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I'm doing a virtual victory lap around my computer today, because I made it through the gauntlet. I'm certainly glad that I signed up for NaBloPoMo, because I learned something about my blogging and writing habits, but I feel a little like hibernating for a couple of days. Okay, a lot like hibernating.
What did I learn about myself through nanabooboo? Well, there were some positive things, like:
* I can commit to writing something every day.
* It helped that I journal on the bus every day, because it helped me gather ideas.
* I got to read and watch a lot of other talented bloggers slog through NaBlo too.
* I can make time to blog every day, because it only takes 15 minutes or so.
* Memes are not cop-outs, they are saviors.
* It's fun to do a writing challenge with my husband.
* When I have to post something interesting every day, I do more interesting things. Sometimes.
* I only need to whine once a month.
But there were also some challenges (or opportunities for growth, as I used to tell my students), such as:
* Not everything in my life is bloggable. In fact, there are some days that I don't have anything exciting going on in my life. And that's okay.
* Really, my ideal pace is 4-5 posts a week. The extra two to three were difficult.
* When I blog too much, I'm less excited about writing poetry and articles.
* When I blog too much, I also don't read as much. Or watch as much TV. So, this is both positive and negative.
* Sometimes external pressure doesn't create brilliance. Sometimes, it just stresses me out.
I'm definitely thinking of doing this again next year. It's better than the alternative.
Click here to see my whole nanabooboo, in all its "glory." Also, visit the NaBloPoMo site and tell everyone that they're cool.
Friday, November 30, 2007
I Posted Something Today
I'm doing a virtual victory lap around my computer today, because I made it through the gauntlet. I'm certainly glad that I signed up for NaBloPoMo, because I learned something about my blogging and writing habits, but I feel a little like hibernating for a couple of days. Okay, a lot like hibernating.
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Labels: NaBloPoMo, writing habit
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Feeding Habits of Foxes
Feeding Habits of Foxes
In my poems, I leave you
scavenging in decent people's garbage cans,
pacing behind a zookeepers glass, loping
across other people's lawns. Hungry,
I never let you feed.
Why do I leave you
at the end of lines, picking
at some family's thrown out food?
Another writer
leaves you scraps outside
her door, allows you to ask
why you're not being fed.
Not me.
I know this isn't right, know
you hunt alone. You sink
into tangles of sun dried brush, disguised
in your mottled red and white pelt,
invisible to your prey. Even now,
I can't bear to write
that you kill. In flashes of white
knife teeth, you kill to feed
your sleeping family,
to feed yourself.
I think I am afraid
of my own natural red hair,
point of my teeth, my silent
stalking ways. I never know
when I will leave home
hungry, ready to inflict
necessary wounds to feed
myself. No matter
which cage I put you in
I cannot escape
our common name, our common
wild instincts, afraid
as I am of the animal inside.
This poem is a rewrite of a poem from my thesis manuscript. It's about 2/3 of the way into the book. One of the first poems is this one, which is a ghazal. In ghazals, you have to name yourself or speak to yourself. Since my maiden name is Fox, I put foxes in my ghazals. I rewrote this one several times, and my advisor asked me why the fox at the end was always hungry. When I started thinking about it, an earlier version of "Feeding Habits..." came out.
I've rewritten this poem a zillion times, because it always feels un-done. I don't know if it is still unfinished, but here's version number one zillion and one.
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Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Haiku #18 and Living with Form
Waiting for the Bus
In the absence of
snow, our bodies cave inward,
shrinking from the cold.
I've been writing these haiku very sporadically for the past eleven months, and I've noticed something about living with a form. While my goal is 100, I'm taking my time getting there, because I'm waiting for the right image. It feels like I have an invisible set of antennas that are attuned to only the ideas that will slide inside the form.
For haiku, you need to have seventeen syllables (5-7-5) and traditionally they contain a reference to the season. It's this last bit that's been challenging. I feel like certain seasons are more conducive to haiku than others. (Summer was pretty dead for me, despite all the time I spent reveling in the sunshine.) I think that the seasonal element needs (for me) to have an emotional resonance, and I just seem to find more within Spring, Fall, and Winter.
But now, as I go into my second winter of haiku-ing, I'm finding that my winter imagery is changing. I'm spending more time outside (due to my bus commute) and less time observing from the window of my car or condo. Even as I write the poems, it feels different. I'm now participating in the cold, rather than just observing it. I'm hoping that this shift in perspective comes through in the poems.
I also wonder how other poets who participate in a commitment to a traditional form react to this experience. Sometimes it feels like I'm reading the same book over and over again. In some ways, it's positive because I'm learning new inflections and resonances. But in other ways, I'm just juggling the same words (or images) around.
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Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Preventative Retail Therapy
Today was a long day at work. I knew it was going to be a long day. I had six days off for Thanksgiving (and because I work Saturday) and in the back of my mind I knew that today was going to be long. Those six days off are now a fleeting memory.
Since I knew what was coming, I did a little preventative retail therapy yesterday. I visited my local paper shop and did some buying. I got myself a Paper Palette, which is a huge combination of scrap papers and two different paper color packs, blue and red. Hands down, the Paper Palette is way better.
I sorted it all yesterday into color piles yesterday, while watching Bones Season 1 on DVD. It was so much fun to just sort it, because I couldn't tell from the package what was included and I was constantly surprised by the papers. Ooh -- orange and blue floral! Wow -- black with pink paisley! Purple and lavender zebra stripes, cool!
While there are lots of colors represented, my favorites are these deep wine-y magenta fuzzy floral patterns, that are paired with gold metallic relief. It's fuzzy and pretty. So while I was running around my school like a chicken with my head cut off, I was secretly dreaming of purple paper.
Now if only I wasn't too tired to play with it. *Sigh*
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Labels: 9 to 5 life, art and writing, collage, Inspiration, NaBloPoMo
Monday, November 26, 2007
What I Was Thinking at 6:00 on Thanksgiving Day, Making Stuffing
Sweet, Vidalia and Pearl
Cutting in to you, I know
I've tried too much to be like you:
transparent layers ever surrounding
a center with nothing
but a small knot. I never knew
when to stop peeling, when your paper
skin yields to yellow flesh, when
you become edible. Instead, I peel
away too much of you, waste
what could be saved
and dice the rest
into irregularly shaped squares.
My hands smell like fear
and exertion, a stink I will carry with me.
An all day reminder
of our defense mechanisms.
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Labels: NaBloPoMo, read write poem
Sunday, November 25, 2007
My Husband Called Me a Genius This Morning
...based on this highly scientific test. I took it a while ago, when ...deb and Whirling Dervish posted it on their site. It told me I was undergrad level, so I got so much smarter. I decided to grab it now, before I get dumberer again.
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Labels: Miscellaneous, NaBloPoMo
Weekly Word Count, November 19-November 25
No writing for me this week. I ate lots of turkey and rented lots of movies instead.
That's called refilling the well and it's delicious.
I remain at 29,602 for the year.
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Labels: New Year's Goals, Weekly Word Count
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Family Artifacts
The nice thing about my mom visiting me is that she always bring interesting presents. This year, it was tangerines and avocados from her garden, a necklace from Tahiti, and something from my grandmother's belongings.
My grandmother passed away when I was 20 (about) and my mom now lives in her old house. Every so often, my mom has to downsize my grandma's stuff, so sometimes she brings them for me. (I've already laid claim to the steamer trunks filled with her letters, which I plan on adopting when I'm ready to organize them and do something with them.) This year, she brought a scrapbook that my grandmother assembled when she was in nursing school, around 1931.
As I've mentioned before, my grandmother was an amateur poet. This scrapbook contains some poems, notes from her studies, and articles she found intriguing. One of those articles in entitled "Is Kissing Wrong?" and another is a polemic against a woman president.
It's really interesting to see what my grandmother thought about when she was in her early twenties. It's also amazing that her handwriting hadn't changed. As soon as I opened it, I saw the same handwriting that graced letters and cards throughout my childhood, but written in a surer, stronger hand. I didn't know my grandmother as well as I would have liked, but artifacts like these help me feel a little more connected to her.
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Friday, November 23, 2007
Life Pastiche
While this post contains very few details about the new Bob Dylan movie I'm Not There, it does talk about the themes of the movie. If you are spoiler-phobic, skip this post.
My mother and I went to see the new Bob Dylan artsy bio pic, I'm Not There. While a bit long, this Todd Haynes directed film stars 6 different actors as Bob Dylan during different stages of his life. The plot is loosely based on the events of Dylan's life, a kind of fictional amalgamation of reality, speculation, and fantasies. Since many reviews have already detailed the creativity in the casting, I won't go over it, except to say that they all rocked in their own unique ways.
The interesting thing about this movie is what it has to say about artists. Dylan was lauded as the troubadour of his generation and this was in many ways, quite unfair to him as a person. The movie's main focus is how ultimately stultifying his reputation could be, especially when he wanted to evolve as an artist or a human being. I can only imagine how difficult it must be to search for yourself, when everyone wants to define who you are and what your life is about. Plus, the only outlet for expression you have is your art, which everyone analyzes, so that they can pigeonhole you more. Having six different actors play Dylan wasn't stunt casting, so much as it was a way to address how he inhabited different incarnations and identities throughout his life.
This movie isn't perfect, mostly because its long and has like 5 different ending points, it's really interesting and well-done. If you're interested in post-modernism, collage, or Bob Dylan, you should see this movie! Especially now that I've ruined it for you.
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Labels: Inspiration, musicians, NaBloPoMo
More Publication Fun!
