tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52386604138512791722024-02-07T03:51:22.847-08:00If words are camerashold still.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-3076616717670750012013-07-18T19:36:00.001-07:002014-06-06T11:36:09.829-07:00The Discrete Ways We Measure the Continuous, Part 1: Jenga Towers and Rationalizing Wonderland I mentioned in my last post about this being my busiest summer to date; this, in turn, has also made it one of the most thought-provoking. Along with working as orientation staff for Ball State and my internship as assistant to literary agent <a href="http://macgregorliterary.com/about-us/amanda-luedeke/">Amanda Luedeke</a>, two dear friends of mine asked me to be in their weddings this past June. This kicked off the start of summer with quite a bang, considering that their weddings happened to occur <i>in the same weekend.</i> Nonetheless, both celebrations went marvelously well, and I somehow managed to go from wearing one bridesmaid dress in Indiana at 12 am to the next bridesmaid dress in Illinois ten hours later, while still able to maintain sanity (and even enjoy the honor immensely). Needless to say, this experience led me to ponder the idea of matrimony, more deeply and intimately than I had ever done in the past.<br />
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A good friend of mine and I have often argued about the tradition of marriage, and whether it is a necessary or even useful external display of an internal commitment to another person. <b>After all, beyond tax-discounts, what use is there in spending thousands of dollars to get "married,"</b> when one ought to have this level of commitment without any piece of paper or formal title declaring it to anyone beyond the two involved? While it may seem that this is an overly scientific and utilitarian way to look at marital union, in my experience an objective approach to a cultural norm often gets to the heart of the matter: finding what is <i>truly</i> fundamental to a certain idea by poking and prodding away at what is simply associated with it. I call this Jenga-blocking.<br />
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Objectivity is not an opposing force to sentimentality, but rather is an investigative eye towards discovering the true foundations of what we treasure as humans. Rational thought is a tool which may serve us well, as long as we do not allow ourselves to become a servant to it, instead. (That can lead us to some pretty silly conclusions, like eliminating world hunger through cannibalism, cooking up the hungriest people in order to feed the hungry people. A brain working without a heart can be pretty stupid.) With an objective eye wielded <i>correctly</i>, however, we can see well enough to prod at the structure of an idea, step-by-step separating what is associated with a cultural norm from what is truly fundamental to it.<br />
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Along the way of thinking about marriage, I began to investigate relationships, dating, and that strange "in-between" phase that no one quite knows what to do with. I was under the impression that I had never been in a relationship before, until another friend pointed out to me that most of the labels we assign to a particular person we interact with doesn't actually define our relationship to that person. <br />
"Every relationship of any sort is continuous," he said, using a mathematical term for a line which has no gaps or sharp steps. A slide is continuous, an elevator is continuous; a staircase is not, because you must take separate (discrete) steps. <br />
"Except for marriage, there is no title or label that has any inherent meaning, more than what we pretend to attribute to it. Marriage is the only discrete step that really counts for anything."<br />
From this perspective, maybe I've been in multiple relationships and only failed to recognize or label them. I began to ask myself, what is it about marriage that makes it so different, so distinct from any other relationship? What is it about the act of marriage, the promise made publicly, that is so important? <b>No single physical, emotional, or intellectual element seemed to point to the true foundation of what makes a couple "married" to one another, beyond the public statement itself. </b> For every thing I could think of that might be thought of as the true core of what makes a couple "married," I could think of examples of married couples who did not have that element and yet were still considered to be married. Yet, when I have asked people who are married what marriage is, they are not able to explain it. (This, of course, does not bother them. They can go on being married without knowing what that means just fine, the same way I am ignorant of how this laptop works, but that does not prevent me from continuing to use it, and considering it a marvelous invention.)<br />
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From there, like Alice, I've tunneled even further down the rabbit-hole, and as I sift through all of the information I've accrued from the last year, with the constant trickle of more,<b> I begin to wonder why we have such a need for definitions and distinctions for the abstract and undefinable.</b> We use words like measuring sticks, but the non-Euclidean reality we experience never seems to match up -- this is an inequality writers know all too well. The best we can do is design our measuring sticks, our words, according to the thing we are attempting to measure: we make metaphors, those <a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m08ha06zTH1qc4an8o1_500.jpg">longitudes and latitudes</a> we use to draw parallels that converge.<br />
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<b> I'm slowly discovering that the desire to measure is the desire to communicate</b>, but will wait to elaborate on that for an upcoming post. Feel free to comment your thoughts in the meantime, and stay tuned for "Part 2: Commas, Marriage, and Ear-marked pages."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-84510381507221180022013-06-21T14:59:00.000-07:002013-07-18T19:01:47.856-07:00Freshman Orientation<b><i><br /><br />Baby's First 9-to-5</i></b><br />
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I'm working my first "big-girl job" this summer, as freshman orientation staff for my university's honors college. This, along with my internship for <a href="http://www.midwestwriters.org/">Midwest Writer's Workshop</a>, as assistant to literary agent <a href="http://macgregorliterary.com/about-us/amanda-luedeke/">Amanda Luedeke</a>, makes this the busiest summer I've ever had. Yet, I can pose no complaints; without a doubt, this is also the best job I have ever had. Every day, I sit in a beautiful white <a href="https://www.bsu.edu/webapps2/directory/buildings/default.asp?buildingcode=BA">house</a>, the previous residence of Ed and Virginia Ball, talking with incoming students and their parents about what "honors" education is, and why they should be glad they decided to be a part of it. (As Dean Ruebel often says, "Honors doesn't mean 'harder,' it means... 'different.'")<br />
