estacey
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
  Blah blah blah
[Please make sure you read this next line with a huge dollop of sarcasm.]
OMG. I love this lit class.

Last night, I interrupted Chris’s weightlifting session to read to him a paragraph – all one sentence – from one of my readings. It was a letter from Thomas Jefferson to another of our founding fathers. It went on and on, this sentence, and basically, well, wasn’t English. Or, more honestly, it was English meant for individuals whose comprehension is much better than mine. It just sounds like, “Blah blah blah blah.” Chris agreed, but reminded me: We've all had to do it!

Right now, I’m listening to a reading of “The Fall of the House of Usher” which I gave up on reading most of the way through the other night. It also goes something like this: “Blah blah blah blah.” Let me give you a taste of what’s on right now: “An excited and highly distempered ideality threw a sulphureous lustre over all. His long improvised dirges will ring for ever in my ears. Among other things, I hold painfully in mind a certain singular perversion and amplification of the wild air of the last waltz of Von Weber. From the paintings over which his elaborate fancy brooded, and which grew, touch by touch, into vagueness at which I shuddered the more thrillingly...” Like I said, this stuff is meant for folks much smarter than myself. Or more, like, boring.

Anyway.

Today is so a day for the pool – bright and sunny and HOT. But alas, I work for a living, so when I went home to feed the kittens at lunchtime, I decided to let the dogs enjoy it at least. I threw each in one by one, then gave them bones for tolerating this love disguised as cruelty. Ahh, I’m so jealous.
 
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While the reading you refer to takes more time to listen to, I belive most of us have lost the art of writting in this mannor and it a loss for all of us. I too am included in this, but I appricated the writers who can paint a picture with thier writting. And Stacy that not to say I do not enjoy yours as you tell stories.
 
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I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!

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Making a difference

A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.

One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.

When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.

An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.

When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."

The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"


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