Recipe for Dinner:
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Ingredients

  • 1 pound whole-wheat or whole-grain rigatoni or other short cut pasta
  • 1 loaf crusty bread, bakery sliced (baguette or ciabatta)
  • 1 pound crimini mushrooms, wiped clean
  • 5 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
  • 5 to 6 cloves garlic, peeled
  • 1/4 pound pancetta, a couple thick slices, finely diced
  • 1 1/2 pound chicken thighs, chopped into small bite-sized pieces
  • 1 medium to large onion, chopped
  • 1 carrot, peeled
  • 2 to 3 sprigs fresh rosemary, leaves stripped and finely chopped
  • 1 bay leaf
  • Salt and pepper
  • 1/2 cup Marsala, a couple glugs
  • 1 (28-ounce) can tomatoes (recommended: San Marzano)
  • Couple handfuls fresh baby spinach
  • Few grates nutmeg or a pinch of ground
  • 1/4 cup aged balsamic vinegar
  • Splash heavy cream
  • Grated Parmigiano-Reggiano
  • Handful basil leaves, torn

Directions

Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil, add the pasta and cook to al dente, drain and keep warm.

Heat oven to 350 degrees F.

Scatter sliced bread on baking sheet, toast until crisp but not too dry, 6 to 8 minutes.

Quarter mushrooms. Heat 3 tablespoons olive oil, 3 turns of the pan, over medium-high heat. Once the mushrooms have started to brown add 3 to 4 large cloves garlic, grated or finely chopped

While mushrooms cook, begin chicken ragu. Heat 2 tablespoons olive oil, 2 turns of the pan, over medium-high heat. Brown the pancetta 3 to 4 minutes then add chicken and brown evenly 5 to 6 minutes. Add the onions to the chicken. Grate the carrot and stir in with the rosemary, bay and a couple of cloves of garlic, grated or finely chopped. Season with salt and pepper and cook until vegetables are soft.

Add the Marsala to chicken and vegetables, stir and reduce a minute then add tomatoes and crush with wooden spoon. Simmer a few minutes to thicken and combine flavors.

When the mushrooms are tender, season with salt and pepper. Chop the spinach coarsely then stir in to wilt. Add in a few grates of nutmeg, stir in vinegar then a splash of cream. Transfer the mushrooms to a small bowl and serve with toasted bread for topping.

Toss the pasta with the chicken ragu and cheese. Garnish with some torn basil and serve immediately.


73 ways to become a better writer
[info]raynewright
Pulled this off of Bri's twitter, Thanks Bri!

Doing these things can help you become a better writer:

1. Become a blogger.

2. Use self-imposed word limits.

3. Accept all forms of criticism and learn to grow from it.

4. Read what you’ve written over and over, until you can’t find any more problems.

5. Show what you write to a trusted friend for feedback.

6. Outline. And then write to that outline.

7. Edit, and edit again.

8. Live with passion.

9. Be open, curious, present, and engaged.

10. Take a break between writing and editing.

11. Learn a new word a day.

12. Get the pen and fingers moving.

13. Write in different genres: blog posts, poems, short stories, essays.

14. Read grammar books.

15. Write without distractions.

16. Challenge yourself: write in a crowded cafe, write on the toilet, write for 24 hours straight.

17. Take a trip. Road trips, beach trips, bus trips, plane trips.

18. Watch movies. Can you write the story better?

19. Write. And then write some more.

20. Read, think, read, write, ponder, write - and read some more.

21. Read your stuff aloud to anyone who can stand it - including the cat.

22. Go back and cut 10% from your word count.

23. Talk to people.

24. Listen to how people talk.

25. Read lots of books. Both good and bad.

26. Make notes of your (fleeting) brilliant ideas.

27. Start your writing ahead of time - not hours before a deadline.

28. Listen to podcasts on writing tips.

29. Use simple, declarative sentences.

30. Avoid passive voice.

31. Limit your use of adjectives and adverbs.

32. When in doubt, cut it out.

33. Kill clunky sentences.

34. Be inspired by other art forms - music, dance, sculpture, painting.

35. Read your old stuff and acknowledge how far you’ve come - and how far you have to go.

36. Write for publication, even if it’s only for the local newsletter or a small blog.

37. Make writing your priority in the morning.

38. Keep squeezing words out even if you feel uninspired.

39. Tell everyone: “I’m a writer.”

40. Recognize your fear and overcome it.

41. Let your articles rest and then return to them with fresh eyes.

42. Comment on your favorite blogs.

43. Keep a journal to keep the writing juices flowing.

44. Use a journal to sort out your thoughts and feelings.

45. Keep it simple.

46. Practice monotasking. Set a timer for uninterrupted writing.

47. Watch people.

48. Get to know someone different from you and reflect on the experience.

49. Try new ideas or hobbies - the more variety you have in your life, the more likely you are to keep on generating good ideas on the page.

50. Read works from different cultures. It helps keep your writing from tasting stale in the mouths of your readers.

51. Rethink what is ‘normal’.

52. Work on brilliant headlines.

53. Check if your assumptions are right.

54. Join a writing group. If you can’t find one, form one.

55. Write during your most productive hours of the day.

56. Designate time to research.

57. Take time to muse and mindmap.

58. Map out a writing schedule for your project and stick to it.

59. Ask someone else to proofread.

60. Read Zinsser’s “On Writing Well” at least once a year.

61. Break out of your comfort zone.

62. Write at the scene. If you want to write about a beach, get a picnic rug and go write by the sea.

63. Go to the supermarket, the ball game, the class room, the building site. Make notes of the sensuous details, the atmosphere, the people.

64. Start with metaphors and stories.

65. Approach writing with gratitude, not just with a ‘must do this’ attitude.

66. Deconstruct and analyze books and articles you enjoy.

67. Know about story architecture. Many writers don’t. Which is like doing heart surgery or flying an airliner by intuition. Survival rates are low.

68. Socialize with other writers.

69. Stretch or exercise in between writing.

70. Make a note of ideas for further development before you leave a piece for tomorrow.

71.Use mindmaps for inspiration.

72. Take risks - don’t be afraid to shock. You are not who you think you are.

73. [Please add your own suggestion in the comment section!]

I hope that one or more of these suggestions has inspired you. Let me know which ones resonated with you. And please add to the list. I look forward to reading your comments! Thanks to all the Write to Done readers who contributed to this list.

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The past of you, bleeds the past of me
[info]raynewright
Last night was spent with Bobs ex girlfriend. Shes a great girl, but I dont know if Im comfortable with writing down some of the thoughts and emotions that happened over the course of last night.  of every wordless expression I felt maliciousness was not one of them. Nor hate, nor anger. I was third party to watching someone rediscover who they used to be, to remember back when you were free, and the road wasnt a road yet. I watched my boyfriend sit across from the woman he used to love, and I watched that old glimmer in his eye. I know that look, I never saw it when it was young, but I have seen it before. I watched the pool within him stir, and I couldnt help but smile, because that must have been a wonderful feeling. I have always wanted to write about those moments, about a group of friends, who spend years apart at times, who can always come back, and sit around a table and laugh at the same jokes like they were thought up yesterday. Of a group of people who were so close and so loving for each other that they shared each others bodies and minds.

In those moments when they were laughing, I felt removed and slowed, complacently observing, and thinking that I was both witnessing something magnificient and terrible. Hence the soft shadow that dances around my waist: my own past. In that instant of slowed time I realized just how superficial my life has been, was, and is going to be unless I change something about it. Growing up I thought I had this closeness that Bob's house had. but witnessing the reunions I realized that it was all so superficial and malnourished. While the good times were good, they were brought together by people who used each other. Kids who only tolerated company as a means to get around, as a means to buy drugs or alchohol, as a means of entertainment. Shit, I  thought I was escaping it, I was merely running to it disguised in sheeps clothing. What a fool. no wonder I cant go back like they could. So the jealousy lied not in the fact that I shared a man with this beautiful girl, the fact that she has been liberated because of her life growing up with him, something I so desperately craved for.