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It occurs to me now, as I look out the window towards campus, that many of the huge decisions we make are made on scant bits of information that may or may not mean anything. When I ask, "What drew you to Ball State?" many students hardly have an answer. I was one of them; I had never even heard of BSU in high school, but, hey, the pamphlet looked cool. When I filled out an application, I didn't even bother applying to the honors college, for reasons that were backed by well-thought-out, deep convictions: it was an extra piece of paper to fill out, and I wasn't sure if I would get accepted. I thank God for whoever it was who called me up and told me that I should reconsider applying for honors, and to make an appointment with someone at the house to show me around and talk to me about what I now tell the incoming freshmen I meet with: honors students aren't all clean-pressed academic robots. We're just curious people who haven't finished learning yet.<br />
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I will never know the name of the person who called me up and told me to reconsider applying to honors, and yet I owe to them the entire beautiful, painful, serendipitous adventure that has been my educational journey. <b>We tend to imagine that our lives are full of intelligent decisions, and that the opportunities that we experience or miss are a direct result of good or poor planning and forethought.</b> In my own experience at least, life looks something a bit more like <a href="http://vimeo.com/10977948">this</a>. We enter blindly into arenas we might have been too timid to engage in, if we knew in advance what we were getting ourselves into, if we hadn't wandered into things bigger than we can imagine with simple, gradual steps. Right foot in front of left foot, a domino's distance at a time, a freshman sheepishly walks up to the front desk and asks me how to get to "Studebaker East" from here. It takes me a moment to answer, because any landmark I am tempted to give would mean nothing to him. When I look out the window, I don't just see a street and a few ambiguous buildings mostly obscured by trees. I see three-dimensionally. In my mind, I can see inside the buildings, the directions the halls and staircases wind; I know which buildings to snake through on my way to class if it's raining and I forgot my umbrella. And I can see the memories I've had all around this campus, so I see the past too: four dimensions. I can still hear echoes of songs I sung in the library stairwell to relieve stress between classes that first year. When he looks out the window, all he sees is a moving photograph, beyond which nothing exists, to his knowledge. I search for the words to direct him, but there is no obvious path to somewhere no road directly leads to. I could give him a map, but that would only do him so much good: he wouldn't even know how orient himself north or east.<br />
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In the same way, newcomers approach this school, this college life, this adult existence, with the same two-dimensional view. They know nothing but what they can see from where they stand. They still see Dr. Ruebel as scary, because he's the Dean, and none of them really know what that means. I see him as personable and goofy, because he's addicted to Oreos, and sticks his tongue out at people when he can't think of anything else to say to them. I smirk, thinking about how the student asking me for directions will feel when he meets Barb Stedman for the rest time. He will see an intimidating woman with a quick, birdlike intelligence, eyes prodding him forward to reach his fullest potential, demanding he be willing to go through hell and back to retrieve it. As director of scholarship opportunities, she will push him to plan out that future potential beyond what he could possibly predict. He will not know, not immediately, that she herself is a series of wonderful risks and fumbles and adventures, and that she once quit a stable and well-paid job to go teach in Pakistan; a decision made in the matter of an hour and acted upon minutes later. For all her spoken belief in the "well-planned" life, she admits what I have come to discover one piece at a time: <b>the biggest (and often the best) decisions we make, we make blindly.</b> The goofiest part of all of this is that we are clueless as to how blind we really are until much, much later. We think we guide ourselves by evidence; we decide what school to go to, what to major in, who to marry, where to live, what job to take, based on what evidence we have, which is about as informed as predicting a gift given a careful analysis of the cardboard filaments that make up the outside of the <a href="http://hackadaycom.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/rube-goldberg-soda-machine.png?w=580&h=160">box</a>.<br />
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The best advice concerning marriage I have ever heard was, "You always marry the 'wrong' person. They will, without a doubt, not be the person you thought they were, and you will not be the person you thought you were, and <b>the real work/fun of marriage is learning how to care for the stranger to which you find yourself married</b>." When I see students walking through campus with their parents, carrying those tell-tale red and white plastic BALL STATE bags, I see the fumbling first-steps into a four-year marriage to a university that they know virtually nothing about. Lucky for me, there is no need for me to feign excitement and positive reinforcement about this new union. When I stand up every day to face the fears of public speaking that still linger in the little girl who first splashed onto this campus, all I have to do is tell the truth of what I have stumbled into these past three years. As I describe what they can't see beyond the brick walls, the honors classroom beyond the doors they've yet to wander through, I'm only telling my own story as one of many small balls who found themselves on a course they could have never predicted. Through moments of peril, epiphany, joining the chorus of confusion and discovery with others beside me, I've become a part of a symphony of interdisciplinary learning I never knew existed. <br />
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I look across the skyline<br />
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smokestack fingers reaching<br />
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Freedom?<br />
Food on the table?<br />
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unselfish; stretching here<br />
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breadth?)<br />
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I wonder if there<br />
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their innocence tarnished<br />
in the soot of progress.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-67738021806941822652013-06-06T20:24:00.003-07:002013-06-07T09:53:51.816-07:00Grandma's Getting a Twitter: Thoughts on Citizenship in the 21st Century Literary CommunityThere's a joke in the math department, "The university loves us because we're cheap dates. All we need is pencil, paper, and a wastebasket.<br />
