Music
Music –
The lack of which seems to leave me with no crutch and a handicap. We have different styles that we like more than others, and even some people who say that they just don’t listen to music. Read more
The odd connections of memory
Just watched an episode of Lizzie McGuire, in German of course, dubbed in German. But it was your standard plot line ripped right from adolescence. Girl likes Boy, Girl starts seeing Boy, Male Best Friend likes Girl, Girl doesn’t like Male Best Friend back, Boy breaks up with Girl, asks if they can still be friends, Male Best Friend is there to make her smile but not tell Girl how he feels about Her. So anyway, as I said, the plot of a thousand teen-age movies or TV shows at some point or another, and it’s always back because it’s out there, and probably can remember something of the sort happening when you were the age of the actors.
Comics and the like
Won’t be a long post, but it’s been far too long not to update.
Been reading a lot of good comics here of late, I’m not going to list them or go into them right now, if you’re interested I’ll let you know.
The important part is that the writing on a good comic is something different than the writing on a good article or short story. Arranging the panels and using dialogue to accent the visual. It’s something that I’ve been interested in for the past few years. I didn’t really read comics as a kid, didn’t start until I was out of college really I think.
Anyway, that’s today’s thought. And the question is, what makes a good story for you?
Eighteen Men on Dead Man’s Chest
Haven’t kept up with the everyday writing towards the end of last week and the beginning of this. Blame too much sleeping. Been sleeping a lot. Read more
Outlet
Power
Factory
Reptile
Sepian’s Book Club
Okay, not really in the classical sense. We’re not all going to read a book and then discuss it. More along the lines I’m going to tell you about two books that I’ve read recently and what I thought about them. You see in the short term it is far less work for you, and I read them because I wanted to, so there’s no skin off your teeth either. It’s pretty much win-win. Read more
Cross-Post.
I’m feeling extrospective, perhaps not a word, but with context it’s applicable.
As I wander down the street, looking up and seeing many windows dark, it’s the ones that still are lit that draw my attention and my imagination. I want to know what keeps them up, what they are thinking about, what perhaps are they listening to, or watching to spend the time. Is that time something they are hoping will pass, or is every second something they hold onto not wanting to miss a single one?
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Okay
I’m officially not coping very well to the new country thing. Read more
On soil, well wood over cobble stones.
In Germany. The flight wasn’t that bad, I got to sleep for a little bit of it, and having an aisle seat helped with my claustrophobia. Last night was the first night that I slept in a bed since the first night we got here. Built it last night just finishing around midnight. My body has thanked me with the best mood that I’ve had in days. Still lots of things to do and set up, but I’ve had beer with lunch a number of times now, especially since it is usually cheaper than anything else on the menu, and always less expensive than a large Coke. Read more
Less of the same.
I’ve been Officially reprimanded for not having enough posts up. So for those who don’t know already, and if you’re reading this as I post it, that shouldn’t be many, since Friday night I’ve been engaged in a near non-stop visit with my friends. Our 10 year highs school reunion was this past weekend, today was the first day that I managed to get more than five hours sleep (in one go).
The best part about living is that you never know what is going to happen. Now by *best* I mean it has the ups and downs of uncertainty, the movement from baseline is greatest, we can have times we never could foresee. I’ve never planned the most enjoyable days of my life, and I hardly think I ever will.
When I am in Florida, my emotions are amplified, my reds are deeper, regardless of their shade. The brightness of blue is wide, and the grays that shade are welcome. People tend to stay where they grew up because the energies are familiar. But sometimes, because they are, it acts like similar poles of magnets, pushing because the forces are the same.
I just realized that I don’t know how to put pictures up on this, but it’s okay because I don’t have any pictures to put up. Don’t take very many, never remember to. Alright that just an aside.
Sometimes you need just a light touch and to tease out what it is you want, you may only see the hint of it, and you can be unsure if it will come to you, so you try, if no, nothing lost, if yes, gain. Remember that the next time you wash your hands and need a paper towel. Or the next time you see something in someone’s eye, giving you that electric shock that tingles down your spine.
Once again I forgot where I was, but I still remember a time that happened, the zing not the forgetting, because remembering forgetting is just sort of funny as I think about it. Was during college in my Modern Philosophy class, she was sitting across the room, didn’t know her because she wasn’t in the department. Something about that shared look, I was paralyzed and had to look away with my heart all a flutter. The same feeling I had again when I came down the escalator at the airport the first time I met ‘Chelle in person. Another time that I couldn’t have planned what happened, never dreamed I’d fall in love on that trip.
Ahhhh, I just found how to add things, it’s a beautiful little button at the top of the editor. Wonderful.
Okay, I think I’m about done.
