New

Time again to refresh this page with some insight about myself. I once again realized that I should have started my work earlier. but oh, well, I will catch up I suppose. I'm facing some new challenges, specifically, about to lead my own group of students at a juvenile detention center for a writing workshop. So, what do I have to be nervous about. I'm not worried about the surrouding, or their reaction, but my ability to gain their interest. How do I make writing interesting and be genuine, yet reserved and cautios. I'm afraid of messing up. For a while there I thought my classes were going great, and actually a bit slow. Now that I have homework and reading piling up, I become lazy in everything else. Last semester it lasted for a while. I have to find a way to get out of it. All this seems pretty typical/boring/confessional writing. It's a tease. How about saying I want to get wasted and quit work? That's still pretty common.

Here is a new poem, just in case

I am
silver blue
lining
on the edge of
creationism
thinking that i am myth
of individual
based on feeling
compromised
by the sun
and one dog chain
my mother overheard
two gueros saying
“been to progreso?”
“it’s like not a damn Mexican there knows how to finish concrete”
and I stood there
watching our ROTC march by
their arms clapping
pride and eyes
of Missouri
loving every minute of
cheerleaders, citrus
festival cold.

Duh

I just realized this is a perfect opportunity to market my flickr web site. I love that place. It has a better sense of photography than the more common websites. Since the user more or less has to pay, they use the site to their full advantage, and a lot of great photographs are on there. In my case, I have not reached that sense of art, so I have family photos and such, but still: Photos From My Life

Serious

I wonder about being too serious and letting go. It is always before, the always easier time. But more about the time i place into school and volunteering (at least recently). I wonder how I manage, because I'm not good dealing with time. I could let a day pass without a single thought, just looking out at the wind picking on the trees. I lost my thought about time. I figure I'm still somewhat hidden from wanting to be responsible, hoping that small things will be taken care of. Likewise, I see it as not caring or feeling the need to have that responsibility. Life works itself toward complexity.

Random

On some days I am bored to the point where I will yahoo "I hate Mexicans". So I don't hate Mexicans (brown pride!)but wonder how the interent is coping with the idea. Usually I will find someobodies blog or KKK'ish site. Nothing out of the ordinary. In this occasion i used a different search method and keywords and found this site:
You Don't Speak for Me
The group is comprised of some Hispanics, Latinos, etc. so that was noteworthy. That's actually it, everything else seemed to be propoganda as in the other sites. Anyways, enjoy the site and if I get links to other sites, more fun for me.

Dizzy

Last nights drinking and talking seemed like a good idea, and it was, even though I broke the pattern of writing once a day.

New

I am just waiting for classes to begin. I started writing in a journal, but poetry. I think this may help, or just show me the countless crap that I write. It is an everyday experience and I'll place some of that here. I find that I am writing about the past, but I think that is not enough. For writers, looking into the future is best. Experimenting with the words, and sounds when they are spoken, through the mind of the reader. How is a poem read silently? Since it's still early, I'm just writing w/o purpose. This is where I am. I realized I can do more with this blog that just right, so forgive me for the boring nature.