The new issue of Poetic Monthly is out, with an article about poetic manifestos by me! The link is a PDF, and I am on page 13. There are also other great articles in here, including one abut Seamus Heaney and another about the struggles of women writers. Enjoy!
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Labels: Publication
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Thankful for Inspiration
Today, I'm thankful that I get to see art and learn more about the artist's inspirations.
Yesterday, my mom and I went to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts to see the Georgia O'Keefe exhibit, Circling Around Abstraction. While I know O'Keefe's work only marginally, I have always associated her with her quasi-representational flower portraits and desert landscapes. But what I learned yesterday is that she was committed to abstract art throughout her career.
Several things struck me as I took notes in my journal. First, it was interesting to me that she moved from more representational work, like these fruit portraits here, to ever more abstract images, like these paintings from the end of her career. If I happened on to any of these pictures at another museum, I don't know if I would have recognized them as O'Keefe. It seemed that she found a happy medium between the overly representational and the overly abstract in her landscapes and flowers.
Second, I never really understood abstract art. I took no art classes in college and so I always feel stymied when looking at an abstract piece. But the exhibit provides an excellent O'Keefe quote that explains her aesthetic:
"Nothing is less real than realism. Details are confusing. It is only by selection, elimination, and emphasis that we get to the real meaning of things."
At first, I rebelled against her statement, because in my writing, I focus on details in my poetry. But I don't include all details -- I emphasize and eliminate in order to distort and/or represent meaning.
Lastly, I was intrigued by her pelvis images, where the bones are used as a frame in which to view the sky. Somewhere on the explanatory passages, they used the phrase "bone as lens." As in, O'Keefe used the bone as a lens through which to see the world. That has resonated and stayed with me, ever since I saw it. It's an interesting movement from interior back out to exterior, and I wonder how that aesthetic informed her work. I also thought it was an interesting mini-trigger for a poem.
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Labels: art and writing, Inspiration, NaBloPoMo, women artists
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Milkweed Names New CEO...Finally!
According to this article in yesterday's Publisher's Weekly, Minneapolis publshing house Milkweed Editions named Daniel Slager as publisher and Chief Executive Officer.
Milkweed is a respected independent/non-profit publishing company that produces literary fiction, nonfiction, poetry, children's books, as well as books about the environment. They are perhaps best well-known and admired for founding publishing Emilie Buchwald's reputation as a pioneer in non-profit publishing and champion of the little presses. Buchwald stepped down in 2003 and it has taken quite a while for the company to replace her.
Luckily, Daniel Slager has spent much of his career at Milkweed as an editor, so there should be a smooth transition. It will be interesting to see how he distinguishes himself as publisher, especially considering the reputation of his predecessor.
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Labels: business and writing, NaBloPoMo, Publication
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Gimme Some!
I haven't been paying much attention to the Writers Guild strike, partly because I can't imagine a world where poets would strike and Entertainment Weekly would write cover stories on it. Also, I just am a little wary when people who are paid well and have dream jobs ask for more. (Although producers feigning poverty is pretty laughable too.) I am simply dreading the moment when the episodes run out and I am forced to watch drivel or perhaps write more.
However, this opinion piece put the issue into perspective for me. The author of this NY Times article works in the internet content industry and asks some good questions. Most importantly, is it feasible to charge for content on the internet? Or is it soley going to be an advertisement driven medium?
I think its interesting that the WGA is striking on this issue, since they develop content for one medium (film/television) and it ends up on another (DVD and internet.) Does that change the nature of the value for the viewer? We already get it for "free" on TV, and by free we mean we have to watch ridiculous commercials and pay for cable if we want clear reception. But, we don't pay the writers of Lost directly for their work. Would it be natural to pay for it online? We already pay for it directly on DVD, thereby endangering future syndication revenue for writers. I also wonder what this means for user produced content like blogs, since those tend to be a low paying enterprise, unless you write about rehabbing celebrities.
It's an interesting issue and this article is the first time I've seen it articulated in a way that makes it understandable for unpaid writers like me.
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Labels: business and writing, NaBloPoMo, Publication, Technology and Writing
Monday, November 19, 2007
How Are Sentences American?
Here's my first post for read. write. poem. They encouraged us to write American Sentences, a form pioneered by Allen Ginsberg. The form is similar to the haiku, because it has 17 syllables, but it doesn't use line breaks and you don't have to reference the season. Here are my attempts at the form, which I intended to arrange into a poem, but I ran out of time.
I love counting syllables, because everything can be segmented.
Slept in, missed sunrise today, and found myself staring at blue-gray skies.
I don't want to think of all that I swallowed, moving through my body.
Unfocusing and focusing my eyes, I make the world a green blur.
My body wrenches, remembers terrors my careful mind long swallowed.
Bus windows make us flimsy phantom reflections the night passes through.
Everything should be as easy to erase as cheap pink nail polish.
Stale pipe smoke blows me back to grandpa's closed bedroom door, soot on my hands.
In sleep, I dream better homes, with more secret rooms, than I have when awake.
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Labels: NaBloPoMo, read write poem
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Nonsensical Word Soup
A while ago, my brother turned me on to a sight called blather. It's a weird site, but extremely fun to play around with. If you liked Choose Your Own Adventure books or MadLibs pads when you were a kid, then this may be the sight for you. Imagine that the Choose Your Own adventure books were collaboratively written by Mallarme and a stoned high school student and then you could be close.
The premise is pretty simple. The site leads you to a randomly generated word and that word has a collaborative poem written on it. It could be 5 lines it could be 55 lines, you'll never know. Almost every word in the poem is linked to a page with that name, where another collaborative poem was written. You can add a line to any poem that you like, and the program automatically links the individual words to the pages.
Overall, this is very addictive. I will say that some of the pages are very slow loading and I was disappointed to realize that "acid" had the most lines. *Sigh.*
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Labels: cutting edge poetry, NaBloPoMo, Technology and Writing
Weekly Word Count, November 12-November 18
Not a bad week overall, now that I'm sitting on a finished article. Whew!
853 for the article
100 for some minor revisions to old poems
250 for half of a completed poem for read. write. poem
For the year, I've got 29,602. Now I can go see a movie and clean the house!
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Labels: New Year's Goals, Weekly Word Count
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Meme Rogers
…deb, from Stoney Moss, kindly encouraged us nanabooboo burnouts to try out the meme she just posted. The directions are simple, describe three things that I thing good writing should be. Since it was either this, or writing about shopping for clothes at the Fall of America, I'm going with the meme.
I think most importantly, good writing should be honest. I don't necessarily mean in the details, like I was wearing a red shirt when this event happened, but in the authenticity of the emotion. In my own writing, I can tell when I'm skirting an issue, disguising my feelings on a subject, or using flashy craft to distract myself from actually saying something true. For me, it's really hard to be honest in writing because you have to open you have to become vulnerable, which feels, well, vulnerable.
Perhaps good writing should have a balance between being layered and being transparent. Maybe being transparently layered? I know this doesn't make sense, so let me try to explain it. When reading, I love that experience of realizing that the writer is cocooning you the story (fiction) or image (poetry). You feel yourself surrounded by the completeness and complexity of the writing. Yet, at the same time, it seems effortless. You think to yourself, why didn't I do that? It's clear that is the direction this story or image was always going, but you were so involved, that you didn't see it coming.
Last, I think the writing should be not boring. It doesn't necessarily have an interesting topic, but the writer should be invested enough in the topic to make it interesting. I guess what I'm stretching for here is passion. The writer should have passion for their material and should imbue the writing with that passion.
And it shouldn't suck. Wait that's four. I'll save that one for another meme.
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Friday, November 16, 2007
Minnesota Poetry
This week, I just finished reading Kirsten Dierking's second book, Northern Oracle. The book is lovely, spare, and very Minnesotan, in a good way.
The book is framed in two ways. Most importantly, she is exploring her Sami ancestry, so she uses quotes from the Sami poet Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa as epigraphs for each section. These quotes inform the reading of the entire section. The second framing device is a tacit relationship with nature.
Her four sections move from a deep relationship with nature outward to the material world and back again. The Animist and Fragile Organics, the first two sections, are rooted in natural imagery, weather, animals, plants. The third section, "Unstable," speaks to the experiences after 9/11 and how the country (and the narrator) have changed. The final section, The Path Homeward, speaks to the narrator's home life and how she integrates pain, change, tragedy and personal nature.
I like two things about this book. Often there are some poets who seem to stretch for vocabulary, to awe you with their understanding of Really Big Words. Dierking is not from that school of thought. In fact, she uses the common simple words really well, pulling on their physical resonances to craft her images. Secondly, this book feels very Minnesotan. By that, I mean there is a conflicted relationship with nature within an semi-urban environment that seems very appropriate to the subject matter. Sometimes, us Minnesotans like to write about how tough we are in relationship to weather and how lucky we are to have these extreme conditions. Dierking shows the beauty in nature and how integrated it is into our modern lives. This is so hard to do without sounding folksy or fake.
I think this book needs a second reading and after a few months, maybe when winter sets in, I'll revisit it. However, my first impression is that I love it and that it should be read. So go buy it!
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Labels: bibliophilia, famous writers, NaBloPoMo
Thursday, November 15, 2007
The Halfway Through NaBloPoMo Whine
Okay, it was inevitable, so brace yourselves.
Today marks the halfway point of what we call in our house "nanabooboo." (We can never get the letters in all the right permutations, so its become that instead.) I'm glad that I signed up for nanabooboo, because it's pushed me and challenged me and it's forced me to focus very intently on my blog. All good things.
