As I read through blog posts and friends' research papers this last year, it began to dawn on me that it is not our natural tendency to write as we speak. Even as I pen this, I'm double-checking myself to make sure an incorrect or poorly written sentence doesn't float in mysteriously. It's a tricky process.
When we speak, we riddle ourselves with fragments and run-on sentences. When we write, we employ the improper use of "there, their, they're" and "your, you're". It assails my eyes every time I witness this casualty of a perfectly beautiful word in the English language on Facebook or Twitter. Come on people. Speak the sentence aloud if you absolutely must.
A good friend of mine from high school recently received an email from our former newspaper adviser, which was a shock in and of itself. When we opened the email, we almost died from laughter and astonishment. The guy couldn't string even ONE coherent sentence together throughout the entire message. Commas inserted themselves where they most certainly were not wanted, first person seemed to mix in with third person narrative and the occasional "your" was mistaken for "you're". It killed me to realize that this kind of teacher was out there, in the thousands, attempting to cultivate prose and grammar in young adolescent's minds. I mean, the irony is not lost that this guy tried to teach me how to write for four years of my ever evolving adolescence.
The written word is a funny thing.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Bummer Blasts
It seems that every time I want to sit down and write, and I mean really write, I'm at work. Which is a total bummer because that is kind of a roadblock when it comes to pulling out a journal and pen and penning intimate thoughts.
Anyways. I had some really deep and profound "something" I wanted to talk about, and now I can't remember. I got distracted when I realized I had started a blog called Confessions Of A {Not So} Techy Intern where I was going to make fun of office life and residing at the bottom of the food chain. Let that one slip through my fingers as well.
Ohhhhh well.
Anyways. I had some really deep and profound "something" I wanted to talk about, and now I can't remember. I got distracted when I realized I had started a blog called Confessions Of A {Not So} Techy Intern where I was going to make fun of office life and residing at the bottom of the food chain. Let that one slip through my fingers as well.
Ohhhhh well.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Lectio Divina
"divine reading"
The nerdy side of me enjoyed Latin this last semester a little too much. I found this phrase on le web and instantly fell in love. Sigh. I'll forever be stalking graffiti walls and the insides of books for romantic Latin phrases that precisely capture excellently what I wish to convey over every fiber of my being. It's simply too fabulous for words. If only I was brave enough to get a tattoo...
The other day I came to the realization that I am not, in fact, the only English major that wishes to open a coffee/bookstore when I graduate. Actually, EVERY English major out there seems to desire the exact same career. So scratch that plan. Although lately, I've been pinning cozy rooms and dark nooks that practically extend legitimate arms to you as you sit down in the overstuffed chair. This whole book thing really gets me. It really does.
The nerdy side of me enjoyed Latin this last semester a little too much. I found this phrase on le web and instantly fell in love. Sigh. I'll forever be stalking graffiti walls and the insides of books for romantic Latin phrases that precisely capture excellently what I wish to convey over every fiber of my being. It's simply too fabulous for words. If only I was brave enough to get a tattoo...
The other day I came to the realization that I am not, in fact, the only English major that wishes to open a coffee/bookstore when I graduate. Actually, EVERY English major out there seems to desire the exact same career. So scratch that plan. Although lately, I've been pinning cozy rooms and dark nooks that practically extend legitimate arms to you as you sit down in the overstuffed chair. This whole book thing really gets me. It really does.
(all sources from Pinterest)
Aren't they all gorgeous??
Friday, March 16, 2012
Yeah. That didn't work out.
So my New Year's Resolution flopped before it even began.
The picture thing didn't work out too hot.
IN RETALIATION against my lack of self-discipline, I mentally decided to start reading for fun again. Make time in my schedule, possibly even push aside reading in my English classes to read for ME.
That's what my childhood was filled with. Reading for fun, feeling my brain expand and letting the new worlds take form in my imagination. It's been great. I just finished The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides. Actually, you can say that I've been on a Jeffrey Eugenides spree. I also read The Marriage Plot by him. The guy is quite the genius, if we are being honest. His writing style is unique; he knows his stuff.