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This illustrates something I love about both my fields of study (terrible jokes aside): simplicity. <b>One of the many things writers and mathematicians have in common is the age-old simplicity of their craft.</b> Pythagoras and Plato and Poe all used the same simple tools, the same tools writers and mathematicians continue to use today.</div>
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After accepting the opportunity to intern for this year's <a href="http://www.midwestwriters.org/">Midwest Writers Workshop</a>, along with ten other Ball State students, <b>I began to realize just how much the writing world has changed and developed</b>,
even (and especially) during my lifetime. Imagine my embarrassment when I
was singled out, almost immediately, as the only person on the team
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<b>This is entirely contrary to what students have been told for years: </b><i><b>Don't get a Facebook.</b> Don't use social media, because employers search through your pictures and may turn you away as a result.</i> (Lucky for me, my idea of a wild Saturday night is making three
different kinds of buffalo wings and eating them inside a blanket fort
with a few friends while watching the Lion King, so I've been pretty
comfortable having a social media presence for a number of years.) Now, we're being told that our savvy in social media networking is what gives us an edge in the job market over our more experienced counterparts from the previous generation. <b>What used to be a bane to our career potential and a distraction from our studies is now an obligation</b>, and is in fact the substance of the work I currently do for my internship. <br />
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Growing up in the information age is both convenient and exhausting. The worth of a great story seems to inflate, as more and more links on newsfeeds and tweetdeck lists makes new information so overwhelmingly convenient that it's hard to get, and even harder to keep, a reader's attention. Can you blame stubborn old fogies like myself for our hesitancy in embracing this brave new world of writing platforms and self-promotion? Joan Didion doesn't have a Twitter, because she dislikes microblogs (for unstated reasons that nonetheless seem obvious to me). I have to wonder,<b> are we ushering out a certain style and method of writing, without knowing the effects on the future generation of writers as self-promoters?</b> </div>
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A dear friend of mine is currently using a typewriter for his writing projects, because he feels that the method by which art is created affects the resulting art itself. I whole-heartedly agree, and yet I wonder if any writers once saw the typewriter as a threatening piece of technology, poised to destroy the "right" or "real" method of writing: a pen to a page.</div>
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And taking a step even further back, I wonder if the earliest Greek oral poets stuck their noses up at the thought of their verse inscribed on a page, at the idea of destroying the transient beauty of performance, removing the precious temporality of the spoken word and reducing it to a list of figures that can be read and reread a thousand times. I wonder if seeing their stories preserved on a scroll horrified them, their words removed so far from their vocal chords, bare and vulnerable to any prying eye to prod and question. </div>
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A useless question would be, "Should the writing world change to accommodate the desires of this generation and the methods of information age?" <b>The fact is, the literary community already <i>has</i> and will continue to change and develop within the society that it both affects and reflects.</b> A better question would be to ask yourself how to find new ways of connecting to this generation in a way that communicates to your readers while still maintaining the integrity of what you believe to be important as a writer. I believe in the power of ideas to create change and the beauty of words toward healing and understanding. Stepping into this generation and using their communication tools to reach as many minds and hearts as possible need not have the effect of "selling out," nor does it require you to deny your own passions and reasons for writing. It can even become your Areopagus, your venue from which you can share those passions more effectively with an audience better able to receive that message and pass it on.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-19979016852257459432013-05-23T21:30:00.000-07:002013-05-29T13:32:35.550-07:00Schrodinger's Pen: The Quantum Life Writers Must Not Neglect<div>
Every pen has to cope with the personality of its wielder. If our pens could talk, they would be able to tell a great deal about us: Mine would inform you that I do not have a consistent time when I write, nor do I have a set period for which I write. No word quota, no tally.</div>
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My pen would tell all sorts of embarrassing stories about me: about how this is the first year I've let strangers critique my poetry, that I was so nervous before my first poetry reading a couple months ago that I practiced casual anecdotes to open with... my pen would be a complete ass about the whole thing.</div>
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Yet, there are many things my pen does not yet know about. There are some experiences I've yet to record, barely touched on, for the same reason I'm on a hiatus from taking photos for the time being. I realized I was beginning to see the world through a frame, and every scene or sunset was instantly undergoing rectangular surgery in my cookie-cutter mind, before I'd even had time to enjoy it.</div>
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Similarly, writing can become a dangerous opponent of itself, especially when guilt sets in for any days we spend neglecting our pens for friends and other ventures. Just recently, one of my writing cohorts expressed dismay at how much time he was spending in the woods while in Colorado, saying it was not conducive to his writing. When I asked what this meant, he said that the happiness he felt in just experiencing nature was not immediately turning a word-count-profit. This, I reminded him, was not evidence of his failings as a writer, but rather an investment we should all be making. <b>Part of writing should be allowing yourself to live: to enjoy the world without constantly looking for ways to chop it into narrative.</b></div>