But here come's the whine. I'm tiiiiired!!! I got home after working late, I have an article that's due tomorrow that's only written in my head due to some research issues, and I can't take a bath yet because I have to write something on my blog. Something good. Something interesting. Something literary. Blech. We get this instead.
I haven't written a lot of non-blog related stuff lately, because I'm blogging. And I even have things I want to write about, but haven't, like meeting these two people and reading this awesome book. Maybe I'll get to them. Maybe I want. Okay, I'll definitely get to the last one soon.
This feels like all the times that I've committed to writing in my journal EVERY DAY, because that's what published writers say that they do. (I secretly think they're big liars.) Committing to every day writing is hard, because sometimes dang it, I just want to watch tv and go to bed.
I'll return to non-whining posts tomorrow.
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Wednesday, November 14, 2007
The School Marm Returns...in a Meme!
Jo, from A Broad's Thoughts From Home, just tagged me in this meme: list at least four things you think a beginning poet should attend to and four mistakes you think a poet should avoid. Although its been over a month since I last taught (ah freedom!), I'll put the teacher hat on and see what I can do with it. Please excuse any hectoring on my part -- I just sat through an hour and a half long meeting, and I'm feeling loopy!
4 Things a Beginning Poet Should Attend To
1) Read other people's poetry besides your own.
I kind of already covered this in my last poet=verb installment, and in my rampant and obsessive posts about books, but I think that it is vital that all writers read. How else can you know what has come before you and what you can contribute to the dialogue of language?
This is especially true in poetry. In the past two hundred years, there have been scores of stylistic and ideological movements in poetry. By reading those people you like, and the people they liked, and so forth, you are tracing your literary heritage and finding your place in the poetry world.
2) Support small presses, small magazines, independent bookstores and other venues for struggling poets.
From a business standpoint, if you make a product, you should buy similar products to see how your product compares and to support the economy. From an ideological standpoint, it is necessary to preserve the last vestiges of free expression we have in the literary world. Any way that you look at it, you need to support the community that will support you.
3) Learn about form and poetic technique, then use them.
I think it's really important for poets to focus on language. I'm going to sound arch and conservative here, but I think that the reason people become poets is because poets use language differently than prose writers. There is a specific attention to detail, sound, rhythm, and diction that can only be achieved through technique. (I'm talking about the nerdy word stuff like line breaks, enjambment, alliteration, assonance, consonance, rhyme, meter, etc.) Poetry comes from the same root as music and so poetry should sound musical.
Also, from a meaning standpoint, when you are forced to conform to a specific form, you push your language and thought in new ways and surprising ideas erupt because of that struggle. I think free verse is certainly valuable, but your free verse can become informed by poetic techniques if you stretch yourself with forms for awhile.
4) Don't stop writing when it gets too hard.
There aren't a lot of benefits to being a poet. You're not going to make a ton of money, nor are you going to become wildly famous. Oprah has enough friends that are poets (okay onethat I know of) and David Letterman will not invite you on his show. That's a fact of a poet's life. But there are rewards to committing yourself to an artistic practice without external rewards, such as the intrinsic value of documenting your thoughts and feelings for posterity and the clarity of mind that comes with interaction with language.
4 Mistakes a Beginning Poet Should Avoid
Other than the opposite of the above? Boy, this is hard. I already sound like the mean English teacher, but I'll sally forth.
1) Use only abstract ideas in your poems.
When my students would show me their early attempts at poetry, it was hard for me to critique. It was hard because it was emotionally earnest and heartfelt, but it used cliched language or the author told me what he or she meant in the poem. So rather than describing sadness in a concrete, physical, and fresh way, they told me how sad they were and how their sadness was as fathomless as the ocean. (This is not a direct quote of any specific poem I've read by a student.) Now, I didn't want squelch any future interest in poetry or hurt someone after they revealed to me a deep part of their soul. So I had to gently encourage them to show me how they felt, rather than tell me. I would strongly urge a beginning poet towards using one controlling metaphor, known as a conceit, for a poem rather than using simile in a single line.
2) Try to publish too early.
I'm kind of getting back to the external reward thing, and publishing is a huge external reward, but you should workshop and refine poetry before sending it out. As a beginning poet (I think I still am by the way, I just have spent more time beginning), I've sent out poems to editors, only to have them returned with grammar corrections or to be told that it is "almost a poem, if I work on it." It was only in grad school that I really acquainted myself with revision. And I'm still not 100% comfortable with it, but I can recognize when a poem isn't done.
3)Worry that someone else has already said it.
There's been hundreds of years of poetry, in every culture and every time period. Honestly, it's been said before. But you haven't said it, and your perspective has value. Just make sure that you are expressing things the way you would say it, not the way you are expected to say it.
4) Write alone without any help, community, support system, or classes.
I've written alone and I've written with community, and I feel that community is better. While it is scary to open your work up to critique, this is how you grow as a writer. Get involved with online writing communities, free/sliding scale writing classes, or God forbid an English degree. Become acquainted with like minded people who know the ups and downs of the creative process and bitch with them. Or celebrate with them. Or learn from them. Writing is solitary enough as it stands.
Whew! I just felt like I put my hair in a bun, grabbed a ruler, and forced everyone to memorize "The Wasteland" for a final project.
Who should I tag? I think anyone who wants to can participate, leave me a link if you do. You're all tagged!
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Soon to Be Walking and Talking
It's a funny kind of blessing that my blog birthday is occurring during NaBloPoMo. One year ago today, I began my blog with this post. I started thinking about my blog back then, with this Hemingway quote in mind: "As long as you start, you are all right. The juice will come." I was feeling uninspired, unremarkable, and generally more 9 to 5 than Poet in my daily life. Rereading this post, I can see how much writing this blog has changed me and my writing practice, and for that I'm grateful.
If it weren't for this blog and the communities like Writers Island, Poetry Thursday, Fertile Ground, Totally Optional Prompts, and the new read. write. poem., I don't think I would be writing as much as I am nor feeling as secure in my writing as I do. I also wouldn't have "met" alot of really amazing writers who are trying to devote time to their own creative practice. I also think I'd probably still be at my last job, feeling miserable and unfulfilled. So writing this blog has definitely been a boon in my life.
Some random stats:
* 267 posts (not including this one, nor including the ones where I link back to places like Technorati)
* 49 labels (not including the above mentioned link back labels)
* "famous writers" and "Inspiration" most populated labels, with 39 posts each
* 3 different templates used (dark dots, rounders, and the current altered minima lefty stretch)
* approximately 89 hours spent navel gazing (assuming 20 minutes per post, without any other navel gazing occuring outside the blog)
Thanks for reading & I hope I can make it through another year! By then, the blog will be potty trained.
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Labels: anniversary, NaBloPoMo, poet=verb, writing habit
Monday, November 12, 2007
Poet is a Verb: Read
I came to writing as a reader. I know this about myself. While other little kids were doing sports and playing outside, I was reading. I loved (and love) being able to immerse myself in language, another person's perspective, and an invented narrative. Writing, for me, is an extension of reading, a mirroring of what I love.
That being said, there is some business reading I normally don't enjoy. For instance, I subscribe to Poetry magazine, because it is *the* magazine to be published in. When I went to the Minneapolis Public Library a few months ago, I looked at the archive of Poetry magazine and found that for each year, they truly published the poets that endured in literature. So, I subscribe to it, knowing I am reading the Important Poets.
When I actually get down to reading it, though, I feel like it's a chore. It's not the magazine's fault - I am always pleasantly surprised when I read the issue. I actually enjoy the poetry, most of the time. But it just feels like work -- the poems can be too intellectualized or too well crafted or just too tidy. It's not a poetry I can normally aspire to writing, nor the poetry that I find myself recalling later.
This morning, I had nothing to read while I walked on the treadmill, so I grabbed this month's issue. (I know there's a metaphor in there, for what if feels like to read the magazine.) But this issue was really well done. I found myself highlighting almost every poem that appeared, because I liked it so much. Some favorites from this issue:
All of Heather McHugh's poetry, but these two are good.
The translations of Elfriede Jelinek's poetry are fabulous, although the translator's note is a little high-falutin'.
Peter Campion's "Just Now" and Robin Robertson's "Cat, Failing," are both pretty astonishing as well.
I guess the moral of the story (if I need to have one right now) is that I need to return to reading, even the good-for-me, broccoli-type reading, because it all feeds the writing.
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Labels: bibiliophilia, NaBloPoMo, poet=verb
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Work Friends
Last night, my husband and I went to the MN Rollergirls bout, which is our favorite winter date. Our teams, the Rockits and the Atomic Bombshells unfortunately lost to the Duke City Derby's Muñecas Muertas and the Denver Roller Dolls' Mile High Club respectively. But it was still fun.
While we were waiting in line before the game, we bumped into an old friend of mine from my Pier 1 Days. I probably had not seen him in 6 months at least and we had seen each other maybe two or three times since I quit the job two years ago. However, as we talked, it wasn't awkward or weird -- it was just fun. It was as if we had just gotten off of a night shift and were hanging out afterwards. It made me realize that I missed his friendship, but at the same time when we parted ways, I didn't ask for contact info.
I think that's the nature of some work friendships. I've had a lot of really close, good work friendships that have gone by the wayside since I've left the job. For instance, there's the guy who made me dance on a box at a gay night club because I lost a bet or the other guy who predicted that I would marry my husband, when I only had been dating him for a year, or the girl who lent me all the episodes of Carnivale on video, so that we could talk about it during our shared shifts. I could go on.