I am so grateful for Laurens return. maybe she has some answers to the questions I have inside. Maybe she will help coax Bob into his next stage of life, as we are both teetering on the edge of something, and in order to make that jump we need that push. Maybe she's it. One thing is for sure, I smile inside because the man I love and am slowly making a life with has such a wonderful past that he is introducing me to. I smile because I was received with open arms.  I cry because I cannot do that myself. every man Ive loved has lost himself inside a world where I cannot follow. Every person whom I called friend turned out to be so . . . not. I cry because the road behind me closed off because of poor decisions. There was an image put in my head of this: a little alice thrust into the hedge labrynth, she is scared and alone, and the entrance through which she came has grown over.

The other voice inside me, the one that offers advice when I am too scared to talk is saying that the past is sometimes ok to let go. yes it may not have been the one you had imagined, but there were rare good times you should be grateful for, and therefor you should be happy that they happened. The present is righting itself, and you have finally found the friends, teachers, and lover you have been searching for. Whatever happens now, it seems your life is beginning, something is stirring, again.

But what? what am I supposed to be doing right now? My will for school is gone, i no longer want to learn how to write, or go through the process and trials of school, I dont want to wake up every day and stare at these computer screens, I dont want to work at Gamestop for the rest of my life. I know what I dont want . . . but that doesnt help when i need to be moving in the direction of what I DO want. This is where divine intervention is supposed to happen right? Where the clouds are supposed to part and the Goddess is supposed to bend down and whisper in my ear what is supposed to take place in my future, some direction to go in. . . what? am I supposed to take massive drugs and trip my way into the future? why does that scare me even though that seems to be the answer? The frustration of what to do is building such a huge knot in my chest, weighing me down, and slowing my actions even more. . . oh man, Im beginning to drown in this journal. its time to walk away from word.

Daily Horoscope/ stream of conciousness
[info]raynewright
You've been running around so frenetically that you have cheated yourself out of one or two special experiences. So today, you have got to slow down -- or else you'll miss the point of the life you are living. And your multi-tasking needs to come to a stop, too. You've got to fully experience everything you are doing one hundred percent, whether it's watching a television commercial or listening to music. When you divide your attentions, you devalue your experiences. Focus.

I guess that means I need to drop the rest of life ( computer games, going out, surfing the internet) and just focus on catching up and getting out of school. there's only one month left. I can do this. . . although I do like having my life in variety. Maybe I can compartmentalize and divide my time among them. Maybe the horoscope means I should always just be 100% in the little and big things I do. So its not that, in the big picture, I should focus on one thing. that would make for a very boring life. I like playing this game, this spitting out random thoughts on paper and forming lists so that I can organize my life. this is fun. Before all I wanted to focus on was my relationships because they were mostly the disfunctional part of my life. Now that Im in a relationship thats going well, I can actually focus on my life, and find my passion. Its really good that my future is unwritten right now. I can form it. . . . but I digress. Back to the horoscope. so being 100% in what you experience all the time. like right now all of my focus is bent into writing this journal entry. there is no past, there is no future. i dont have to be a ninja and know whats going on around me all the time. thats not the place in my life to do so at the moment, no, right now its focus. there is no scatterbrain, only my fingers tapping on this keyboard, and the words from my brain flowing onto this screen. Soon I will learn to push my focus into sittign down and writing this English paper I'm behind on, and then the Spanish assignments I'm also behind in. Work comes easily enough, I just go and snap into customer service mode. the information seeps into me as soon as I walk through the door. Next will be the step of extending that focus for longer periods of time. training myself and my mind so that I cansit down and do something, do it well, and fast, and then have the rest of the day to do whatever I want with. Maybe I can start writing for Coma again ^.^

Ok, next brain storm, and i really feel that when I write I think my thoughts through, they arent broken or frayed when they are put on paper because the sentence has to be completed or it doesn't make sense. What am I going to do with my time this summer, besides work two jobs? the money is obviously going to go into a savings account for getting a new place. but what in my free time? wow? raiding? great what else? well theres working out, I have always wanted to join a gym. Martial arts probably. Boib likes kung fu but I think Im going to go with akido. music. well . ..  that guitar thats been calling my name will have to be bought and Ill have to get that book that teaches you how to play. I need to pick up that recorder soon.

Concentration was broken. Time to cut this off, have some food, a shower,and get to work.

