
Saturday, November 29, 2008

Monday, November 24, 2008
I think I am here because I need to remind myself that I am a writer, that I can use this tool of creation for my own enjoyment, instead of just to fulfill the requirements of a class assignment, or to get published in a paper.
I was looking at some of the stuff I wrote last summer, before I started journalism school, and I really liked it. I wonder if I will ever have such clear headed, expressive prose again? I guess I feel a similar fondness for my essay about violent movies and military non-fiction, which was a more recent thing. As much as I like writing, call myself a writer, feel most comfortable writing, there are very few instances that I can pin point where I have written something that I liked. That might be a matter of bad memory, but most likely a matter of being sucky, and yet persevering.
Journaling is what most satisfies me. Any other format seems forced, but is that a bad thing? Is that not to be expected, for someone who has been journaling and writing letters consistently for years? I feel like feedback I get on writing I do that I don't particularly like is not necessary negative, nor more positive than the feedback I get for the journaling I myself like best.
But yesterday, somebody read an anonymous ad that I posted on Kijiji and called me up, asking if I had posted that ad. She recognized my style of writing, she said. That, even, was an encouragement to me. But it was puzzling. I wanted to ask: My style of writing? What is that, exactly? Can you explain it to me?
I would really like to know.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
To marry or not to marry? from Charles Darwin's journals
Marry
Children (if it Please God)
Constant companion (and friend in old age) who will feel interested in one
Object to be beloved and played with.
Better than a dog anyhow
Charms of music and female chit-chat
Not Marry
Freedom to go where one liked
Choice of Society and little of it
Conversation of clever men at clubs
Not forced to visit relatives and bend in every trifle
Expense and anxiety of children
Perhaps quarrelling
Loss of Time
Cannot read in the evenings
Fatness and idleness
Anxiety and responsibility
Less money for books etc.
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The choice seems clear to me.
I hope it rains coffee on the countryside
I had forgotten how much I loved this song. By Juan Luis Guerra originally, but covered here by Café Tacuba and Alejandro Flores. It has such a cornucopia of agricultural events. Oh, to climb down the hill of shelled rice, y continuar el arado con tu querer. It's quite untranslateable, actually. Sorry, I tried.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Guess what time of year it is:
Kaley Kennedy is homeworked.
Courtnay Clair Sedgwick has a killer headache and is trying to learn.
Angela Horn is definitely freaking out. Too much to do :S .
Katheryn Horne is tired! Bedtime!
Anna Stewart ..my head it tends to stray away, sometimes I can't see clear.
Katheryn Horne wishes she had time for life.
Becky Tulloch is workin on theology..again..
Lexie Arnott is getting her head on straight!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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