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Strangely, I think the best metaphor for why this is true is found in quantum physics: the study of things very very small. When measuring a particle so small that it no longer obeys the rules of physics that we're familiar with, the act of looking at it changes where it is and where it's going. At first, this may sound nonsensical, but consider that, in order to "see" anything, a photon (light particle) has to hit that thing and return to your eye. On the quantum scale, that's like trying to measure the position of a balloon by hitting it with a tennis ball. You may know where the balloon once was a moment ago, but wherever that was, it's no longer there. The act of measuring, unto itself, changes the thing you are measuring, not unlike trying to take the temperature of a test tube of warm water with a thermometer. The relatively cool temperature of the thermometer itself will affect the temperature of the water, causing the water to cool before it can be measured.</div>
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Similarly, as David Shields wrote, "<b>The moment you start to arrange the world in words, you alter its nature.</b> The words themselves suggest patterns and connections that seemed at the time to be absent from the events the words describe." This abstraction/subjection of the world into words is a necessary framing in order to relay meaning, and though writers know perfectly well the limitations and inaccuracies of words, they are what we have to work with. Words can be essential toward helping us notice things about moments we would not have otherwise. <b>Yet, how many moments with friends have been spoiled by my disengagement from conversation as I ponder how I would begin describing the details of the room to give a certain pace to the dialogue?</b> (The dialogue that is different now, because of my lack of participation.)</div>
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To neglect letting oneself simply take in life with no looming guilt or expectations now and then is to forget the young writer we started out as: just a kid with a pen who had a lot of things on his mind and no one to talk to about them. <b>Writing as an extension of self is as important to practice as writerly discipline,</b> and my pen could certainly tell you about how I could use a good dose of BOTH right about now. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-49870709022995024382013-05-14T13:30:00.000-07:002013-05-14T13:30:17.569-07:00A Boy Born Without the Words<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">For Cam</span></i><br />
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What will you plan<br />
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then?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-8830195492342759322013-05-09T15:47:00.004-07:002013-05-14T13:24:57.133-07:00Metaphors: The Good, the Bad, and the Brautigan<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Note: This blog post is primarily in response to a poem by mid-western writer Travis Campbell, entitled "<a href="http://spiralstairspoetry.blogspot.com/2013/04/good-metaphors.html">Good Metaphors</a>."</i></span><br />
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I recently entered <a href="http://www.chipmacgregor.com/blog/bad-poetry/come-join-our-7th-annual-bad-poetry-contest/">MacGregor Literary's Annual Bad Poetry Contest</a>, and, much to my delight, I am currently holding second place. It is strange, the amount of pride I have in this fact.</div>
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What is it that is so thrilling about purposefully writing your worst? There is a certain degree of freedom in it, because compliments and criticisms are now one and the same, and the worst anyone can say about your work is, "I think it's too good."</div>
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and, in between, includes some of the most bizarre and creative imagery I have ever come up with. Strangely, there were several times that I had to stop myself while writing this poem, because the imagery I was coming up with <i>was becoming too good</i> and I needed to replace some words with weaker ones<i>. </i>This is a problem I have never run into before, and certainly a problem I would like to have more often.<br />
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It causes me to wonder how much is lost in our constant efforts to impress with our words, and how many truly inspired and inventive uses of the English language are squelched beneath the toes of the leviathan expectations we impose upon ourselves: <i><b>This has to make sense. This has to seem legitimate. To be laughed at is unbearable.</b></i></div>
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<b><i><br /></i></b></div>
<div>
<b><i>--</i></b><br />
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<br />
<div>
I agree with Travis Campbell when he says,</div>
<div style="font-style: italic;">
<br /></div>
<i>"Good metaphors</i><br />
<i>don’t need to be explained.</i><br />
<i>Good metaphors</i><br />
<i>don’t even need to be</i><br />
<i>Good metaphors."</i></div>
<div>
<i><br /></i></div>
<div>
Richard Brautigan exemplifies, in a way I'm not sure any other writer can, how <b>good metaphors are sometimes terrible metaphors</b> that don't make the least amount of logical sense. And yet, those same comparisons can reach so deeply into the heart of how we truly see the world, that somehow, in our maze of synapses, the words connect our irrational selves to the scene in a way that is difficult to understand, with relevancy that is impossible to ignore.</div>
<div>
<i><br /></i></div>
<div>
The first time I ever read anything by Brautigan, it was like looking into the eyes of a fish from another planet and seeing myself, upside-down, reflected.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
My favorite metaphor of all time can be found in his collection of flash-fiction titled <u>Revenge of the Lawn</u>, in a piece titled "<a href="http://average-grief.tumblr.com/post/39967378350/pacific-radio-fire-by-richard-brautigan">Pacific Radio Fire</a>," about sitting by the Pacific Ocean, listening to the radio with his friend whose wife had left him without warning.</div>
<br />
<i>"His eyes were wet wounded rugs.<br /><br />Like some kind of strange vacuum cleaner I tried to console him."</i><br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I understand that rugs cannot feel pain, cannot be wounded, and that vacuum cleaners are machines, which are the opposite of something that can truly console. And yet, I see his friend's eyes, their baggish wet sadness, and I feel the awkward pain the narrator feels in his inability to do anything about it. Since happening upon this short, page-and-half story, I've always admired Brautigan's style: he's not really trying to be a <i>good writer</i>. And, in my mind, that is much of what makes him a <b>great</b> writer.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
--</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