No more coffee when tired and bored
[info]raynewright
Its just really really bad for you, because your very awake and unmotivated to do anything . ..  i do believe this is the leading cause of insanity

"There going to take me away hee-heee, haha"

yea

so

no more coffee after 8 O.O

In other news we are going to see the watchmen tonight at midnight. Hence the reason for coffee, so that Il be able to enjoy it unlike last time with the Dark night, where I was struggling to stay awake even though it was a fantastic film. I dropped my speech class so that theres time to actually do homework, sleep and do well. I got into USF, but havent contacting them yet. i should do that. I am on spring break now so that means playing catch up with housework, reading, those reviews jeremiah has been urging me to write finally, and contacting FSU to give me my friggin money back! (they are seriously sitting on 3000 dollars up there of MY financial aid). Bob and I are fantastic, who could ask for a better boyfriend? its serious this time, I mean, my bed is in his room, so yea.

ok . . .time to go . . .

Re awakening
[info]raynewright
The conciousness yawned as its body uncurled and slowly slid into an arching stretch. It was a long time ago that it once delved deep into its own creative waters, but now, today, something was stirring.
The ripples had begun
It seems if conciousness stops, if it even slows for one moment, it slips into a coma like state of being, and you find yourself going through a personal vendetta with your mind, searching, prying, pleading for your drive back, for that thing that makes you tick, that essence of creative juice. If you could just inhale its sweet aroma, just flick your toungue out to get that one drop . . .
you would reawaken.
Its not even true. I was split, and scattered, within my own mind. A victim of overwhelming lifestyle, which is torture to an artist, no, to a human, trying to find their way.
I was trapped within my own mind, scrambling along a cold damp floor, trying to gather up the pieces of my life in frail and flaking arms. I spent 6 hours crying and motionless, I spent whole days dazed and confused. Im still trying to jumpstart my mind into motivation, and slowly, its coming. Its starting with organization, Its starting with structure, that way theres time to establish a purpose, to push off this heavy blanke that is smothering my mind. To establish an environment conducive to reawakening.
The war has started. and this time I will win.
-I need to get all of my things in one place first and foremost, Ive always been most productive in cleanliness and quiet, so thats happening first.
Next I need to get my life structured with points and purpose. I have the planner, so assignments will get done,
-I need the times in the evenings to work out (or is it in the mornings that would be better?) Yoga is a must for the mornings, running would be better at night, stretching would be good with either, and sit ups, push ups, squats in the evenings, but I need to get up to 3 times a week. hands down.
-I need to get back to strengthening my mind through meditation, improving concentration
-I need to stop having so much coffee(get down to 1 cup a day) and start drinking more water(get up to 3 cups a day), limit myself to mac and cheese 3 times a week, and start eating more variety, like fruits in the mornings (smoothies once I learn how to make them), and sandwiches in the afternoons, and steak, chicken, or pasta at night . . .
-I dont have time to learn anything new, so Ill just stick with what I have on my plate now: School, first and foremost, building my computer, and planning for USF in the Fall
-Eventually I will start: learning to play the guitar, writing songs and more poems, photography and painting, and improving my DDR/RB/GH skills, Reading more books, like Stephen King and Anne Rice. This summer will be the time to do that.


I have a plan, I just need to maintain this, what ever it is, its letting me become who I am. Thank you gods for this drive, please dont let it slip away.

Point of view
[info]raynewright
Grabbed this off my friends blog, read it:

Read it in the paper the other day but not the day before.
Neither in the one that came after it so it's out of sight once more.
Everyone says it's too hot outside and the canteen's gone downhill.
The food ain't what it used to be but I don't see 'em being ill.

And what was it the paper said next to the topless girl?
Nowt but a piture of starving kid in someone else's world.
Christ she looks almost anorexic, give her some food before she dies.
In the macho banquet of anaesthetic conscience starves as they feast their eyes.

The bigger the picture the more it drives images into the front of the mind, while the back dries up from the lack of ambition, to think beyond sex and social position.

You have to look further if you want to see more.
Then think a bit harder than you ever did before.
If something is wrong and it makes you think twice, you've got the incentive to act. It's your choice. Get another point of view......

