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[Dec. 18th, 2009|06:35 am] |
The semester is officially over, and I'm waiting on word to see if my 4.0 streak is over. I had an 87 percent, going into my Astronomy final. If I got a 95 or above, that would have made my grade a 90, which would have been exactly an A. Anything less, I would get a B. I tried not to be too OCD about it, but I've never gotten a B in any class, and it would be annoying to get one now, when I only need 2 classes to graduate next Spring. Copernicus may very well have ruined things.
Speaking of astronomers, I somehow went 33 years on this Earth without knowing that the majority of the astronomers in that time era were suspected of religious crimes for studying space. Galileo spent the last 10+ years of his life on house arrest for declaring what he knew about space. Or maybe it was Copernicus?
I need some snow! Please Mother Nature, bless us with some heavy, thick, beautiful snow for Christmas.
I want to start an E.M.T course in January. I'd like to try to going to my last semester of college and go to this class, which is 3 nights a week. That doesn't seem even remotely possible for me, but I might have medical news that would effect it. I had to go in and get blood drawn every day last week because my potassium levels were falling really low- that's what was causing the cramping in my legs. In the process some things showed up that would explain other things. So, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that within a few months or so, my medical problems will all be a thing of the past. Completely gone. Finished. Chapter closed. It's possible- but I have to wait and see. I don't feel like getting my hopes up again, but at the same time, I don't feel like accepting this as my long term reality, either. So, as the possibilities of my health change and shift, so do my plans and goals. I was taking paramedic courses when I was still in high school. And hiking/mountain climbing. And dancing. Wouldn't it be amazing to go back to all of that, to just pick up where I left off, exactly 15 years later?
I love this time of year, but it just feels strange this year. Doesn't even feel like December yet, let alone Christmas. It might be the snow. We've yet to have even a full dusting of snow. |
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[Dec. 18th, 2009|06:13 am] |
Standing in a crowded line of other people-who-waited-too-long-to-buy-cards, he walked up and down three different aisles of cards, stopping only once to pick up a card, then quickly put it down again. Coming back over to me, he declared "I'm not getting you a card. There just aren't any that say anything that I mean."
Indeed. I haven't seen an "I hate you. You suck, and everything you do is wrong. By the way, Merry Christmas." card line from any major greeting card corporation.
It took me five stores, two different trips and hours in front of card stands to pick out the appropriate cards for the people I am sending them to. I didn't have time to make my own. Card selective and sending is actually important to me. It's a word thing. I see specific people and certain cards remind me of them. Someday, I'll design and print my own greeting cards. |
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[Nov. 24th, 2009|12:45 pm] |
Little Wanton
He’s got Christopher Columbus eyes.
Maybe he’ll discover something new,
I couldn’t find.
Maybe he can navigate
These ships away
to places
Unpronounced
and undiscovered.
But, probably
He’ll call me
Marco Polo,
As we drink
The beer of Puritans.
Probably,
I’ll tell him stories,
While I’m sleeping,
Dreaming
Of the new world,
Running through the wheat that hasn’t
Yet been planted,
Rounding my lips,
I'll wake up as Pocahontas,
Always intervening
Trying to
Save someone
Who doesn’t speak
My language.
Madisun Medved 11/24/09 |
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[Aug. 29th, 2009|05:05 pm] |
one bird flying home
in the late august thunder
frees me from my pain. |
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[Aug. 6th, 2009|03:22 pm] |
On a positive note:
*I'm starting the countdown to hang out with my best friend! Martina+NYC+me= eeeeee!!!! There really is no word for it. just a nice, teenage girl style shrieking "Eeeee!". We are going to do some St. Jude soul searching, and have a slumber party in the city.
*One month until my last semester of college. I'm taking a theatre class that I don't need along with 3 psychology classes and a Science class that were standing in my way of graduating. I'm excited! I miss school.
*in 11 days, the Time Travelers Wife opens. I haven't been so excited about a movie for a long time. I hope it's even one fourth as good as the book. I love Rachel McAdams and am so glad she was cast in the part.
*Going to a drive in movie- an actual drive in movie next week with my family! The last movie I saw at the drive in was X-files. I fell asleep.
*It's fair and festival season here in rural PA. This means fair food. enough said. |
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| Writer's Block: LiveJournal Book Club |
[Apr. 25th, 2009|02:59 pm] |
A lot of books have changed my life in some way, or been considered a "favorite." Of these, "Hobo," by Eddy Jo Cotton, "Great Expectations," by Charles Dickens, and "Their Eyes were Watching God," by Zora Hurston. BUT-
The one book that has always popped instantly into my mind when someone asks for "favorite book," is "The Poisonwood Bible," by Barbara Kingsolver.
That book chilled me. I cried actual tears while reading it. It shook me. It's so haunting, and so descriptive that you feel like you are there. Not only so realistic, but every single line of it was like poetry. I don't really like Kingsolvers other books nearly as much, but I think the Poisonwood Bible is by far, one of the best books EVER written. I pick up used copies of it when I see it at book sales or flea markets, and give them away to people. I even gave one to the receptionist at my doctors office, who has since given me odd looks, and called me the "book girl." haha.