With work friendships most of the contact revolves around the job -- hating it, loving it, trying to escape from it, or just talking about it. Certainly, when I saw my friend last night we spent a lot of time catching up with each other about the job. It makes me a little sad to think about it, but work is the common denominator, and once you've left that specific workplace, you've lost your tie to that person. It makes me feel a little cold to look at it this way, but it seems to be true from my experience. When work friendships extend outside of the job, which I've also had happen, it normally means that you have something else in common.
As my friend and I were talking, I realized how much my life has changed since I left that job. It seems like each job I've had contributes a little piece to my personality and my personality shifts slightly when I move on to a new job. Maybe that's why it's hard to maintain work friendships after the work isn't around. You have to change and develop new qualities, and the old qualities that make the friendship work need to atrophy.
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Labels: 9 to 5 life, NaBloPoMo
Weekly Word Count, November 5-November 11
Not as stellar as a week. Only 100 for the haiku. But I'm hanging in there with NaBloPoMo, so I'm happy.
29252 for the year.
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Labels: New Year's Goals, Weekly Word Count
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Shameless Self-Promotion & Other Random Bits
I had a nice surprise earlier this week when the editor from Dark Party Review emailed me. He asked to republish my poem, "Walking to Work, 5:42 AM," which I wrote for Totally Optional Prompts two weeks ago. You can check out the poem here. This was an especially nice surprise because the editor was kind enough to give me advice about starting an online journal and I got to discover a cool journal to add to my Google Reader.
Also, my editor for Uptown Neighborhood News let me know that my November article on the Minnesota Book Awards will be republished on TC Daily Planet, an aggregator of community newspapers in the Twin Cities metro. It'll be up in the next couple of days. Two good publication news in one week! I scored!
In non me-related news, Fertile Ground is hosting an interesting monthly prompt for November. They picked an anthology that the members will submit to, after completing some online workshopping of the potential submissions. I think this is brilliant! Pursuing publication can be so inherently competitive that it's really daring to create a collaborative community around publication opportunities. I'll definitely be participating in this challenge...
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Labels: NaBloPoMo, Publication
Friday, November 9, 2007
December Poetry Book Club Selection!
The poll is closed, the votes are in, and we have a winner!
By a landslide victory, Tao Lin's you are a little happier than i am will be December's Poetry Book Club book. I will be hosting the PBC discussion post on December 31, so we can ring in the New Year with a little poetry discussion.
I'm really excited to feature this book, in part because the author is also a blogger. Since the author is a blogger, I wanted to try a little experiment. Would you all be interested in inviting the author to our discussion? I think it might be a great way to gain insight into how a book is crafted and the author's intentions. Of course, I cannot guarantee he will say yes. Just because he blogs doesn't mean that he would have the time or energy to participate. But, I figure it's worth a shot. What do you folks think?
Either way, get ready for an interesting book club discussion!
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Labels: NaBloPoMo, poetry book club
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Haiku #17 -- Among Strangers
Among Strangers
With bundled bodies,
frozen smiles, we are always
preparing for cold.
* * *
As I take public transportation every day now, I've become a bit of a student on human behavior. At least, human behavior when humans are forced to share a limited amount of space, while waking up in the morning. Lately, it's been so cold in the mornings that the 3-4 of us at the bus stop have to move around to keep our toes and fingers warm. We may chat, in monosyllabic phrases about the weather, but we still have to keep that weird polite distance that we call Minnesota nice. The above haiku is inspired by this awkward morning ritual.
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Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Still Life
Today was an unexpected day off. At the beginning of the week, I thought I was gearing up for a 6 day work week, with short days on all 6 days. But my boss gently encouraged me to take a day off, and work longer days, so that I didn't have to work 6 days in a row. This was a lovely surprise and I feel like I'm stealing free time today.
I've been both productive and relaxed, which is a blessing for me. I've cleaned the house, watched DVDs, taken an inspiration walk, posted fliers and bookmarks for Asphalt Sky, and obviously, taken pictures. I feel pretty lucky to have this time off, to recenter and be creative.
On my flickr site, I'll post the bigger versions of some of these pics, but until then, enjoy my still life collage.
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Labels: Inspiration, NaBloPoMo, Photography
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Wasting Time #4 -- Guilty Pleasures
Warning! This has nothing to do with poetry writing or anything deep. I'm trying to be okay with that. But, if I can't handle frivolity on Day 6 of NaBloPoMo, this is going to be a long month.
As I sit on my couch, watching the end of Beauty and the Geek while waiting for Reaper to start, I realize that I have a lot of guilty pleasures. There are a lot of things I consume, pop culture mostly, which make me feel slightly greasy later. They have no intellectual value whatsoever, but they are fun. They are the intellectual equivalent of marshmallow fluff. And yet, I always come back for more.
So here's my Top Five Guilty Pleasures... although I reserve the right to alter this list when I find something better.
1)Nerdy TV
This year has been declared the Year of the Beta Male by many news outlets, what with the introduction of all the new movies and TV shows dedicated to geeky guys and their interests. But what about us geeky girls? We like junk like Heroestoo! Most of the TV Shows in my DVD collection represent the canon of Dorky TV. I could teach the master's class -- Simpsons, Powerpuff Girls, Buffy, Lost, and X-Files. In fact, I did use Simpsons clips while teaching literature and Buffy clips when teaching Speech. Those were the days...
2) Perez Hilton
I am embarrassed to admit this, but I really like Perez Hilton's site. I know I'm going to Hell, in the circle that's reserved for people who park in handicap spots or who read gossip magazines. However, he's really funny! I know that's not an excuse, but honestly, when I have a bad day at work, I can relax to pictures of Britney "Unfitney" Spears wobbling out of a club with a doodled booger hanging out of her nose.
3) Seeing Movies in the Theater
My husband and I see one movie every weekend. Then, we rent movies on DVD… you know, for the ones we missed. Even though I love movies in all forms, I prefer theater movies. Despite ludicrous ticket prices, obnoxious fellow patrons, and my ridiculously small bladder, I love the experience. Nothing can match sitting in the dark, eating Milk Duds or Whoppers, and getting swallowed by a movie. Some of the embarrassing movies I've seen in the theater: Transporter, Billy Madison, The One, Serendipity, Pay It Forward, and most recently the appalling Shoot 'Em Up. (Why Clive, why?) Seriously, I'll watch almost anything in the movie theater.
4) Smelly Candles
While in graduate school, I worked at my local Pier 1. I originally got the job based on my familiarity and enthusiasm for their candles. Once I got the job, I loaded up on clearance candles every chance that I got. You know that sickly smell when you enter a Pier 1, where every candle smell mingles into one floral-earthy-vanilla haze? I achieved that in our apartment. After that, my husband kindly asked me to downsize and I've slowly pared down my collection. Besides, they don't make Carmel Butter anymore, which is my all time favorite.
5) Used Bookstores
So this one may have some intellectual value. But not much. When my husband and I lived in Illinois, our favorite weekend involved either going to a flea market or taking a tour of our favorite used bookstores. Now that we live in Minnesota, we still search out the vintage and used stores, but mostly to get specific books, not to browse. There's something that's pretty magical about finding out of print books or books I've forgotten I've wanted while wandering the aisles. I even like the musty-dusty smell of used bookstores. Whenever I make a pile of books to take to one of our local stores, I always feel a little melancholy for them. But, I quickly forget about them when I find new ones to take home.
There are my guilty pleasures…out there for the world to see. But I shouldn't have to do this alone. So, what are your guilty pleasures?
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Labels: NaBloPoMo, wasting time
Monday, November 5, 2007
Poet is a Verb: Focus
This is not a Poet is a Verb entry about something I did today; it is about something I need to do. I need to be able to focus on one task at a time.
I won't tell the embarrassing story about the things I forgot to do at home this morning, because I was too busy doing them all at once. But I will say, that as I sat on the bus realizing all the things that I forgot to do and worrying about the things I probably forgot to do that I forgot about, I was thinking also about this week's Writers Island prompt: Unforgettable. I don't know if I can write about that prompt this week with a straight face.
The irony is that the art I like to do, poetry and photography and my renewed obsession with collage, requires focus. Most poets describe poetry as the act of focusing on details and relaying them with accuracy. At least, that's the beginning of poetry. Photography literally requires focus, for the selection and the clarity of the image. While I don't espouse to be a collage expert by any means, my experience on Sunday allowed me to achieve an almost Zen-like meditative focus as I combed through the heaps of materials to find my images. I love that experience when I am writing when I achieve that kind of focus that is both utterly calm and utterly specifically intense. It is then that I know that I am creating something. In fact, it is through these artistic activities that I become what I want to become: someone who recognizes and reacts to the little details.
At work, of course, I can focus on activities. I am the detail-queen. I can recall data and keep my desk and schedule well-organized. But at home, in my everyday life, this focus falls apart. It's like I can achieve focus in little bursts, when I have to, but when I relax, my brain goes wobbly and I forget where my keys are or how to put on clothes correctly. These are not the things I forgot today, unfortunately...I think.
I don't know if this is something that I can change about myself. If it is, I can only try to do better. If it isn't, then I think I'll need to create a checklist for myself before I leave for work in the morning.
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Sunday, November 4, 2007
Today, I was lucky to participate in a collage workshop at my alma mater. The event was sponsored by West Egg Literati, a student organization that produces an awesome journal and it was lead by my former advisor, Deborah Keenan. While Deborah considers herself a poet first, she is also a pretty accomplished collage artist and each year she runs this workshop.
It was great because it was a no pressure, creative event, like most workshops run by Deborah. All we had to bring was 30 words of writing, 3 backings, and scissors and a glue stick.She gave us a little intro where she discussed her approach to collaging, what works for her. Her approach is interesting because she collects mountains of collage material throughout the year and then when she goes on vacation, she works on her collages. She works with both words and imagery and tries to integrate both into the finished product, although they don't always end up combined into one piece.