-Subhumans




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[info]raynewright
Woke up and thought Id get these observations down on paper (or in this case cyberspace since I dont have a good journal to write in).

 I love seing a full pot of fresh coffee in the morning
I love getting that hug from my sister when our hormones aren't colliding
I look forward to that morning kiss and hug, that evening whisper of sweet dreams, that beautiful mix of seafoam green and amber marble.
I love that my phone doesn't stay silent anymore
I love to see that smile on my friends face
I love that I wake up and I have no idea where I am going, but I know im in the right place now


I . . .  I  . . . LOVE my life :-)

Dedicated to the light of my life
[info]raynewright
Bob,

Last night it clicked, last night I went to sleep feeling like I'd finally found home, and there was no place that Id rather be. You are by far the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, you are the best friend a girl could ask for, and the most passionate, caring lover that I never in my wildest dreams thought of. There is the light in you that has sparked in me. I want nothing more to curl up in you, hold that close and let it grow, let it shine brighter then the essence of the gods themselves. The future seems so clear, because I know it will be with you, It IS you, here, as an us, growing together. I love you Bob. I heard this song today, and it's dedicated to you:

I kissed your sweet lips
I floated so high
Your eyes looked at mine
The world froze in time
What is this feeling?
I am on cloud nine
Guess I’m still reeling from your body next to mine

It’s a rush I can’t explain
Like you shot something crazy into my veins
And I’m ten feet off the ground
And I don’t want to come down
Don’t want to come down

I know you’re sleeping
I wish you were right here
‘Cause my bed’s so empty
I’d hold you so close dear
And I sang my song to you
Your smile was priceless
What else can I do?
I’m a junkie over you

It’s a rush I can’t explain
Like you shot something crazy into my veins
And I’m ten feet off the ground
And I don’t want to come down

Is it me, or is everything spinning
I’m wide awake but I must be dreaming
It’s like you’re some kind of drug
Try to catch my breath
And see if I’m still breathing
Touch my heart and make sure it’s beating
It’s like I’m falling in love

It’s a rush I can’t explain
Like you shot something crazy into my veins
And I’m ten feet off the ground.
And I don’t , no I don’t, no, don’t want to come down
Don’t want to come down



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Quote
[info]raynewright
There's a ring i found on Etsy with a quote from Tolstoy engraved on it:


There is no greatness without goodness, simplicity or truth.




Its amazing. I love this etsy site thing


Dreams
[info]raynewright
You wake up sometimes and your fingers find that magnetic pull to a keyboard, they ache and twitch to put something down, because it has been oh, so, long-like fingers long abstaining now wanting to flick that lighter and light that first cigarette . . .only I think this outcome will be a slightly more positive one.

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Last night I dreamt of alienation. "each man is an island unto himself"
Well I was stranded on this smaller forested island. I woke up in my raised hut of rotted driftwood, on a thin mat staind black and brown from years of collapsing on it after a long days work, and a long evenings worth of tears.  I'm propping myself up on my palms and looking around my surroundings like they are brand new to me, like I have woken up in a place unfamiliar and unsafe, even though I had been staying there quite a time. The mixture of fear and loneliness is dulled by anticipation and the urge for comprehension through the sleep.
Then the wind picks up.
The south of the raised hut looks out to the water, which lays at the bottom of a few copses of trees and cut offs in the soil. There is no wall on this side, nor any side for that matter, so the wind whips through my hair, just as it whips through the trees, creating that whisper as they sway back and forth. Its sound is both soothing and haunting, and I didnt know whether they were telling me something bad was going to happen, or if they were adding harmony to the crash of the ocean, an accompaniment to the moons light, full, casting its blue luminescense on the forest, on my horse, on the water, and on the overgrown clearing next to my hut, to the west. 

where my brother was impaled on the ladder, staring at me and poised wide eyed through the night, trying to focus. For a moment Im filled with confusion as I start to question the state of his life, but then I am releived as the dead fades from his eyes and he tosses me a note, wrapped into the form of a basball. Somehow I struggle to find it under myself in the shadowed light, and when I return to upright position, he is gone, as though a figment  of my imagination all along. Stretching my neck and looking down my nose as a librarian looks down at a tardy book lender, I see the swish of his flannel shirt as he mounts his bike and takes off into the woods, past the other hut . . . The hut that serves as my pet shop.  Into the darkened pillars of time my 15 year old superman flees the island.

