Write a recollection (either lamenting or yearning) of your place.  Background Rodney Jones' "Hubris at Zunzal" until 1:20pm

To travel to another place with the flip of a page.  The library opens doors for all those that enter.  A place of study, a place to eat, socialize, escape, or reconnect, there are no limits.  The library offers endless opportunities within four walls.  Books, magazines, computers, librarians, coffee, students,  quiet floors, teachers, classrooms, redbull.  Silence and laughing, writing and reading, teaching and learning.  Those who enter the frosted double doors can either do so to escape from it all or explore the world.   Anything is possible in the library.

litany

i really liked collins' take on the love poem.  he has a sense of humor and makes his thoughts on traditional western love poetry known, it is a bunch of bs and really doesn't mean anything.  comparing your lover to random "lovely" things just shows you think they are lovely or pretty but what does that say about the actual love you have? not much. these comparisons just make the affection displayed shallow and ungenuine.  be real!  

procrastination

i don't know why but i never learn to NOT procrastinate.  every semester starts out strong, i'm on top of my homework, sometimes even ahead, and then it starts... "oh, i'll do it later."  later seems to always turn in to the night before, the day of, the hour before class and i'm screwed.  blogging has been especially hard to not procrastinate.  i think the ease of the assignments, the accessibility of the internet, and the flexibility in due dates has just made this paper the easiest paper to put off until tomorrow.  i don't know why but it seems that the convenience of the assignment has made me procrastinate.  no one likes 10 page papers double spaced due at 8am, but maybe its the painful requirements that serve as the kick in the rear to actually do it.  talk about irony...

stalking

everyone has/does/will stalk someone else.  we're all creepers, we just aren't always open about it.  this exercise was interesting because it forced us to be critical observers.  we became the predator mentioned in the poem dr. lay read in class, carefully and purposefully observing our surroundings and our prey(subject).  the exercise was designed to strengthen our observation methods.  good writers must be good observers to correctly portray whatever it is they are writing about.  the metaphor portion of the exercise had us thinking outside of the box which is useful in writing.  it is much more interesting to paint a picture using metaphors than tell the reader exactly what you see, allow your reader to use his or her imagination. 

Music

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swAXnznn2wg

for all of you who thought mike and i were crazy in class the other day, i thought i'd share one of the songs we were listening to.  i hope you enjoy : )

I could use another cigarette
But don't worry daddy, I'm not addicted yet
One too many drinks tonight and I miss you
Like you were mine

All your stormy words have barely broken
And you sound like thunder though
You've barely spoken
Oh, it looks like rain tonight and thank God
'Cause a clear sky just wouldn't feel right.

[CHORUS]
He's taken and leaving
But I keep believing
That he's gonna come round soon
(He'll come round soon I know)
You may be my final match
'Cause I chase everything when you play
Throw and I play catch
It never took much to keep me satisfied
But all the bullshit you feed me you miss me
You need me
This hungry heart will not subside

[CHORUS]
He's taken and leaving
But I keep believing
That he's gonna come round soon
Until I see him again
I'm staying believing
That it won't be deceiving
When he's gonna come round

Well I may seem naive if I cry as you leave
Like I'm just one more tortured heart
These cracks that I show as I'm watching
You go aren't tearing me apart
I may seem naive if I cry as you leave
Like I'm just one more tortured heart
These cracks that I show as I'm watching
You go aren't tearing me apart

The angels said I'd smile today
Well who needs angels anyway?

[CHORUS]

my own blog

sooo after posting for these past couple weeks i'm wondering if i will continue blogging after this assignment has been completed.  i went home over thanksgiving break and talked to my friend russell about his blog entitled shrubscan'trun.  i however, thought he said chubscan'trun, which got me thinking... maybe i should start a blog about my progress for my half-marathon training and title it chubs can't run.  thoughts? 

4. The Experientialist Perspective

My subject was Tom Eddy.  He is about 5'7'' and weighs around 150 pounds.  He has black hair and light skin.  He donned a brown plaid jacket over a white shirt with black stripes.  He also wore jeans and glasses.  Tom sat in the basement of the library comfortably, with his legs crossed.  

Tom was participating in the same activity I was.  I do not know who his subject was but he kept his gaze behind me, interchanging observation and writing.  He spoke to a couple of the students who were filming because he participated as an actor in addition to completing the assignment Dr. Lay assigned.  

I already  know Tom so I was not surprised with my observations.  He is quiet and did the work assigned as he usually does.  He is also polite and kindly participated in the filming when asked.