It hit me how much people rely on Facebook, myself included. I’m on Facebook on my way to school, right after class, while I feed a bottle to my son, before I go to bed, and when I wake up, completely groggy, at 3 am. Our obsession with Facebook is well, crazy. People open up more on social networking sites than in person. Some people open up a little too much, blowing up our news feed with obnoxious posts and pictures. Hence, earning their names of annoying Facebook people, or in my broaden research, the annoying Facebook girls. In a previous post, I had accepted the challenge of becoming an annoying Facebook girl for a week….and didn’t even last that. After 4 days of googling annoying statuses to post, taking numerous pictures of myself to get the perfect one, and leaving eye-rolling comments on people’s walls, I realized how skin deep it was to become an annoying Facebook girl. Not only was I updating my status every other hour to something annoying, I found the annoyance seeping into my real life, along with being short tempered, feistier than usual, more intolerable, and had no means of holding back any words that popped into my head.
From the friends I selected to give me feedback, I had only heard from five of them. I had asked them to explain how my posting made them feel, examples being angry, annoyed, entertaining, sorrow…etc., if they felt like unfriending me, or if they even paid attention to what I posted. Several of my friends told me I wasn’t annoying enough. Good lord, it was like pulling teeth already to post such unintelligent statuses and yet I wasn’t annoying enough? So I resorted to Google. I actually typed right into Google “annoying statuses” and found quite a bit. Some sites not only had annoying statuses to post but had suggestions on what makes an annoying status such as, complaining about life and/or stupid things, being vague, lyrics, and deliberately posting about someone but not using their name…I’m guilty of stealing that last one. In all, I had posted 13 status updates within 4 days, whew. Sadly, 3 to 4 statuses a day doesn’t even measure up to what an actual annoying Facebook girl would post daily.
Two of my friends had asked me if they could join in on the banter. My answer, “You sure can!”. Both would comment on my statuses and drove me to be more annoying. They also drew more attention to my statuses, perhaps because they became more amusing or people were actually intrigued what people had to say on my persistently annoying posts. With their help, I started to feel like a real annoying girl.
As I expected, I had friends who flat out told me I was annoying, but that is what I was going for. No one said I was annoying enough to delete but hated how I was blowing up their newsfeed. Then, I had friends that told me to keep them coming. They found my postings amusing, which I can relate to that because that is how I view annoying posts, as sheer entertainment. It is enjoyable to laugh at how much people crave attention and will post anything to get a few likes and comments.
Overall, this whole experience didn’t go as I had planned. I would have loved to have more input, especially from my male friends. I only had one male that participated while one of things I was researching was if men find these annoying Facebook girls more attractive. This one male did not, thank the lucky stars. I also wish I could have been more of the stereotypical annoying Facebook girl, it would have helped out this experiment even more. There were a handful of times where I would delete a status update or a photo for fear of what Facebook world would think of me. I just wish I was a tad bit more daring.
After this project, I’ve decided to take yet again another break from my Facebook. I have wasted so many hours of my time dedicating myself to the people of Facebook for what? What have I gained from these hours spent on a social networking site? Nothing. Sure, it is a great place to keep in touch with family and post pictures of my beautiful son for all to see but it has also turned me into someone who cares far too much. I have actually gotten a knot in my stomach from viewing a picture, became envious over a simple status update, sabotaged a potential relationship from reading wall posts, discovered a friend’s death through a tag, and learned the most about people through notes.
I’m going to all Gigi on my readers and ask what happened to the days of when “you had one phone number and one answering machine and that one answering machine has one cassette tape and that one cassette tape either had a message or it didn't.” We have slacked as a society by conforming to a social network. When we want to plan a party, we make an event on Facebook. When we want to announce that we are in a new relationship, engaged, pregnant, etc. everyone finds out from their newsfeed. I’ve been guilty of posting a question on a friend’s wall rather than actually calling her and speaking to her. How is it that we are more social on Facebook than in real life? It's because we are faulted.
Hopefully I will rediscover myself after my farewell to Facebook, it seemed to work the first time. I’m going to make it my goal to reconnect with friends through a phone call rather than on Facebook chat. The possibilities are endless of what I can do with the time that isn’t spent on social networking sites and for starters, I’m going to revamp my blog and blog again…I cannot get enough of pounding words out on a keyboard. So now I bid adieu to Facebook and my wonderful Facebook friends. Now remember, just because I virtually departed Facebook doesn’t mean I’m dead.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Dance, Dance, Dance
Dance is strenuous. It uses muscles you never fathomed you had. After a demanding stretch and floor exercise, an aching pain surfaced around my inside upper thigh. Whatever I did to stretch it did not work. After class I had asked my dance instructor what could be causing such discomfort and she responded it was my hip flexors. My newly found muscles began to work in my favor, allowing me to go deeper in my splits, leap with more stature in the air, and offer strict and poised legs for pirouettes.
My body would lean and bend in ways a straw could. “Larger, longer!” My instructor abruptly yelled at me as my feet met the wooden floor then just as quickly left. Thudding was not allowed. Dancers are poised for a reason and that is not to sound like a mad cow rampaging across the floor. When a dancer’s feet made a thud that was louder than the music, she would be told to re-do her leaps across the floor as everyone watched. I hated this training and conditioning. I just wanted to dance.
I was built for dance, my body petite and my muscles lean. My own instructor had once told me I had the perfect pointe toe point. Flexibility came fairly easy to me. Everyone would rave in jealously as we stretched our splits and I’d just shyly acknowledge their comments, “I wish I was that flexible”. It’s not all genetics, little did they know I suffered and conditions for several grueling hours to become like that, not just wishful thinking. I spent almost fifteen hours a week training at a gymnastics studio. My coach was coarse but had the biggest heart for every one of us. She pushed us to our brink to only better ourselves. She would deliberating take our front legs while in a side split and hoist it up on a wedge or some of us lucky ones who were more flexible had to prop our leg on the side of the trampoline. She’d shout, ‘Arms up!” and we’d be forced to sink even further into our split.
I loved gymnastics but I didn’t have the body for it. My arms couldn’t support my weight on back hand springs, kips on the uneven bars, and let’s not speak of the vault. That’s when I went back to dance. Dance allows me to express emotions in a way that is so majestic yet powerful. Dance is strenuous but I adore every damn minute of it.
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My body would lean and bend in ways a straw could. “Larger, longer!” My instructor abruptly yelled at me as my feet met the wooden floor then just as quickly left. Thudding was not allowed. Dancers are poised for a reason and that is not to sound like a mad cow rampaging across the floor. When a dancer’s feet made a thud that was louder than the music, she would be told to re-do her leaps across the floor as everyone watched. I hated this training and conditioning. I just wanted to dance.
