Waiting for Thanksgiving

Today is Thanksgiving and I am sitting in a house full of partially cooked food and three delicious fully done deserts. And I am waiting. I am waiting because I had a headache this morning and couldn't get it to go away. I worked this morning at 6:30 am to wait for people to come in and buy their last minute rolls and pies and donuts. Now I am the one doing the waiting. My parents and family and everyone went on a nice walk so they wouldn't have to wait. I needed to stay and watch my cheesecakes (which we baked in our absent neighbor's home) and sleep and be good to my body. So now I am awake, smelling pumpkin cheesecake, chocolate cake, potatoes and TURKEY!! But it's not
done. So I wait. Alone. Doing this.

I can't wait to eat.

The Digital Reporter

After reading a stinging argument about how journalism will be met with technologic advances and new waves of blogging ability, I decided to blog about it. Which is this. The article, posted ON THE INTERNET (http://www.poynter.org/content/content_view.asp?id=142379)describes what is happening currently with the news. Since there are so many newspapers going under in the metaphorical rip tide of electronics, what and how will news be distributed? More and more people get information from online sources and things of that nature, or forums where one can post a question, get many answers and choose for themselves what answer suits them or is most plausible or even just which answer pops up most often and therefore must be true. The paper aspect of news is disintegrating just as it would if you left one of those thin sheets out in the rain. The bright side is that we, as news consumers, are being more environmentally healthy. This new way of doing things is saving so many trees, one whole forest may be saved a year. And 40% of statistics are made up on the spot.

I am still growing up in a society that loves to waste. There is, however, an inherent slanting toward the newest and shiniest way of thinking which led to the personal computer, the laptop computer, the phone computer and the notreallybeingabletothinkforyourselfanymore computer. I like this last one because it's easy. Its like me and math. The higher levels of math I enroll myself in, the more lower level math gets pushed out of my brain. The more internet/tv/blogging news there is, the more paper media gets shat on.

The article also makes the point that middle-of-the-road news just doesn't make the cut anymore. This is true. Even on TV, I really don't like all the mumbo jumbo news they show on bipartisan networks anymore (Not that many stations are REALLY bipartisan anymore). I like, no LOVE John Stewart and Stephen Colbert. I am a flaming democrat. If you couldn't tell. I get more news from their scathing remarks than I ever would from CSPAN, CNN, NBC, or even FOX NEWS combined. They tell stories that may have been mundane in their purest forms, and they tack sequins, goose feathers, show girl makeup, and a unitard to those stories and parade them around like you are in Las Vegas. I like this. I listen to this, and I even can disagree with this. When I watch these shows (Countdown with Keith Oberman or Rachel Maddow Show), I find myself actually taking in the news and deciding for myself just how much to believe, how much to reject, and what to disagree with.

News papers may be used more and more as streak free window cleaners, but news sites will always flourish. Until the next better thing comes along. Reporters need to have a job and citizens need fodder. The news will never go out of style. There is always something new for people to grab onto. Blogging about blogging about news and how news has evolved is not really the best way to change the world. But saving the world, one tree at a time, is a good thing. So let the people eat cake-let them have their new-age news and post-technoboom rioting. It's the news that needs to change.

New Moon Smile

I love Twilight. I know it sounds cliche and dull now, but I have loved Twilight since before it was cool to love Twilight. I love re-reading the book and must say I was not deterred by the movie. Unlike some of my friends, I was able to separate the movie from the books and so enjoyed the sweeping filmography and contrasted blue lighting. And now comes the second movie in the series. New Moon. For those who have not read the book or have even come out from under their rock since 2007, I will explain. This book was stressful. It was not just stressful, it consumed my life for the two days it took for me to read it. I must have burned a million calories just from how fast my heart was beating. Edward left. Edward LEFT HIS LOVE!!!! And these books are not just books you can look at and say, "aww poor Bella, I'm sorry." NO! These are books that make you feel personally offended whenever something happens that shouldn't. This is the connection I have formed with the Twilight series. This is why some people love me and some people despise me. This is why my boyfriend covers his eyes everytime a preview comes on. And tries to grab his hand away before I can squeeze the life out of it.

I realized yesterday as I was watching TV that I have completely gone off the deep end. Before anything came on the screen, I was reclining, no particular look on my face except possibly apathy. I heard the music before I saw it. It was sort of golden red lighting and I knew what that meant. I sat straight up in bed and had the largest grin ever on my face. My mouth was open. As the werewolf jumped over Bella's head, I actually squeeked. I was butt-bouncing on the bed, too excited to sit still. My heart raced and I felt some flutterings where I never thought I would for a fictional character. I don't just love this, I am IN LOVE with this. I can already feel the anxiety from when Edward leaves. I can already feel myself osmosing into the screen, wanting to be her even though I hate Kristen Stewart. I love this rush. I love that it bugs people and that I can't control myself or the involuntary noises which sprout from having a life which revolves around some mythical creatures and a town which I HAVE BEEN TO (when I was a little kid before the series even had been thought up)!!! So you know that you can expect me to show up to the theater wearing my Forks, WA shirt. And a peacoat. And my hair down.

And I will love every minute of it.

Gaia

She walked along the concrete
Watching daisies sprout behind her
Footsteps
Wilted grass with life pumped
Into it
She breathed life into death
Stared him in the eyes
And
Walked forward

Ghetto

I’ve got a little ghetto in me
I ride with my bass up loud
Windows rattling
So what if what I’m
Bumping
Is Britney Spears, Ratatat or
Muse
I have swagger in my hips
And I can pop lock and drop it
My ass is made for grooving
Even if my hair is in
Pigtails, I’m wearing
A turtle neck
And sneakers
I’m sorry if my boobs fit
Into my shirt
My skirt
Covers my junk
And I like dancing
Mostly upright
I’ve got a little ghetto in me
My apologies that
I get straight “a’s”
And I still go out on the weekends
With the general respect
Of my parents
Go ahead and go salsa dancing
With your confusion
At my paradox
I bump and grind with mine
Because you know what?
Why not wrap yourself in
Contradictions
My diction is correct but my moves
Are questionable
And when I pull up at a light
Yes
I want to be noticed
So my bass goes up
And I feel
People around me feel
The beat in their hearts
Like it jumpstarted
Something long dormant
I’ve got a little ghetto in me

Kentucky

This place gets under your skin
Like you were cut with a blade
Of bluegrass
And stitched together with
Warm memories and orange leaves
This place is a Clair de Lune moment
Every time you drive
Up and down the contours of a
Life built on land and cattle and horse
This place gets under your skin
This is the kingdom of heaven
Each tree and hill and pasture
Contains a story of a life
They survived
This place gets under your skin
Like a lover who kisses
Your bruises
And tells you they love you
As they wrap their lips around
The cut you got
When you fell from grace
And tells you
This place gets under their skin
Too

Love Affair

She had a love affair
with Thornton Wilder
With a side note of
ee cummings
hugging his spine to
her chest
throbbing between her breasts
she could feel his
proud dream horse
and the skin of his teeth
scraping against her neck
they drove her
mad
they lived in Our Town
shaking it up
between their covers
her blond hair
getting stuck between their
pages
it was wilder in
their lives now and they
were
e....e....cumming
“Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,”
gushing Buffalo Bill’s Defunct
between green mountains
they were the queens of france
jumping with the ringing of doorbells
worried
their spoils may be
discovered
she had a love affair
with poetry
with a side note of
prose, plays, and prophets
she longed for her fingers
thumbing the
paper
her nails collecting
smooth, juicy
verbs
they were doing things
you could never imagine