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!

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Sketches Part I

With encouragement from fellow blogger Rosie, I'll be sharing some of my pencil sketches from now on.

Please enjoy my latest attempt at capturing a likeness ;)


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Yesterday was a very hard day for me. All day long I walked the house
like a zombie cleaning. Brain mushed up like scrambled eggs. Feet
scooting across the carpet. Just..dragging. I was an emotional wreck.

I just wanted to take the time to thank my friends. Friends..thats a
really big word for me. I've never had friends like ones I have
now. There are so many words to describe each one of them.

Although I may be closer to ones more then others I still love them
all the same. I may not speak in large words..or words that make complete
sence sometimes but they still show that I care.  When I say such words as..


Good, caring,greatful, smart, friendly, happy, wise, unique, and most
of all love..


These words although so..simple describe how I feel for you all.
I'm a simple person..with simple words that have so much more
meaning. I want to personally thank each of you...in my own
simple way.


Rosie..thank you..for all that you do for me. Even though it may
be the tinest thing such as playing a game with me in complete silence.
I still enjoy you there. You helped me talk about the issue at hand
yesterday. And..although it was hard..I worked through it with you.
You ..helped me and I'm greatful for it.

Reese..I may not know you as well as the others but you are a riot.
You make me laugh everytime we are all together playing. You have
a certain spirit to you that makes you unique. I can't wait to get to
know you better then what I already have.

last but not least..

Jc..I've told you more then once from the bottom of my heart how
much your friendship means to me and of course you know cause I
bring it up every single day. So..this I am writing for you a bit differently..
you are to me like a sunset near the ocean. Beautiful hues of orange
and yellow.Warm..inviting..and safe.. like a blankie.

I DONT KNOW!!!!

"You are the last surviving member of the human race.  What do you do?"

i can't rock this topic
because as much as i say i hate people
i really don't
i love them

i love all their little strange idiosyncrasies..
i love that though there is individualism, we function the same
everything about us, all the things we say and do.. explainable
we are infinitely fascinating
and yet... we are finite


what would i do if i were the last survivor of the human race?
would it really matter?
does it matter what i do today?  even with other people in the world?

we are together
but
we are alone

no matter how many children we beget
no matter how many friends we have

we are together
but
we are alone

i dont know..
im having a hard time wrapping my mind around alone...
because we are energy
and i think therefore all connected... even when we die... the energy has to.. go somewhere!
connected.. to each other, flora and fauna.. with everything
do we choose to be alone?
how lofty.. to think we are so different, so much better than the tiniest unit of.. life
do we set ourselves apart..?

sometimes i alienate people.
because i find them tiresome.
exhausting.
i just walk away.
so i am grappling with answering the looming question.

what would i do..

sing
sleep
get drunk
eat whatever i want
run
sit and ponder
look in every crevice and cave to see if..  if i really were the last person on earth..
and write. 
i would write about some of the most fascinating creatures to ever walk the planet. 

with compassion.



last surviving member

"You are the last surviving member of the human race.  What do you do?"

According to Jean, you just collapse from the reality of being forever alone.  Pfft.

Me? I'm going to go explore.  What is this catastrophe that has left me for sure the last of my kind.

I'm already the only one of my kind, Unique as are we all.  It ends with Me??   Well first of all, I'm now the prettiest woman on earth.  The cleverest, the fastest runner, the best in chess. It's an bit of a head rush to be last.  I outlived all my enemies too. How cool is that?

The computers survived.  I have a chess partner.   All the infrastructure is complete,  This dreadful epic fail has come and gone without trauma to me.  I have clear streets and no decaying bodies.

First I drop to my knees and clutch my stomach.  Half in relief of being spared and half in grief of losing my precious family.  and the whole human race.  Gone in a flash without a why or a good bye.

No closure, No sense,  Just the inexplicable massive loss of human life erased from the world like it never was here.

That is breathtaking but I eventually right myself and get busy with life.


The dogs aren't dead.  I pick myself out a trio.  Akita, Rottweiler and a hardy little Rat terrier that is in charge of them all.  We huddle together as a pack.

Rivers start to recover.  fish return to the Gulf and Atlantic.   Trees thrust up through the asphalt.  Silt covers the sidewalks and remain unswept away.  Weeds grow tall in lawns. 


The friendliest of golden lights comes down from the sky and keeps me company.  It's from my imagination, which has gone into overdrive.  Some days I don't move from the sitting place.  Others I run and run till I collapse in exhaustion.  Occasionally I enforce some moderation on myself, but mostly, I just live and think and plan out my day to survive.  I listen to music and I dance and I sing.    I raid stores and outfit myself outlandishly.  I liberate a fancy ass RV and roam around.   I get to the ocean and grab me one of those Ocean boats, It takes me a week to find one I can run on my own.  I get my maps out and head out for sea.  I'm gonna make it across this ocean and see the other part of the world.  I"m going down swinging.

I'm a survivor. always have been, always will be.

the story of ay

if you want perfect laryngeal placement for singing
sing ay or the italian form eh (which lacks the often treacherous diphthong)

ay causes a tilt of the larynx (voice box) forward and down
what a glorious little device
and a miracle.. for without a flexible trachea (wind pipe) this would be impossible

ay is a warm vowel.  open, deep, and resonant.  it is characterized by a relaxed jaw, and is slightly less focused than ee, simply because as the pillars relax inward the vocal cords relax apart and allow for the escape of air.  in fact, the further away from ee we go, within the pure vowel spectrum.. the more slack the cord becomes and the more air escapes into the sound. 
this is completely treatable. ;)


ay, like ee, is a wider vowel and only slightly narrower than ee
if you say ee and then say ay you will feel those pillars move inward
remember the pillars?
did you feel them?
ok try this exercise again..
sing eeeeeeee and then slide into ayyyyyyyyyy
now do it backward.. ayyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
did you move your lips? 
did your jaw move?
ok again.
no lips no jaw this time..
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
ayyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

lets play a little now.
remember no moving the jaw and no moving the lips..
sing ee and slide into ay..
but this time
when you sing ay THINK eeeeeee

what happened?
did the color of ay change?
did ay feel different than ee?

now sing ay and slide into ee..
but keep THINKING ayyyyy

what happened this time?
did the color of ee change?
did ee feel different than ay?

do not read on until you have tried this and thought about it!

ok carry on.
....................................................................................................

here's what you should have experienced.

when you sing eeeeeeayyyyyy and think only ee, the ay vowel should have sounded brighter and more pingy and focused like ee.. and it should have felt more like ee feels.

when you sing ayyyyyeeeeeeee and think only ay, the ee vowel should have a warmer more round sound like ay.. and it should feel more relaxed like ay feels.