Anyway, I do digress. I came upon my blog, as I have many a times in my hiatus from blogging. Hopefully I will continue to keep this blog alive and perhaps even add a few works I have written elsewhere since I took my break from this humble medium of communication.

Just something to think about. I know I am.

Anyway, here are a few more daybook entries that I happen to fancy.

December 3, 2009

It’s long black shadow slyly inched its way around the majestic art for which scrape the grayish blue night sky above. Inside the cunning shadow, a family sit. The mother snobbishly situated toward the front perched high on her own esteem. A glass sculpture in her hand filled to the rum with the envious blood she sips. Next to her a masculine man, his arms around hers. The look in his face timid yet stern as he lay his eyes on her face. Yet she refuses to give back even the slightest gesture. Farther down, at the back, sits a small child. Ignorant to the happenings of the man and woman in front of him, he gazes out at the buildings as they swiftly pass him by. Above him, nothing more then the meticulous craft of engineering and God’s land. He would’ve never guessed that this very night in the silent hallowed vehicle would be the last night he ever saw the wonderland of New York City.

December 17, 2009

Gloomy thoughts lingered high over the head of Madam Lobestal as she pondered upon the day now passed. Her son now dead, daughter distraught, and husband of the living dead, it seemed as if she was the only sane being of the household, perhaps world. However, in an effort to not allow her thoughts to devour her and preserve her corpse of a soul, she would spend half an hour everyday looking up at the detail on her master bedroom ceiling. As she sit, life drained from her body, staring at the master artwork, she would cry allowing her every problem to drain from her body as tears swiftly slid down her cheeks.

And at the end of it all, Madam Lobestal would tackle sleep, and then the next gloomy day ahead.

Okay, so this daybook entry called for a story written by us of which had to include a girl, tree, sunset, clown, AND dog. But I forgot the dog. Which, by the way, is easily fixed but I’d rather keep the story as it was when I read it to the class.

Here it is:
 
The sun’s golden main was now half hidden from view as Mitchel and Isabella sit perched upon the masculine tan arm of the autumn tree. Magic filled the air as Mitchel looked down at the brass earth below and said, “Isabella, today was amazing. The smile on your face at the Fall Festival, the way you spoke so gentle and innocent at lunch, and now the way your emerald eyes look into mine as I speak before you.” Isabella became lost in the words like a ship with no motor in calm waters. Lost, as the ship is, beauty surrounds it’s ever guest. With this Mitchel continued as he one again gazed upon the leaf filled ground below, “Take a look below us, there is something I want you to see.” And with this Isabella’s emerald green eyes shifted from the image of Mitchel with a sepia tone glow his body’s every line and curve, to the rustic ground below. Out from a bush popped a clown for whom held a sign as he ran. Once still he paused, darted his head upward, and with it the sign that read, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Naturally as I listen to music, I imagine the stage production of it. And with that, the lighting scheme. Thus I’m enjoying Tech Theatre II as we learn lighting a stage for theatre. However the recent assignment to light our theatre to a song of your choice was stunning. And thus I’ve used myDMX by American DJ to practice programming a show. Here are some screen shots of the stage from both the performers perspective and the audiences.

For this I used all spots and no washes. Thus the stage looks as if it’s meant for a rock concert. Which floats my boat because I like the unlimited boundaries of an artists ability to light a rock concert versus the theatre production for which has many boundaries.

Well that’s all I wanted to share.