After reading some poems, she sent us off into our corners. Once we got to work, we got to pick through her scrap reserves, which had a great combination of modern and older stuff. I found myself drawn to mostly black and white images, and religious iconography (for some reason), and I spent most of my time on the first one. It was very much a fluid, instinctive experience, although I don't know how I feel about the finished product...or what it says. When she gave us the fifteen minute bell, I realized I hadn't used much of my haiku that I brought, so I put together the more spartan second piece. I like it because it has more texture, although again, I don't know if it's done.
Finished or not finished, quality or crap, I enjoyed the process of cutting and trimming and gluing together these pieces, and I think that I want to spend more time collaging.
So, my question for you collagers out there, especially those with limited work spaces: how do you organize your scraps? I normally go through my magazines on the day that I collage, but I find that it creates kind of homogeneous pieces. I want to collect, but I'm limited on room. Any advice on organization would be appreciated!
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Labels: art and writing, collage, heroes, Inspiration, NaBloPoMo, Writing Organizations, Writing Relationships
Weekly Word Count, October 29-November 4
Still trucking along...I wrote 691 words for an article for Poetic Monthly and a poem based off of a Totally Optional Prompts prompt, which brings my weekly total to 1191.
29152 for the year.
And that's not even including NaBloPoMo....
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Saturday, November 3, 2007
On the Book I'm Halfway Through...
I have a bad habit of falling in love with a book while reading it and posting about it, when I'm about halfway through. Today is no different. So, if you've read this book and finished, please don't tell me the ending.
Right now, I'm reading Infidel by Ayaan Hirsi Ali, and it is pretty amazing. The book describes her childhood and adolescence in pre-war Somalia, Saudi Arabia, and Kenya. She is Somali by birth and she never seems to fit in, among her clan relatives in Somalia, her Christian neighbors in Kenya nor the strict Islamic community in Saudi Arabia. As a young woman, she struggles with her allegiance to Islam, because she tries to be a devout Muslim but cannot reconcile her faith with its treatment of women.
This book is very scary, at parts, but also very touching because she balances the difficulty of her upbringing with a sense of fierce independence. I would strongly urge you to pick up this book and read it, if you're at all interested in learning more about a woman's experience battling fundamentalism and discrimination.
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Labels: bibiliophilia, NaBloPoMo
Friday, November 2, 2007
Everyday Poetry is Poetry Every Day
I realized on the bus yesterday that there has been a shift in my writing over the past year or so. I've begun to write "everyday" poems. By everyday poems, I mean that they are inspired by my daily life and they recognize the poetic in that life. This is a huge change for me.
When I was in college and grad school, a poem had to have meaning. It had to have a political rhetoric or a deep significance to my childhood or my Identity As A Woman, or some such. Now, I believe that type of writing still has its place, but quiet frankly, I've exhausted that route. There's only so much I can write about those heavy topics. So instead, I've transitioned to writing about my domestic, work, and interior lives.
Part of this has definitely been inspired by the quantity of writing I've been doing. I've been lucky enough to be inspired by several good prompt sites, including the dearly departed Poetry Thursday, Writers Island, Totally Optional Prompts and the soon-to-be fabulous read. write. poem. With these three current sites, I have three opportunities to write poems per week. And those poems can be inspired by something as simple as what I experience every day.
In grad school, one of my teachers called these "out the window" poems. She said this while talking about Cornelius Eady's first book. There are a lot of political heavy poems about race in this book, but then there are just poems where he looks out the window and records what he sees. I didn't understand the significance of this type of writing until now. I gravitated towards heavy political poems because they were Important. It seemed almost too mundane, just to write about what happened in my real life. But that's all the fodder I have now, and I like where it's taking my poetry.
Maybe it's the Donald Revell talking, but I think that poetry may be about the act of noticing, rather than the idea I'm trying to convey.
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Labels: Inspiration, NaBloPoMo, writing habit, Writing Organizations
Voting is up for Poetry Book Club in November!
I've cleared much of the Poetry Book Club Selection plate, due to low votes and just to shake things up. But I've retained Merwin's Migrations, all because of last month's cage match. Here are this month's options:
Migrations by W.S. Merwin
Northern Oracle by Kirsten Dierking
you are a little happier than i am by Tao Lin
The Glass Age by Cole Swenson
A Thief of Strings by Donald Revell
Voting will close in a week, to give people enough time to buy/rent the selected book. Remember, if you have any PBC suggestions, leave me a comment or an email. This month's discussion on The Pajamaist is also still up, so check it out!
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Thursday, November 1, 2007
Back When It Was 6 to 2, Not 9 to 5
The theme for this week's Totally Optional Prompts was work. When I was in graduate school, I worked 20-40 hours a week at a local Pier 1 Imports, until it closed and I got my teaching job.
One of my favorite/least favorite jobs was unloading the 6:00 stock truck on Wednesdays. In the summer, it was awesome. It was warm in the morning, I got to be outside, and the stock tended to be smaller discount items. In the winter, it could be awful. There was slushy gray black snow, freezing cold, heavy boxes of furniture (better sellers in winter) and the myriad boxes of Christmas ornaments that were always broken.
This morning, on my way to breakfast, I saw a freight truck pull into the alley where my store used to be, and the dawn was breaking blue and orange across the empty street and I wrote this.
Walking to Work, 5:42 AM
Streetlights dot the sidewalk,
pierce the dark sky like stars.
Salt, gravel and ice slide
me forward, unsteadily. I know
what is coming next:
eight feet, ten feet, twenty
of packed semi, buttressed
by sheets of plywood. I will hop
left-right-left-right, blowing
warm breath into my freezing
fingers, taste rubber work gloves
on my lips. I will not talk
too early, will not wear a back brace
over shirt, under coat, will not
breathe black exhaust fumes, will not
ask for help hoisting the oak armoire
on the lone two wheeler, while
guiding it safely inside. The only
conversation will be two unfunny
morning DJs cackling on the radio
and my internal counting of cardboard
boxes, minutes on my time sheet,
minutes until the sky burns blue
and I crawl tired, home.
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Do we have a voice that's not lost in politics? A scream for help that doesn't get lost in the noise of plausible deniability? If the bigger picture can't help us then what can? I'm now well into my 30's with friends ranging from late 20's to early 40's… and we're suffering, big time. Why? What is happening to my generation, why is everyone so damn miserable and unsatisfied?
Over stimulation, I believe, may very well be the cause of all this stress. At work, we're constantly plugged in via our emails, which for some come in as a constant stream with the expectation that you must respond immediately. When we get home we're tied to our phones which plug us into what everyone we know is doing (among many other things; games, email and so forth) and how amazingly un-flawed their lives look. The wonderful vacations and the perfect selfie. This constant stimulation can and in my opinion is definitely causing some of our stress, but is it the only cause? Other then the fact that we're being constantly stimulated by our electronic devices, what else is happening? Time, it's taking away our time.
Time to talk about how we're feeling, time to talk to our children about how they're doing, time to make decisions about our lives and whether or not something needs to change. Time to be present with our lives, to be present with ourselves. This lack of time to be introspective within our lives and ourselves has us going mad with stress and the unrelenting feeling of dissatisfaction. Our over stimulated lives have effectively become a sort of repression to our emotions, we're now no longer a generation repressing emotions from childhood trauma, but rather from the trance of modern technology. What's worse is our culture feeds into the technology trance by it's standards of behavior and expectations there in… What do I mean by that?
Email used to mean that you could send someone an email and when they got around to it they would respond, be it 1 hour or 1 day, that was pretty standard, which basically meant you could check your email once a day. These days people tend to use email as a chat room, if you're not responding right away, then you're a slacker, not a team player, damned by this crazy cultural expectation. So people have become tethered to their emails… You could be working on a complicated task that will probably take you 2 hours to complete, but an email pops up, you respond, you start back up on the task where you left off, when the person you responded to emails question, and off you go down the ping pong working style that's created as a result of this crazy email expectation. This is not to exclude the unscheduled visits by coworkers to your office or work-space, the unproductive and distracting office meetings and so forth. We're wrought with distraction… The fact is that when you work in this "ping pong" style, details will be forgotten and consequently quality will suffer.
We have to start understanding that this way of "working" isn't just effecting our work, it's effecting our lives. This reactionary way of looking at life is very shallow. It causes people to make impulsive decisions without thinking them through. It's causing people to work behind the ball instead of in front. It causes parents to only react to the behavior of their children as it arises… This is not okay. We need structure, planning and time blocking… THIS isn't just for the type-A personality. This formal structuring is becoming a necessity among our generation. Life has only gotten more complicated as a result of the technology boom. Contrary to our belief that it would make our lives easier. When you plan your day, it raises the awareness of everything that makes up your day. It raises the awareness that when you're in the mode of reacting you're only ever touching maybe 30% of what actually makes up your life. Therefore, it's easy to conclude that if you're living in reaction there is a good 70% of your life not being tended to.
I have a bleeding heart for my generation… We're suffering, badly. Health is deteriorating, therefore our quality of life suffers and we're all going mad with stress. It's not just at work, but it's also at home. Either our kids are acting out, or our relationships are suffering. We're drowning in our lives to try and stay afloat with the standards of life. The adage of roof over head and food on the plate is hollow and void of value to our generation, it's become the only standard we can sustain. Suffering may be a part of life and politics may be good at distracting us enough to avoid the core issues, but when a core generation isn't thriving the system will self correct… Sounds familiar right? We're a political system set up to thrive as much as possible until the next unexpected event comes to correct the imbalance, we're a political system set up to react.