Its the day before, and Im working in the second raised hut of my pet shop, struggling to open a box of bugs to feed to the various lizards. shuffle
warp
shake
Im backing away and moaning in fear at the black exotic looking centipedes and the roaches with gem encrusted wings and the ants the size of peapods as they crawl uncontrollably around the hut, my last defense. And I remember jumping down and realizing there would be no sleep that night, because as soon as my mind closed something unwanted was going to crawl in.

The dream ends at Sea World. Im diving into the freezing salt water next to a grinning strong jaw named Jake, who is dancing with a Killer Whale.  He dives down and presses his palm angainst the gentle beasts stomach as the beast twists and responds equally.
Jake flies out of the water and doesnt land.

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Its Christmas. I'm with my ENTIRE family. All 8 cousins, 3 aunts, 2 Uncles, 4 grand parents, one sister, one set of Mom and Dad.
And we are all in the same room, waking up for Christmas Morning.
Shuffle
Warp
Cut
Im in a ballet studio, and for some terrifying reason, I am naked and noone notices, and I am dancing with a tall, dark haired man who I used to know as handsome, but the years and his nature have made him exxagerated and lopsided. There is a camera crew, and as I dip I feel bulbs crack and snap as my life is laid before all the rest of humanity.
I fall, and the man cracks a joke, and helps me up, twirling me to the sound of thunderous riotous callous laughter.
the chalked floor is stained with droplets of sweat and tears.
But the music and the dance goes on . . .
Until I am back, struggling to find the lost present for my favorite cousin, as Sam and Tree play on the computer below a Bunk bed in a cramped and cluttered room of mattresses pild over one another and Cousins strewn about playing DS games and talking loudly, like we always do. My dad is walking around and smiling wistfully at everyone and I am being overwhelmed with the fact that I have to clean up this room and where is that present and . . . .

Why is it so quiet all of a sudden? Why is the Moon softy singing to me through the trees? Lay down . . . the silence and the solitude will be unbearable another day. 

Peace, at last.
[info]raynewright
I'm home and settling in quite nicely. I have a wonderful family, a loving amazing boyfriend, and caring friends. I have a school that I'm signed up for for Spring, two warm beds to sleep in, and a job in January.  Since I've been here there have only been tears of happiness, laughter, and smiles, not broken loneliness. down here those days seem like a distant memory.

It was worth coming home.
Completely.

I love you all, and hope you all find yourself surrounded by warm hearts this Holiday season.

(no subject)
[info]raynewright
I dont want to go,
I dont know how to feel about things
I dont want to go home to an empty house.
I dont want to feel so alone over the holidays,

. . .they didnt even give me off for new years . . .

How did I get myself into this mess?
Why is my life so upside down, so ripping me apart that I cant even recognize or force happiness??

 . . .How did I get here?
One year ago . . .

Sometimes I feel like I don't have any real freinds. Shitty to say. I know. I blame this depressive streak I cant bring myself out of.


I want to come home. I want to stay home. Im starting to feel that Tallahassee has nothing more to offer.

I dont want to be trapped anymore.

You will NEVER take this away
[info]raynewright
There they stood, hand in hand, in mud and rain, and

all they had to say was "try and take this away, just try", and

it was said to the beat of their own hearts and

it was carried by the glimmer in their eyes and

it was moved by the hard earned pads of their hands and

That day was a memorable day.

That was the day they stood up, together, to say:

"This is our choice, our right, this, this is ours. This is the day

that we change the future. This is the day

unbridled and unbiased, where so many or so few move

the continent, move the nation, move our MINDS, move our hearts."

and those who stood against them, knew they would never be a part

of that.

And slowly, in the mud and rain, they rose

their fists in the air and gave the echoing, pulsing, breathing

cry:

"This is our chance, this is our day, and we dare you, just try to take this away."

Tentative Class Schedule: Spring 2009
[info]raynewright
Well, it could have been better, but at least I have all Tuesday /Thursday classes.

