"And yet right here, in the spell of memory and imagination, I can still see her as if through ice, as if I'm gazing into some other world,
a place where there are no brain tumors and no funeral homes, where there are no bodies at all. I can see Kiowa, too, and Ted Lavender and Curt Lemon,
and sometimes I can even see Timmy skating with Linda under the yellow floodlights. I'm young and happy. I'll never die."
It has been well over a month since I last posted something on the blog here, but I figure now is as a good time as any to let everyone know that I haven't stopped writing or thinking about writing a little something here. It has been somewhat difficult to be a "strong ship" and ride out some of the emotional waves I've been sailing on, but the good news is that I haven't capsized. Besides, a sea without waves is rather boring. Related to the emotional stuff, school is pretty much a wreck right now, and I am not sure if I can salvage a degree out of the whole fiasco or not. But I sure am going to spend the next couple of weeks trying my best to do just that--finish. I am still reading some books in my incomplete subjects, and I am actually finding the material interesting and thought provoking. The reality of losing some of the things I have worked for is sinking in to such a deep level that it makes me realize how some of the painful sacrafices will be lose some of their meaning if I don't have something to show for them at the end of it all.
I remember when, while on a field trip for a college biology, the instructor pointed out a little oak tree that had already begun to have bulbous and cancerous growths sprouting on its limbs. The tree was in a picturesque field of tall grass tucked on top of a high hill with large airy veiws of the valleys and farms spread out below. I think of that mental image, and sometimes, I feel like the tree. While I know I have a lot of lovely resources that should nourish my sense of self and accomplishment, there is some internal thing, like the oak cancer (something wholly my own, internal) sapping me from achieving the potential growth I could acheive without it.
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[-- Biographoria --]
I used to be a college graduate student majoring in English. For a year, I had worked hard as a Teaching Assistant
at a fairly large Northwestern USA grad school. I've spent a few years reading all about Derrida, Lacan, Lyotard, and all of the other standard theoretical English fare. According to my ex-girlfriend, I am an incrediblenerd, a Star Trek and Futurama watching "Nerd," something on the scale just below
pocket protectors. Living on the Northwest coast of Amercia, I currently divide my time between studying
Graphic Design, learning to enjoy the
constant rain, and devoting hours to watching television; and with any remaining time, I plaintively search
for any place I can encounter a dark corner equipped with WiFi, so ensconced in a virtual cellar with my laptop, I can shoot off ill-considered
words into the further developing reaches of cyberspace.
[-- Bloggavista --]
While surfing through the effusive waves of the net, I found these following blogs somewhat interesting for various reasons; you might too. Then again, you might not: