You probably think by now there is no structure to this site, and no method to my madness. You would be right to think that, yet you would also be wrong. The blog is random, sort of. There is no certain topic attached to it yet it always speaks about the same thing. If you have payed attention you probably noticed by now, the site is about me. Ill admit it might come of as a bit presumptuous or narcissistic, not unlike the author at times. But, this is me. A series of disjointed thoughts and ideas brought together by... well I am not sure to be honest.
The site was first supposed to be a fictional account of life events that may or may not have happened to me, but that quickly changed. After writing my first post i was no longer content with doing that, and after changing subjects and writing a second post the same thing happened. Story of my life. I am now letting things take their natural course and let the blog be whatever it wants to be, meanwhile I will just write.
I flex my fingers and crack my knuckles. A symbolic gesture mostly, but one that signals that I am ready to begin. Or so I believe. In reality I am sitting in front of my computer trying to come up with something witty or clever to begin a new post, yet nothing comes. "Writer's block" I think to myself jokingly. Not that I think its really the case. I can write, but i am no writer. I can put out word after word, yet I cant make them sing. Its not about grammar errors or structure issues, even though I got plenty of those. There is something else, something that I lack and can not put to words. So alas I am no writer, but I write. Not right now though, now I am just sitting here in front of the computer with nothing to write about. Well, more like everything to write about yet no idea how to do it. After a while the words start to come, slowly at first but quickly gaining momentum. Before I know it I am typing furiously, going from one sentence to the next and then.... I am done. My work is finished, but i am not sure if it is a good one. It will have to do for now though, I cant think of anything else again.
I learn a lot, as i travel. Learn about new cultures, ideas, and ways of life. I learn about myself too. Traveling has a special quality unmatched by any other activity i can think of, and what joy i find in traveling comes not from the destination, but from the journey. No matter the method of travel i choose i can always sit back and enjoy the ride. No matter the backdrop there is always something to discover hidden away in plain sight, and it can only be seen by eyes unfamiliar with the setting. Be it the forest or the city, both hide wonders only those with wanderlust can see, and there are many ways to go about it. Flying, driving, riding, walking, and even dreaming. They all have their merits. When you fly you get to see the world as a map laid down before you, and to realize how close and far we all are. When you drive you become a fixed point in time, as the world moves around you. Walking gives you more of a hands-on experience than the rest, and more time to appreciate your surroundings. I also find that whenever i walk somewhere that place is forever bound to me by memory, and i can always find it no matter where i am. Of all the shapes travels can take, only dreams are truly limitless. Dreams can come to life at night during your sleep or during the day while you are wide awake. They mix fantasy and reality to create the ultimate form of travel, one that is not bound by any shackles. Yet as limitless and full of possibilities as dreams are, they can never compare to reality. We can walk, ride or fly to travel through space. We can remember to travel through time. And we can dream to travel anywhere.
Pulitzer Prize, New Hampshire (1924) Honorary degree, Yale University (1924) Russell Loines Poetry Prize (1931) Pulitzer Prize, Collected Poems (1931) Honorary degree, Dartmouth College (1933) Pulitzer Prize, A Further Range (1937) Honorary degree, Harvard University (1937) Gold Medal for Poetry, National Institute of Arts and Letters (1939) Gold Medal, Poetry Society of America (1941) Honorary degree, Princeton University (1941) Pulitzer Prize, A Witness Tree (1943) First Annual Poetry Award, Boston Arts Festival (1954) Medal for Distinguished Service, Theodore Roosevelt Society (1954) Honorary degree, Oxford University (1957) Honorary degree, Cambridge University (1957) Gold Medal for Distinguished Service, Poetry Society of America (1958) Emerson-Thoreau Medal, American Academy of Arts and Sciences (1958) Medal for Achievements in the Arts, Signet Society, Harvard College (1958) Congressional Gold Medal (1960) Poet Laureate of Vermont (1961) Edward MacDowell Medal (1962) Bollingen Prize in Poetry (1963)
Can you even have a proper blog without a post such as this? Yeah you certainly can, but i think it adds flavor to it. There are many ways i could approach this subject, but ill go with a simple one. Name, reason why i like it and trailer.
These are some of my favorite movies, separated by genre.
Serenity:
A space western. How crazy is that? This move has a nice blend of action and comedy, and also features a cast likable anti-hero like characters. It takes some established tropes and turns them over their head, which makes for nice twists. It has some romantic elements, but doesn't let them ruin the overarching plot of the movie, which is really nice.
The Babadook:
This movie is a breath of fresh air for the horror genre. It has a nice amount of mystery, just enough to keep you guessing. It doesn't fall into the classic tropes these movies do, it has a nice amount of character development and the plot also develops at a nice pace. There is a transition midway through the movie which is delivered masterfully, and doesn't feel tacky in any way.
What if? (or the f-word):
This is a romantic comedy unlike many others. While the overarching plot is not something really new, its the way its delivered that makes it shine. The characters feel real, and easy to connect with. This is thanks in no small part to the acting from both leads. Their acting is superb. They know how to sell the joys and pains of their lives and relations.Also the comedy is born out of their interaction and jokes, and not just due to "funny" situations like usual. Last but not least the soundtrack is amazing.
The princess bride:
This movie is so freaking good. I am not sure i can even describe why it is so good, but ill give it a shot. For starters, the dialogue. The lines in this movie are so good i could write a whole post just about quotes, and maybe i will. This is one of the reasons it has a huge cult following. The movie is many things: a tale of vengeance, a romantic story, a story of treason and many more things. Even so none of these conflict with the other, and only server to enrich the movie.
So it comes the time when i have to write about the class, and write i will. When i started the class i was not sure what to expect. I loved my two previous English classes, yet they were different in their approach and focus. This time was no different from the rest, yet it was. Throughout the semester i was thought about literature, poetry, drama, and many more things.
I learned about detail, seeing between the lines. Uncovering the meanings behind hidden in plain sight. Of character, of plot, of devices to enhance the work before me. I learned a great deal about many things when it comes to English, but also some things about myself. I am talking about the blog.
At first the idea of the blog both excited and annoyed me. I've always toyed with writing, yet deep down i knew my lazyness and procrastination would keep me from delivering my work on time. I was not wrong. I am sitting in the dinner while i write these words, mere minutes before the class starts. Its hard to teach an old dog new tricks. Still i write. For the last semester whenever the issue of the blog reared its head, my own was filled with infinite possibilities and ideas for it that never materialized. Whenever i did write for it i deeply enjoyed the experience, even if sometimes i would go back and delete my own work. I am not satisfied with the output, mostly because it what it could be. Even so, i like what i have done so far.
In the end this might not be quite what professor Candia or i wanted, but it is something alright. It is my hope that this is only the beginning. The spark needed to do more, yet sadly i know myself far too well. The future of the blog is uncertain, but its present is comforting. It is proof that a class can teach through unconventional means, and proof i can do something interesting if i at least try.