It's true that there are parts of life that cannot be predicted, but there are ways of designing your life to be prepared as much as you can for those moments. When you get to the end of your life, the only thing you can never get back is time. Time with your children, time with your spouse, time with yourself. So if you're caught in the rat race giving away your time to meet the diseased expectation of our currently overstimulated culture, then you're giving away the most valuable resource you have for nothing in return. Unapologetically protect this finite resource. Plan your day to hit the pivotal marks of that day and stay focused. Prepare to succeed. As easy as it is to blame society for our stress and our current state of being, with the lack of help and consideration from our government, we need to take control back. We as a generation need to realize that the power is in our own hands. If we change behavior, so too will the behavior of our work places change. We are after all a society set up to react to the behavior of it's inhabitants, THAT is where we have a voice. Change the way you move according to the way you want to live and watch the world change in order to meet that expectation.

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Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Never Forget!!
Posted by FAUX RUMORS at 8:45 AM
6 comments:
- Antzmarching said...
Faux, your respect and sense of rememberance is refreshing... GOD Bless America...
- Tuesday, 11 September, 2007
- FAUXRUMORS said...
We of course ditto those sentiments Antz!!
- Tuesday, 11 September, 2007
- Antzmarching said...
Kudos to this blog for putting significant events and situations that transcend sports above all else... Faux "gets it."
- Tuesday, 11 September, 2007
- VLAD THE IMPALER said...
Faux you may want to remind Congress about the 'Never run' part!
- Wednesday, 12 September, 2007
- Antzmarching said...
Run = Surrender!!!!!!!!! Let's bring our men and women home losers - great Leftisit strategy!!!
- Thursday, 13 September, 2007
- VLAD THE IMPALER said...
The hell with the pansy's in congress! They are traitors pure and simple! Can you imagine someone questioning the war effort with Roosevelt in the same manner? They have put him or her into prison for treason!
- Friday, 14 September, 2007
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Tuesday, June 7, 2016
The Who - Who The Fuck!! LP
I don't know a thing about this early Who release but am assuming they were just trying to catch their pure Mod stuff along with the Vespas, arrows, mirrors, but before the rock era.
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A selection of B.B.C. takes
- June 8, 2016 at 5:16 AM
- Yuki Asakawa said...
Hello, could you please give out a link to download the album Torn Together by The Hitmen? I've been looking for it everwhere... Thank you!
- June 10, 2016 at 5:30 PM
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|"The First Thanksgiving at Plymouth" by Jennie A. Brownscombe (1914)
The genesis of Thanksgiving as a celebration in the U.S. is mixed up in trying to make distinctions between religious celebrations of Thanksgiving and a public holiday celebration established by
proclamation or statute. As early as the 1500s, religious observances of thanksgiving were practiced by Spaniards in areas that eventually became part of the U.S. In Jamestown, Virginia there were religious services of thanksgiving as early as 1610 -- 11 years before the harvest feast of the Pilgrims in 1621.
In the early colonial period in America periodic festivals of "giving thanks" were celebrated by various colonies on different dates and not every year. The first national celebration of thanksgiving in America came after the Declaration of Independence when the Continental Congress declared the First Proclamation of Thanksgiving in 1777 -- while temporarily located at York, Pennsylvania because the British occupied Philadelphia. And in December 1777, George Washington declared a victory celebration of thanksgiving after the British were defeated at Saratoga, New York. Various designations of thanksgiving celebrations took place after American Independence was declared and the Revolutionary War was fought until George Washington, as President, created and declared in the City of New York the first Thanksgiving Day on October 3, 1789. Subsequent presidents also declared Thanksgivings and some state governors did likewise until President Lincoln, during
the raging of the Civil War via a Presidential Proclamation, established a national Thanksgiving Day on October 3, 1863 and set the celebration for the "last Thursday of November" in 1863.
Since 1863 "Thanksgiving" has been celebrated as a national holiday in the United States, but not with the kind of uniformity and lack of controversy that most of us would think.
All of the Presidents after Lincoln followed the Lincoln proclamation and annually declared the last Thursday of November as the Thanksgiving holiday. But then, in 1939, President Franklin Roosevelt was faced with a November having five Thursdays rather than the usual four AND he was presented with the argument (in the midst of the Depression) that making the Thanksgiving holiday the fourth Thursday rather than the last Thursday that November would give more shopping days between Thanksgiving and Christmas and thereby help the economy. He was convinced and proclaimed the next to last Thursday in November 1939 to be the national Thanksgiving holiday. Despite protests from Republicans that the change to the fourth Thursday from the "last Thursday" in November was an affront to the tradition established by Lincoln, within two years of FDR's switch to the fourth Thursday in November, the holiday was established as the fourth Thursday each November. On October 6, 1941 a joint resolution of Congress fixed the national Thanksgiving holiday as the fourth Thursday of each November beginning with November 26, 1942.
The transition of our national Thanksgiving holiday to the fourth Thursday in November from the "last Thursday" did not go smoothly, however, and for a time many people called November 30th (because the last Thursday in 1939 was November 30th) the "Republican Thanksgiving" and called November 23rd (because the fourth Thursday in 1939 was November 23rd) the "Democratic Thanksgiving" or "Franksgiving" (an apparent amalgamation of "Franklin's Thanksgiving"). The years 1940 and 1941 each had only four Thursdays in November and FDR declared the third Thursday in each of those years as Thanksgiving. Many states and localities had a tradition of celebrating Thanksgiving as the last Thursday of November and they were loath to give up that tradition. Also, the fact that football schedules were made far in advance and so the traditional Thanksgiving Day games were already set for the last Thursday, further complicated any change. Annual presidential declarations were not legally binding and so only 23 states followed Roosevelt's proclamation while 22 did not. Texas was one state that could not or would not decide between the two options and so took both days as holidays.
Finally, as I mentioned in an earlier post here on The Prism about the 50th anniversary of the assassination of President Kennedy, that horrible crime and Thanksgiving have ever since been connected in my mind because Thanksgiving in 1963 was a mere six days after the assassination. What I did not say then, is that both of those events are also forever linked in my mind with my father's birthday. My father was born on November 28th and the fourth Thursday in November 1963 was the 28th -- Thanksgiving Day six days after the assassination was also my father's birthday. And now today, 50 years later, my father's birthday is once again on Thanksgiving Day. Today our family will be giving thanks for many things and will gather together in celebration. Chief among the celebrations for us today will be the thanksgiving of having our parents with us as we celebrate my father's 91st birthday.
[Due to the celebration of Thanksgiving and my father's birthday at my sister's home in another state, The Prism will be on a brief hiatus for several days. Happy Thanksgiving to all!]
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Image of "The First Thanksgiving at Plymouth" by Jennie A. Brownscombe (1914). The image is in the public domain because its copyright has expired. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Thanksgiving-Brownscombe.jpg
Photograph of A.G. Tew, Jr. in the collection of the author.
For more information on the history of Thanksgiving in the U.S., see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thanksgiving_(United_States)
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I was looking at some poetry on line this morning, something I enjoy, especially on a cloudy Sunday morning with some nice music playing in the background. I happened upon a website for a Cape Cod poet named Barry Hellman. You can find more of his poetry by clicking Here For Barry Hellman's web site. He is located in Eastham, but also has ties with the Cultural Center right in South Yarmouth. I spend a good part of the summer in South Yarmouth, so maybe I will get a chance to go to one of his open mic evenings...just to listen.
In addition to his own poetry, he also selects some poems he likes and posts them on this site, including some poems by Jane Kenyon. I knew nothing about her until this morning. But, when I checked out her biography, I was sorry to hear that she died in 1995 at just 48 years old. Such a shame, but that's happened before on several occasions, that disappointment in discovering an artist just to find out he or she has passed away. But, we do have her poems forever. And I have chosen a couple to post here that Barry Hellman has on his site. For more of Jane Kenyon's poems click here to go to PoemHunter.com.
These are a little sad, but touching, and I think just right on a gloomy Sunday morning in March.
The Blue Bowl
Jane Kenyon
Like primitives we buried the cat
we scraped sand and gravel
back into the hole.
They fell with a hiss
and thud on his side,
on his long red fur, the white feathers
between his toes, and his
long, not to say aquiline, nose.
We stood and brushed each other off.There are sorrows keener than these.
Silent the rest of the day, we worked,
ate, stared, and slept. It stormed
all night; now it clears, and a robin
burbles from a dripping bush
like the neighbor who means well
but always says the wrong thing.
What Came to Me
by Jane Kenyon
I took the last
dusty piece of china
out of the barrel.
It was your gravy boat,
with a hard, brown
drop of gravy still
on the porcelain lip.
I grieved for you then
as I never had before.
Most of us are alone
when the man at the piano,
who is also a Minister of God,says it's alright to call out,
and some do.
A few have cups of tea on their knee,
so delicately balanced they are in danger
of spilling everything— and all the songs
are by people who have gone.
On some faces there is a light:
I know this song, and I am still alive—
and a few know the music from the first bar.
When he plays Deep Purple,
I see the awning over the entrance
to the home where my mother
spent her last days—
although she never left her room
to dream with others
gathered in the atrium,
and I can not understand why,
when he plays Good Night, Sweetheart,
I want to cry— and I am surprised,
because I have never written a sweet poem
There are many people who are tearful—and others because they do not.
some because they know the words,
some because they know the words,
Barry Hellman
Published in
" World of Water, World of Sand:
A Cape Cod Collection of Poetry, Fiction and Memoir"
Cape Cod Literary Press, 2006


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Believe me, if you haven't got the money to travel to some exotic country, you no longer have to read a book to get there. Why, you are now a click-away!