An applause filled the cluttered New York skyline as the Today Show hosts made their way to the gigantic crowd outside the Rockefeller Studio’s. Beauty, as they so possessed, threw itself at the crowd. Canvassing the area with their watery blue eyes, they began to search for a victim of their famous five seconds of fame when a sound was heard off in the distance. Diminishing as it was, everyone froze in terror. Embedded on screens all across the nation was a sense of tragedy. Fear raced down the nerves of every American, big or small. Groups of emergency vehicles began flooding the streets of the square toward the sound. Half the population stood in silence. Involuntarily people began to break down when reality hit; for their loved ones lives lay at stake. Jumping through obstacles high and tall, with adrenaline rushing threw every last mortals body, they began to evacuate. Kindling off in the distance, across the Hudson River were two giants. Limb over limb people continued to poor from the tunnels, bridges, and streets. Mortified people at homes TV’s began to take a closer look. Numbness filled the brain, then the body. Oppressed by the actions of the metal birds, people gazed, awestruck, at their televisions. People threw themselves out of the sky and down to the streets to escape the fiery inferno at their own expense quickly meeting death at half the fall, and well gone by the moment of gory impact. Quirk as the event may be, it unfolded right before their eyes. Round and round events seemed to turn that day as yet another bright metal bird found its way into the heart of the sky giants twin. Seizure spread across the land as images of burning victims waving white flags and humans hurling to the ground flash across televisions. The terror stricken area of Manhattan had been cleared. Uttering words of goodbye from the top of the sky giant, one man prepared for death which he know looked directly in the eye. Vexed as the sky giants feel to their knees, Americans wept in grief and despair. Woken to a day of depression, loved ones everywhere rose to the news as the sun climbed over the California Rocky Mountain horizon. X-rays of this country have never quite been the same. Yielding a sense of bitterness and despair. Zest will forever lack from the zoo that was the World Trade Center and now stands as Ground Zero.

October 7th, 2009

You are nothing to me but a smear on the morning paper. Your presence nothing, your feelings empty, your existence anything but. There comes a time when one looses hope, gives up, and does there best to move on. For how hard do you expect me to try to get your attention? Could a simple “hi” not suffice? And thus I sit here in the cafeteria of this empty institution glancing at you from the corner of my eye wishing you could be mine but now angry at how you shun your eye to me. I guess it’s time to make you part of my nonexistent past; for now I must bid all thoughts of you good bye and shut Emily up for she wants my desert and she proclaims it loudly screaming, “Would you like your desert!”

September 30th, 2009

It was a quiet spring afternoon in the French Quarter. The sun shinning bring against the cobblestone streets aged and shaped. Lined on the street were rich, vibrant, green plants acting as decoration for the artwork that was the marvelous architecture of the French Quarter. Seated in front of a French Cafe were a couple. All around them the atmosphere relaxed and pleasant. As the weightier left in his royal blue velvet top and white trousers the man pulled himself into the girl. Her eyes blue as the oceans water, her outfit hugging every last curve of her perfectly sculpted body. She looked into his eyes, and him to hers. His lips began to move, music now come from with-in his heart, “I love you Sara. I love you more then my hearts greatest desire and thus I tell you this…” His pale hand moved over hers and he continued saying. “…To be able to have you as mine I have dropped the project.” A tear began to run down Sara’s face. Inside the speck of pure water lie the feeling of true love, the feeling of importance, yet at the same time guilty. For she did not want to be the reason he gave up fame, glory, and honor. “Do not make me your reason for being. For I am but a girl, found in abundance all over the world. But this opportunity not nearly in abundance.” “Girls are found everywhere, and opportunities came again, but this feeling we share only comes once.” It was from that moment on that Sara knew she had the one.

September 22nd, 2009

Ignorance is bliss. Blindness is absolute happiness. For when we as humans shun an eye to an area of ignorance, ignorance turns to stupidity. Allow to me to back track… Each of us as individuals contain certain knowledge others don’t. Our knowledge unique and special; something other’s don’t understand. This special knowledge can defy popular belief, contradict the mainstream of society, and challenge educational philosophy at it’s highest. However it is this exact knowledge that allows for us to contribute. Now back to the basic idea. Our knowledge is based off our idea’s, background, and pursuits which are unique for everyone. There for ignorance of others to an unknown field or idea is often misunderstood and shun. Then the voluntary idea of shunning a blind eye to the unknown appears. The idea of not understanding and refusing to understand. This is when ignorance turns to stupidity. And with stupidity comes the refusal to learn and thus ignorance has no excuse. How much of the worlds ignorance is really stupidity? Just something to think about.

