Hi! Today was a fun and interesting day. I really got a lot of thinking & talking done. It was everything I wanted in this day! This song was the resulting inspiration from today:
At The Beginning
Anastasia
We were strangers
Starting out on a journey
Never dreaming what wed have to go through
Now here we are
And I'm suddenly standing
At the beginning with you
No one told me, that I was going to find you
Unexpected, what you did to my heart
When I lost hope
You were there to remind me
This is the start
We were strangers
On a crazy adventure
Never dreaming that dreams would come true
Now here we stand unafraid of the future
At the beginning with you
Knew there was somebody somewhere
Like me alone in the dark
Now I know that my dream will live on
I've been waiting so long
Nothings gonna tear us apart
Life is a road I wanna keep going
Love is a river I want to keep flowing
Life is road now and forever
Wonderful journey
I'll be there when the world stops turning
I'll be there when the storm is through
In the end I wanna be standing
At the beginning with you Introduction
This song means a lot to me. First, it makes me think about Ritchie and I standing at the beginning of our graduate school journey's not even having chosen potential programs! It's kind of scary thinking about all the rejection, but I would not chose anyone else to do this with! I am thinking and re-thinking on whether or not to apply primarily to masters or doctoral programs, only because my GPA will not really be competitive by the time that I am done with undergrad. I will most likey do the masters-to-doctoral degree instead of direct doctoral track straight from undergrad. The song to me is also reflecting the journey of finding myself, and really, the process of discovering me. This is also very scary because I never know what I am going to find through meditation, and sitting in front of this computer and typing. Blogging is king-of fun though, it's kind of like oooh, what am I going to reflect on today? HAHA
ON TO PHILOSOPHY
This class is SO cool. It's funny though, because I thought it was going to be stupid because the teacher is kind of intense, but it's a great class, and I really enjoy the pace of it. Everyday we are looking at various female artists and discussing how they have individually contributed to the world of art and feminist movement. The question I have is, because of how our culture is socially structured, there really is no way to "fix" the problem of the heteropatriarchal positive society. In her paper, Linda Nochlin discusses the concept of how fixed our society is and the idea that how women working SO hard to be on the same level as men, is inherently separating themselves from men AND puting this on this figurative pedistal, which is perpetuating the way things are in society to begin with! How can we stop this? Is there even a way?
Next
Upon coming home, Ritchie and I sat out on the porch and compaired what Cosmo claims are 75 sex tips from real men, to what is really sexy to us. Some of these tips were completely ridiculous. I mean, one of the tips were, "To really show me that you want me, rub your fingers very, very, slowly down my leg and I am all yours." That is just STUPID. Rubbing down ones leg is rubbing AWAY from the area you want to stimulate to begin with, and rubbing very very slowly with your fingers is just awkward. Good grief charlie brown.
Moving on
I suppose I will not be to long-winded in this one, I will just keep this short and sweet. Macgruber was a HILARIOUS movie, my summer philosophy class ROCKS, Ritchie is the best thing since sliced bread, I WILL sing again, and am going to start going to The Open Door Studios in the fall and DANCE damnit, and the more I write and find artistic creativity, the more I feel at peace with myself. I will figure out how I feel about my family at some point, but until then, I will live and be myself without fail!
Conclusion
Watch Macgruber. If you see it in a theater, or wait for it to appear on Redbox, WATCH IT! HAHA!! As promised, here is another one of my favorite poems:
Where The Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Now, I must resign to my homework. Peace out my homies.
-Desi
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