Forget all that earth's-position-in-its-orbit crap. Today is the first day of spring. I am wearing open-toed shoes all day today.
I'm slowly discovering that I have personal definitions for so many things that to quantify them all would be to assemble a new Dictionary of Leigh, which would not be very useful to very many (if any) people but might make an interesting way to write a novel. Here are my seasons: Spring begins when I wear open-toed shoes. Summer is when the trees are three-dimensional instead of ink drawings. Fall is when it's cooled off enough so that the sky can be a truly obscene blue again, and winter is the first snow that sticks, otherwise it's just cold, dammit.
The nice thing about these definitions is that they are not tied to any calendar and thus reflect the actual season it is outside. I have trouble believing that in Florida they ever really have anything resembling winter on a yearly basis.
On a completely unrelated topic: I am going to keep up the trend here of updating daily. I feel that it is good for my writing skills (not to mention my sanity) to write every day, even if all I produce is some self-involved crap that goes up on the internet. Often writing here catalyzes something else for me, so it's a good exercise. Goal for the week: work on ending stories/poems/entries, not just stopping when I get bored.
On another completely unrelated topic: I have a physics test in an hour for which I have only perfunctorily studied. It is the truth that I have at times written poetry on exams which I could not complete in the manner required. Responses have been mixed. (Though the piece I wrote on my P3 final was the easiest piece of poetry I've ever written, and I think the professor still has it up on his personal website)
School is silly, and I will be ever so thankful when the GRE is over this Saturday. Perhaps then I will be able to stop rushing around in a mad dash to do everything I've been putting off because I am too damn apathetic.
5 comments:
in the summer of '04 i made myself write every single day for a minimum of one hour. most times it turned into three and nites when i didnt drink it could turn out to be five. a novel i was writing was getting done pretty fast. but then i fell in love with some girl and dropped that habit, boy.
but good for you. blogging is good for your soul, ive decided
L,
Santa
We all have our own definitions for nearly everything, and yet a common understanding still. It is our soul and individuality that lends us the former, and our culture the latter, methinks (discounting the obvious fact that particular facets of our culture experienced to various degrees is what's largely responsible for making us who we are).
I'm actually a bit torn on Santa's comment. I'd think it more the act of writing and introspection that's good for the soul, as opposed to the specific act of blogging. Especially given your propensity to be highly reserved on certain topics...If you're unwilling to air them to the world then will they never be graced by your pen and thoughts? As noted numerous times before, there is majesty in a paper journal, perhaps you should look to that as well?
By no means construe the above as an assault on your blogging--I rather enjoy it actually, and have a tendency to check compulsively =). Furthermore, it is the initial point that is of import: we are all individuals with our own viewpoints. It is the collusion of those opinions that forms our culture. Thus the circle is completed: our culture forms us, and we form it. That's only possible via interaction of which blogging is a rather popular (and possibly effective) means of doing so. And so I say to you: Bravo.
Short version: Keep blogging, it's awesome; dont forget about your paper journal though.
See what you get when you tell me to comment? :-P
~Glicoes
was mr. glicoess comment even in english?
i stand by my comment that blogging is good. did i mean the writing and introspection part? gee, probably not. i meant the action of logging in under a user name, punching your password in, running your hands along the keyboard until youre tired, and pressing "save and publish." but thanks for the clarification
L,
Santa
Seems like a rather obtuse means of doing so. If that's all you want out of it, why not just login to your machine, open up notepad, and then bang away like a mentally handicapped pianist. Pretty much accomplishes the same thing.
=)
~Glicoes
keep the updates coming. i've been a bad blogger lately. i haven't had much time to put thought into my posts of late.
in any case, nice blog, i'll have to check back.
i agree with you about "v" by the way.
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