I was built for dance, my body petite and my muscles lean. My own instructor had once told me I had the perfect pointe toe point. Flexibility came fairly easy to me. Everyone would rave in jealously as we stretched our splits and I’d just shyly acknowledge their comments, “I wish I was that flexible”. It’s not all genetics, little did they know I suffered and conditions for several grueling hours to become like that, not just wishful thinking. I spent almost fifteen hours a week training at a gymnastics studio. My coach was coarse but had the biggest heart for every one of us. She pushed us to our brink to only better ourselves. She would deliberating take our front legs while in a side split and hoist it up on a wedge or some of us lucky ones who were more flexible had to prop our leg on the side of the trampoline. She’d shout, ‘Arms up!” and we’d be forced to sink even further into our split.
I loved gymnastics but I didn’t have the body for it. My arms couldn’t support my weight on back hand springs, kips on the uneven bars, and let’s not speak of the vault. That’s when I went back to dance. Dance allows me to express emotions in a way that is so majestic yet powerful. Dance is strenuous but I adore every damn minute of it.
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Sweet Disposition
As I ritually scour Facebook before bed, I come across things just make me question humanity. Enthralling as the virtual world has become, I don’t know whether to feel out of the loop or just more sane than the rest of my “friends”. Then, I began to panic, I am going about this wrong? Am I required to give a play-by-play of my day via statuses, post a picture of myself daily with some exceedingly unintelligent lyrics, write on every males’ wall, write inside jokes on female friend’s wall, write egoistic notes, and like everyone’s posting. Do people actually care or view it as sheer entertainment as I do? So, I have decided to accept the challenge of becoming the average, annoying Facebook girl. Just imagine the possibilities that may give way, such as land me a man, make better friends, become part of an inside joke, be invited to parties, or perhaps piss off people. As I ponder how many people would unfriend me or just roll their eyes in front of the bright computer screen, I developed a grand idea: after a week of being the annoying Facebook girl, the friends who hadn’t unfriended me yet, I would make a consultation of their feelings toward me throughout the duration. Ah, here it goes to being that person I hated. Will I be able to keep it up for a week? Probably not, eh we will see. If all else fails, I will do the opposite of those annoying Facebook fools. I will write on no one’s wall, like no one’s statues, post Lonely Island lyrics under all my pictures, write notes about World Peace, and dubious update statuses to keep people guessing what my day is like. Either way, I’ll smugly be mocking society.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Small and Creepy
I justed typed into Google "creepy blogs" and this eye sore came up enjoy....?
http://blog.smallandcreepy.com/
Purpose:
After clicking around on this very,very strange blog, I found their bio. Their purpose is, “to connect people to great work that reflects that strange or outsider sensibility.” The purpose could be business for they make films and let readers submit films, but I’m not sure.
Who is it directed towards:
The blog is directed toward fellow weirdoes such as myself! Okay, so I am not this weird but it did fascinate me.
How Well Written:
There aren’t many words written on this blog but the ones that are grammatically good.
Gut Feeling:
I watched two short films, “Have You Seen My Sister Evelyn?” which was actually sort of cute while the “Black Box” just had an eerie sense to it. The filming reminded me something from “The Blair Witch Project” or the beginning credits of “American Horror Story”. Some of the pictures on the main page are interesting while I found a few to be disturbing. I really liked the brain picture, very creative.
Letter Grade:
B+
There isn’t a lot of direction on the blog and what the purpose really is, though it makes up for this in creativity and creepiness.
http://blog.smallandcreepy.com/
Purpose:
After clicking around on this very,very strange blog, I found their bio. Their purpose is, “to connect people to great work that reflects that strange or outsider sensibility.” The purpose could be business for they make films and let readers submit films, but I’m not sure.
Who is it directed towards:
The blog is directed toward fellow weirdoes such as myself! Okay, so I am not this weird but it did fascinate me.
How Well Written:
There aren’t many words written on this blog but the ones that are grammatically good.
Gut Feeling:
I watched two short films, “Have You Seen My Sister Evelyn?” which was actually sort of cute while the “Black Box” just had an eerie sense to it. The filming reminded me something from “The Blair Witch Project” or the beginning credits of “American Horror Story”. Some of the pictures on the main page are interesting while I found a few to be disturbing. I really liked the brain picture, very creative.
Letter Grade:
B+
There isn’t a lot of direction on the blog and what the purpose really is, though it makes up for this in creativity and creepiness.
Sew Fun!
http://blog.husqvarnaviking.com/
Purpose:
The blog is a business blog, sponsored by Husqvarna Viking which is a sewing and embroidery company, with the purpose helping promote business, help customers, and obtain more clientele.
Who is it directed towards:
The blog is directed toward fellow sewers by providing technique and designs. Pictures and links are used throughout the essay to help assist readers.
How Well Written:
The author uses precise grammar and terms used in the world of sewing. There is quite a bit of promoting their company on each posting, though it still seems friendly and helpful, sort of like a good friend.
Gut Feeling:
Overall, the blog is very informative for sewers of all levels. The blog offers simple technique and designs to embroidering on silk for the advanced folks. As I said above, the tone comes off as friendly and endearing, even though they are promoting themselves. I find this a good way to promote business because if I were a beginner sewer and came across this blog, I would find links to sewing and embroidering machines, patterns, and materials.
Letter Grade:
A
Good business technique though I’m not a sewer (or ever will be) so I found it somewhat boring to read.
Purpose:
The blog is a business blog, sponsored by Husqvarna Viking which is a sewing and embroidery company, with the purpose helping promote business, help customers, and obtain more clientele.
Who is it directed towards:
The blog is directed toward fellow sewers by providing technique and designs. Pictures and links are used throughout the essay to help assist readers.
How Well Written:
The author uses precise grammar and terms used in the world of sewing. There is quite a bit of promoting their company on each posting, though it still seems friendly and helpful, sort of like a good friend.
Gut Feeling:
Overall, the blog is very informative for sewers of all levels. The blog offers simple technique and designs to embroidering on silk for the advanced folks. As I said above, the tone comes off as friendly and endearing, even though they are promoting themselves. I find this a good way to promote business because if I were a beginner sewer and came across this blog, I would find links to sewing and embroidering machines, patterns, and materials.
Letter Grade:
A
Good business technique though I’m not a sewer (or ever will be) so I found it somewhat boring to read.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Rumor has it
“Can you even shoot a gun?” my friend asked across the table at Pizza Hut. “Well, no but I’m pretty bad ass so I’m sure I can handle it.” We were talking about my upcoming interview at the Madison Police Department. No one would have guessed I’d want to be a cop, not even me, but the opportunity presented itself during a bleak time. College classes are tough and then pitch in a child. I knew after the first week of classes that I couldn’t juggle all the tic-tacs on my lap. As I left my calculus professor’s office, feeling immensely confused than before, I passed the cork bulletin board, filled with listings for roommates and job offers. I stopped and read a posting from a “recently divorced 51 year old woman”, looking for student roommates that love cats but may not bring any of their own. I snickered, what a cougar. Above that posting was a bland posting and quickly scanned the header that read, “City of Madison”. It intrigued me so I sent an application in. I was in limbo over what to do with my life. I loved English but knew the lavish lifestyle I craved would not suffice on a teacher’s salary. As I read the starting salary for an Associate’s Degree, I became exceedingly interested. The salary was compatible to jobs that require 4-6 years of schooling. Next year I would be obligatory to transfer and Madison was the place. I’m fickle. As much as I have dreamed of attending UW-Madison, it would never be the same. “I
have myself and now a son to support, can I realistically keep going to school, racking up debt?”. My friend nodded,” but a cop? It’s dangerous.” As I a smirk started to surface, I responded, “Oh it will be thrilling.”
have myself and now a son to support, can I realistically keep going to school, racking up debt?”. My friend nodded,” but a cop? It’s dangerous.” As I a smirk started to surface, I responded, “Oh it will be thrilling.”
Walk it off love
His face scrunched in dismay, “You have a kid?” I mentally rolled my eyes, thinking back to my phone background, the button pinned to my backpack, and the keychain, all donning pictures of my son. “Yes,” as I slide my phone to unlock and showed him a photo,” he’s five months old.” He uneasily smiled and looked down at his plate. Well, there goes that date. Throughout the movie, he kept glancing at his phone, turning the bright screen away from view, gliding his fingers across the touch screen. A discreet smirk played across his lips as the phone’s glow luminated his face. Handsome, I’d give him that, yet not someone who would appreciate my flamboyant nail color or societal sarcasm. I knew I was strange, a tad bit quirky. I dodged his stare as I told the waiter I just wanted the bread basket and a slice of chocolate cake at dinner. As he asked my favorite movies and TV shows, I saw his eyes glazed over as I rattled out V for Vendetta, The Tourist, American Horror Story, and True Blood. I knew I wasn’t the typical blonde who cared more about her social stature than her brains but life would be dreadfully boring if this was so. I was also blessed with an eccentric sense of humor, which turned off certain people….and this guy was one of them. As I cracked a joke as a response to his remark, I was given a disconcerted smile, chased by a nervous sip of his drink. The night finished with an uncomfortable silence as we both headed for our cars and he mumbled, “Cya in class Tuesday.” Good lord, this what I have to look forward to.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Kari + Nathan
http://kariandnathan.blogspot.com/
Why do people have to be too cute??? (check out their baby’s Halloween custome! An owl really? Why didn’t I think of that!)
Purpose:
This blog is a personal blog but has a creative edge to it.
Who is it directed towards:
The blog is directed towards the family’s friends and families, though probably have a few passbyers like me who find the form they use very intriguing...and cute.
How Well Written:
The author uses the list form quite a bit for example, one post consists of sentences that start with “That”. The author also has rhythm within this piece,
“It's far more than I imagined.
More astounding.
More sweet.
More sacred.
More exhausting.
More painful.
More indescribable.
It's all just so much more”
Gut Feeling:
This is the cutest blog I’ve ever seen! I’m very jealous. The unique ways they post just inspires me to write. I’m creative, but not this creative. The author woos you with words and draws you in to read more and explore your own writings.
Letter Grade:
A+
I’m absurdly jealous.
Why do people have to be too cute??? (check out their baby’s Halloween custome! An owl really? Why didn’t I think of that!)
Purpose:
This blog is a personal blog but has a creative edge to it.
Who is it directed towards:
The blog is directed towards the family’s friends and families, though probably have a few passbyers like me who find the form they use very intriguing...and cute.
How Well Written:
The author uses the list form quite a bit for example, one post consists of sentences that start with “That”. The author also has rhythm within this piece,
“It's far more than I imagined.
More astounding.
More sweet.
More sacred.
More exhausting.
More painful.
More indescribable.
It's all just so much more”
Gut Feeling:
This is the cutest blog I’ve ever seen! I’m very jealous. The unique ways they post just inspires me to write. I’m creative, but not this creative. The author woos you with words and draws you in to read more and explore your own writings.
Letter Grade:
A+
I’m absurdly jealous.
I'm A Single Mom
I’m a single mom, just trying to rebuild my life. It seems as if I do not have time for anything else but my son. I am lucky if he naps for a half hour. Even then I have to debate whether to work on my calc homework, clean out his bottles, finish his laundry, work out, or nap myself. I have a wonderful support system that allows me small amounts of time to do things I need or want to do but they have lives of their own.
I’m a single mom who once strived to become a doctor. That’s how I had gotten through high school, by telling myself that I will one day go to an exquisite college that makes people sigh in envy. I had the means to become a doctor but I’ve had convince myself that I no longer want to be a doctor. It’s just not in the cards that I hold.
I’m a single mom trying to date again. Some women cannot go for a month without attention from the opposite sex. I get it every day…well from this little man I call my world. I haven’t had contact with a grown male for over a year. It’s hard to jump back into the chaotic world of dating with someone else in tow. I cannot bounce from man to man, nor did I do this before, but this time around I know there will be far more failing relationships. There are now two people who can either be happy or hurt from relationships, my son and me, and I’ll have to tiptoe around these relations.
I’m a single mom who sometimes questions why I became a mother. On days, I feel like bashing my head into the wall as he shrieks in my arms. A goodnights sleep is five hours if the heavens decide to part the sky and let me. Or those wrenching crying fits inside Wal-Mart and everyone just beam their angry eyes at you. I know what they are thinking, a young mother who is not capable enough to handle her child.
I’m a single mom and I admit to doing some not so respectable things. I put my son in front of the TV. I don’t just let him vegetate in front of the plasma screen with Dora speaking Spanish all day. In the mornings usually as I get ready. That is my “me” time during the day so I put him in front of the TV with a colorful show for about thirty minutes. I saw on my newsfeed one young mother criticizing another young mother for letting her two month old watch “Little Einstein”. Good Lord, get over it, it can be stimulating. Sometimes you have to do what works because I cannot be chauffeuring around my little one on my hip everywhere I go. I cannot shower, do the dishes, use the restroom, etc with a fifteen pound baby in one arm, it’s just not realistic.
I'm a single mon who knows the entire theme song to "Ruby&Max", periodically spotting spit up on my shirts, and an expert at price matching diapers. His needs come before mine. I have to sacrifice a new pair of Toms to buy him a new pair of crib shoes. It's just the way it is yet I don't mind.