Here's the list of courses:

Intro to Shakespeare (required for major)

Intro to Fiction (satisfies OTHER english course)

Women in Literature (satisfies English completion through 3000 lvl)

The Buddhist Tradition (satisfies my own interests as an elective)

       The start at 9:30 in the morning, and are spread out throughout the day, I end at 6:30 at night.  Hey, the 5 days off during the week are worth it. I need to work, and I need to see my baby. There's a Fiction Technique class thats Tuesday/Thursday that Im going to try to get into, but who knows. If not Im taking that along with Speech and Intro to Japanese over the summer. That way when Fall comes I just take a lot of hard core lit and writing (and finish up Japanese) and hopefully get into the advanced workshops (I only need two, lets hope its Fiction and Shortstory, or Poetry).

      Here we go. Im really doing this. Went to college and by God Im going to finish this fucking thing on time, and get it over with.

The inner revolution has begun
[info]raynewright
"Do you think I know what art is?
Do you think I'd think anybody knew
even if they said they did?
Do you think I'd care what anybody thought?
Now if you ask me what we're trying to do
that's a different thing."
      - Georgia O'Keefe

    Turn down the background noise. Shut up all the lessons that you are being taught, all the hobbies and nuances your freind's have been trying to get you into, shed away where you are, Where you were, or where you think your going to be . . .
     Just sit there for once, in original thought, unaffected, unabashed, un-cliched, and un stereotyped. If you are afraid of this unkown-ness then let the fear come, let it wash over you, through you, and then drift away behind you, like steam rising from a vent.
      It is here, in this silence, when you truly begin to create. When you truly grow new life, thick, golden thought will stream and bubble from inside you, from a place you have never known before. No matter what the feeling, feel it. It IS you. Love or hate, anger or depression,
You are feeling not because you have been told you should, but because you are, you DO.
     this is where you begin. this is true path. This is you. Yours. Let noone take it away from you, or tell you otherwise.  

sorry, Ive sort of abandoned live journal: heres a quiz ^.^
[info]raynewright
01) Are you currently in a serious relationship? Why Yes
02) What was your dream growing up? switched from being a ghost hunter, to an archaeologist, to an actress, to an artist, to a writer.
03) What talent do you wish you had? tremendous focus and drive
04) If I bought you a drink what would it be? an xtra large Mr Pibb ^.^
05) Favorite vegetable? potatoes!
06) What was the last book you read? DARK TOWER II: omg so good o.o
07) What zodiac sign are you? Caner 69
08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where. I have my ear pierced in three places, my eyebrow done, my belly button done, one tattoo on my shoulder blade and soon to be my nipples pierced
09) Worst Habit? smoking
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride? of course!
11) What is your favorite sport? Circus
12) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude? Optimistic with almost irrational hopefullnes
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me? probably strike up a conversation.
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you? November 21st-December 30th (for those of you who knew me, you know what I went through)
15) Tell me one weird fact about you. I dont like fruit
16) Do you have any pets? I have two cats at home.
17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly? I would welcome you with open arms, make some tea and a warm meal, and give you my own bed
18) What was your first impression of me? I thought you were amazing, and immediately liked you
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary? depends on the type of clown . . . .
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be? my goddamn huge nose!
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience? crime partner ^.^
22) What color eyes do you have? brown
23) Ever been arrested? nope
24) Bottle or can soda? bottle
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it? finish paying the years rent, and then
27) What's your favorite place to hang out? my room if Im in Tally, Bobs living room if Im in St Pete
28) Do you believe in ghosts? oh yes
29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time? read, play video games, hang with freinds
30) Do you swear a lot? sometimes, depends on the crowd I'm with
31) Biggest pet peeve? ummm, when people are closed minded
32) In one word, how would you describe yourself? Aspiring
33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?  more then yes on both counts. I want more.
34) Favourite and least favourite food? Mashed Potatoes and Mexican
35) Do you believe in God? Aye
36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you? I have, and encourage you to do the same

Hahahaha! I go to school with these kids ^.^
[info]raynewright

Do not go gentle into that good night
[info]raynewright
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 


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