I get to write a reflection essay for both of my classes this quarter. I’m not feeling reflective. I’m feeling like this:
or like this
Maybe I should just watch Community and reflect later.
I get to write a reflection essay for both of my classes this quarter. I’m not feeling reflective. I’m feeling like this:
or like this
Maybe I should just watch Community and reflect later.
I’m a full time student this semester, thanks to the county board’s brilliant decision to cut services. These two survey classes, project management and enterprise tech, seem to be right up my alley. I’ll be developing a blog, writing memos and essays, and learning about business processes. I’m going to focus on tech and society, of course, and I’m going to try to spell out all of my concerns about business/consumer culture.
Cross posting is going to happen.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about what defines people. I am hesitant to say that behaviors completely define a person, yet they play a rather large part in it. I would be more than willing to say that our thoughts and attitudes define us, and then I remember some of my social psych classes and I rethink that idea.
One part attitude, one part thoughts, one part behaviors. That’s the best I could come up with. I don’t have anything particularly illuminating to add to this discussion. \
At least, not yet.
I’m a big fan of plans. I like case plans, treatment plans, plans for the weekend, plans to hang out (online, at a bar, at a show). Hell, I make plans on the way home, “First I’ll do the dishes, then I’ll get some water. I’ll play/read/write till dinner…” etc, etc.
I had planned, this month, to write up on the war, health care and a few other things. At least, that was the plan. On Monday things changed dramatically. If I could write it all up, I would, but I value confidentiality more than I value a good blog post. Confidentiality is only one part of this equation. Respect for the others involved is the other.
While I have decided to stop beating myself up over this–as this particular change was not my fault–it is going to take some time before I’m back on my game. While I plan on getting back into the swing of things by reading up on the war, health care and Woody Gutherie, it maybe some time before I completely shake this funk.
Somedays, words are pretty easy things to grab. Then there are the days where I cannot remember how to spell the word “the.” Today isn’t either one of those days. While the words aren’t easy for me to grab, I can at least spell the word that are coming to me. I figure this is something i just have to type through.
Typing through–working through–instance of difficult is what I’ve learned the most this month. NaNoWriMo isn’t about writing the best novel, its just about writing. It is more important that “aspiring writers” develop a routine than it is to generate 50k words in a month.
It’s kinda like practicing the Saxophone. I played one as a kid, you see, and I never developed a routine for practicing it. I used my asthma as an excuse. One of our band directors–a nice old man whose name I’ve forgotten–told me to “practice your finger positions when you can’t breath but its practice time.” I did it once, and i felt so stupid, I stopped. If I had shown any dedication to that instrument, I would have stuck with it. I played that instrument until the end of my freshman year. After I got my “Art Credit” I quit the band and went on to “cooler things,” like playing D&D with my buddy Bill.
I am still learning to write. I’ve given up on being ashamed of it. Now I’m just starting to appreciate the routine of writing, even when the words don’t come as quickly as they should.
Here is a graph representing the official Nano Progress thus far:

Now, before you roll your eyes, keep in mind that I have 30 more pages of hand written stuff that I am transcribing. While I am still woefully behind, I do a ton left to transcribe. What I have learned thus far is this:
1) I do get cranky if I do not write at least a few hundred words a day
2) I enjoy writing about my parents
3) I may never get published, and I am no where near as good as some of my friends, but I can write something.
Those three lessons are far more important than 50k words in 30 days.
Now if you will excuse me, I am going to drink a delicious beer from New Glarus, Wisconsin. Here is the brass kettle where my beer was brewed:

I’m at about 3000/way too many words rght now. I’m cool with being behind. I have a lot of time tomorrow to catch up and the entire last full week of November.
What is amazin about this process is I can begin to remember what my parents sounded like, before they were sick. It is comforting to know that I still remember them as healthy, middle-aged and witty people.
To be blunt: I am thousands of words behind. I will update the official site tomorrow morning, after I dedicate hours and hours of writing today.
I’m really looking forward to writing up the characters inspired by my parents. They deserve a book of their own.
When my dad had his wake, out of respect for his terribad taste in music, we played Jimmy Buffet, “Cheese Burger in Paradise.” I also made sure that “In Heaven there is No Beer” was just as loud. My mom didn’t get a song. I don’t think anyone could think of one for her.
I’m not sure if I’m going to include a wake scene in my Nano project. I don’t think I will. I am planning on tying in chemo treatments–and those are far more painful than a wake.
Personally, at my wake, I would prefer that no one sings “Danny Boy.” I would hope that there is some sort of drunk karaoke in my honor–maybe a rousing rendition of “Since U Been Gone” to guide me to oblivion or the afterlife.
For my first attemptat Nano, I’m fictionalizing my first job: working at a residential home. I’m adding cthonic monsters to the mix of staff and clients. Given that people ask me, “How can you work with those monsters! What they do is unthinkable!” I figured I should add real, “unthinkable” monsters.
The breakthrough came to me while I was walking to the Pink Line. When I asked about the theory behind the methodology at my interview all those years ago, I was told Psychodynamic–but when my interviewer explained further, the program sounded more Cognitive Behavioral. Psychodynamism falls squarely within the Cthullu mythos, and gives the treatment modality a creepy bent.
The writing will begin when I get my first cup of coffee.
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