I'm a single mom and my love for my son will never falter or fade away, it will only grow with each day.
I’m a single mom who once strived to become a doctor. That’s how I had gotten through high school, by telling myself that I will one day go to an exquisite college that makes people sigh in envy. I had the means to become a doctor but I’ve had convince myself that I no longer want to be a doctor. It’s just not in the cards that I hold.
I’m a single mom trying to date again. Some women cannot go for a month without attention from the opposite sex. I get it every day…well from this little man I call my world. I haven’t had contact with a grown male for over a year. It’s hard to jump back into the chaotic world of dating with someone else in tow. I cannot bounce from man to man, nor did I do this before, but this time around I know there will be far more failing relationships. There are now two people who can either be happy or hurt from relationships, my son and me, and I’ll have to tiptoe around these relations.
I’m a single mom who sometimes questions why I became a mother. On days, I feel like bashing my head into the wall as he shrieks in my arms. A goodnights sleep is five hours if the heavens decide to part the sky and let me. Or those wrenching crying fits inside Wal-Mart and everyone just beam their angry eyes at you. I know what they are thinking, a young mother who is not capable enough to handle her child.
I’m a single mom and I admit to doing some not so respectable things. I put my son in front of the TV. I don’t just let him vegetate in front of the plasma screen with Dora speaking Spanish all day. In the mornings usually as I get ready. That is my “me” time during the day so I put him in front of the TV with a colorful show for about thirty minutes. I saw on my newsfeed one young mother criticizing another young mother for letting her two month old watch “Little Einstein”. Good Lord, get over it, it can be stimulating. Sometimes you have to do what works because I cannot be chauffeuring around my little one on my hip everywhere I go. I cannot shower, do the dishes, use the restroom, etc with a fifteen pound baby in one arm, it’s just not realistic.
I'm a single mon who knows the entire theme song to "Ruby&Max", periodically spotting spit up on my shirts, and an expert at price matching diapers. His needs come before mine. I have to sacrifice a new pair of Toms to buy him a new pair of crib shoes. It's just the way it is yet I don't mind.
I'm a single mom and my love for my son will never falter or fade away, it will only grow with each day.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
A Year of Biblical Womanhood
http://rachelheldevans.com/easter-weekend-tent
Purpose:
Rachel Held Evans spent an entire year dedicating her life to the “Womanhood Project”. She followed the Bible’s instructions for women as literally as possible. Such as not cutting her hair for a year, referring to her husband as master, making her own clothes, and the post I will be reflecting on, camping out in her front yard during her period. The blog isn’t meant to mock the Bible, more of how we are “picking and choosing” what from the Bible we should apply to our lives.
Who is it directed towards:
The blog can be directed towards anyone. I’m sure it is directed towards the modern day Christians but I don’t think the traditional Christians would appreciate the blog. It’s humorous so I believe it can be enjoyed by anyone of any religion.
How Well Written:
The author is a well-known writer so obviously she does a fantastic job at describing her experiences. Though in her blog, she is more laid back in descriptive imagery. Her writing is more comparable to an average woman blogger. She is more straightforward with her writing and uses slang such as, “scaring the crap out of me,” which probably could have been described in more and better detail.
Gut Feeling:
I love the concept of this blog. I’m a firm believer in not following everything the Bible says. We live in a contemporary society where much of what the Bible says can be seen as outdated. We no longer make our own clothes, refer to men as “master”, and certainly do not avoid all contact with men during our period…though it would be a nice vacation every month.
She connects to her readers and even comments back on her reader’s posts, even if they disagree with what she is doing. What she is doing is an extreme which can be viewed by many readers differently but she is essentially taking a stand against society who “picks and chooses” what to follow.
Letter Grade:
A+
I love the humor and it’s something drastic that I could see myself doing just so I can laugh at society….or they can laugh at me.
Purpose:
Rachel Held Evans spent an entire year dedicating her life to the “Womanhood Project”. She followed the Bible’s instructions for women as literally as possible. Such as not cutting her hair for a year, referring to her husband as master, making her own clothes, and the post I will be reflecting on, camping out in her front yard during her period. The blog isn’t meant to mock the Bible, more of how we are “picking and choosing” what from the Bible we should apply to our lives.
Who is it directed towards:
The blog can be directed towards anyone. I’m sure it is directed towards the modern day Christians but I don’t think the traditional Christians would appreciate the blog. It’s humorous so I believe it can be enjoyed by anyone of any religion.
How Well Written:
The author is a well-known writer so obviously she does a fantastic job at describing her experiences. Though in her blog, she is more laid back in descriptive imagery. Her writing is more comparable to an average woman blogger. She is more straightforward with her writing and uses slang such as, “scaring the crap out of me,” which probably could have been described in more and better detail.
Gut Feeling:
I love the concept of this blog. I’m a firm believer in not following everything the Bible says. We live in a contemporary society where much of what the Bible says can be seen as outdated. We no longer make our own clothes, refer to men as “master”, and certainly do not avoid all contact with men during our period…though it would be a nice vacation every month.
She connects to her readers and even comments back on her reader’s posts, even if they disagree with what she is doing. What she is doing is an extreme which can be viewed by many readers differently but she is essentially taking a stand against society who “picks and chooses” what to follow.
Letter Grade:
A+
I love the humor and it’s something drastic that I could see myself doing just so I can laugh at society….or they can laugh at me.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
3 Words
“Describe yourself in three words,” the bold font read on the front page of my application. As I sat in the cool, steel fold up chair within the Dane County Police Academy, the dreary, gray walls vaguely resembling a prison cell, I silently snorted at the cliché question.
That was one of the mindless questions my first employer asked, me at the young age of fifteen, found myself sweating frantically as the manager stared at me awaiting my answer. I don’t recall what I had answered, probably something along the lines of responsible, caring, driven….who knows, I basically pulled the answer from thin air.
Teachers were always accustomed to using this question on the first day of school when we all awkwardly looked around at the new faces in the classroom. They used it as a way to getting to know each other and ease the tension, which how does three measly words serve to know someone? As each child went and muttered their three words with a hot face and eyes down, I feverishly repeating my three words in my head so I didn’t stumble on them when all eyes were on me.
With the smirk smile on my face, I began to ponder what three words describe me. They have transformed from my grade school days and my adolescent self. Should I lie and use words the employer would like or be true and describe myself? Two men moved from their chairs to the hiring Sargent and I fidgeted in my chair as I started to feel the dampness underneath my arms. The agitation grew and my mind began deleting the words I had stored. With my face hot, I looked down at my jostling foot and began to admire my shoes…
I love my style. Quirky professional is my word for it. My sister says some days I look like a rainbow barfed on me and I take that as a compliment. My eye has always been drawn to bright colors such as purple, red, blue, highlighter yellow, and lime green. Admiring bright colors makes me happy so when I where these perky colors, it adds a little happiness to my outfit.