In Professor Sean Lovelace's "English 409: Writing in the Community" course I took this spring, I supposedly tutored a 7th grader in poetry and nonfiction. In reality, I ended up learning as much from her as she learned from me. <b>As I look back on some of the poems I wrote off-the-cuff during our brief, silly writing sessions, I see some of the most creative comparisons I've come up with in years.</b> I can only assume this is because, in my efforts to free her mind from the expectations of "good" writing, showing her how fun and creative writing can be, I was reminding myself of the same.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Because I was writing for her, and for myself, and no one else, I came up with things like</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<i>"His mind was a diseased rat, playing jazz on the roof of Wal-mart..."</i></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
and</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<i>"Humpback whales are the only whales<br />known to sing. They swell<br />with notes in their teeth<br />like </i><i>galoshes."</i></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
--</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
To summarize the wisdom I have learned over the last semester in one trite piece of advice: <b>write bad poetry</b>. <br />
<br />
Return to the homeland of your youth, that untouchable notebook of scribblings so incomprehensible and heartfelt that you could never bear the thought of showing them to anyone. Dig up one of those early poems and see if you can't see a glimmer of creativity and rare openness; learn from your former self, the writer who was free to say whatever he wanted because no one ever had to see it. <br />
<br />
Beginning the process of growing up and moving beyond the hermit-writer you once were, opening the shades and stepping out to become a literary citizen, is not a call to leave behind your vulnerabilities and fragile words of fumbling elegance (and, at times, outright stupidity). <b>It is the challenge to take those words and have the confidence to step into a community who will either accept them, or not.</b> Trust your words to be worth your time, and let yourself take ungraceful and arduous steps towards the writer you wish to become. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I'll be right there, fumbling beside you every step of the way, like a drunk baby bunny trying to capture fireflies in its paws mid-flight.</div>
<div>
<div>
<i><br /></i></div>
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-33415742958681302032013-04-05T08:07:00.004-07:002013-04-05T08:15:39.511-07:00Your Baby Picture Versus My Baby Picture<br />
<br />
Your hair falls naturally in the autumn sphere of colors<br />
I had a full head of jet<br />
black hair as a baby,<br />
yours grew darker, while mine<br />
grew lighter<br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.9899709953460842" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">and straight. My eyes</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.9899709953460842" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">are brown. Yours</span></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br class="kix-line-break" />are (murkycelestial) blue. Did you</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.9899709953460842" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">ever wish you had my eyes the way I wished</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.9899709953460842" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I had yours?</span></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></div>
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<br />
<div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<b id="internal-source-marker_0.9899709953460842" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Have you</span></span></b><br />
<b id="internal-source-marker_0.9899709953460842" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">woken up from a deep sleep for</span></span></b><br />
<b id="internal-source-marker_0.9899709953460842" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">no reason, wishing</span></span></b><br />
<b id="internal-source-marker_0.9899709953460842" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">for something you can’t describe, </span></span></b><br />
<b id="internal-source-marker_0.9899709953460842" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">blurring the darklit window in those</span></span></b><br />
<b id="internal-source-marker_0.9899709953460842" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">grayday bluejay eyes of yours?</span></span></b></div>
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</b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-56117100826594824712013-01-27T20:20:00.002-08:002013-02-12T20:11:38.968-08:00Decision VariablesMaximize[{what you can do, <br />
constraint, constraint, constraint, constraint},<br />
{what you have,<br />
what you've been given}]Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-61363472416038574362012-12-28T12:11:00.003-08:002012-12-28T12:17:24.189-08:00I can expound upon lovelike<br />
Emily Dickinson could about<br />
<br />
traveling, trains,<br />
precise position and velocity of a given quantum particle and<br />
<br />
death. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-1261611481079349312012-12-28T11:56:00.002-08:002012-12-28T11:56:18.141-08:00Are there conversationsor<br />(you're never sure why) moments<br />that stick in your memory,<br />bumps on the surface<br />disturbing the smoothness<br />each time you run<br />your fingers along<br />time's skin?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-78751612472799226552012-12-19T12:07:00.004-08:002012-12-19T12:13:02.620-08:00In Front of the House That Would Be Occupied by a New Tenant Come Springshe planted tulips.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-62521399112214276332012-12-18T09:49:00.001-08:002012-12-18T09:51:58.595-08:00The Squeaky Wheelchair Gets the Grease "I'm applying for a position as the assistant to the Diversity Director at Purdue," my friend Evan told me when I asked him what job he had interviewed for.<br />
"Good thing, too! Purdue needs your help with their diversity. We need to see some more colorful characters there. The problem is, they mostly draw from just one age demographic: it's all the 18-24 crowd," I told him, "You need to start hosting bingo nights. Get a hold of that, at-risk 65-89 crowd. We've gotta get them off the streets before they fall to vandalizing out of boredom."<br />
<br />
He thanked me for my advice, and expressed his regret that he had not thought to suggest such during the interview. I told him it was probably good that he waited until after he was hired, as it might come across as intimidating for the Director to be approached with such brilliant ideas for program improvement during an interview, when the assistant position was really only supposed to pertain to desk work.<br />
<br />
