So for creative writing we had to do a hw assignment where we wrote "I remember" statements about a specific thing, or from a specific point of view etc. in which we used the "idiosynchratic detail". To those non-english majors out there, here is what that is. If I were to describe a car, saying that it was a "vehicle" would be general. Saying that it was a "car" would be more specific. Saying that it was a "Bright green honda element with a broken fender from when you backed into the garage door" would be the idiosynchratic detail. Anyways....here is what I wrote for mine:


I remember hearing about how even though he lost the better use of his left leg to polio when he was nine years old, my father’s uncle Al would walk up what was now known as the neighborhood’s best sledding hill on his hands to visit his grandparents who lived at the top. So that he wouldn’t feel bad about not being able to walk properly, his 7 brothers walked on their hands as well whenever they were with him. They would walk along the lake-road and into town without using their legs, or at least walk as far as it took for someone to stop and offer them a ride.


I remember how my sisters and I would sit at the plastic dining room table and spoon canned corn out the door while the raccoons crowded around it and Sylvia, my uncle’s girlfriend, fed us lemonade Capri-Sun’s and Reece’s Peanut Butter cups while we laughed at the raccoons licking the corn off the cement steps and at the thirty five pound cat who slept on the armchair because she was too fat to walk.


I remember hearing stories about how he always brought the most beautiful women to the family Christmas parties at the Fire Hall. He wasn’t tall, had a bad leg, walked with a limp and with a cane in his 20‘s, and worked as a Volkswagen repairman in his shop on the town pier. My aunt said she never understood how he got these women to go out with him, who she swore all looked like Vogue models.

I remember how we would always trick or treat at his house on Halloween. We were his only trick-or-treaters, yet he would still have a plastic orange bowl full of pretzels, Hershey’s chocolate bars and lollipop’s with white sugar skull’s printed on them. He would always bark at us to take more, while my mom stood in the doorway and chastised us for being so greedy and my dad ate all the Hershey bars.

I remember him telling me as he lay in his bed and I stood in the doorway because his room was too small for another person to stand in that having cancer was the best diet he had ever been on. “I’ve lost about 20 pounds in two months!” he would say, holding out his arm to show us how skinny he was. Then he would tell us how his doctors were allowing him to drink wine, and then gesture to his dresser top where five bottles of it sat next to a basket of socks. “I never was a drinking man,” he said, “but now I don’t mind it so much. They tell me I should drink about half a glass a day, so I do. One in the morning and one at night.”

I remember hearing that when he repaired VW bug’s in his shop on the pier, he would listen to classical music, and he would have visitors or customers tell him about whatever they knew, whether it be a dissertation on Bach or a rant about the Zebra muscle problem in the lake.


I remember knowing that he knew he was going to die the day he gave my 8 year old sister a 1980’s model of VW beetle with doors that opened and a steering wheel that made the wheels move. I remember knowing that my dad knew it too, because he didn’t eat dinner that night.

A Poem

And all my thoughts like the garbage in the corner
that I keep forgetting to take out.

http://s0.ilike.com/play#Greg+Laswell:How+The+Day+Sounds:70196787:s26984146.9504023.1954568.0.2.96%2Cstd_5afad25f5f664070b7ab10bd73f4c58c

check out this song: How the Day Sounds by Greg Laswell. It's interesting.

Who would've ever known it could be this easy
Oh, I was a long, long way off

And just like that it's over
Everything that I knew of love
I was a long, long way off

And I think I like how the day sounds
Like how the day sounds through this new song

Thank you for opening the window
The sky is clear as my mind is now
I was a long, long way off

Join me in welcoming the sun in
It's much brighter than the night I hid in
I was a long, long way off

And I think I like how the day sounds
Like how the day sounds through this new song
From a long way down
Yeah, it's well worth the time that it's taken to get here now
Yeah, it's well worth the time that it's taken to get here now
So go ahead and bang a gong

Nothing can drown out the sound of the whisper of my love
And I think I like how the day sounds through this new song
And the lines have all been drawn
I know where I belong, where I belong

Oh, won't you sing along?
Oh my love, won't you sing along?

