February 27, 2009


don't know if it happens to you often, but i sometimes have a reoccurring theme, they show up in conversations and at random times. Like lately it's been letters. I was asked to write one, and then in class I read 6 from WWI, also I taught a lesson at church about letters. So what is life trying to teach me, why letters? The one I recently wrote was not an easy one to write, I wanted to pour my heart into it. Who knows what the reader felt when they received it, all i hope is that it was taken well. Letters to me have a kind way of being. They are not presumptuous, but just are and one can go back to them at any time. A long time ago, i wrote myself a letter and then opened it a year later at the schedule date. Letters are just powerful and that power has been present lately.

here is an excerpt from my assignment on one of the letters from WWI and my teacher's response, I have also linked the actual letter if you want to read it, very interesting history from a soldier's point of view.
ME : ......After the details of his last bloody encounter he then finishes with focusing on his wife. He asked her how she’s doing and how he misses her. He recollects the memory of them sitting by the lake. He’s sweet and humorous. I like this part the best, he seems brave, sweet and even concern tells her to take care of herself. I find this funny when he’s in the middle of war and she’s in a safer place than he is. How hard it must have been to be in those trenches for so long?.........This week has been the week of letters I wrote one myself and then I read all of these. There is something special about letters, receiving them in the mail and writing them to someone. It’s almost a lost art. Maybe I’m just a romantic, and so the letter by Edward Luckert to me was sincere, I just don’t see the point in writing and communicating to love ones, especially during that time when it was very difficult to communicate, and not putting real sentiments and just writing about the bloody events of war.
TEACHER: It seems to be a common theme- love, love for ones at home. I think that knowledge that someone is there for you can be a very powerful, persuasive force. All human beings desire to feeling valued. All creatures may in general. I'm not a fish, so I don't know. =) I agree. Letters are a somewhat lost art. I recently received one that made deep impression based on the sincerity and concern expressed. I did not know the friendship was valued so much, either. In return, I sent one to a young person in my neighborhood that is an exceptional individual, but gets teased for it. I relayed how proud I was of them and who they were and to never forget that. There is something "romantic" about letters, even if they are not always about an "in love" romance. Some very nice thoughts. Thank you.

February 26, 2009

dim and quiet
guitar strumming
i sit quietly
listening to thoughts pass
waves are in my eyes
are we to far gone?
can nothing be done?
all i know
it's all i know
you have it all

February 20, 2009

latin rock....umm more like Latin Indie

Juana Molina * Un dia (one day)

February 19, 2009

i'm good and i'm gone

like this song....2 different versions one in a cab and the other in a bathroom, i think the acoustic is brilliant.The last on is the album version...

the original video is here : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30fSrn7MlmU

February 17, 2009

My 34th birthday

My birthday was on Sunday. I spent most of my day in my room, writing a 4 page photograph analysis . You know i can't remember the last time I had a birthday cake. It just not right! for dinner I had left over carrot soup I made a few days before. Where was my family you ask ?(here i live with them). It's always a little strange to admit when your family is lacking in something. Well this is not a pity party for me or a trash my family post. But I have to admit I learned Sunday, that I like to be appreciated on my birthday. One day out of the year that they could have made dinner thinking about me (I'm allergic to wheat). It would have been nice to be considered on my birthday. No birthday cake, not even dinner. I was upset and then I got over it, all the birthday wishes on facebook from friends and acquaintances help me with that.

I want to remember your birthday and celebrate your life. I don't want to forget it and certainly don't want to have it pass by just like any other day. When I was little my birthday parties were huge, my mom would spend months preparing. She would even make a pinata by hand ,usually in the form of a character I had requested. What happened? I'm in my 30's, am I to old to celebrate with cake? I don't think so, age is not a requirement for blowingout candels, well maybe if you're on a respirator. Anyways my frustration was expressed, because one thing that is not lacking from my family is communication, we get everything out, almost to a fault. I just wondered do I treat other people the same way? I hope not. The next day was my father's birthday, well I made sure he had a cake, so I baked it, even if i couldn't partake because it was made out of wheat, that wasn't the point. I wanted him to feel loved and cared for on HIS day.