I love to visit blogs because I see them as windows to the unknown. It is another form of learning for me. When I visit these sites, my horizons are broadened and perspective sharpened.
I went through past posts and discovered that I had re-blogged back to back 4 to 5 times. Is this good? has my reason for re-blogging changed? or am I being lazy on research?
I came across a blog whose owner had re-blogged consistently for almost all the blog's existence. Is that even healthy? Well, You could say, it is their way of achieving relevance or attention. Since they even informed before re-blogging.
Why do people even re-blog? I re-blogged because I wanted to spread awareness on a particular issue, And then I re-blogged because I wanted to emphasize on the french content. And then, I re-blogged because that was my own way of saving that impressionable post.
Question?? What birthed this blog? Is this blog different? bland? or unique?? That is answer that only the writers and audience can respond to.
I hereby pledge to blog, re-blog informative, relevant and educative posts and never re-blog because I feel lazy to go original!


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Southern film actress Anushka Shetty was so moved by the emotional story of warrior queen Rudhramadevi that she agreed to be part of the eponymous Telugu project that's based on the life of the latter.
"Rudhramadevi", which is directed by Gunasekar, releases in cinemas on Friday.
"What really drew me to the project was the emotional turmoil Rudhramadevi went through as a woman. It was so intense. She still ruled with compassion, cared for her people and kingdom more than her own life," Anushka told IANS.
Set against the backdrop of Kakatiya dynasty, the film narrates the rise of the ferocious warrior queen Rudhramadevi.
With limited reference material available on Rudhramadevi and the period in which she ruled, Anushka had to faithfully follow the vision of her director in order to play her part.
"This is Gunasekar's story, so I chose to see it from his point view. I trusted his vision and blindly followed his lead. My character was developed based on research, including discussions with several historians," she said.
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"Even though there was very limited information available, what Gunasekar had gathered to write the story, was very impressive," said Anushka, who had to undergo rigorous training program in preparation for her role.
Nearly two months were spent on training.
"I had to learn sword fighting, horse riding and was also required to ride an elephant. We have a lot of scenes on an elephant in the film and through the course of the shoot; I developed a wonderful bond with an elephant called Lakshmi. It was so much fun shooting," she said.
Talking about the making of the film, which is high on visual effects (VFX), Anushka said a lot of effort has gone in to recreating the Kakatiya dynasty.
"We had to rely a lot on VFX. Gunasekar and art director Thota Tharani spent months in Warangal studying the remains of Kakatiya dynasty. Hundreds of sketches were made and that were late recreated with the help of sets and VFX," said the 33-year old actress, who has no time for marriage.
"I'm busy for the next four years. I wish someone can find me a guy. I want to settle down but not soon," she said.
Anushka will next be seen with Suriya in the third part of the "Singam" franchise.
"It always feels nice to be associated with a team you share a great bond with. When we worked for the first time, we never expected the film to be become such a popular franchise, which has now become a brand. So, reuniting with the same team feels special," she said.
She's also excited about Tamil-Telugu bilingual "Size Zero", in which she plays an obese woman.
"I'm really proud of this project. I was so excited when I heard the script; I immediately grabbed the opportunity without even realising that I was required to gain about 20 kg," she said.
In the film, she's paired with Arya, and over the last few months they've been linked together.
Anushka brushed aside the rumour with a laugh.
"It's not just Arya. I'm linked with every actor I've worked with so far. I've stopped taking such rumours seriously," she signed off.
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"Filth, filth, filth, from morning to night. I know they're poor but they could wash. Water is free and soap is cheap. Just look at that arm, nurse." (...)After the doctor's outburst, Francie stood hanging her head. She was a dirty girl. That's what the doctor meant. He was talking more quietly now, asking the nurse how that kind of people could survive; that it would be a better world if they were all sterilized and couldn't breed anymore. Did that mean he wanted her to die? Would he do something to make her die because her hands and arms were dirty from the mud pies? (...)When the needle jabbed, Francie never felt it. The waves of hurt started by the doctor's words were racking her body and drove out all other feeling. While the nurse was expertly tying a strip of gauze around her arm and the doctor was putting his instrument in the sterilizer and taking out a fresh needle, Francie spoke up."My brother is next, His arm is just as dirty as mine so don't be surprised, And you don't have to tell him. You told me." They stared at this bit of humanity who had become strangely articulate. Francie's voice went ragged with a sob. "You don't have to tell him. Besides it won't do any good. He's a boy and he don't care if he is dirty." She turned, stumbled a little and walked out of the room. As the door closed, she heard the doctor's surprised voice."I had no idea she's understand what I was saying."
'drop-and-run,' in which food, clothing, or other resources are basically 'left out' for the homeless like so many feral cats. These initiatives are short term and involve little, if any, humanizing contact - as if the homeless had a contagious disease.
Blue collar workers can't hold leadership positions in the Mormon Church, because they are too poorly educated. Plus, they are too busy working to volunteer.
I always notice at the WIC [Women, Infants, and Children] office that I am the only one with a wedding band. Darn welfare moms having more babies so they can leach off the system!
People are only poor because they aren't keeping the commandments. All of my mission presidents were wealthy because they paid a full tithing, and God knew he could trust them with more money.
Welfare moms are just leaching off the system. [When questioned about why, then, it was ok that he and his family were on welfare?] Well, I don't mean people like me - I'm getting an education. I'll have to pay back into the system someday. These people never pay back what they take.


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Keith Richards didn't know about tour dates
- Bang Showbiz
- 18 October 2012
Keith Richards claims he only knew about the Rolling Stones' tour dates a week ago - but he is still amazed they stayed secret
Keith Richards claims he only knew about the Rolling Stones' tour dates a week ago.
The 'Satisfaction' rockers announced earlier this week they will play two gigs in London and two in New Jersey to mark their 50th anniversary and the guitarist is "amazed" they managed to keep the details under wraps until the official confirmation.
He said: "I'm amazed that we sort of handled it so well.
"Mind you it's been a bit of a secret from me until about a week ago as to exactly what was happening. So it's all been done a bit on the fly, but it sort of worked out I think."
Keith admitted he was "amazed" at how easily the group - which also includes Sir Mick Jagger, Charlie Watts and Ronnie Wood - have found rehearsals and says the mood within the band is "great".
Asked how easy it had been to adjust to life back in the band, he told Absolute Radio: "It's amazingly fast. I was surprised how little rust was on the machinery, you know. We went straight into oiling.
"But yeah, I think everybody was itching to go get on the road again or, you know, to get on stage and to play together. It's a great feeling."


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I just adore this man.
Especially when his wit is at large.
Schrödinger's Tax
David Cay Johnston tells us that the usual suspects on the right are arguing that it's OK to cut corporate tax rates, because they really fall on wages, not on profits.
But wait — weren't we being told just a few weeks ago that Mitt Romney doesn't really pay only 14 percent taxes, because you should include the corporate taxes paid by the companies whose stock he owns?
So, here's the situation as I understand it: the profits tax is both a tax Romney pays and a tax he doesn't pay, depending on what question you're asking (with the answer always being the one that favors the 0.01%).
Also, his cat is both alive and dead (as opposed to his dog, which is in car-roof torment); and it's a floor wax and a dessert topping.
All clear.
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They're Baaack!
The one percent, that is. Emmanuel Saez has updated his distributional estimates (pdf), and as expected the top 1% share, which fell in the crisis, has resumed its upward march.
How many people wrote stories about how rising inequality was a thing of the past, when anyone who had looked at the data at all knew about the cyclical issue?
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March 5, 2012
Powerline At CatoVia Brad DeLong, I see that the Kochs are trying to take over Cato, which they view as insufficiently hackish.
They must have high standards in this regard; after all, Cato is, among other things, a place that had something called the Project on Social Security Privatization, which it renamed the Project on Social Security Choice when it turned out that "privatization" polled badly — and tried to purge its records, to make it look as if they had never used the word privatization.
But what really struck me was that among the people the Kochs have tried to place on the board is John Hinderaker of Powerline. Hinderaker is best known for this:
It must be very strange to be President Bush. A man of extraordinary vision and brilliance approaching to genius, he can't get anyone to notice. He is like a great painter or musician who is ahead of his time, and who unveils one masterpiece after another to a reception that, when not bored, is hostile.But what I remember best is his sneering dismissal of any suggestion that there might be a housing bubble, or that falling home prices would do any economic damage.
So now we know what it takes to get big support from the Kochs.
March 5, 2012
Not Again With The Pivot
What Steve says is that there are a lot of indications that the economy is getting stronger, which is true (although not everything is rosy). So, he says, no more stimulus — in fact, let's have more cuts in state and locals spending to get things in line with long-run revenues. Also, stimulus would get in the way of needed structural adjustment.
First of all, we've been here before — in early 2010. Maybe this time is different, and Lucy won't snatch away the recovery football again — but why act before we're sure?
Second, even if recovery is solid this time, our economy is likely to stay depressed for quite a while. Use the Atlanta Fed Jobs Calculator; to reach an unemployment rate of 5.5% within four years — four years! — we would need 179,000 jobs a month. Are you sure we'll do that well?
Third, Steve's rhetorical question — why postpone needed fiscal adjustments? — has a very good answer: because we're in a liquidity trap, and the Fed can't offset the economic downside. This is a very bad time for austerity.
Fourth, there have been many calculations about the extent to which this really is a structural slump, the result of workers in the wrong places or industries. None of them support the view that this is more than a minor factor. Why does it play such a central role in conventional wisdom about what has to be done?
