Technology: What modern technology would you have trouble living without
My computer I suppose is the one thing I don't think I could live without although I'm sure I would return to good old fashion pen and paper (that I have been known to do even recently). I have had a computer for so long now I almost can't recall what life was before these silly machines. I received my first box (a Vic20) in 1985 and have been a wannabe computer geek ever since. The list of crazy machines gets worse but now I'm happy with my hand me down homemade machine full of misc. bits and pieces and running on Ubuntu8.0 (Linux), of course my trusty laptop ( a vintage 1999 HP Pavillon N series) is a treasure I won't easily let go of (until I can afford a newer one of course) I love taking my ideas with me and will be using it to teach two classes in our homeschool co-op Winter Term 2009.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Trying something new...
So since I've been away from this blog for a while I decided I needed to get back into the writing, whatever that may be... I found a blog today OneMinuteWriter and decided that made sense. I will try and write a little each day on this blog even if it is just ramblings (for those that know me, it may be a lot of ramblings)...
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
another poem
***I can't remember exactly when I wrote this, 1996 or 1997 comes to mind.... it was one of several on a missing disk I found this evening..***
Time stands still
The moment is ours
To share and remember
To carry forward if we choose.
A whisper, a kiss,
Shared silence.
Passing in the dark
To spirits dancing in the clouds.
Stand for a moment
Wait for that moment
Our moment will come
If fate and time are paired as one
A moment will be ours
That moment shall come.
Time stands still
The moment is ours
To share and remember
To carry forward if we choose.
A whisper, a kiss,
Shared silence.
Passing in the dark
To spirits dancing in the clouds.
Stand for a moment
Wait for that moment
Our moment will come
If fate and time are paired as one
A moment will be ours
That moment shall come.
Poem from January 8,2008
Hearts racing
Only time will tell
What this moment means
Fingers intertwined
A single thought
A kiss
That changes everything
Pausing
Stop the breathing
What next
Which way
Questions
Thoughts
Answers
More questions
This moment
Another moment
What does it all mean?
Confusion
No
LOVE
Only time will tell
What this moment means
Fingers intertwined
A single thought
A kiss
That changes everything
Pausing
Stop the breathing
What next
Which way
Questions
Thoughts
Answers
More questions
This moment
Another moment
What does it all mean?
Confusion
No
LOVE
A Poem from my archive
Tonight my love and I have found ourselves
Fate hath smiled once again on the hearts of the young.
With sweet tenderness, he will lead my heart on a journey
Beyond time and understanding to a place far beyond the reaches of humanity.
Tonight and every night I shall fall asleep and journey
To our place among the angels.
The reflections of bliss shine as out light,
Guiding our footsteps toward the one spot
Somewhere between heaven and earth where angel's tear of joy flow
Like a stream past our feet.
Together we are guided on a journey of the heart.
To venture forth and seek true love and happiness.
Here there is not time, no reality, nothing to forsake our lover
The passion our souls have come to share.
With every tender touch, every solemn breath,
Every lasting moment the unconquered passion will dwell.
Tonight and forever, I have seen our place.
Above the clouds and below the heavens,
That one last place untouched by human hands,
Pure and unscathed.
Nothing shall keep my heart away,
My soul is yours and I give myself
Freely and openly for your guidance
Keep every moment pure and sweet.
Never allow our place to be touched by the terror of human hands.
In mind and in spirit I will join you there.
To love and be loved.
In purity and honor of unforsaken love.
****This was written in 1997 and is one of my favorites****
Doesn't have anything to do with the novel per say, but I'm moving my MySpace Blogs so thought this is where it should be.
Fate hath smiled once again on the hearts of the young.
With sweet tenderness, he will lead my heart on a journey
Beyond time and understanding to a place far beyond the reaches of humanity.
Tonight and every night I shall fall asleep and journey
To our place among the angels.
The reflections of bliss shine as out light,
Guiding our footsteps toward the one spot
Somewhere between heaven and earth where angel's tear of joy flow
Like a stream past our feet.
Together we are guided on a journey of the heart.
To venture forth and seek true love and happiness.
Here there is not time, no reality, nothing to forsake our lover
The passion our souls have come to share.
With every tender touch, every solemn breath,
Every lasting moment the unconquered passion will dwell.
Tonight and forever, I have seen our place.
Above the clouds and below the heavens,
That one last place untouched by human hands,
Pure and unscathed.
Nothing shall keep my heart away,
My soul is yours and I give myself
Freely and openly for your guidance
Keep every moment pure and sweet.
Never allow our place to be touched by the terror of human hands.
In mind and in spirit I will join you there.
To love and be loved.
In purity and honor of unforsaken love.
****This was written in 1997 and is one of my favorites****
Doesn't have anything to do with the novel per say, but I'm moving my MySpace Blogs so thought this is where it should be.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
A Director a home.
Addie walked calmly into the theatre office with only the slightest sign of nerves. This was her chance to shine. Theatre was a new undertaking for her, almost by accident. Not sure what to expect she waited.
After what seemed like hours, Sheila's office door opened and Addie realized she was home. Sheila appeared grouf on the outside but something told Addie it was safe her and she was taking on a wonderful adventure.
