So I know it has been forever since I last updated this Tumblr and I am SO sorry for that! I promise I will try to update more frequently, it is just that I am going through staff training right now at camp and have VERY little time to do more than lesson plan, shower, and sleep! Still, let me see if I can find a few photos to throw your way so you can get an idea of where I’m currently living! :-)
Okay, so they JUST turned on the internets here! I am ON Grand Manan Island and am loving being back here!
For my horror film fans out there, if you want to see Grand Manan check out the awful, campy, horrible almost porno horror flick “Bleeders”. It was filmed on the island! In fact, the featured lighthouse in the film, I was just there yesterday! :-) Enjoy, and laugh at it because it is hilarious!
Okay, so when the dashboard first changed I was JUST as angry as the next blogger! I knew the old dash like the back of my hand. I could get to where I was getting and maybe it took a few steps but they were a well-worn path, they were MY steps.
But, now that this new dash has morphed and given me buttons for my messages and larger pictures on the side so I can see your ghosty anonymous faces all the better, I have to admit I am growing to like this new dash. It isn’t a LIKE like yet. Right now it is furtive glances of surprise and respect as the bud of new feeling begins to break through the mud of despair that was brought on by the rain of change. … yeah, I kinda beat that allegory to death, but you know what I mean! :-)
… at this point I am wondering if allegory is even the correct term to use in this circumstance?! Can you tell I have spent the last two days on the road?!
Two days ago I was in Chicago! Now I am sitting by my hotel window in Bangor, Maine enjoying the cool cool breeze and the prospect of a two hour drive out to the fingers of New Brunswick! The gps couldn’t really find anything to drive to that far out, so I had to zoom back, find the one and only road little Sarah (the gps) could see on the far East side of Canada, and click the tip of the road as my destination. It worked! :-)
Haha, I am still smarter than technology! …well, in some ways. Sarah is probably better at math. Then again, there are trained monkeys that are better at math than I am.
Now I want a trained monkey! Maybe he could do my taxes for me, he would do a better job.
Okay, brain wandering, better wrap this up! Y’all take care! I will check in with photos and updates as my summer adventure progresses! Right now I am going to finish packing and text my travel partner to see if he is awake and ready to go.
I was tempted to stop and see “Super 8” before leaving civilization for good, but I am restricted by the ferry times! *sigh* To be responsible or not to be responsible, that is always the question.
Have a wonderful Saturday! No spoilers on anything please! ;-)
So, I am often wondering why I am so scatterbrained all the time. I’m not old enough to be going senile; I have a decent memory for things I read over ten years ago but I can lose my glasses the moment I set them down! As I sat here contemplating this here is what else was occupying my brain.
I am listening for the washer to finish; listening to my ipod (and singing along!), holding two text conversations at once, transferring files from a cd to a thumb drive on Mum’s computer (because Toshi is a netbook), checking email, checking facebook, and writing this post with Toshi.
Maybe I am doing too much?
I feel kind of like a cyborg, and a small but powerful little part of my brain does not feel good about this. It is telling me that by spreading my attention across a veritable cornucopia of technological devices is costing me dearly in concentration, attention span development, and shear mental capacity. Sure, I am doing a lot, but am I REALLY doing it well? Am I thinking deeply about any of this? Am I actually using my own mind or am I depending on the circuits and pathways of poor synthetic substitutes? Are parts of my own mind underdeveloped because of these modern “conveniences”?
This little part of my brain says, “Yes! Holy hell yes!!! Unplug unplug unplug!”
I want to get back to memorizing poems and quotes, just to build up my capacity for organic data storage! I am thinking camp has come at just the right time, since I am currently exploring the concepts of trans and posthumanism and have discovered just how far removed from nature I have become myself!
Aside from the moral and ethical failures of Greenberg, I'm actually striking at something more about his character. Indeed, I want you to see the film first before we can proceed. But at least it is firm on your radar. Goodnight. (:
I warn you, I will be out of the country until August, so I won’t be renting movies for a little while! It is on my list though!
What (if anything) do you miss about not being in a relationship?
I am a companion kind of girl. I would have LOVED it if The Doctor whurred himself onto my doorstep and asked me along for adventures because I do so LOVE to be a companion!
So I miss the small but important things. I miss making dinner for two instead of one. I miss random trips to Walmart and playing with the toys. I miss re-watching favorite episodes of Futurama and giggling over something newly discovered. I miss having someone around who I can call out to when I read something fantastic and have to share!
Basically, I miss someone to share adventures with, be they big or small. It is the little things that really mean the most I think.
