Best...Writing.

Currently: really really tired.

It's the last day of the month.
So thoughts on the NaBloPoMo thing?
I mostly like it. Its fun and I like writing and sharing things.

The only stretch for me? Posting every single day. Sometimes Im too busy or tired and just dont have the inspiration, motivation.

But it got more thinking about what I do write, how I write, what I share.

Im thinking of doing like a scheadule thing. Maybe share a bunch of links one day a week, take a couple days off.

Edit.
So I wrote all that yesterday and had to get offline with the intention of coming back and posting before going to bed.
iFail. (I do it ALOT).

I dont have much to add to what I already wrote.
I did sign up for the month of Feb for NaBloPoMo. I dont expect to post EVERY SINGLE DAY,
but we'll see.
The theme is ties. Ties to things. Hmm. This could be interesting.
Im more or less likely being connected to bigger group of bloggers.
Alrighty. Back to thy lives people.

Best...(My own) Words.

Since I read those blogs I posted yesterday I cant get the thought about words out of head.

How big and huge and important they are. How they impact us daily. Every hour second of every minute of hour of day of week of...

Words are huge.

Like in the Anne Jackson blog-it close to home for me because I got teased in Elemantary school.
Somedays Im still not sure why.
I mean I was this little nerdy girl with glasses who hung out with either guys or nobdy 90% of the time. And then I have this kind of infamous last name. It didnt help that while I was in Elemantary school this ketchup brand that my last name is close to came out with new brands of Ketchup providing much more nicknames for me.

Point is, I know how words can hurt. Heck. I taught about in Kids church just this much. How the "Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can never hurt me" phrase isnt always true.

And that stuff when I was a kid. It doesnt hurt me now. I can for the most part brush it off.
But when you're 9, 10..and hitting puberty before anybody else?
Yea. I can safely say it impacted me.

But I know the good of words too.

I know, many times over, how it feels or what happens when you listen to a song and your heart responds to every line.
I know what happens when you go to church and pray and break down because the pastor or someone praying said a word or phrase that you needed to hear, that God wanted you to be there to hear it that day.

Words are big-receiving and giving. Having a little brother, Ive learned when I go far.
Having friends who are girls-Ive learned it.
In middle school, I started to loathe drama and realized painfully in High School how it was created by spoken rumors just spun out of control-and of course spoken by word of mouth over and over and over.

But its not like we can close our ears to not words, not close our mouths to not say them. It is an essential human thing.

Jon foreman wrote how when you say word and an image comes to mind, it is a placeholder.

If I said brownie-is it not an image of your favorite kind in your head? Not the word itself?

Maybe Im finding the writer in myself but Jon's paragraph struck me so deep and true.

I don't write songs when I'm happy. When I'm content, I take my wife out to dinner, I go surfing. I hang out with my friends and play ridiculous cover tunes when I'm happy. But when I'm depressed, I turn to look for something beyond this life. When I'm lonely and nothing makes sense and the world has lost it's flavor I search for notes and words that usher in a transcendence that soars high above the tragedy. I look for to song to understand the present tragedy in the context of a hope for a better world. I look for words that remind me of a bigger story, for songs that acknowledge the tragedy and move beyond it. I look to artists who give me windows, words that provide for a new life to be birthed within me.

Is it escape? Is it a coping mechanism? Maybe a bit, but I feel that it is much more than that. The song becomes a hopeful defiance. A declaration that the injustices and absurdities of our postmodern existence are not the final downbeat. Music becomes a confession of disbelief in the world that surrounds me. A refusal to believe that these tragedies and horrors are the ultimate end. A refusal to accept the oppression of the Dalit's as anything other than tragic. A nonacceptance that the starving six year old is anything other than tragic. The song is written in defense of a world beyond this one, in defense of Truths that seldom make it to the front page of the newspaper. Words create worlds.

I bolded out what hit me most.

Words are so big. We need to eb careful how we use them. The world needs it. We need it. You AND me.

Best...Words.

Maybe the universe is trying to send me a message.

But I read two blogs back to back the other night, both on the power of words. So Im sharing them.

The first is by Anne Jackson. Its on the power of words and it def hit home for me.