September 21st, 2009

Sitting at lunch today the never ending, seemingly unexplainable inner debate on culture arose. As the southern country girl spoke on her misunderstanding of our Northern ideals and qualities the debate because a but clearer. Our eye’s only open as wide as we wish. Essentially “reality” is nonexistent and the normal view but a myth. For when you look at the larger picture your perception on life, reality, and the norm is based off your environment. It’s a battle for location and upbringing. And when you zoom out just a tad farther you find that the endless ingredience onto how we perceive reality makes everyone’s “reality” unique. There for reality is like religion, we don’t know which is correct, the right path. All we know is the fact that we see what our eyes allow us to see. Zoom out as far as we WANT to zoom out. However what would happen if we all zoomed out enough to see every culture, every reality, and truly grasped and understood it? Could peace rise from understanding? Just something to think about.

September 9th, 2009

As I try and focus on a topic to write about my mind will not allow me to flee the topic of which it’s currently set. So I shall vaguely write to please; but will leave out detail. Yesterday was absolute bliss. Among all the bad encountered in life, an overwhelming amount of good came our of an ordinary day. However as time progressed day turned to night, and night to day. And with this new day came obstacles not worth the time. This negativity overwhelmed the positive of the previous day and started me thinking. Thinking if what I see is the reality of things, or have I been so caught up in the years passed and the quality people around me to the point where I have become blind to reality. Either way life continues. Just something to think about.

The next day, you begin to see this person. They begin to exist in your mind. Suddenly you see what you didn’t see before. Now when the ocean of people flood the hallway on your way to class, you can spot this one person among the crowd. They stand out to you. For days, weeks, if not months this carries on. But what if? What if you worked up enough courage to talk to this person? In your mind, you would make a fool of yourself. For what if they didn’t like you back? What if they didn’t like people of your kind? What if they didn’t even know you existed? Right?

But what if you did work up the courage to just say “Hi”? Do we really know where conversation leads after hi? After that simple word, conversation is sparked, knowledge is gained, what you saw in the person is then brought to life. From the outside we can’t tell what the person likes or who the person likes. We don’t know if the person likes redheads, blondes, blue eyes, green eyes, gay, straight, bi. But through conversation all is made clear. The very thing that prevented you from approaching that person and saying hi suddenly lifts itself off your shoulders. Fear. Fear of rejection and disappointment. It suddenly becomes clear to you that the person is but a human just as you. And thus sparks discovery. Discovery of the other person as the person they are on the inside.

And of course, in worst case scenario. They don’t like you back. But think about it… What does “Hi” really give away? Do they know if you like them over just one word? So what if we worked up just enough courage to say “Hi”? Maybe I should take my own advice. Try it out. Like a test drive. Then maybe I too wouldn’t live a life single. It’s all in communication. The key to life and living.

To start off, I need to address something from the summer. It’s that little pesky thing called exercise. I know that I said I was going to work out, and I did it two times more then I thought I would. But as predicted by many, I did not exercise and have gained weight. Still not fat, but not skinny anymore either. But rest assured I will work on it!

Alright, so now back to school. Yesterday was amazing. Seeing everyone in the same building at the same time. No scratch that… In the same 10 mile radius was fantastic. I miss all my friends and to see them again made my day. My new classes are exactly what I asked for. Effective, efficient, yet still fun and enjoyable. I would comment on every class, however that would seem listish and right now I don’t have the time for lists.

The funny has seemed to have gone away. Minus a few jokes here and there. Lunch was somewhat awkward. A ton of people at one table, but no real life to the party. In all due time I expect us to be back in order!

The freshman… Oh how I’m glad not to be a freshman any longer. Although I believe these freshman have a strong and exciting year ahead of them. With changes to the staff, and changes to how school is run in general. I believe they will experience freshman year the same, if not better then I did last year. (Even though I’m a sophomore this year, I won’t lie, freshman year was pretty awesome.)

Well that’s all I can think of as the clock keeps ticking and my time becomes less and less. I’m off to have a great day at school and enjoy the day ahead of me.