Blog Manifesto

Blog Manifesto


This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Laughter is the Best Medicine!

Omg, what fun we had this am.  I got up kinda dismal and fussy, because my son wasn't going to go to school today.  He just fizzled out and lay there after getting high the previous day but one.

So lucky me, I see Reese on, woo hoo.  I see Jc on,  woo hoo too.  But I got to type back and forth between the two IM window.  Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Morning, and witticisms are already flying.  How will I keep up!  Puff, puff.

I decide to make a chat room.  I call it Father McLovin's Confessional.  

Pretty cool.  Save some time.  Better cross pollinating chatting. I'm all about efficiency.  But a funny button is there.  Voice Chat.

Hmm...  I push it.  You know I'm going to push it.  It goes Kapow! and lights up green.  I love voice. Grins.

I am reminded that Jzai's last day is today.  I go invite him to our chat room.  He gets on voice chat.  His darling little sis gets on too. She sounds British, he sounds Neutral standard English.   He gets out his guitar.  I listen. Reese listens.  It is wonderful!  He's singing too.  a little.  Very nice. 

Amy and JC are slow adapters.   Amy has to be quiet. and Jc is well, shy. 

I'm laughing, typing, singing.  Uh uh, I have no shame.  I sing off key something terrible,  Reese's Doxie kept trying to join in. Ooooooooh ah Ooooooooh my ears she kept barking.

Finally I hear Amy I think.  And she sounds just like my sister.  I make out Reese..  I think... and she's just like my other sister.  We sound alike.  Omg we even laugh alike.

Then I hear this baritone.  Ha ha ha ha.  the table jiggles a little bit.  I giggle.  JC giggles.  We haw haw haw back and forth.  Jzai is laughing hard at us laughing. 

I got so much blood up into my brain laughing.  my serotonin levels must have lit up.  My pain went down as we laughed.

Laugh we did.  a stray girl comes in.   "Bless you, child" JC chats to her.  wtf she says?  priceless.

Amy chats in a joke about cookies on Styrofoam.   I read it out loud as she types and we howl over it, and contagiously laugh.

I wouldn't trade my journal buddies for thin thighs.








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