Went and saw Diary of a Wimpy Kid for my review assignment for Magazine writing.
Things to know about the movie:
Movie was mostly like the book which was funny.
The book will always win over movie though.
They added a random girl character that was supposed to be a love interest for our wimpy kid, which ended up being stupid and a waste of time because she does nothing but hangout with dyed hair and speak in way too advanced sentences for a seventh grader. Fregley was AWESOME. I laughed at everything he said. Who wouldn't? He was a freckled mess of awkwardness that they gave the best lines to.
2nd best scene (besides the ones with Fregley) The drama teacher made all the kids sing her favorite song to try out for the musical which was the Wizard of Oz. It happened to be "Total Eclipse of the Heart" Amazing. love 80's and having a montage of middle schoolers singing different parts was way too much fun.
3rd best scene. They added a random mother son dance (not in the book) Rowley and his mom dance to a Beastie Boys song. Enough said.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Losing it
I lost my way somewhere between two jobs and not having enough time to write. It's a strange feeling to loose control. Next thing I knew, I dug myself a hole that I didn't want to climb out of. Instead, I sat at the bottom, looked up at the sky and mimicked living shuffling through my day like a ghost. So, here I am. Trying to slowly figure things out. Since I have not been writing, here are other people's words that express how I feel. I hope doing this will become a bridge to my own voice right now.
The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.
I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.
I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.
Marge Piercy
The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.
I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.
I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.
Marge Piercy
Thursday, February 25, 2010
writer websites.
I am supposed to create a writer website for myself. This weekend I spent time looking at writer websites. Here are a few. I made fun subtitles.
You know she is awesome
like the hum of static noise
"it is the morning after the morning after
your voice echoes like a broken
bottle muffled into my skin."
Wizarding fun
You know she is awesome
like the hum of static noise
"it is the morning after the morning after
your voice echoes like a broken
bottle muffled into my skin."
Wizarding fun
A piece I did for magazine writing.
Ever wonder how many calories you could burn folding down your fishnets? Or the right way to elegantly shake your ass? Well, you’re in luck. Trixie Little, the award winning acrobatic burlesque entertainer as know with partner Evil Hate Monkey, is officially in Baltimore and offering classes to the public.
“Burlesque Bootcamp,” aims to teach individuals how to “Bump, grind, shake, shimmy, tease, twirl, peel, and then reveal.” The “Intro Series” starting February 24th through March 10th is a three-week course that meets Wednesday nights from 6:30-8:00. The classes are for all levels, novices through “budding starlets.”
It is guaranteed to rid you of your winter funk while learning a taboo art form that combines dance, theatricality and glamour. Did I mention while also cleverly discarding your clothes?
Trixie will teach you the "Four C's" of burlesque - choreography, character, costuming, and charisma. You might even find yourself donning a new personality when given a feather plume for the night.
Participants are asked to dress for movement, wear warm layers, and bring heels that you can dance well in. 3inches or higher is considered ideal! Which means you will have killer legs as well as a new way to entertain. You must arrive 10-15 minutes early if possible.
Trixie and Evil Hate Monkey have dedicated their lives to traveling around the world opening the minds of many to burlesque. Join them at 120 W. North Avenue Baltimore, MD 21201. You must buy tickets in advance at www.trixielittle.com. Price $75.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Inspiration.
For the young who want to by Marge Piercy
Talent is what they say
you have after the novel
is published and favorably
reviewed. Beforehand what
you have is a tedious
delusion, a hobby like knitting.
Work is what you have done
after the play is produced
and the audience claps.
Before that friends keep asking
when you are planning to go
out and get a job.
Genius is what they know you
had after the third volume
of remarkable poems. Earlier
they accuse you of withdrawing,
ask why you don’t have a baby,
call you a bum.
The reason people want M.F.A.’s,
take workshops with fancy names
when all you can really
learn is a few techniques,
typing instructions and some-
body else’s mannerisms
is that every artist lacks
a license to hang on the wall
like your optician, your vet
proving you may be a clumsy sadist
whose fillings fall into the stew
but you’re certified a dentist.
The real writer is one
who really writes. Talent
is an invention like phlogiston
after the fact of fire.
Work is its own cure. You have to
like it better than being loved.
Talent is what they say
you have after the novel
is published and favorably
reviewed. Beforehand what
you have is a tedious
delusion, a hobby like knitting.
Work is what you have done
after the play is produced
and the audience claps.
Before that friends keep asking
when you are planning to go
out and get a job.
Genius is what they know you
had after the third volume
of remarkable poems. Earlier
they accuse you of withdrawing,
ask why you don’t have a baby,
call you a bum.
The reason people want M.F.A.’s,
take workshops with fancy names
when all you can really
learn is a few techniques,
typing instructions and some-
body else’s mannerisms
is that every artist lacks
a license to hang on the wall
like your optician, your vet
proving you may be a clumsy sadist
whose fillings fall into the stew
but you’re certified a dentist.
The real writer is one
who really writes. Talent
is an invention like phlogiston
after the fact of fire.
Work is its own cure. You have to
like it better than being loved.
creating a writer webpage
So the assignment is to think about what I want my personal writer website to be like. I would like to be able to create a site that encompasses my writing, maybe writers I enjoy and want to share with others, and lots of visual stimulating things like pictures or videos. I think I would achieve this by creating different sections. I really like the idea of being able to click on a picture and have it go into a writing piece. I'm trying to put something out there that I would like to follow. Something that entertains but has great literary aspects too. I want the site to house both poetry and personal essay. I would also want a feedback section so I can get more imput on my writing.
my love affair with Marge Piercy.
I have only one book by Marge Piercy, but I plan on getting many more. "The Moon is Always Female" has been my favorite for almost a year now. I think she is honest and intriguing and her metaphors are so interesting. She has an inner strength that that draws you to her poems. The first thing I think to say is, I hope to one day write like her. However, she writes the way she writes because she is being true to herself. I have to be true to myself which is a scary thing and which means I can't write like her I have to write like myself. My new way of thinking should be what would Marge Piercy do...
Her website http://www.margepiercy.com/
Beginning of Under Red Aries
I am impossible, I know it,
a fan with a clattering blade loose,
a car with no second gear.
I want you to love freely, I want
you to love richly and many
but I want your mouth to taste of me
and I want to walk in your dreams naked.
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