For most of my life, I’ve been an extremely sensitive person. I also had a terribly awkward last name growing up, so it was easy to make fun of the goofy girl with big teeth and big eyes and a funny last name.

I spent a lot of my elementary school days crying alone in my room, brooding on whatever harsh words were spoken to me by my classmates.

In high school, I grew out of the big teeth (I actually quite like my teeth now), and found myself in academics and sports. I was in the National Honor Society, was identified by the Duke University talented program in the seventh grade, aced my honors classes, and excelled at basketball. Our family settled into Abilene for a few years while I was in high school and I made good friends that I still adore today. I didn’t get made fun of much then, or as I blossomed into an adult and into a couple of different careers.

My mom always prayed that I would have a sensitive heart, and now as I share it in a world where thousands can read and voice their own opinion, my skin has become soft again.

Words move me in dramatic ways – both positive, and negative.

Read the rest here.

And the second is by Jon Foreman.
He wrote a third article for the Huffington Post. Maybe its cause he's one of my heros of sorts and I try to write in a similar manner but it also struck a few chords with me.

Communication is a pregnancy of sorts. In a speaker's mind, a thought is conceived, then spoken, heard, and then ultimately gives birth to new thought in the listener's mental landscape. For example, when I say "tree," a picture builds in your imagination, a new life-form within your mind; a platonic idea of oak or maple appears out of nothing within your thoughts. This mental icon represents your understanding of the word. (Incidentally, this apprehension is independent of the speaker's intentions).

In many ways, words are metaphors pointing to the objects they represent. The word "tree" is not a tree; it is simply a placeholder for the real thing. Our understanding of the world is built upon a deeper set of presuppositions. Meaning demands meaning. Reason demands reason: 1+1=2, only when we agree upon the meaning of these symbols. The same is true for words. Words are our framework of meaning. Every one is a metaphor reaching to something beyond it's simple spelling and articulation.

Read the rest here.
The first two blogs on Huffington are also here and here.

Best...Storms

Currently: getting todays post in at the last minute.

Hokay. Uploading and posting a couple pictures. Of the ripples in water puddles from all the rain we've had, how gloomy the sky looks and...thunder? Lightning? Oh yes. And videos to come. :)











And finally. My flash was off.
There was thunder and lightning. I took so many shots to get lucky on this one. Enjoy . :)


(If you cant see the pictures, they are HERE.)

Best...Semester. (Hopefully!) (Spring semester school schedule)

Currently: digesting a cookie. Mmm.

Okay. So after alot of hassle (and me breaking down for a few minutes last night on the phone with someone), I have my spring classes figured out!

Im NOT switching schools, as I have things to work out, but it'll most likely happen next semester.

Anyway. Schedule.

-Introduction to Art on Tuesday nights

-Principles of Health on Monday nights (which includes having to take the lab at my school's Wellness Center. Oh yay. Yes, I get to work out for a grade. Heheh...)
(oh yay I have attend orientation to know how to use. and the class is a late-start class...)

-Introduction to Theatre online

-Trigonometry online

So. there it is. Im not quite sure how I feel about it all but dont want to think about it too much.
Just thought some of you might like to know. :)

HOKAY. I have letters to write. And pictures to edit. And videos to upload.
Basically ten million personal things Ive procrastinated on for a couple months.

Best...Friends and Boardies

For my "boardies" and other and online friends and communities.
You know who you are. :)

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Best...Show? Maybe.

Currently: trying to convince myself not to eat anymore Ferrero Rocher. Mmm so good. Esp the dark chocolate.

I almost forget to post today. *dies*

It was a chill day. I stayed up late reading, slept in, finished re-reading my book, took a shower and slowly made my way through checking e-mail and such.
So..thinking of a topic and I remembered this link that my friend posted.
"Everything you need to know about lost in 8:15"
*dies again* I cant believe the last season starts next month. I, for one, am not quite sure we will still be able to understand everything at the end of it. Like the Lemony Snicket books y'know?
You have ten million questions throughout the ENTIRE series and finally, finally, last book comes out.
More freakin questions than ever before. heheh.
Well, we shall see. Won't we?