Quirky. First word down.
I shuffled in my seat again, trying to conjure two more words. A metallic clatter rang in my ears as I saw my car keys hit the hard floors. As I picked them up, I stared at the picture keychain of my son, and a smile played across my lips…
My son is my world. People say the love for your child is unexplainable and it’s true. I can come home on a horrible day and when I am greeted by his one dimpled smile, I forget all my worries. He gave me purpose and guidance and bluntly, I need him more than he needs me. My compassion for him can never be formed to write on paper because they are not words to describe it.
Compassionate. One to go.
A lady, who looked to be twice my age, approached with the Sargent with her application in hand with her Doc Martin boots clubbing the floor as she walked, creating an echo in the eerie silent room. She did not look dressed for the interview, more or less for farm work, wearing denim and a brown polo to accompany her brown work boot. I took a glance at my own attire: black slacks, dark purple sweater, and black flats, edged with dark blue denim...
I was brought up to dress to impress. I came to this interview to impress. I wanted this job more than I needed it. I had learned in psychology that people get a sense of who you are in the first five seconds of seeing you. These judgments are made off of clothes, posture, and facial features. This job would be a new beginning for me if I received it and If I that meant I had to dress in an itchy sweater and exaggeratedly smile for an extensive time, then I would. My mindset can be put to anything and you bet I would put all my time and effort into it. What can I say, I’m an exceedingly driven gal.
Driven. Done.
That was one of the mindless questions my first employer asked, me at the young age of fifteen, found myself sweating frantically as the manager stared at me awaiting my answer. I don’t recall what I had answered, probably something along the lines of responsible, caring, driven….who knows, I basically pulled the answer from thin air.
Teachers were always accustomed to using this question on the first day of school when we all awkwardly looked around at the new faces in the classroom. They used it as a way to getting to know each other and ease the tension, which how does three measly words serve to know someone? As each child went and muttered their three words with a hot face and eyes down, I feverishly repeating my three words in my head so I didn’t stumble on them when all eyes were on me.
With the smirk smile on my face, I began to ponder what three words describe me. They have transformed from my grade school days and my adolescent self. Should I lie and use words the employer would like or be true and describe myself? Two men moved from their chairs to the hiring Sargent and I fidgeted in my chair as I started to feel the dampness underneath my arms. The agitation grew and my mind began deleting the words I had stored. With my face hot, I looked down at my jostling foot and began to admire my shoes…
I love my style. Quirky professional is my word for it. My sister says some days I look like a rainbow barfed on me and I take that as a compliment. My eye has always been drawn to bright colors such as purple, red, blue, highlighter yellow, and lime green. Admiring bright colors makes me happy so when I where these perky colors, it adds a little happiness to my outfit.
Quirky. First word down.
I shuffled in my seat again, trying to conjure two more words. A metallic clatter rang in my ears as I saw my car keys hit the hard floors. As I picked them up, I stared at the picture keychain of my son, and a smile played across my lips…
My son is my world. People say the love for your child is unexplainable and it’s true. I can come home on a horrible day and when I am greeted by his one dimpled smile, I forget all my worries. He gave me purpose and guidance and bluntly, I need him more than he needs me. My compassion for him can never be formed to write on paper because they are not words to describe it.
Compassionate. One to go.
A lady, who looked to be twice my age, approached with the Sargent with her application in hand with her Doc Martin boots clubbing the floor as she walked, creating an echo in the eerie silent room. She did not look dressed for the interview, more or less for farm work, wearing denim and a brown polo to accompany her brown work boot. I took a glance at my own attire: black slacks, dark purple sweater, and black flats, edged with dark blue denim...
I was brought up to dress to impress. I came to this interview to impress. I wanted this job more than I needed it. I had learned in psychology that people get a sense of who you are in the first five seconds of seeing you. These judgments are made off of clothes, posture, and facial features. This job would be a new beginning for me if I received it and If I that meant I had to dress in an itchy sweater and exaggeratedly smile for an extensive time, then I would. My mindset can be put to anything and you bet I would put all my time and effort into it. What can I say, I’m an exceedingly driven gal.
Driven. Done.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Some Kind Of Wonderful
http://gifford6.blogspot.com/
Purpose:
This is my cousin’s best friend’s blog. It is personal blog written by the mother, who happens to be Mormon. My mother is always infatuated with this family. She calls them, “the perfect Mormon family,” and they really are. She is the mother of 4, going on 5, picture perfect children and yet still finds time to blog several times a week.
Who is it directed towards:
The blog is directed toward this woman’s friends and family…and the creepers such as my own mother.
How Well Written:
The author writes as if she is just talking to her friends, which she is, so the grammar and punctuation aren’t up to par. Several posts are just media, with no writing from her.
Gut Feeling:
Her blog is absolutely adorable. She always has fun postings and I find myself reading her blog more than my cousin’s. The blog is what I believe a blog is meant for, to describe exciting events and pictures of your family, and she does just that.
Many people believe Mormons to be these crazy polygamists. When I mention Mormons to people, they picture people of this religion to look like the Amish, clothed head to toe and to be the butt of a joke. This woman’s blog breaks all myths about families of the LDS church. She is a beautiful woman, elegantly clothed and hair always done, with a normal job and an exceptional family.
We aren’t all crazy.
Letter Grade:
B+
I love how this is just a traditional blog.
Purpose:
This is my cousin’s best friend’s blog. It is personal blog written by the mother, who happens to be Mormon. My mother is always infatuated with this family. She calls them, “the perfect Mormon family,” and they really are. She is the mother of 4, going on 5, picture perfect children and yet still finds time to blog several times a week.
Who is it directed towards:
The blog is directed toward this woman’s friends and family…and the creepers such as my own mother.
How Well Written:
The author writes as if she is just talking to her friends, which she is, so the grammar and punctuation aren’t up to par. Several posts are just media, with no writing from her.
Gut Feeling:
Her blog is absolutely adorable. She always has fun postings and I find myself reading her blog more than my cousin’s. The blog is what I believe a blog is meant for, to describe exciting events and pictures of your family, and she does just that.
Many people believe Mormons to be these crazy polygamists. When I mention Mormons to people, they picture people of this religion to look like the Amish, clothed head to toe and to be the butt of a joke. This woman’s blog breaks all myths about families of the LDS church. She is a beautiful woman, elegantly clothed and hair always done, with a normal job and an exceptional family.
We aren’t all crazy.