The reason I liked The Virgin Suicides was because it was different. He writes from the perspective of the neighborhood boys. You never know who is actually narrating, which elevates the mystery of the novel. Eugenides composes with passion, eccentric details and isn't afraid to startle you with something unsettling. I felt as if I was reading with a filter covering the pages of the book, keeping me at an arm's distant from the unfortunate Lisbon girls. That book proved to me why I am an English major - why my unhealthy obsession with the written word is acceptable.
So here's the deal. The books. They take over now, not the pictures. Because let's face it, every girl out there believes she is a fabulous photographer, all because she owns a DSLR and can edit the photo on Photoshop.
readreadreadreadreadreadreadreadreadreadreadread
The picture thing didn't work out too hot.
IN RETALIATION against my lack of self-discipline, I mentally decided to start reading for fun again. Make time in my schedule, possibly even push aside reading in my English classes to read for ME.
That's what my childhood was filled with. Reading for fun, feeling my brain expand and letting the new worlds take form in my imagination. It's been great. I just finished The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides. Actually, you can say that I've been on a Jeffrey Eugenides spree. I also read The Marriage Plot by him. The guy is quite the genius, if we are being honest. His writing style is unique; he knows his stuff.
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| Kirsten Dunst in the film adaptation, as the sensual Lux Lisbon. source - Tumblr |
The reason I liked The Virgin Suicides was because it was different. He writes from the perspective of the neighborhood boys. You never know who is actually narrating, which elevates the mystery of the novel. Eugenides composes with passion, eccentric details and isn't afraid to startle you with something unsettling. I felt as if I was reading with a filter covering the pages of the book, keeping me at an arm's distant from the unfortunate Lisbon girls. That book proved to me why I am an English major - why my unhealthy obsession with the written word is acceptable.
So here's the deal. The books. They take over now, not the pictures. Because let's face it, every girl out there believes she is a fabulous photographer, all because she owns a DSLR and can edit the photo on Photoshop.
readreadreadreadreadreadreadreadreadreadreadread
Sunday, January 1, 2012
La-ti-da, and a happy new schmear
Blah blah blah, happy new year, blah blah blah, *cliche and heartwarming holiday statement*, blah blah blah...
HAPPY NEW YEAR! My New Year's Resolution [even though I hate them, because, who I am kidding, the only resolution I've kept is to eat more!] in the year of our Lord 2012 is to survive the apocalypse. No but really, I think those Mayans were on crack-cocaine or SOMETHING because the only person calling this world to an end is Jesus. So here's to well wishes and hoping we all see December 23, 2012, y'all!
Alright. Enough with the New Year's sarcasm. I really am excited for this coming change. There will be lots of stress, but thankfully three completed semesters of college has prepared me for the oncoming fourth. So in honor of the newest season of life, I have taken on my own challenge to snag a picture for every day this year. There will be 366 [LEAP YEAR BABY] photos headed this way as I try to capture the essence of...well, of life. My happy, rather sappy, cliche little life.
So. January 1.
*I'm cheating and posting two photos. Pardon the overwhelming excitement.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! My New Year's Resolution [even though I hate them, because, who I am kidding, the only resolution I've kept is to eat more!] in the year of our Lord 2012 is to survive the apocalypse. No but really, I think those Mayans were on crack-cocaine or SOMETHING because the only person calling this world to an end is Jesus. So here's to well wishes and hoping we all see December 23, 2012, y'all!
Alright. Enough with the New Year's sarcasm. I really am excited for this coming change. There will be lots of stress, but thankfully three completed semesters of college has prepared me for the oncoming fourth. So in honor of the newest season of life, I have taken on my own challenge to snag a picture for every day this year. There will be 366 [LEAP YEAR BABY] photos headed this way as I try to capture the essence of...well, of life. My happy, rather sappy, cliche little life.
So. January 1.
*I'm cheating and posting two photos. Pardon the overwhelming excitement.
Went fishing *insert whistling* with a gaggle of friends before the New Year to celebrate togetherness and fabulous Texas weather. One of my friends hung my hammock across the dock and shimmied over the line to climb in. If only he had fallen in... despite my rather impatient personality, I immensely enjoyed the calm and the ripples. It was so nice to find a rock and plop down. Quite the way to end 2011, with friends all around and the promise of a squirming fish chomping on the chopped liver chilling on my hook. Simply, simply marvelous.
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