2ndclepunkbuddha

This is yet another blog about crazy people, which is nothing new when talking about me. I have always been a tad on the odd side, I would imagine that most people would conclude this within minutes of meeting me or after a few chats here and there. Despite what some may or may not think, I don't go out of my way to meet crazy people. If anything in recent years, I have decided that there are too many crazy people out there in the world and all they do is create drama where drama is not necessary. Unstable people, however, have always seen something rather magical in me which causes them to become a bit on the obsessed side. Jodie Foster might know what I'm talking about. It's not as necessary to be out every weekend, spending them indoors is not always the worst thing to do. But that's another blog about being an aging hipster. The other week I got a phone call from a crazy person once again. I'd distanced myself from her because of her never ending drama. ...

Today I would like to consider that we are in the full swing of things of the semester. After the initial syllabus readings, question and answer period, and attendance taking, we are all set and ready to go full steam into the schedule. I have already written more than I'm ever going to write about my having a cavalier attitude about life (even though that is/was perhaps one of the greatest ironies I have encountered), but that's what it's all about. First class this morning is Survey of American Literature. This is an upper level class where we have successfully eliminated the riff raff elements and only the most serious will show up everyday, not to mention participate. We had a very engaging discussion on two short pieces written in the very early days of America (one by Captain John Smith and another by Puritanical minister John Winthrop), establishing the audience in which they were trying to address, the motivating factors, materials in which they drew their conc...

( Pre note: If you were expecting to read material about the professional Cleveland basketball team, The Cavaliers, or also known as "The Cavs ", this is not a blog related to that. It is also not for horseback riding enthusiasts either.) In recent years, the word "cavalier" has had particular significance to me. When I got the last insult from the last job in health care , they told me that it was such a hard decision for them to let me go because I seemed like such a nice girl. But, I was so cavalier, they said. When someone called me to go upstairs to learn another procedure in the system, I kept them waiting a whole twenty minutes. That was really the only thing they were able to provide in terms of a true violation. The letter they gave me to accompany indicated a few bullet points, one of which was lack of initiative. Odd as it may sound, this was one of the comments that people have made towards me that really cut me to the bone. Not just the fact ...

I explored a lot of creative avenues in my lifetime, probably the standard ones that most people have. Music was a natural first to try. Mom signed me and my sister up for piano lessons and we were subjected to horrors unlike anything either thought possible from a house and owner who should've been condemned or closed down by the health department. I can read music, I have a limited knowledge of how to play the piano and the guitar to this day, but I lacked the discipline in order to become a real musician. Drawing and painting I always had a knack for, I nearly didn't have to try with either save for some techicalities (types of paper, utensils, use of special products, etc.). And lately I have liked adding sparkles and glitter and other stuff to my paintings, and I'm quite happy with them. It does something for me, to be sure, but since it was never very challenging it didn't give me the greatest of joys to see others enjoy my work. In my case, the true artist...

When I was a kid, I couldn't wait to grow up and be an adult. Like all kids, I resented not being able to do everything and anything I wanted to since I was at the hands of adult / parental supervision. And now, that I am a grown up, I wonder still. If anything I want to be a little kid again where everything seemed wacky and filled with fantastic discoveries. There seem to be few if any amazing discoveries left, save for what I've made for myself. And I have made many for myself, more than the average person. But that's another blog... I'm getting older just like everyone else in The Scene. I no longer feel the need to be out and about and "making The Scene" every available weekend. I don't go to shows very often anymore when there was a time that I was constantly partying. How many weekdays did I go out in my glitter and glamour, stagger in at dawn, take a shower and go to work bleary eyed and with remnants of black eyeliner flaking off on th...