Letter Grade:
B+
I love how this is just a traditional blog.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Talking Shit About A Pretty Sunset
As much as I love storms, I love to see the sun setting in the distance. For the longest time, I believed these two cannot co-exist. The ferociously dark clouds filled with rain and to hopefully be followed by the thrashing thunder would block the sight of arrays of tones scattered by the setting sun. As my son was violently crying in his car seat after far too many hours in the car, my windshield drizzled with fresh drops of rain, I could spot the most vivid red sunset I’ve ever laid eyes on.
First the anger builds then it’s followed by the nervousness, accompanied by my skin prickling, cold sweats, and my heart rate hammering harder. We both sat by our attorneys and I was asked to take the stand first. His is an ass, trying to intimidate me by vigorously shaking his large jowls as I spoke. For some reason, he must have thought that jostling them faster would get my answer out quicker but in reality, it diverted me. I hate that man as much as I do M. I was made out to be a unruly, vindictive mother who wanted to “abort and kill M’s child because he didn’t want to be with me,” and only kept my son to have a hold over M. Oh and of course to gain child support. It’s hard to be nice or even cordial to anyone after being condemned that.
A family friend kept telling me that that’s an attorney’s job, to make the other party look like a horrible person. Why are we subjected to talking horribly about people we have to deal with for the next eighteen years? It’s starting a vile structure for the next eighteen years to come. We both are uncovering secrets of one another, over exaggerating simple things, and pointing out flaws. Both of us two good people, having to talk shit about a pretty sunset.
M was up now. As he faked a cry in his voice and confirmed everything his attorney had subjected me to be true, the judge looked upon M as if he were a beaten puppy. His eyes were soft and endearing as M spoke and overruling every objection my attorney made. I hardly was able to finish a sentence. The judge looked at me as if he already knew my story, an irresponsible teenage mother, upset that the baby daddy didn’t propose at the first mention of pregnancy. My face reeled with the red of that sunset, my stomach turning as violently as thunder, as the judge agreed upon M’s temporary placement proposal.
A pretty sunset and a violent storm can con-exist. I’ve witnessed it. Sadly, the pretty sunset is made out to be dim, shitty hues as the storm overtakes its beauty. But within the stale shades, I could spot the most vivid red sunset I’ve ever laid eyes on. There’s still beauty within the rest of the shit.
First the anger builds then it’s followed by the nervousness, accompanied by my skin prickling, cold sweats, and my heart rate hammering harder. We both sat by our attorneys and I was asked to take the stand first. His is an ass, trying to intimidate me by vigorously shaking his large jowls as I spoke. For some reason, he must have thought that jostling them faster would get my answer out quicker but in reality, it diverted me. I hate that man as much as I do M. I was made out to be a unruly, vindictive mother who wanted to “abort and kill M’s child because he didn’t want to be with me,” and only kept my son to have a hold over M. Oh and of course to gain child support. It’s hard to be nice or even cordial to anyone after being condemned that.
A family friend kept telling me that that’s an attorney’s job, to make the other party look like a horrible person. Why are we subjected to talking horribly about people we have to deal with for the next eighteen years? It’s starting a vile structure for the next eighteen years to come. We both are uncovering secrets of one another, over exaggerating simple things, and pointing out flaws. Both of us two good people, having to talk shit about a pretty sunset.
M was up now. As he faked a cry in his voice and confirmed everything his attorney had subjected me to be true, the judge looked upon M as if he were a beaten puppy. His eyes were soft and endearing as M spoke and overruling every objection my attorney made. I hardly was able to finish a sentence. The judge looked at me as if he already knew my story, an irresponsible teenage mother, upset that the baby daddy didn’t propose at the first mention of pregnancy. My face reeled with the red of that sunset, my stomach turning as violently as thunder, as the judge agreed upon M’s temporary placement proposal.
A pretty sunset and a violent storm can con-exist. I’ve witnessed it. Sadly, the pretty sunset is made out to be dim, shitty hues as the storm overtakes its beauty. But within the stale shades, I could spot the most vivid red sunset I’ve ever laid eyes on. There’s still beauty within the rest of the shit.
The Cupcake Massacre
I’m officially salivating….
http://www.thecupcakemassacre.blogspot.com/
Purpose:
A woman is trying to infamously re-create the book and movie, “Julie&Julia”, where the character, Julie, starts a blog after receiving Julia Child’s one of many cookbooks. Julie’s goal is to complete one recipe each day from this cookbook and write a blog about it.
Now, the author of “The Cupcake Massacre” had received a cupcake cookbook and is determined to make a different recipe of cupcakes each week because, “a new recipe a day would cause my pants not to fit”.
I find the entire idea quite neat.
The blog is a personal cooking blog, complete with recipes for her fans to try and well, ones to avoid.
Who is it directed towards:
The blog is directed toward bakers or wannabe bakers. She doesn’t go into her personal life hardly at all, she keeps it strictly cupcake making business.
How Well Written:
The blog is very straight forward with a little commentary in the beginning. I like that it isn’t so stern. I wouldn’t want to get a recipe from a blog that firstly, didn’t have tips or any terms of success and secondly, that I couldn’t relate to. The author does an amazing job relating to her fans and readers. She keeps the blog upbeat and even when something fails, she just laughs it off.
Some of her description of the cupcakes or even butter (oh my, my mouth was frothing for some baguette and a huge chunk of butter after reading that post) are very detailed and makes any reader crave a cupcake.
Gut Feeling:
I love how she came up with the idea of re-creating “Julie&Julia” but gave it her own ,individual twist. And cupcakes?? I love cupcakes! After reading this blog, I feel as if I can go and bake some homemade cupcakes that wouldn’t be a disastrous lump in the pans.
Letter Grade:
A+
The idea and overall purpose of the blog is bubbly, enticing, creative, and humorous.
http://www.thecupcakemassacre.blogspot.com/
Purpose:
A woman is trying to infamously re-create the book and movie, “Julie&Julia”, where the character, Julie, starts a blog after receiving Julia Child’s one of many cookbooks. Julie’s goal is to complete one recipe each day from this cookbook and write a blog about it.
Now, the author of “The Cupcake Massacre” had received a cupcake cookbook and is determined to make a different recipe of cupcakes each week because, “a new recipe a day would cause my pants not to fit”.
I find the entire idea quite neat.
The blog is a personal cooking blog, complete with recipes for her fans to try and well, ones to avoid.
Who is it directed towards:
The blog is directed toward bakers or wannabe bakers. She doesn’t go into her personal life hardly at all, she keeps it strictly cupcake making business.
How Well Written:
The blog is very straight forward with a little commentary in the beginning. I like that it isn’t so stern. I wouldn’t want to get a recipe from a blog that firstly, didn’t have tips or any terms of success and secondly, that I couldn’t relate to. The author does an amazing job relating to her fans and readers. She keeps the blog upbeat and even when something fails, she just laughs it off.