"You think you are up to this? I ask alot of my assistant directors and I don't like excuses later on. I'm telling you now, this isn't for softies." Sheila's voice rose over the sounds of students changing classes.
"I'm up to it, I want a challenge, something new." Addie stiffened. 'don't slouch, be strong for crying out loud'. This was it. Everything was falling into place.
"Here is the script, read it, know it. I want you to know every line backwards and forwards, feel the emotions of the characters, and understand the tone of the show. Your first job will be to pick out the backgrounds, I've never really liked doing that so here are the sketches from the Art Department. Let me know before class in the morning so they can get started. The cast auditions are Thursday so you'd better get reading. Oh and use this reading as your write up for class. Being Assistant Director does have some benefits."
Addie sighed a little relief, "Thank you"
"Don't thank me yet child.."
Sheila returned to her office leaving Addie in the office on her own.
BUZZZZZZZ
There was the bell, Addie turned and rushed for her next class already late but not caring. She was home.
After what seemed like hours, Sheila's office door opened and Addie realized she was home. Sheila appeared grouf on the outside but something told Addie it was safe her and she was taking on a wonderful adventure.
"You think you are up to this? I ask alot of my assistant directors and I don't like excuses later on. I'm telling you now, this isn't for softies." Sheila's voice rose over the sounds of students changing classes.
"I'm up to it, I want a challenge, something new." Addie stiffened. 'don't slouch, be strong for crying out loud'. This was it. Everything was falling into place.
"Here is the script, read it, know it. I want you to know every line backwards and forwards, feel the emotions of the characters, and understand the tone of the show. Your first job will be to pick out the backgrounds, I've never really liked doing that so here are the sketches from the Art Department. Let me know before class in the morning so they can get started. The cast auditions are Thursday so you'd better get reading. Oh and use this reading as your write up for class. Being Assistant Director does have some benefits."
Addie sighed a little relief, "Thank you"
"Don't thank me yet child.."
Sheila returned to her office leaving Addie in the office on her own.
BUZZZZZZZ
There was the bell, Addie turned and rushed for her next class already late but not caring. She was home.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Lights....
(this might seem a little random, but this is my place to doodle and think out loud)
White, no salmon, perhaps a hint of blue to cool it off. Don't cross them, avoid the hot spots.
Watch your shadows, stay inside the curtain. The curtain!
White, no salmon, perhaps a hint of blue to cool it off. Don't cross them, avoid the hot spots.
Watch your shadows, stay inside the curtain. The curtain!
Adrianna???
I'm still not sure of the Heroine's name... Adrianna seems like such a big name, I'm still thinking of her a small image among the vastness of her stage.
Since this is a work in progress bear with me as it might change as some point.
Since this is a work in progress bear with me as it might change as some point.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
First Curtain
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Adrianna awoke excited and anxious. This was it, her first piano recital, the song wasn't important nor was the location... As a young student she prepared herself for this moment, her moment to shine.
(the photo is me at age 5 at my first recital, it is actually one of the photos that gave me the idea for this writing exercise)
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Casting Call
The cast of characters is so imese, I expect the inital Casting Call will take a while. If you think you might know a character well enough, feel free to introduce yourself. Keep in mind names are not necessarily real and this is a fictional work although based on my own experiences.
Our Herorine: She is a student, although throughout the story she will be shown as various ages. She is fair skinned, long medium brown hair and deep green eyes... Approximately 5' 6" and medium build... OK so that is lame generic crap... so who is she? She is a little of everyone and a lot of me. Adrianna is the middle of 4 children and is a dreamer. We will get to know her through her stories and see the world through her eyes.
The Hero: That character is actually many characters. There have been many Heroes in my life as well as Adrianna's. Our Heroes must be strong willed and experienced in their area. Actors, Directors, Teachers, and the like will be great influences in the story as well as bring underlying sub plots into play.
Supporting Characters:
Friends: Both guys and girls although her closest friends always seem to be guys (that will be a sub plot along the way I'm sure)
Family: Three siblings; a younger sister, an older sister and an older brother. When we meet our Heroine her parents are living as well as a Grandmother who's eccentricities will weave a layer into the life of Adrianna and her understanding on various aspects of the curtains. Various other family members may be introduced when the story calls them in.
Our Herorine: She is a student, although throughout the story she will be shown as various ages. She is fair skinned, long medium brown hair and deep green eyes... Approximately 5' 6" and medium build... OK so that is lame generic crap... so who is she? She is a little of everyone and a lot of me. Adrianna is the middle of 4 children and is a dreamer. We will get to know her through her stories and see the world through her eyes.
The Hero: That character is actually many characters. There have been many Heroes in my life as well as Adrianna's. Our Heroes must be strong willed and experienced in their area. Actors, Directors, Teachers, and the like will be great influences in the story as well as bring underlying sub plots into play.
Supporting Characters:
Friends: Both guys and girls although her closest friends always seem to be guys (that will be a sub plot along the way I'm sure)
Family: Three siblings; a younger sister, an older sister and an older brother. When we meet our Heroine her parents are living as well as a Grandmother who's eccentricities will weave a layer into the life of Adrianna and her understanding on various aspects of the curtains. Various other family members may be introduced when the story calls them in.
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