Happy Halloween. I wrote a short story for you.

 The men were drinking their morning coffee, reflecting on the sexiest women in the sexiest costumes from the night before. "I was going to be crazy cat lady and sew stuffed cats on my ugly sweater, hehe" says Vera. No one pays attention except her best friend, George. He makes fun of her but she doesn't think it's funny and uncomfortable settles into her.

 Vera goes to Goodwill with George. She is looking for a white or cream dress that will drape over her. She wants to be Artemis, the moon goddess. Artemis seems pretty. She finds an OK dress. She buys it and George buys polyester pants.

about leaving and about staying.

"If you have two thousand dollars I can make sure you get to Vietnam and stay for awhile.
The air fare is the hardest part."
"I'm going. I plan on it sooner than later."
"You need to go right now."
"I'm not quite ready yet. I want my hair to get longer first."
"You can say that all your life until you're old and never go."
"No. I really just want my hair longer first."
"Your hair will grow while you're traveling. You need to get out there."
"I'm moved here to be away from everywhere."
"Oh."

Archetypes, symbolic interpretation, and [self]reflection.

   I was riding my bicycle from, what seems to be, Scott's dad's house in Kettle falls but it's not for certain. The road is annoyingly bumpy on my bike but my attitude is passive. I approach the intersection and stop. Both ways cars are passing, going the speed limit but it's fast compared to the speed I'm able to go. I proceed into traffic to the other side of the road. I pedal as fast as I can to safety. I'm headed to my right, down the bend which curves to the left. There isn't enough room to ride my bike between the guard rail and the road. The other side of the guard rail is branches and leaves -kind of rainforest looking.

   I'm forced to wheelie onto the guard rail. I'm going an ok speed down the bend. It's hard but I stay balanced and avoid falling. Cars are oncoming and passing by. At the end of the bend the guard rail separates from the road a little bit and takes me more into the trees. My bike stops. I'm in a scene of a boat or plane crash in lush tree branches. It looks very 'medical' like, people are doing hospital like things. I ask openly if everyone is ok. "Yes", someone says, "there is a lady having a baby in the nose of the wreck". He may or may not have pointed. I walk over and it seems to be, but not for certain, my school librarian who is a little pregnant. I don't really know her. I ask her if I can do anything. Apparently, she just had her baby moments ago but is still a little pregnant. She seems happy I'm there and says i can go with her, or something. I go with the pregnant librarian.

   We go to a party. It's pretty clear it's my trashy neighbors house but I don't seem to be at my trashy neighbors house really. I'm sitting dwn on the couch drinking a beer, enjoying myself. I feel like I'm with my friends but I'm not really interacting with them. I hear that my aunt, uncle, and cousin are arriving. I go outside and greet them with a hug. We are happy to see each other and say "It's good to see you, we should do this more", I don't really feel like this though. I take them inside and they sit on the couch where I was sitting. Pregnant librarian takes me to a side room and my cousin follows us. It seems like while I was outside, something happened inside. She tells us and asks me, "It's getting weird, do you want to go?". I respond and feel indifferently, "yea, I guess it did just get weird".

   It's dark outside and the librarian puts her newborn into a car seat, into the back seat of her SUV. I sit shot-gun. We are driving in rain and I feel warm, comfy, and peaceful. She is driving on a tall long bridge over water. I'm very mentally alert but with a heavy body high. It's stormy and rainy. In front of us cars are having trouble on the wet road. We see brake lights tap on and off. The librarian turns down the radio and situates herself as she is being more cautious. I feel safe. A car ahead of us slams on the brakes and skids sideways for a while. A few seconds pass and I'm still very alert. We plane on the road for a second and then the pregnant librarian slams her brakes which sends us skidding sideways. She says, "oohh ffuuck" really slowly like she is giving up control; she doesn't try to correct us. I prepare in my head and focus on our fall. We start falling really slowly.

   I know I have more time to think than the amount of time it will take us to fall. Immediately I reach behind me and unbuckle the baby. I'm still buckeled, only my left hand is free. I grab the naked baby, It feels awkward because baby heads can't support themselves and I'm worried about this but It's body and neck is ok because we're falling and the baby is kind of floating and weightless. I'm holding the newborn by it's head with one hand and trying to guide the zero-gravity-baby towards myself. It's difficult. I start thinking about rolling the windows down when we hit water or helping the pregnant librarian unbuckle. The librarian looks at the baby and says, "oh, i forgot about my baby!". I'm thinking really hard to survive and I feel calm but a little preoccupied about how weird the baby thing was. I'm thinking about the last moment, the awkward baby part, and this induces a backwards progression, comprehending my previous moments. The skid, brake lights, the bridge, the party, etc.. leading back to when I was riding my bicycle and I realize that this started there; there was nothing before that beginning.

