10.31.2008



"Wrestle with God"--Wild Sweet Orange

I decided that if I'm going to write blogs and expect people to read them, I would actually have to read theirs. You know, I have been so busy that I have forgotten about posting. I wish I were one of those people like Amy who was utterly obsessed with posting everyday. I thought that I could pull it off... You know, having one of those uber trendy (yes, I used the word uber) blogs where I would post my deeply intellectual contemplations about the day and everyone would be moved to the point of epiphanies, but lets face it this is yet another one of those pithy blogs where you might say an occasional "yeah." or "right on," as if anyone still says things like that.
Today is Halloween, what am I? A struggling artist; in other words, I'm myself (I know real original, considering I'm wearing my own clothes, and I look like I do everyday). Other ideas for a Halloween Costume:
1. Juno (it's cute and I thought original--I know "there's nothing new under the sun, and if it was that way hundreds of years ago, it in most certainly that way now, but I still like to dream)
2. Bellatrix LeStrange (I figure that while everyone else would go as a witch, I would be specific. But I feared for my hair and the fact people wouldn't understand who I was, I put that on the back burner, until I have a better costume.)
3. Ana Pascal (but I'm not eclectic enough to be her.)
4. McGonagall (but I didn't have the clothes)
5. Chuck (I didn't have the clothes)
So as you can see, I had many choices some better than others (my personal favorite was Bellatrix), but I managed to talk myself out of trying for them all, and now. So today, I am myself... and I am all the better for it.

--grace.

"if it ain't love... it ain't love."


Lee Pace the piemaker from ABC's Pushing Daisies (it's an obsession).
--Wednesdays at 8 EST

MMM... The cold weather is wonderful. I'm so thankful this week was sweater week. It was so nice. Bundling up with coffee in hand, and the great hat that my darling roommate made me... It's great!

It's odd isn't it, how some days seem to fly by and others creep like a year did when you were little and all you wanted to do was celebrate when Jesus was born, mostly because that was the day that you got all the presents. I was glad that my long days sped by quickly, so I didn't have to endure the mindless 2 hour classes.

But today my Contemporary Literature class today struck a nerve. We were reading Allen Ginsberg's America and we were discussing how he is chastising America for it's superficialness, and its war and its attitudes. Now I personally like Ginsberg, I think his voice serves a purpose. People get hung up on the fact he is gay... for some reason, I guess because it is outwardly evident, they read his biography and see "his lover," and put him in the pile labeled "unfit" or "trashy". As though his homosexuality made what he had to say, his views of the world unfit for their "Christian" ears.

It rattles my nerves when Christians completely back their ears to everything that is in the slightest bit off the cuff. How can we love those who are in the world and expect them to have anything to do with us, when we will not listen to the things they have to say? Where is the love in neglecting them?

Also, there was something mentioned about how he was somehow anti-American, because of his attitude about America. But the thing is you can chastise something and still love it... That is what the Beat poets served as, every era has a media outlet of satire, and for the 50s it was poetry. That is what an artist does, she/he finds a way to leave the world they are in and rise above to, to look at it objectively, seeing where the kinks and the problem areas are. That is what sets apart a good writer from a regular Joe. Besides, he was talking to himself too.

Reading for tomorrow:"The Longings of Women"
Marge Piercy