Post Thanksgiving Resolutions

Well...its that time of year again... Post Thanksgiving Resolutions. Just kidding...I dont really know anyone who does those. Well, I will.

My resolution is to write more blog entries.

This is for you, my faithful few readers.

Story for Allison

Okay. Here is a new post. I asked my fellow blogger, (www.gatos-muertos.blogspot.com) to help me. She gave me seven words. Here they are:

kittens
slime
burnt popcorn
ukulele
flavored water
wild turkey
a tractor driving along the road causing road rage

And I made her a story:

Once upon a time, a wild turkey was driving a tractor along the edge of the road. His name was Peter Basket, and he was on the way to water his corn farm. While driving, he wasn’t watching where he was going, and kept swerving into oncoming traffic, causing beeping and road rage. When he finally got to his farm, he had a brilliant idea. He would water his corn with flavored water, and make the corn grow in different flavors. He tried raspberry water first, and when his crops grew, he picked them and sold them to the family of kittens that lived down the road. They decided to make popcorn out of the raspberry corn he sold them, and while it was cooking, they played with the slime they had bought at the dollar store earlier that day while they listened to their new cd, filled with ukulele music. They got so caught up in listening and playing that they forgot all about their popcorn, that is, until they smelled it burning.
They ran into the kitchen and pulled the popcorn out of the fire (they didn’t have a microwave) and then hesitantly tried it to see if it was okay. It was, thankfully. Only the kernels on the bottom had burnt. Then they ate it. The end. (oh, and in case you were wondering, yes, the popcorn was raspberry flavored.)

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING MAY CONTAIN RELIGOUS REVELATIONS AND MAY SCARE YOU

So...im just going to rant and yell and stuff for a while, basically stream of conciousness stuff. This stuff is personal, and related to God and religion and belief and my own issues, and I really don't mind if you read it but if you would rather not, thats cool too.
I have always had a lot of trust issues when it comes to religion. In general, in life, tend to be a little, um...controlling? is that the right word? Basically I just always want to make sure that things turn out okay. I love taking care of other people, and having people depend on me and all that jazz. But when it comes to relying on others....I think that is one of my weakest points. ( I know guys, im gonna get deep here).
Not that I dont trust people. I do. Really. I would trust a lot of people I know with my life. Anyways, I'm getting off topic here. I've always had that same sort of relationship with God...and it's never really worked for me. In my own life I've seen too many people get hurt by uncontrollable forces...Im not going to get into detail, but suffice it to say, it happened. I always have found it hard to believe that God would allow that. How could I trust someone with my own life who I believed had let down so many people I know, and even myself at some point. Gradually, over the years, I've, excuse me here....God has allowed me to overcome that, and has helped me see through that, see the positive from the negative. I know we don't always know his plans or how they will turn out. Then something happens again. It always does. Things will ALWAYS continue to happen. Things will sometimes turn out bad. Each time my trust falters a little bit, and each time my view of God changes a bit. I have lately begun to believe that if I was truly searching for the truth about religion, I would be okay. How could I be condemned for trying to know what the truth was? As a result of this, I was never able to grasp hold of what I really believed. I would change it according to what I needed it to be at the time.
Seeing a lot of "I's" mentioned here? Me too. Turns out, thats not the way it's supposed to go.We are imperfect.
Why would I trust in myself? I mess up all the time! That right there is putting my faith in something unstable that WILL NOT support me. Why would I want to put faith in MYSELF when there is someone else out there to put it into? So, today, after my class was cancelled, I was walking along the street outside, confused and thinking about all of this. ( The main thought running through my head was"how on earth am I supposed to trust?") when a verse popped into my head that I had read on a friend's facebook earlier. " BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD"
So I was. Still. I just stopped thinking. I realized that I know what the truth is. God is there. He keeps pushing me towards him, always. I can never escape, and I don't want to. I may have to battle though things in dealing with it, but I KNOW what is true.
That is all.