Hi Marti,


I've attached your first essay. This is a very good fictional story; you're a gifted writer. The story is engaging and very descriptive. For this assignment, you need to present your ideas in essay form rather than a creative writing story form. Typically the narrative essay tells a personal story based on your personal experience and while it may tell a part of your story, it is not a purely fictional story. Also the personal narrative has a main point to develop and support.
Let me know if you have questions or need my help revising. This essay is due as a part of your first portfolio on (10/28/10). I'll post a portfolio checklist in Angel.


Leah

weekend synchronizing

Toro Y Moi - Minors

I just changed my google theme

from kittens to marijuana.

The Hood Internet - Wu Daydream (Raekwon x Twin Sister) by hoodinternet

Feeling Today by Botany by western.vinyl

You're welcome!

Deerhunter - Helicopter (Diplo & Lunice mix) by maddecent

Halcyon Digest is my new life.

existentialism is a humanism so hard

Sartre argues that man wills what he is, providing theory for radical freedom. He writes, "when operating on the level of complete authenticity, I have acknowledged that existence precedes essence, and that man is a free being who, under any circumstances, can only ever will his freedom, I have at the same time acknowledged that I must will the freedom of others."

In asserting that Existentialism is a Humanism Sartre means that it places the human being at the center of its attention and at the apex of its value hierarchy. Our ultimate goal should be to foster the freedom of the individual.

Sartre's famous lecture in October 1945 :

The talk started by proclaiming "existence precedes essence", he explained this meant that individuals create their own values because there is no moral order in the universe. This freedom is the ultimate value.

 

non compos mentis

Is psychological when people focus on 'condition' rather than 'truth'?
Like, "I'm so stressed, soo stressed", instead of, "I'm gonna make my life not stressful now".

I'm so stressed about my shit, I'm not getting it done.
I don't feel like eating or getting drunk, that's mad stressed for me.

Feel like I should run away before I'm commited this year, next year, and next year, and next...
I need to run to Colorado now. Get a small apt. Get a barista job. And never look back.

I'm serious (see?)
STEP 1) Get my electric shit -lights and heat- working in my jetta.
STEP 2) Save $$$
STEP 3) look more supermodel for more oppertunities
STEP 4) Don't think, just go

universe

mercy                                                                                                                                          justice

Descartes on 'hapiness' and me chatting about shrooms on the internet.

A not-so-great string of events happened this week/weekend (know I'm being very agreeable, putting it that way). I know it's a full moon and my period is sailing into shore regardless, infinitesimal shit hasn't made me wallow FOR LIKE, the last nine months! I mean the bike accident was bad, smashing my RayBan aviators sucks, but the shrooms I did friday should of totally made up for that!

If I find myself melancholy, I can usually assure myself it's the compromise for a mind of analyzations, then, I reason my way out. But this week/weekend my friends were depressed, even through high times friday night.

Descartes believed that melancholy could be overcome through the efforts of the will. He formulates three rules for contentment:

Follow reason in knowing what to do and not do;

refuse to allow passion to overcome reason;

and resist desiring things that lie beyond your reach.

Didn't y'all read Klosterman, EVERYBODY HAS BEEN DEPRESSED SINCE THE 90'S...

abstainer

"The suffering of animals is particularly challenging because it is not amenable to the familiar palliative explanations of human suffering. Animals are assumed not to have free will and thus to be unable either to choose evil or deserve to suffer it. Neither are they assumed to have immortal souls; hence there can be no expectation that they will be compensated for their suffering in a celestial afterlife. Nor do they appear to be conspicuously elevated or ennobled by the final suffering they endure in a predator’s jaws."

The Meat Eaters (read it!)

By JEFF MCMAHAN

[NYTimes]

sweet.

I was shopping at the habitat for humanity thrift store on friday where I found a vintage Michel de Montaigne book of essays, selected and illustrated by Salvador Dali.

when people say you would of been proud of me, I think what people mean to say is you inspired me to do this.