I really wish one day it would be made into a movie. |
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[Mar. 30th, 2009|10:48 am] |
I found her. The way she describes her plane fear, is the same way I think of planes, dentists, and anxiety in general. Like if i DON'T have it, I WON'T be ok. And her general anxiety level- yep, that too. I want to find out what SHE has, cause i have it too. lol
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[Mar. 29th, 2009|03:18 pm] |
nobody can save you but
yourself
and you’re worth saving.
it’s a war not easily won
but if anything is worth winning then
this is it
think about it
think about saving your self
your spiritual self
your gut self
your singing magical self and
your beautiful self
save it
don’t join the dead-in-spirit
maintain your self
with humor and grace
and finally
if necessary
wager your life as you struggle,
damn the odds, damn
the price
nobody can save you but yourself
-bukowski |
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[Mar. 18th, 2009|11:33 pm] |
"In the Bookstore"
by Julia Vinograd
I went down to the bookstore this evening
and found myself in the poetry section.
But for every thin book of poems
there was a thick biography of the poet
and an even thicker book
by someone who's supposed to know
explaining what the poet
is supposed to've said and why he didn't.
So you don't have to waste your time
on the best the writer could do,
the words he fought the darkness and himself for,
the unequal battle with beauty.
Instead you can read comfortably
about the worst the writer could do:
the mess he made of his life,
how he fought with his family,
cheated on his lovers, didn't pay his debts
and not only drank too much
but all the stupid things
he ever said to the bartender
just before getting 86'd will be printed for you
and they're just as stupid
as the things everyone says just before getting 86'd.
The books explaining the poet
are themselves inexplicable.
The students who have to read them
cheat.
I left the poetry section
thinking about burning the bookstore down.
Some of a poet's work comes from his life, ok.
But most of a poet's work comes
in spite of his life, in spite of everything,
even in spite of bookstores.
So I went to the next section
and bought a murder mystery but I haven't read it yet.
I find I don't want to know who done it
and why;
I want to do it myself. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2009|06:20 pm] |
Rest in Peace, little Winnie. I hope there are maple nut goodies, wherever you've gone.
To think that not every soul on this planet, no matter how small, doesn't have the capability to touch someones life, is wrong. Winnie proved that, many times over. From giving us a distraction during the hurricane when we first found him, to getting us pulled over by the cops on the highway (Um...why are you swerving and pulled over??? Sorry Officer, it was the squirrel in the backseat.) to reminding me yet again, that to live without regrets we need to pay attention to the things and people in my life that matter rather than wasting time on the stupid stuff. I love you, Winnie. I will miss you more than anyone could ever miss a little squirrel. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2009|07:02 am] |
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Your result for The Literary Style Test...
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Fyodor Dostoevsky is the classic example of a psychological writer. All of his characters are deeply introspective and his prose focuses upon their thoughts and feelings in regards to their situations. His writing is very cerebral and devoted to describing the feelings of horror and anguish that can come over someone when confronted with a terrible conflict. Usually his characters are put in situations dealing with murder or death and they are forced to examine themselves as a result. His writing is also realistic and deals with real situations in real settings. Dostoevsky's cerebral, realistic literary style best resembles your own. Your characters are just as introspective and tend to deal with the same mental conflicts as Dostoevsky's.
Some stories you may enjoy: Crime and Punishment, Notes from the Underground, and The Brothers Karamazov.
The other literary styles:
Edgar Allan Poe / Jorge Luis Borges / Franz Kafka / F. Scott Fitzgerald / George Orwell / Herman Melville / Albert Camus
Take The Literary Style Test at HelloQuizzy
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| Writer's Block: Passing Time |
[Mar. 10th, 2009|09:30 pm] |
I usually write haiku in my head, daydream about things, or count things (Yay, OCD!). Technically, the Haiku is part of counting, also, which is probably why I like it. :)
5
7
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[Mar. 6th, 2009|12:08 am] |
I was watching Jimmy Kimmel last night because I'm crushed on Oren Lavie, but couldn't even take it seriously (for obvious reasons) and laughed through the whole thing. This is so cute, and so funny.
Everyone reading should watch this, if you just want to have a laugh. Everyone needs to laugh over stupid things, often. It beats worrying over things you can't control.
Here it is:
I've pulled myself out of my low funky mood, which lingered for two weeks. It's never big things which help to do that. It's always little things like this video, listening to music, eating brussel sprouts, and new discoveries in the grocery store. |
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| Todd Snider. |
[Mar. 5th, 2009|08:02 pm] |
All Willie Nelson & Jerry Garcia songs aside, if I had to pick one favorite song of all time- just one, it would be this one. Extra special, eerie and sweet, is the fact that Todd Snider wrote this song for a friend of his who died. Then he played the song at a bar, and just as the song starts, a train whistle blows, as a train passes right next to the bar. It gives me the same feeling I got when a rainbow stretched across the Texas sky when Willie played Ripple for Jerry Garcia after his death. There are these little moments in life, when no matter how low, depressed, or hopeless you might feel, something comes along to make you feel like there is something more- something higher/spiritual/meaningfull. Some might call these moments coincidence- after all, how rare is it for a train to pass in front of a bar on any given night? Or for Texas to get hit with a rain storm during a concert? Still- I love these moments.