Some of her description of the cupcakes or even butter (oh my, my mouth was frothing for some baguette and a huge chunk of butter after reading that post) are very detailed and makes any reader crave a cupcake.
Gut Feeling:
I love how she came up with the idea of re-creating “Julie&Julia” but gave it her own ,individual twist. And cupcakes?? I love cupcakes! After reading this blog, I feel as if I can go and bake some homemade cupcakes that wouldn’t be a disastrous lump in the pans.
Letter Grade:
A+
The idea and overall purpose of the blog is bubbly, enticing, creative, and humorous.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Single Mom Sanctuary
I've become very envious after reading this blog….I found myself scrutinizing the posts for any inaccuracies.
http://singlemomsanctuary.com/category/love-2/dating-2
Purpose:
The blog is a personal blog written by single mother who works for an insurance company but could mistakenly be noted for a writer.
Who is it directed towards:
The woman who writes the blog is a single mother with a four year old daughter but her writings go beyond being a single parent. Her blog can be directed toward any women, not only single mothers. She talks much about her religion, discrimination, surrogacy, divorce, dating, photography, and the stress of work…most women could relate to one or two of these topics.
How Well Written:
The woman is obviously passionate about her blog. She has a voice that swells with pride, strength, and a dash of humor. At times her humor shines through such in the post, “So Confused”, while her strength is undeniable in the post, “I Do Not Hook Up”, which her beliefs and dignity plays in. Overall, her writing reminds me of someone with a background in creative nonfiction writing.
Gut Feeling:
I was very drawn to her blog because I am a single mother myself. As I rifted through her blog, I became more and more intrigued by her and felt a strange connection. The connection was not being a single mom but her writing reminded me so much of my own. We both love playing with humor but when need be, our strength and beliefs developed a concrete structure for more imperial pieces. The first post I read by her was, “I Do Not Hook Up”, and it had an eerie alikeness to my recent post, “Chastity Belt”. I idolize her and the progress she has made within the blog and her life.
Letter Grade:
A++
Best blog I’ve read so far. It’s refreshing to find people who are passionate about things that matter. This woman dedicates her time to write this marvelous blog so readers like me can sit and enjoy it and perhaps discover something new about ourselves.
http://singlemomsanctuary.com/category/love-2/dating-2
Purpose:
The blog is a personal blog written by single mother who works for an insurance company but could mistakenly be noted for a writer.
Who is it directed towards:
The woman who writes the blog is a single mother with a four year old daughter but her writings go beyond being a single parent. Her blog can be directed toward any women, not only single mothers. She talks much about her religion, discrimination, surrogacy, divorce, dating, photography, and the stress of work…most women could relate to one or two of these topics.
How Well Written:
The woman is obviously passionate about her blog. She has a voice that swells with pride, strength, and a dash of humor. At times her humor shines through such in the post, “So Confused”, while her strength is undeniable in the post, “I Do Not Hook Up”, which her beliefs and dignity plays in. Overall, her writing reminds me of someone with a background in creative nonfiction writing.
Gut Feeling:
I was very drawn to her blog because I am a single mother myself. As I rifted through her blog, I became more and more intrigued by her and felt a strange connection. The connection was not being a single mom but her writing reminded me so much of my own. We both love playing with humor but when need be, our strength and beliefs developed a concrete structure for more imperial pieces. The first post I read by her was, “I Do Not Hook Up”, and it had an eerie alikeness to my recent post, “Chastity Belt”. I idolize her and the progress she has made within the blog and her life.
Letter Grade:
A++
Best blog I’ve read so far. It’s refreshing to find people who are passionate about things that matter. This woman dedicates her time to write this marvelous blog so readers like me can sit and enjoy it and perhaps discover something new about ourselves.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Pillow Talk with Sarah J. Symonds
I cannot believe they make a blog for this.
http://pillowtalkwithsarahsymonds.blogspot.com/
Purpose:
The blog is a personal blog but can also be labeled as an advice blog.
Who is it directed towards:
Ready to have your mind blown? This blog is directed towards mistresses!!! Yes, wrote that correctly. The blog helps women who are having affairs with married men cope with the reality of being a secret and not the wife. The blog also helps married women spot characteristics of cheating and help them cope as well.
How Well Written:
The author has fantastic vocabulary but speaks to her audience as if she were a friend. She uses slang and calls all her readers, “sistahs”.
Gut Feeling:
Overall the blog is compelling to read. I am awestruck that a blog is even written about this but I guess to some this the sad reality. I might even bookmark this for its humor. The author describes cheating men as prize narcissists. They even have mistress support groups and MIT-Mistress in Training. My lord, what has the world come to?
Letter Grade:
B+
The author is trying to be a professional on helping wives and mistresses but comes off too friendly. As absurd as this blog is, it's good.
http://pillowtalkwithsarahsymonds.blogspot.com/
Purpose:
The blog is a personal blog but can also be labeled as an advice blog.
Who is it directed towards:
Ready to have your mind blown? This blog is directed towards mistresses!!! Yes, wrote that correctly. The blog helps women who are having affairs with married men cope with the reality of being a secret and not the wife. The blog also helps married women spot characteristics of cheating and help them cope as well.
How Well Written:
The author has fantastic vocabulary but speaks to her audience as if she were a friend. She uses slang and calls all her readers, “sistahs”.
Gut Feeling:
Overall the blog is compelling to read. I am awestruck that a blog is even written about this but I guess to some this the sad reality. I might even bookmark this for its humor. The author describes cheating men as prize narcissists. They even have mistress support groups and MIT-Mistress in Training. My lord, what has the world come to?
Letter Grade:
B+
The author is trying to be a professional on helping wives and mistresses but comes off too friendly. As absurd as this blog is, it's good.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
BabyVamp Jessica
You are undoubtedly wondering why you even started to read this after the first sight of that loathsome word "Vampire" in it. THIS IS NOT ABOUT TWILIGHT. Girl Scouts Promise. Am I drawn in to the generation’s fascination over vampires? Guilty. I’m a True Blood junkie though I believe True Blood is on the far extremity of the vampire craze. After the season’s finale, leaving me gripping my bed sheets and screaming,” Why?!” at the TV, I’ve been having a hard time coming to terms of reality that I need to find another show to watch on Sunday nights. So in the honor of True Blood, I am dedicating my first blog analyze to you, you marvelous yet revolting yet fascinating show.
http://www.babyvamp-jessica.com/
Purpose:
If one clicks on over to the site, you’ll find that it is a blog is in the words of Jessica, Bill’s baby vampire. Of course, vampires do not exist so obviously this is an entertainment/business blog.
Who is it directed towards:
This is merely written for the entertainment of True Blood fans, with many of the posts being Jessica’s feelings of that night’s episodes.
