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Daily Archives Friday, January 2008

We Are Distracted by Michael Shay

In the second paragraph, he writes about his 8 year old son scaling a Colorado rock face (though he qualifies it with “I think” which is a nice touch): We look up and Kevin never looks down…. None of this is really explicitly wrong (of course, I don’t actually know what it’s like for Kevin, but I assume this is a more general take on AD/HD.

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Un-Braided Essay

I’ve played music since I could read: piano, clarinet then sax then guitar and back to piano…… Even on guitar, once I was finally playing music I loved, I would learn pieces here and there, or play the whole song from written music.

Posted 11 January 2008 † Yuletide § Braided § Creative Nonfiction § Exercises § Shorts § Writing ‡ Comments (1) °

Enter the Blessed Ones

Now your average human being watches one channel, then maybe changes to another channel by pressing a button, and then when that program is over they change to a different channel, or wait to see what’s on next, and so on and so forth…. My room is often a reflection of this state (the disorder, not the thriving) and I can see it acting as both a symptom of, and the contributor to my continued disorder, both resulting from and furthering this chaos Distractions, distractible, distracted—in some settings clearly an unproductive behavior, but in others quite the opposite.

Posted 11 January 2008 † Yuletide § Creative Nonfiction § Finished § Work in Progress ‡ Comments (5) ° Tagged: ,

Quotes for Today

The problem is finding the correct organic shape and emotional shape for a piece…. You have to strip yourself of all your disguises, some of which you didn’t know you had.

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Fernando and Marisela by Bruce Berger

In fact, it doesn’t seem all that clear that Berger knows any more about his reasons for holding on to this scrap than he did at first.

…The entire fantasy world that the narrator has conjured up is summarily torn down, revealing that the very desert that so amazingly preserved his snapshot, is less and less able to keep what we throw away …

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