tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9362862011-04-22T00:09:06.799-04:00The random, occasional blatherings of a mid-twenties, midwestern college student attempting to be serious.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11173672730701004582noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-936286.post-1133546273169946072005-12-02T12:57:00.000-05:002005-12-02T12:57:53.173-05:00

Look at some photos and come up with a story for each one. I may decide to write these stories, so I'm saving this exercise here:A.) I'm thinking World War II era, a man named Ted reminiscing about his life back at home in the Midwest on a farm while buried in the trenches. He's been shot and as his life seeps from him, his life flashes before his eyes. With his last breath, he tries to imagine

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More academic busywork: imitating a famous author's style.When you watch tv sitcoms or hour long drama shows with tortured, moralistic good guys...the BAD GUYS are always easy to spot. For one thing, they're ugly. They grimace into the camera. They have a five o'clock shadow, more menacing than ruggedly good-looking. Their hair is disheveled and their eyes bulge freakily from their sockets. You

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Riding the train of classes and work All the way to May Along the tracks, assignments lurk I hear their horses neigh. They're robbers out to get my loot Come what may I'll fight them with a steel-toed boot I'll save the day. Chorus: Back off Back off Back off of me The whistle blows; shrieking pitch Into the station The train's red eye, it does bewitch The entire nation Slowing to a stop, watch

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Two girls went on a Road trip to Ohio And the sun shone In a blue sky Against black asphalt As smooth as the heavens It reflected. It was a Saturday And they flew To the fun of dinner And The Music Man— Seventy six trombones Announcing their arrival Like Harold Hill. Rat a tat tat, bang boom. The chicken was divineAnd the girls made like Queens—far above the Sublunary attempts of La Comedia,

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Good night, m'lady of the softness sings Her eyes shine like seaweed in the dark With the moon casting her face into shadow But her red tongue lashes like a lark. I awaken to the dream of her sound, A sleepy tremolo of lapping waves Boiling under a heavy blushing sun Seeking sanctuary in the crescent caves. She sings soprano and I follow her voice Down the red dirt path of the moon, Into the

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(A 12-bar blues song in the lyrical style of Robert Johnson's "Love In Vain") I traversed BSU in a Rip Van Winkle daze I traversed BSU in a Rip Van Winkle daze Now the past is crystal clear and the future is a haze What's a girl to do? Essays flow from my fingertips like wine at a wedding Essays flow from my fingertips like wine at a wedding Yet the semesters wither like blue* petals, shedding

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dedicated to Dr. L_____The students file solemnly into my lair To glean what they can in the ensuing weeks Like a traveler who in the desert seeks The cool kiss of water, wholly unaware That the shady alcove of oasis there Is but an illusion. My very brain creaks With the burden of knowledge; it spills and leaks Onto their tests through my pores and my hair. Woe be to the department when I retire

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I don't know why I do it-- A sitting BuddhaOn the loose bedspread; My ears swallowed wholeby the phones on my head. My heart beat matchesBackbone band beat Pounding the apatheticTextbooks into silence. Quit staring, Lit Theory! Prance like a pony, Zollo, for the lyrical Dylan.Did Boas collect Cheyenne tales? I cross my arms against Time. So divine, this ritual dance Between due date and dragging

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(This essay was published in The Broken Plate.)Maybe this time, if I mimicked a superhero, I'd be able to fly. I could touch both sides of the hallway—the trendy, fake wood paneling of the eighties—with my hands. The hallway was also long enough to give my intended swoop enough momentum to dive upward again before hitting my head smack dab onto the table edge. Carefully, I straddled the hallway

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(This creative non-fiction essay was published in the spring 2005 BSU in-house publication "Writing Out of the Margins." Woo-e-oo.)“Why does your dad wear nail polish on his toes?” She leaned forward in her clerical chair conspiratorially, her eyes wide and waiting.I didn’t know what to say. I expected her to ask me any one of a number of typical interview-type questions: Where do you expect to

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(This will be published in the 2005 edition of The Oddysey, a Ball State Honors College publication. Woo!)I am calm and wait for the intermission music to end. I stand at the edge of the stage behind the curtains at the top of the stairwell. When the audience settles down I watch for Megan at the other stairwell; as soon as our piece is introduced, she comes on stage from the other side. I step

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(This Op-Ed piece is getting published in the Ball Street Journal, a publication started recently by fellow English major Brian Fife.)During the second presidential debate in St. Louis last year, Elizabeth Long asked Senator Kerry: “Thousands of people have already been cured or treated by the use of adult stem cells or umbilical cord stem cells. However, no one has been cured by using embryonic

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It's a website; it's a concept; it's a movement. It's http://www.sorryeverybody.com. "...sorryeverybody.com has broken the cardinal rule of Bush's bitter neocon agenda: no matter what the atrocity, no matter how grossly botched the war or how insidious the WMD lie or how debilitating the world-record deficit or how brutal the attack on the environment, if there's one thing the GOP simply does

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As if Julie didn't already know where I stood on this current election, she still occasionally sent me pro-Bush glurge. At least the propoganda is over and done with, right? Probably not. But I'll debunk this one-sided crap one last time. "FDR...led us into World War II. Germany never attacked us: Japan did. From 1941-1945, 450,000 lives were lost, an average of 112,500 per year." Yes, we were

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One of my roommates subscribes to The Week, a magazine that compiles news in bits and pieces from different news providers worldwide. In a recent issue it says Bush is calling upon his fellow religious members to support his re-election bid through a massive telephone campaign. The argument they will use is this: the November election is not just a referendum on the Iraq situation; it is a

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I think I got the opposite reaction the author of this forward intended. This is a good reason to boycott Heinz products!No, more like all the more reason to do my own research instead of letting an email forward dictate who I should vote for. It is sadly not surprising how easy it is to dupe people by skewering the facts to fit your agenda. (And regardless of the business of her late husband, it

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I always ask married acquaintances and friends what, in their opinion, is the key to a successful, happy marriage. I don't ask because I intend to write a book about it--though I used to tell people that. Rather, I ask because I want to use the real-life experiences of those who are married to create my own set of conditions (for lack of a better word) on how to make a marriage work. It's not

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"They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." -- Benjamin Franklin I saw Fahrenheit 9/11 this last weekend with Lee Ann and my dad. I was floored/manipulated/moved/sustained/pick-your-poison by this movie. I came away with more knowledge about our current global situation than I'd had beforehand (shoot, I didn't even know what

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