Thursday, April 26, 2012

Remembering Columbine

I had a memory this week that might be important. I was in the car, driving home, when a Cruxshadows song came on my iPod. I don't remember the exact lyrics, but embedded in the track were pieces of news broadcasts from just after the shooting at Columbine High School. It got me thinking about the impact that event had on me - on my sense of self, my a sense of safety, and my sense of how I needed to relate to the world at large. It gave me some context for the love-hate relationship I have with my interest in all things gothic.
I remember, just after news of Columbine hit, the administrators at my school became much more concerned with doing random bag searches, which made plenty of sense to me, but they also became very interested in enforcing conformity to a rather conservative set of behavior norms including disallowing black eyeliner, asking Pagan and Wiccan students to remove their pentagram necklaces, and, of course, banning the wearing of trench coats. I remember feeling indignant that my friends and I were being judged - wrongly, I might add - because we happened to dress like and share some interests with the shooters at Columbine.
This created a lot of internal conflict for me. Be true to myself and risk the wrath of the authorities and my standing as a good student as I pushed back against the fear and stereotyping that was occurring, they possibly getting myself in trouble that could jeopardize the future I envisioned for myself, or conform outwardly and follow the rules until I could reach a point in my life where I didn't have to follow them any more?
I choose the second path, and though I am glad for what that decision has allowed me to achieve academically and in my career, I am also aware that I truncated my own self-exploration at a point in time where pushing the river might have been the better decision in term of psychological development.
It was hard though, to live inside a culture that summarily rejected me out of fear and misunderstanding. I think I lost something important there, and I don't know how to get it back.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Elephants

When I was a little girl, my Bubby had a set of wooden elephants that I loved to play with every time I went to her house. I remember sitting in front of the fireplace, stacking and re-stacking them, balancing them one on top of the other in endlessly changing configurations. They were one of my favorite toys, mostly because they were so simply made, and yet so versatile.

Now, those elephants are on top of my dresser at home. Last year when I was visiting my Bubby, she gave them to me. I tried stacking them, but opening and closing my dresser drawers tends to knock them over, so now they're just standing there. I smile every time I see them.

I don't know what it is about the elephants that I like so much. In real life, they are hairy and wrinkly, and ugly, even if they are smart. Next week in class, I'm going to be teaching Orwell's "Shooting and Elephant", and as a pre-reading activity I'm having my students look at several images of elephants. One of them is an abstract piece, which you can see here: http://tomseb1.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/elephant1.jpg

I am in love with this image. There is such beauty and power in it, and the colors are wonderful. I'd love to have this as an extremely large piece of wall art.

Monday, November 7, 2011

I Did, In Fact, Finish

I did, in fact, finish my 30-day photo project back in September, but I never posted the last set of images. Here they are.

Gift Gift

Just Baked Just Baked

Graded Papers Graded Papers

Sunlight Makes Lens Rainbows Sunlight Makes Lens Rainbows

National You-Are-Loved Chalk Message Project National You-Are-Loved Chalk Message Project

Camera Phone Photo Camera-Phone Photo

Storms From The North Storms From the North

Afternoon Rainbow Afternoon Rainbow

Hush

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This memory

tastes of salt tears and honey

and smells like twilight

in the fall.


This memory

resides in the shadow’s

stark contrast to the white

of her thigh.


This memory -

a keening wail

and the tearing of skin

in mourning anguish.


I have lost the sound of her voice.


I have lost the taste of her kiss.


I have


silence


and memories
.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Week 3 of the 30-day Photo Project

Rustic Art
Rustic Art

First Hot Cocoa of the Season
First Hot Cocoa of the Season

Books To Read
Books to Read

Formerly Known As
Formerly Known As

Morning Fog
Morning Fog

Something's Dying
Something's Dying

Bedtime
Bedtime

Friday, September 16, 2011

The Second Week of September

This week has really started to be fall-like. We're settling in to the rhythm of school, and my students are taking their first quiz today. Each day has been a bit cooler, and finally last night I put another comforter on the bed. This is one of my favorite times of year, and I am eagerly awaiting the blaze of color on the leaves this year. I think we're going to get a good show.

Finishing Work
Finishing Work

Warning: Water Damage in Progress
Warning: Water Damage In Progress

Six-Kid Randori #6
Six-Kid Randori #6

Memorial Tribute
Memorial Tribute

Teaching In The Library
Teaching In The Library

The Scent of Fall
The Scent of Fall

After the Rain
After the Rain

Friday, September 9, 2011

Updates Galore (w/ images)

It's been a very long time since I've updated, mostly because my summer has been spent trying to stay away from the computer as much as I can. I've enjoyed the break from technology, and instead have spent a lot of time enjoying other hobbies, such as aikido classes, cooking, gardening, and reading. I took very few photos this summer as well, and I've decided to start up my "creative engine" with a 30-day photo project. I'm posting my images daily on facebook and flickr, but I prefer to do a weekly collection on this blog.

Another Brick In The Wall
Another Brick In The Wall

Curriculum Planning
Curriculum Planning

The Disaster Zone
The Disaster Zone

The Office On Day Two
The Office On Day Two

Mt. Greenwood Cemetery
Mt. Greenwood Cemetery

Structure
Structure

Preparation
Preparation