But now, as I think back on my college experience thus far and imagine ways in which I can help increase diversity on my own campus, I can't help but think realistically about the dim possibility of any of my suggestions becoming realities in any campus or community. The problem is that those 65-89 who are at-risk due to boredom, feeling underestimated and devalued by their society, and angsty at how little control they feel they have over their lives, will never be properly attended to. And this is because, unlike the obnoxious backlashes that teenage youths have learned to lean on for attention, the elderly have never made a stand for their own cause. Until they begin to give society a clear reason to realize the overlooked, wasted potential the retired population has as members of the community, there will remain a distinct inaction and unawareness of their condition. Until grandma gets up out of her easy chair, goes out at midnight, and smashes in some windows, there will never be a reason for the community to fund more free adult-care activities, and involve senior citizens in community outreaches. We need more knitting clubs, weekly baby-holding sessions, story-telling invitations from schools, and free cat-care clinics for those among us who have already given their best years to bring up the generations beneath them.<br />
<br />
If vandalism of public buildings and shoplifting Depends is the only way we're going to start seeing free transportation to and from water aerobics classes, then I say, by all means, buy grandpa a can of spray paint and a dark beanie. Obviously, until our community organizers sense a financial threat from a particular age demographic's destructive backlash, they will do nothing to provide for them a way to feel appreciated as an integral part of our society.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-62582574807348765632012-09-12T08:25:00.000-07:002012-09-12T11:37:51.068-07:00My Toast to the UnexpectedThere are countless different definitions of the word "friend," and while some people use that word to refer to anyone they've interacted with at least a handful of times, others reserve that word as sacred -- only applied to those whom they trust and share a bond with.<br />
<br />
I joke that someone is not officially my friend until they've seen the movie Troll 2. (I'm kind of obsessed... I hold yearly Troll 2 parties which involve a large variety of green food, as well as a pre-movie speech, in which I prepare the Troll 2 virgins for what they are about to experience.)<br />
<br />
In reality, the best definition of friend I've heard of is truly cheesy, as all attempts at describing such things are, and I love it nonetheless:<br />
<br />
"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."<br />
<br />
Most people take years to get to know the music behind who you are, but on a rare occasion, a few seem to know the beginning bars of it right away. <br />
....<br />
But really, this is all a little too abstract, isn't it? There's got to be a tangible sign, a quantifiable checkpoint during that journey from acquaintanceship to friendship, hasn't there?<br />
<br />
I can think of one. And it's very trivial, indeed. ...Maybe even more so than Troll 2.<br />
<br />
Whenever I save someone's number on my phone whom I've just met, I add an epithet onto their name so I can remember who they are so I don't accidentally delete them from my phone later because I don't remember who they are. Example: "Greg from ISU Swing," or "Beth from ENG308," etc. But, say I get to become better acquainted with that person. It gets to the point where, one day, I'm about to text one of my dear friends, and I see that their name on my phone still includes that tagline, which is now entirely unnecessary. Obviously, I delete it, and then it's just saved as their name. Often, as only their first name, even though I know I'll probably meet other people who have their same name. For now, I'm not worried about that.<br />
<br />
I know I'll remember them.<br />
<br />
And, apparently I'm not the only one who adds taglines to their new phone contacts. It makes me realize that <i>we all think we're set</i> -- that we don't need any more friends, and we don't expect the new people in our lives to become anything more than faces we see and make small talk with every couple weeks or so. We never expect the strangers of today to become the shoulders we cry on tomorrow.<br />
<br />
<br />
And so, this is my toast to the unexpected,<br />
to the strangers I happened to stop and talk with at a coffee shop<br />
one day when I should have been busy<br />
doing other things or<br />
seeing other people.<br />
This is my prayer of thankfulness<br />
for the people in my life I never saw coming,<br />
never thought I needed,<br />
who have showed me love and given me<br />
reasons to look further than the first (or even fifth) layer<br />
and to know and love anyway<br />
(because I have been known and<br />
loved anyway.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-34022490634781158562012-06-11T13:33:00.001-07:002012-06-11T13:40:19.677-07:00Why we stopped coloring and started getting our taxes done on time<br />
<br />
I think that, at one time or another, we were each really good at something <i>for our age.</i><br />
<br />
The scary thing about attempting to create anything past the age of 17 is the fear that our tiny sliver of genius was only waiting for the years to catch up to it, and it was never anything more than that.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-44546155938065050052012-06-09T07:39:00.002-07:002012-06-09T08:54:47.409-07:00Oh, the revelries of youth.She is (nineteen) knitting<br />
shaking her fist at<br />
the television<br />
(she knows every player by name)<br />
all day long we've been<br />
watching <br />
the French Open --<br />
a sport neither of us<br />
knows<br />
how to play.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-4252566819620368402012-05-29T20:19:00.004-07:002012-06-05T16:06:49.416-07:00Pompeii<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I feel the first flakes fall, it's that<br />
time again.<br />
<br />
You’ll be buried in the dust<br /> from my skin shedding if <br />
you stick around.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-48631290442934849762012-04-30T12:44:00.002-07:002012-04-30T12:48:33.149-07:00I make messes and then clean them up.What do <i>you</i> do to avoid studying for finals?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-12362295958395225442012-04-14T07:21:00.006-07:002012-04-14T09:10:46.460-07:00Myths about MathPeople are often surprised when they find out I'm a math major, because I don't strike them as "the type." I used to take this as a compliment, implying that I don't fit the stereotype (I've never played dungeons and dragons, I'm terrible at chess, and I shower). But recently, it's started to bother me that there so many stereotypes about mathematics and mathematicians that go unquestioned. I would like to take a moment to clear up some myths that have passed as fact for far too long.<br />
<br />
Myth #1<br />
Mathematics isn't all that interesting, and it is only useful if you're going to be an engineer or a statistician. <br />
<br />