Have you ever seen "Greenberg" (2010) and do you think you could go out with a guy like that?
I haven’t seen that movie! I want to now though!
Uh… as far as dating him?
I could only find a small synopsis of the film, and it mentioned that Roger Greenberg started doing drugs? I could not date anyone who was actively doing something destructive like that. I have, in the past, dated a few guys who tried and or used drugs for a certain period of time BEFORE they met me, having cleaned up their act long before I entered the picture.
I believe everyone needs a second chance and shouldn’t be judged by their past; however, it needs to remain in the past. The moment drug use enters the future, I become the past.
P.S. - Will you post some of your fiction? Don't let me be the only one hanging out there, heh.
I have a GREAT idea in mind! I will try to start writing it and post bits and pieces as I go! I really don’t have any of my short stories WITH me at the moment, so you will have to put up with VERY rough pieces of new stuff!
Questions for ye old TMI Tuesdays -
1) If you could have a theme song, something played when you entered a room to let everyone know that you have arrived, what would it be? Feel free to come up with multiple themes. I had to =)
2) What are some of your favorite poets and poems?
Hiya You! :-)
Sorry, today was SOOOO busy! BUT, I am answering these questions and it is still Tuesday here so here it goes!
1) For a LONG time my theme song was “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World. In many many ways it still very much is! Just the encouragement of “it just takes some time” and “everything will be alright” is something I tend to need to hear.
There was a brief “dark” period were “Breathe” by Anna Nolick was very much a theme song. I believe I was pretty much smack in the middle of the dark tunnel mentioned in the chorus when I pulled my Ford ZX2 into the driveway and “Breathe” came on the radio. I sat in the car, in the dark, for the whole song, simply crying my eyes out. When it was over I dried my tears, took a deep breathe, and started a ball rolling that would take me OUT of my bad situation and place me on the path which I currently still follow. :-)
There was also “Dirty Glass” by the Dropkick Murphys. My big sister and I used to blare it in the evenings while drinking bourbon and smoking outside on our porch. We especially loved the line “You bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me!” Obviously, being the “House of the Bitter Divorces” the song was fitting at the time. :-)
There is also “Belated Promise Ring” by Iron and Wine. :-) Mostly because it has my name I suppose, but I think I also kind of match a few of those lines. “Mother says Rebecca is as stubborn as the come”… yeah, that can be me!
As of right NOW? Maybe “Dog Days Are Over” by Florence and the Machine? :-)
2) I LOVE Ogden Nash! He is VERY clever and would never be accepted into an MFA program today, but he is fantastic! I also love James Tate, Edgar Allan Poe, Shel Silverstein, W.H. Auden, Rumi, Dufu, and several others! :-) One of the first poems I ever memorized was “My Papa’s Waltz” by T. Roethke. Though really, I have to confess, I am a sucker for sweet love poems! :-)
The Perils of Princess Impersonating or How the Bourgeoisie Like Their Fairy Tales
So yesterday morning as I was brushing my teeth I started thinking about the story of The Princess and the Pea.
What can I say, my mind is in a constant state of wandering.
Anyway, revisiting this story in my head I began to question its motivation. What was this story trying to argue? For starters, why would one need a princess impersonator detector? Were there a lot of false princesses running around the kingdom? Isn’t there a little more pomp and circumstance to princely courtship? Shouldn’t a real princess have papers like a high pedigree poodle?
I decided the only real reason a person would need to stack twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds upon a dried pea to detect genuine gentry was to weed out the rising middle class. This whole story is propaganda from the bourgeoisie to halt the high flying proletariat! Keep out the new money!
And what about princesses from impoverished countries?! I am sure THEY have lumpy mattresses! What, you don’t think a poor princess is royalty?
The second issue I have spotted, after getting heated over the whole “real” princess thing, was what sort of “real” princess has the complete lack of manners to even mention her nasty ol’lumpy mattress at breakfast?! Seriously! Is THIS the kind of girl you really wanna be saddled with there, Prince? She is complaining about a dried pea beneath twenty mattresses and a twenty feather pillows. She even claims she will be bruised! Nothing will ever be good enough in the eyes of this “real” princess. Not only that, but she will apparently complain openly in front of your mother. This does not look like a happily ever after to me.
Take it from me, IF you have to build this whole rig just to discover the truth about the princess impersonators, I would say KEEP the mild mannered middle class girl or impoverished princess and throw the spoiled bratty bourgeoisie back to the parents who ruined her.
These are the thinks that fill my brain. It is no wonder I became an English major.