Finally, it just isn't true that structural adjustment, to the extent that we do need it, proceeds faster and more easily when the economy is depressed. Workers won't leave jobs if they aren't reasonably sure of finding others; firms won't invest even in useful new technologies unless there's adequate demand. Keeping the economy weak is a way to postpone good changes, not accelerate them.
So I find this very depressing: once again, at the first hint of good news, the usual crowd, even good guys like Pearlstein, is itching to pivot away from jobs.


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The most important meal of the day I'm sure you've heard, but is it true? Well I know that cereal is a great, healthy and easy way to enjoy your breakfast! And if you know me you know I like that easy part! I feel good feeding my kids a bowl of Cheerios in the morning! I was given several coupons for free cereal from General Mills of my choice. I tried to make the most of those and got several boxes of my kids favorite Honey Nut Cheerios! They love them and they are good for them! For those of us with more grown up tastes I got the Total Pomegranate & Blueberry Cereal (I love cereal that has some sort of fruity stuff in it) and it did not disappoint. The only downside about this one was the box wasn't bigger! My hubby likes to eat his cereal in a mixing bowl!
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Line Friend's CEO James Kim was on hand for the public launch of the first American store. Like those other outposts, the Times Square location's walls are lined with apparel and stuffed versions of the characters. Brown the bear, chief among the brand's mascots, appears most often, with a colossal 10-foot-tall incarnation greeting visitors at the front entrance. On the official opening day, two people clad in human-size Line Friends costumes met fans of the characters, which are otherwise pretty obscure here in the US.
The story of Line Friends begins with the March 2011 Tōhoku earthquake, which crippled cellular communications in Japan. To fill the gap, engineers from Naver Corp.'s subsidiary NHN Japan built their own internal chat tool. That June, they released it to the public as the Line smartphone app. Even then, Line found itself competing with WeChat, the messaging app from Chinese internet titan Tencent. To set itself apart, Line went after younger users with stickers — oversize emoji, really — including two free sets with a quartet of animal and human characters. Their cutesy appearance and comical antics endeared them to Line users. They have also sold really, really well: Stickers drew in $268 million for the company in 2016.
The stickers were the tipping point: After extensive focus group testing, Line chose characters that resonated with teenage girls, the tastemakers of Japan. The stickers were both evocative and universal, telling silly and heartfelt stories about the individual characters' daily lives. Line hit 50 million signed-up users within a year of launch. A year after that, it had grown to a total of 300 million users across Japan, South Korea, Taiwan and other Asian nations. The company renamed its main cast of mascots "Line Friends." Like Hello Kitty's troupe of cutesy oddballs, Line Friends have fleshed out their cast's backstory and personalities. The eleventh character and most recent addition, Choco, was introduced in March 2016.
Line Friends became an opportunity to spread the company brand. Japan is known for cuteness: Almost everything, including public transit systems, gets their own adorable mascot. These corporate ambassadors often find their way into themed cafes and shops. Line wanted to do something similar and give fans real-life "experiences" with the characters they'd only known on their smartphones. Line Friends experimented with its first pop-up store in Myeong-dong, South Korea, in October 2013, and then built a permanent location in the city's Lotte Young Plaza the following April. The shops grew to sell more than just stuffed animals and shirts, expanding into homewares and stationery. In short, they have things for millennials and families who like "modern design with some cuteness," according to Line Friends America CEO Sehoon Chang.
They've also started leveraging the Line Friends to sell tech. Line has bet big on the character designs to sell speakers powered by its AI assistant Clova. Specifically, Brown the bear and Sally the duck will decorate the Champ series, which should come this winter after the first, Wave, debuts in the fall. The Champs will hit the New York City store's shelves eventually, but they're likely aimed at the Asian market Google and Amazon haven't optimized their Home and Alexa products for Asian markets, giving Line an opportunity to sell its AI-powered speakers there first.
The company kept to that strategy — an experimental pop-up, potentially followed by a brick-and-mortar store — as it launched additional stores in Taiwan, Tokyo's Harajuku district, Hong Kong, Beijing and now, New York (which had pop-up test spaces of its own in 2014 and again last year).
Line has wanted to expand into the US since for five years now but competes with Facebook's trio of Messenger, WhatsApp and Instagram, which are more popular in this part of the world. But Line Friends doesn't exist solely to promote the Line app anymore — it's its own unique brand, and technically even its own organization, having broken off as a subsidiary in 2015.
Part of fleshing Line Friends out into its own entity meant expanding into other media. Line Offline: Salaryman is an animated office comedy that aired in 2013, while the cartoon Line Town followed shortly thereafter. Both share the same identifiable DNA of the stickers, walking fans through antics a little bit sillier than those in their everyday lives. But more recent animations have focused on either teaming up with big brands like Samsung or 7-11, or city-wide promotions like New Year's celebrations in Hong Kong. That's digital visibility.
The New York City store is intended to make Line Friends more visible in a different way. On the location's launch day, Line Friends CEO James Kim noted that Times Square itself gets over 300,000 tourists every day and millions of pictures are hashtagged to the location on Instagram daily. The point isn't just to have Americans wander into the store: It's to have visitors from countries where Line isn't popular discover these products and bring their adoration back with them. Or, at least, note it on social media for their followers at home. Chang estimated that the store's visitors were likely around 50 percent international tourists, 30 percent Americans visiting from out of state and 20 percent local New Yorkers.
The goal is to spin these characters as their own standalone brand, which is how Line Friends have successfully advertised their cast in East Asia. The real-life locations aren't just merchandise warehouses: They often have elaborately-designed areas patterned after the characters' backstories, replicating online lore inside stores. Line Friends' flagship three-story Itaewon, South Korea location has areas decorated to look like characters' rooms, while the cafe on the top level has several large versions of the cast seated at tables for visitors to hang out and take photos with.
It's the kind of endearing experience that even first-time visitors appreciate, of falling into a carefully-built world of broad-strokes delight filled with colorful, lively characters. The same is true of the New York City store: Plushies and apparel line the walls while large, posed statues of the Line Friends cast are carefully positioned in the store's nooks like set pieces. In one, Brown is dressed in a hoodie and sneakers to match a new theme for the character; In the secluded back area, one wall is modeled after Choco's room, with the bear sitting in front of a mirror getting ready for the day. The brand, and the craft to maintain it, feel a lot like a Disney park. That's no accident.
"Disney is a reference for us, and always a textbook for the character business. They give us a lot of inspiration," Chang told Engadget on the New York City store's opening day. Then Chang pointed across the street at the Disney store. "There are reasons Disney picked a location in Times Square."
Brand visibility, he means: a physical location to lure in passersby. But their store has more variety of products than Disney's, Chang said, citing its range of homeware. Most of these products (aside from pro-NY merchandise) can be found at other locations, but many North Americans are seeing them for the first time. Some things will have to go, Chang said: A massage stick (pictured below) probably won't appeal to shoppers in New York, while some of the notebooks aren't sized according to US market norms.
Line's flagship communication app still faces stiff competition at home. WeChat reached 938 million monthly active users in the first quarter of 2017, while Line seemingly plateaued in the same period at 171 million. Ad revenue grew, but 73 percent of the company's revenue came from the Japanese market. On the other side of the Pacific, Facebook Messenger reported passing 1.2 billion MAUs in April, while WhatsApp noted in June it had 1 billion.
The stores, then, are one way of distinguishing Line's service from its bigger competitors, especially as the company seeks new markets to reverse a slight decline in monthly active users. At the end of 2014, while one pop-up experimented in New York City, another opened in Bogota, Colombia. It wasn't clear if the South American market responded well to the Line Friends merchandise — but if the company is planning to follow up its NYC location with one farther south, it hasn't announced anything yet. Time will tell whether physical storefronts push Line Friends into the Western cultural consciousness.
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After dealing with some tight calves and maybe Runner's Knee, I was able to bang out 3.25 miles on Wednesday, which felt good. My leg felt good, except for a bone bruise (?) but I knew it was the bruise. Thursday I had an unexpected rest day but my hip was feeling tight so I tackled it with my lacrosse ball and extra stretches. I'll call it an active rest day, and Friday was my scheduled rest day. Saturday was a very strong 2.5-mile run.
To celebrate P&P's 20th anniversary, I decided to watch volume one on Friday and volume two on Saturday. No wonder I'm a hopeless romantic. I've got Mr. Darcy and I'm fine with that.
I also got Witness through Netflix and watched that Sunday night instead of football. I hadn't seen it for a really long time, but if anyone is looking for a good Harrison Ford movie, check out Witness. This weekend was all about putting my feet up (around working out) and watching movies. I slept until 8am Saturday morning and 7am Sunday morning. That is sleeping in for me, especially 8am on Saturday. Allie's such a good cat too for letting me sleep. Since she's a grazer, as long as she's got food in her dish, she's happy.
Weekly Wrap-up with Hoho Runs and MissSippiPiddlin.
Sunday: Pure Barre


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12 Feb 2013, Kuala Lumpur – In the 2012 Philippine Championships, young Filipino player Giovanni Mejia, 14 years old, FIDE rating - 1932 scored a brilliant win against GM Oliver Barbosa.
The game started as a Caro-Kann opening but things turned topsy turvy for the grandmaster when young Giovanni unleashed 18. Rdg1!, an improvement over the passive 18.Qe2 which Barbosa used against Le Quang Liem in 2011. Play the game below to see how the game turn out for white. Giovanni Mejia played with the white pieces.
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White played 32.Qd7+, black resigned as white checkmates in two.