---> If you open your eyes and look around you*, mathematics is fascinating, because it is everywhere. From the design of the chair you're sitting in, to the proportion of the margins on the pages in the books you read, to the arrangement of which teams play which (and when) in every sports tournament ever conducted... there is no escaping it. In addition to what is man-made, i.e.: traffic lights, employee schedules, works of art, and the design of auditoriums, there is also mathematics that can be found in nature. Entire books have been written on the math we can trace out appearing in flowers, birds' wings, and spider webs. Yes, you will need some knowledge of calculations to do your taxes, but math encompasses much more than calculations. You will also need mathematics to throw a good party, which brings me to my next myth:<br />
<br />
Myth #2<br />
Mathematics = calculations.<br />
<br />
---> All you have to do is look up "Mathematics" in any dictionary or even Wikipedia to have this assumption contradicted. Wikipedia states that "Mathematics is the study of quantity, structure, space, and change." I would amend this and add that Mathematics is also the study of proportion, relationships, patterns, and logic.<br />
1+3=4 is no more the substance of Mathematics than red + yellow = orange is the substance of art.<br />
<br />
Myth #3<br />
Mathematics isn't as complex or organic as fields in the liberal arts, like Philosophy or Anthropology, because math problems have just a single answer in the back of the book that is either right or wrong.<br />
<br />
---> How useful would it be to make math books for academic use that did not have answers that were either correct or incorrect? As students are beginning to learn methods for solving problems, they need to have a way of checking whether they are using the methods correctly. In real life problems that mathematicians face, there is no answer in the back of the book. It becomes less about "finding the answer" and more about <i>finding a way that works</i>. In other words, mathematics at the early academic level does indeed have a binary result: you either have it right or wrong. Beyond this stage in learning, the mathematical process takes much more complex forms. Often, it is less about finding the solution than it is about creating a path towards an ideal solution that is already known. In addition to the organic and creative process that mathematics is, it's questionable whether you can consider math entirely separate from studies of the humanities in the first place.<br />
<br />
<br />
Myth #4<br />
Mathematics is its own separate field.<br />
<br />
---> Someday, I will dedicate an entire post to disproving this. This fall, I am taking a class that is specifically focused on how the study of Mathematical Sciences has overlapped and intertwined with the rest of humanity's story. The logic implicit in psychology, the statistical foundations of sociology, and the proportions inherent in art attest that mathematics is hardly separable from other fields of study. <br />
I will say that this myth has continued due partly to the fault of mathematicians themselves, or at least the majority of mathematicians in academics. If I could pick one department at Ball State that is the least likely to network with other departments to create projects or exchange resources in an effort to broaden their students' abilities to work with others of different skill sets and view points, it would probably be the department of Mathematics. This is disappointing to me especially because I feel that mathematics is a field that is and always has been collaborative at its best.<br />
<br />
Myth #5<br />
Mathematicians have horrible spelling, punctuation, and grammar in general.<br />
<br />
---> This one is true. I like to think that I'm an exception to this rule, but if I am, I am the ONLY one. The only. one.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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Keep an eye out for more myth-busting, because I might add to this list. For now, I'm going back to my math software homework; this rectangle isn't going to maximize itself.<br />
<br />
--<br />
<br />
*Yes, that was a Look Around You reference.<br />
<a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5054356894457127152">http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5054356894457127152</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-19237259058979916332012-04-12T20:45:00.001-07:002012-04-12T20:46:33.021-07:00My Dissertation on (the Importance of) a Responsibly Planned FutureWe should think carefully, painstakingly, dutifully, weightily, wisely about tomorrow<br />
<br />
<br />
tomorrow.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
and not (a moment) <br />
soonerUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-26631167349012368292012-04-09T20:47:00.000-07:002012-04-09T20:47:42.737-07:002%<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>JA</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:EnableOpenTypeKerning/> <w:DontFlipMirrorIndents/> <w:OverrideTableStyleHps/> </w:Compatibility> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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<div class="MsoNormal">She wanted desperately to give the 2% milk away.<br />
“We’ll give it to Renee.”<br />
I scoff, disgusted at the thought of her trying to pawn it off on the poor little girl who agreed to watch our pets for the week.<span> </span>“Mom, they only drink organic,” I vocalize in the direction of the kitchen.<span> </span>I am in the living room, sprawled like a towel thrown on the couch.<span> </span>There is a point before family trips during which I crumple in the most comfortable place possible and quietly await the storm.<span> </span>I overhear her on the phone with John, our paranoid neighbor across the street.<span> </span>He seems wary about the suggested dairy exchange.<span> </span>She is negotiating with him in the flimsiest way possible.<span> </span>They are discussing percentages of milk fat.<br />
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<span> </span>I sit up and look at the skyline of suitcases and trash bags stretched full of “just in case” items: tennis rackets, board games, Frisbees… my mother likes to pack for a family from an 80’s commercial.<span> </span>Not one of us actually plays tennis.<span> </span>It occurs to me that this City of Preparation will never fit into the tic-tac box that is the trunk of our tiny white Honda. Thus begins the blaming.<br />
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<span> </span>First to raise his voice is my dad, whose job it is to Tetris all of our luggage and baggage into impossibly compact dimensions.<span> </span>When I say “raise his voice,” I do not refer to the sound decibel, but rather the pitch.<span> </span>There is a directly proportional relationship between my father’s distress and how chipmunk-like his voice becomes.<span> </span>This is a family trait.<span> </span>It is both humorous and frightening.<span> </span>“Tennis rackets? Monopoly?! Why do we need to bring all this crap?”<br />
My mother holds firm. “I want to play Monopoly.”<br />
All the while, voices higher.<br />
“We’re not going to play Monopoly!”<br />
“Well, I want to have it in case we do!”<br />