P.S ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) paperflowers, he is a great storyteller (Todd Snider) and will have you both laughing and crying. He plays Tucson the first week of May. Please go. I'll send you the ticket. He tells little stories before every song and makes you laugh so much. Then he starts singing, and you start crying. ;) It's the perfect mood swingers experience.
A smokey long black cadillac,
the engine's winding down.
He'd park it up on the sidewalk
like he owned the whole damn town.
I'd hear him talkin' to some chick
through a thick ghost of smoke,
through a thicker haze of Southern Comfort and coke,
say, Girl you're hotter than the hinges
hangin' off the gates of hell.
Don't be afraid to turn to me,
babe, if he don't treat you well,
and by he he meant me,
so I laughed and I shook his hand.
He'd laugh a little bit louder as he'd
yell up at the band:
Play a train song,
pour me one more round,
make 'em leave my boots on when they lay me into the ground.
I am a runaway locomotive,
outta my one track mind,
and I'm lookin' for any kinda trouble that I can find
I got this old black leather jacket
I got this pack of Marlboro Reds
I got this stash here in my pocket
I got these thoughts in my own head
the right to run until I gotta walk
or until I got to crawl
this moment that I'm in right now and nothing else at all
Play a train song,
pour me one more round,
make 'em leave my boots on when they lay me into the ground.
I am a runaway locomotive,
outta my one track mind.
In the television blizzard lights
I looked around this place.
I found a cold beer on the sofa,
a little smile across his face,
and though I tried with all of my sadness,
somehow I could not just weep
for a man who looked to me like he died laughin' in his sleep,
sayin' a train song,
drinkin' one last round.
We made 'em leave his boots on on the day they layed him down.
He was a runaway locomotive
out of his one track mind.
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[Feb. 22nd, 2009|12:51 pm] |
I know I've said and wrote it many times, but the only good thing about being sick is having fevered dreams. I go to Africa, Vegas, hang out with celebrities, see old friends, ride on a lot of trains, and have nightmares that rival blockbuster horror movies. I love sick dreams. Other than that, this is getting old. I slept 16 hours of yesterday away. Woke up and ate, and then fell asleep again with the hour. Woke up for 2 hours in the middle of the night, then slept for 9 more. It's not like I can even snap out of it, or throw cold water on my face to wake up. It's this overpowering drowsey feeling, where I will fall asleep sitting up, in a chair. I don't want to go to the dentist tomorrow.
Sleeping Beauty
by Josef Wittmann, translated by Jack Zipes
Keep sleeping:
I'm not a prince,
I have no sword
nor have I time
to cut the hedge
to climb the wall
to give a kiss
or marry you...
Tomorrow
I must start work early
(or I'll be fired)
My dreaming must wait
till Sunday
My thinking till vacation
time
Keep sleeping
and dream another hundred years
until the right one
appears |
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| Writer's Block: Dream Job |
[Feb. 13th, 2009|12:39 am] |
Oh, I have so many of these. I couldn't pick one. One per YEAR maybe.
1. A fiction writer.
2. A Private investigator/Spygirl (specializing in missing people...would be nice to reunite people...but i'd also like to catch cheating spouses as well, as karmically unsound as that would be.)
3. A movie casting agent.
4. An mountain climbing/hiking guide in a beautiful park somewhere.
5. A tour guide somewhere in Italy, or a docent in an art museum.
6. A train conductor/engineer.
7. A ballerina.
8. A chaplain.
Or, if we're truly talking DREAM job, I'd work in a quiet library or a bookstore/cafe somewhere, in a beautiful small town, in a library that allowed dogs to run around inside. haha. |
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| Writer's Block: Seven |
[Feb. 5th, 2009|08:37 pm] |
Wasn't there a Dante's inferno "test" out a few years ago? It was actually well made. Years ago, I always scored high on Lust, but at this point in my life, it would definitely be sloth.
I know I wouldn't ever have a problem with greed, gluttony, envy or pride. zero. Anger would be a mid point for me. Sloth on the other hand- after all these years of being so "low energy," I feel so lazy sometimes. If I had the strength to go hiking again, or mountain climbing, I'd jump on it- and never be sloth like. But, when it comes to finding the energy to walk around the grocery store or do laundry, I just want to sit and stare at the wall, rather than get up and do it, some days. So, I think I'm definitely treading into sloth territory, and need to work on that.
I think i'll start doing the cheesy little "writers block" prompts everyday for one week, starting with this one. |
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