How Well Written:
The blog is almost eerie because the voice and slang used in the blog sounds just of that of Jessica on the TV show. Jessica was a Southern Belle before she was turned and her accent shines through in her blog.
Gut Feeling
Now the eerie part that gets me is that I’m sure the actress who plays Jessica does not write this. There is someone pretending to be her, writing in her adolescent slang, fabricating all these personal details and she is not even a real person. One particular post about troubles with her human boyfriend had 382 comments, all to this bogus person. After reading through some more posts, I had to convince myself that she was not real. Us junkies just don’t want to accept the reality of this all.
Letter Grade:
A-
The blog was definitely intriguing and had caught and held my attention. I loved how Jessica's personality emitted from the blog and I felt like I knew her. The downside is well, she's not real. I also didn't like the cheesy videos posted on there and her running vampire speed away from the camera....I could have done without that.
“Our microwave is where I heat up my Tru Blood. Call me crazy, but I don’t think I could stomach the residual smell of nuked mashed potatoes and chicken in there.”
http://www.babyvamp-jessica.com/
Purpose:
If one clicks on over to the site, you’ll find that it is a blog is in the words of Jessica, Bill’s baby vampire. Of course, vampires do not exist so obviously this is an entertainment/business blog.
Who is it directed towards:
This is merely written for the entertainment of True Blood fans, with many of the posts being Jessica’s feelings of that night’s episodes.
How Well Written:
The blog is almost eerie because the voice and slang used in the blog sounds just of that of Jessica on the TV show. Jessica was a Southern Belle before she was turned and her accent shines through in her blog.
Gut Feeling
Now the eerie part that gets me is that I’m sure the actress who plays Jessica does not write this. There is someone pretending to be her, writing in her adolescent slang, fabricating all these personal details and she is not even a real person. One particular post about troubles with her human boyfriend had 382 comments, all to this bogus person. After reading through some more posts, I had to convince myself that she was not real. Us junkies just don’t want to accept the reality of this all.
Letter Grade:
A-
The blog was definitely intriguing and had caught and held my attention. I loved how Jessica's personality emitted from the blog and I felt like I knew her. The downside is well, she's not real. I also didn't like the cheesy videos posted on there and her running vampire speed away from the camera....I could have done without that.
“Our microwave is where I heat up my Tru Blood. Call me crazy, but I don’t think I could stomach the residual smell of nuked mashed potatoes and chicken in there.”
Friday, September 16, 2011
Meaing Behind a Peacock's Feather
Peacocks are an exquisite bird, nevertheless swelling with beautiful. I sported a flamboyant peacock feather in my hair during the summer and was absolutely in love with the colors within it and the durability it had held through many hair washings, blow dries, and the daily flat iron. After all these torturous acts that would have drained and slay human hair, it still radiated its beauteous colors without showing signs of injury. Little did I know the real meaning behind this exquisite feather.
Peacock feathers are known by cultures all around the world. Their magnificence was known to heal wounded through spiritual healing energies from the Gods. Warriors sometimes wore the feather of a Peacock while going into war for the "eye" of the feather would offer protection and would allow warriors to be able to see all.
Peacocks shed their feathers once a year and astonishingly grows back their beautiful feathers. To some, this is viewed as a sign of immortality and resurrection for the Peacock will never be without beauty.
The meaning that hit home was these stunning feathers symbolize happiness and enlightenment. How can they not be? I was memorized by the feather as I walked past the vendor who had a handful sitting in vase. The eye of the feather is what caught mine and I smiled. I knew the moment I had one woven into my dark strands that I loved it not just for its beauty, ok essentially, but how it made me feel. It made me happy every time I caught a glimpse of it in a passing reflection or when people stopped to examine it. Who would have thought that this feather was swirled together with meanings so strong?
Where I was going with all this is why I chose a Peacock's Feather for inspiration for this blog. I see all. Or I like to think that I do. Through the internet, anyone can be anything and see anything and that's how this blog was born. I can be whoever I want all the while viewing blogs and information people have decided to send out into the cyperworld, all groveling for me to read.
And that's the beauty of The Peacock's Feather.
Peacock feathers are known by cultures all around the world. Their magnificence was known to heal wounded through spiritual healing energies from the Gods. Warriors sometimes wore the feather of a Peacock while going into war for the "eye" of the feather would offer protection and would allow warriors to be able to see all.
Peacocks shed their feathers once a year and astonishingly grows back their beautiful feathers. To some, this is viewed as a sign of immortality and resurrection for the Peacock will never be without beauty.
The meaning that hit home was these stunning feathers symbolize happiness and enlightenment. How can they not be? I was memorized by the feather as I walked past the vendor who had a handful sitting in vase. The eye of the feather is what caught mine and I smiled. I knew the moment I had one woven into my dark strands that I loved it not just for its beauty, ok essentially, but how it made me feel. It made me happy every time I caught a glimpse of it in a passing reflection or when people stopped to examine it. Who would have thought that this feather was swirled together with meanings so strong?
Where I was going with all this is why I chose a Peacock's Feather for inspiration for this blog. I see all. Or I like to think that I do. Through the internet, anyone can be anything and see anything and that's how this blog was born. I can be whoever I want all the while viewing blogs and information people have decided to send out into the cyperworld, all groveling for me to read.
And that's the beauty of The Peacock's Feather.
Welcome, Welcome, Welcome!
Bienvenue! Welcome to The Peacock's Feather. In the past few years, blogging has been on the rage, drawing in people from all generations.What's the purpose of blogging, besides bragging about your life? That's what I'm here to discover.
I recently learned that blogging is being used inside the classroom and also used to present professional research in college. So that's where I come in. For college credit, I will be analyzing a different blog each week and also publishing a creative non-fiction piece that I have written. And the beauty of it all is this is all anonymous...no one knows who I am (well besides Professor D) so there is absolutely no holding back. Ah the chaos!
As I said above, I will analyze a blog each week, giving it a letter grade at the end. So here are the criteria which I will be grading the blogs on each week:
-Purpose (business, school, or personal)
-Who is it directed toward
-How well written
-Gut feeling (did it keep my interest, was it meaningful, etc.)
I recently learned that blogging is being used inside the classroom and also used to present professional research in college. So that's where I come in. For college credit, I will be analyzing a different blog each week and also publishing a creative non-fiction piece that I have written. And the beauty of it all is this is all anonymous...no one knows who I am (well besides Professor D) so there is absolutely no holding back. Ah the chaos!
As I said above, I will analyze a blog each week, giving it a letter grade at the end. So here are the criteria which I will be grading the blogs on each week:
-Purpose (business, school, or personal)
-Who is it directed toward
-How well written
-Gut feeling (did it keep my interest, was it meaningful, etc.)
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