The squeal is threatening the glass in the room. <br />
“Becca, why do you need to bring so many books?”<span> </span>It’s my sister’s turn to make sure the situation resolves itself in the optimum amount of finger pointing and bloodshed. “It’s only a 4 hour drive! What’s in this backpack?”<br />
“Once we get to Columbus, we still have to drive to North Carolina. That’s 8 more hours.”<br />
“Oh.<span> </span>Right.”<span> </span>A pause.<span> </span>“Can I borrow a couple books?”<br />
“Yeh.<span> </span>I’ve never read this, but I’ve heard it’s good.” I hand her a book that hadn’t made the cut.<br />
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“Why aren’t we taking the station wagon?” I frantically interject our parents, who are chewing lightly on the back of each other’s heads.<br />
My mother lets out a <i>your father </i>sigh. “Gas mileage,” she mumbles, spitting out some hair.<br />
Frustrated that no one foresaw this mass vs. space conundrum, I cringe around the room.<span> </span>I am a silent billboard advertising my displeasure with the amount of realistic planning that has been employed here.<br />
After jettisoning some extra towels, the board games, and shuffling what was in large luggage into smaller bite-sized duffel bags, my father begins to work his magic.<span> </span>Finally, he has negotiated with the natures of mass and space enough that we are able to close all of the car doors and still be inside the car.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
My sister and I are squeezed so tightly beside each other that we could easily pass for Siamese twins.<span> </span>My dad is a quietly wounded puppy because he feels he is being blamed for wanting to save on gas money.<span> </span>Men are kings, but sometimes things happen that remind them they can only move as far as pawns.<span> </span>My mother is – gone.<span> </span>She has flitted from the car to remember some necessarily forgotten thing in the house.<span> </span>Now she is knocking on the door of our next door neighbor who is never home.<span> </span>I can’t see what is in her hand, but from her posture I can tell: it is the orphaned half-empty gallon of 2%.<span> </span>By miracle from heaven, Ms. Neverhome answers the door and accepts the offering.<span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">As we pull away, my dad is still sulky in the driver’s seat.<span> </span>My sister’s organs are mingling with mine contentedly.<span> </span>This time, I’m the one to break the silence.<span> </span>“Dad, thanks for packing the car up.<span> </span>That was amazing.” <br />
On we drive in silence, until the queen decides to have the last move.<br />
“I fit Monopoly in the back.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I wrote this in the car on the way to North Carolina last summer. I'm pleased to offer you this snapshot of the hilarity and frustration that is inherent in a Jackson Family road trip.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-80504138620280495482012-04-04T12:22:00.002-07:002012-04-04T12:22:53.601-07:00(Quest)ionsques(t)i(o)n(s)qu(e)stionsqu(e)stionsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-77886776075792995542012-03-30T02:11:00.005-07:002012-04-14T08:53:40.157-07:00Do you?)Just lately<br />
when I'm sitting<br />
at the microfilm machines and I<br />
imagine (as I often do) aliens<br />
coming down from the night sky <br />
to ask me about my whirring box<br />
with tiny lines of<br />
intricate nothing-glyphs,<br />
they ask me why I am not off<br />
in some wheel-ship on my way to<br />
the shores of Maine<br />
to watch the sun rise <br />
over the ocean's<br />
rolling lines <br />
of meaning-full something-gasps.<br />
<br />
<br />
(I have no<br />
goodorevenpoor answer for them.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-73277008175543493492012-03-20T06:33:00.000-07:002012-03-20T06:33:58.698-07:00My Dissertation on Boys, Bent Space, and the Cause and Effects of Solar Flares<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:EnableOpenTypeKerning/> <w:DontFlipMirrorIndents/> <w:OverrideTableStyleHps/> </w:Compatibility> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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<div class="MsoNormal">They become convinced that you alone<br />
hold the power over their day/and/night,<br />
(and will have you thinking the very same, <br />
if you let them!) silly satellites.<br />
They never see the most obvious thing:<br />
Any star looks like the sun<br />
when it’s the one you’re orbiting.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5238660413851279172.post-49474860994914128002012-03-10T16:24:00.016-08:002012-04-14T09:09:16.833-07:00<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><div style="font-family: inherit;">Every now and then, I have my moments, or weeks, when I think about dropping my math major. But, I don't think I could ever bring myself to do it. Math has taught me too many valuable things, and I know it has much more wisdom to throttle me with before this is all over.</div><br />
<div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Things I've Learned</span> </span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">[<span style="color: #20124d;">as a Student of Mathematics</span>]</span> </div></div><div style="background-color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #ffd966;"></span></div><ul style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>If you keep getting the wrong answer, go back and make sure you're working on the right problem.<br />
</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Know your limits. </b></span><br />
<br />
---> If you sacrifice being a human on the altar of being a student, it's only a matter of time before you'll be doing pretty poorly at being either. <br />
<br />
---> Also, know the limit definition of a derivative. It's just something you should know.<br />
</li>
<li><b>Problems are better worked out with a friend.</b><br />
<br />
</li>
<li><b>Sometimes the best you can do is lose every battle while winning the war.</b><br />
<br />
---> Take the time to understand your mistakes, even if it seems costly on the short term, and you will eventually begin to stop repeating them. <br />
<br />
---> Glaze over your mistakes, and when the test comes, you'll be in a sorry state.<br />
<br />
</li>
<li><b>If someone else's answer doesn't look exactly like yours, it doesn't necessarily mean either one is wrong.</b> <br />
<br />
---> They could be different forms of the same answer.<br />
<br />
</li>
<li><b>Some things are variables, and some things are constants. </b><br />
<br />
---> Don't forget which is which.<br />
<br />
</li>
<li><b>When you're proving something, make sure the inductive hypothesis is true.</b><br />
<br />
---> Every topple from an unstable climb started with an unstable claim.</li>
</ul><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And I'm sure I'll be adding to this list for some time to come. Feel free to comment with your own mathephors of wisdom.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1