Comfort

Wow, look at that! 2 posts within 7 days of each other.

Anyway, today in my poetry class, we were reading a poem by Robert Service, called Comfort. Before I comment on it, I'll let you read it:

Comfort

Say! You've struck a heap of trouble -- Bust in business, lost your wife; No one cares a cent about you, You don't care a cent for life; Hard luck has of hope bereft you, Health is failing, wish you'd die -- Why, you've still the sunshine left you And the big, blue sky. Sky so blue it makes you wonder If it's heaven shining through; Earth so smiling 'way out yonder, Sun so bright it dazzles you; Birds a-singing, flowers a-flinging All their fragrance on the breeze; Dancing shadows, green, still meadows -- Don't you mope, you've still got these. These, and none can take them from you; These, and none can weigh their worth. What! you're tired and broke and beaten? -- Why, you're rich -- you've got the earth! Yes, if you're a tramp in tatters, While the blue sky bends above You've got nearly all that matters -- You've got God, and God is love.

I think this poem is SO true! No matter what life throws at you, you've got God, and the world He created to live your life in. When you're poor in materialistic things, you are still rich in nature, and in the love of God.

Just wanted to share this with you guys, and hear your comments about it. So please do comment! Discuss! What do you think of this poem?

NaNoWriMo- An update and an excerpt

Well, we're coming to the end of week one, and I must say it's going pretty well! I'm at 18,042 words at the time of writing this (hoping to hit 20K tonight, or rather, tomorrow, since it's close to midnight) and my story seems to be coming along.
If you read my other NaNo post, I think I mentioned that it was a murder mystery set in a ballet company. So far I have 2 murders, and have drifted to the sub-plot, which is kind of irrelevant...Basically a ramble about the main character's roommate and her dialysis treatments. It'll probably get edited out in December if I can't figure out a way to tie it in some how.
Anyway, I promised an except in the title of this post. Here it is, I apologize for any spelling/grammar/bad writing:

I can’t get the images out of my head. There’s a knock on the door and Karen gets it. I sit on the couch, numb, as the artistic director walks in.
“Are you okay?” Greg, the artistic director says.
What a stupid question. I just found a murder victim, and threw up. Obviously I’m not okay.
“Yeah.” I mumble, stupidly, but what else am I supposed to say? I’m sure he means physical condition, not emotional. That’s all he cares about. No broken bones, no major muscle problems, that’s all that matters in his mind.
He tries to talk to me about what I saw but I ignore him and just mumble either yes or no, whether that’s relevant to his interrogation or not.
Eventually he gives up and leaves. Greg isn’t very sensitive. In my career as a pretend therapist, one of the things I’ve learned is that you have to give people some time before they’ll be willing to open up. It’s just a cardinal rule with pretty much anyone.
I feel pretty sick still, and I try so hard not to think of it, but the image of blood clouds my head.

Belated Answer-to-Suggestions post

Well, Daniel answered my call for suggestions! Here are his questions, and my answers:

What music are you listening to right now?

Okay, I'd like to say I'm listening to something artsy like classical or some obscure indie artist, but I've gotta be honest. Coldplay. Pretty much solidly Coldplay. I love their sound, it just "clicks" with me like you were describing in one of your posts. Aside from them, I also really enjoy Bubbly by Colbie Calliat, Daughters by John Mayer, and Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.

If you had to eat only one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be? And why?

Realistic answer: Tofu, I think. Lots of protein and I like the taste.
Unrealistic answer: Chocolate, maybe with some coffee added or something. xD


Thanks so much for your reply, Daniel! I really appriciate it. :D

EDIT: I have another reply!

"Antonia" (LOL, K, I love it!) asks:

What will your life look like in 10 years?

Good question. I can't be sure, really. What I think I'd like to happen, though:
I'd like to be married, maybe with a kid already. I'd like to work with the disabled, specifically children, and ideally teaching them the arts. I don't know where I'd be, possibly where I am currently, or maybe somewhere else in Canada.

How I remember stuff

This is a random post. If you don't like random posts, well, then skip down to the journal one, that's not especially random.


So anyway, most sane people write their to-do lists on paper, right? Problem. I always lose them and they end up getting written on again and then thrown away.

Solution:

See? I remembered to blog about my notebook thanks to a sharpie and my arm!

One problem with this way to remember things is if you're going somewhere fancy...Then long sleeves are important.

Hand bound journal!

Today, thanks to a book binding class run by Josh and Arlene I bound my very own journal!

Spine and front

Who could resist such awesome purple polka-dot paper?

I added some beads to the woven binding for an extra touch.

I was super, super thrilled with how it turned out and it seems they and Dawn (who's running an art class out of the same place) are getting some artistic talent out of me I never knew was there!

And best of all, I seem to be over my blogger's block!

Until next time,
Dorothy

So sorry

I just wanted to apologize for my horrible lack of posting. I realize it's been like 2 weeks and yeah, I really need to blog.
So why can't I think of anything to blog about? Maybe you can help.
I'm inspired by Daniel's question idea, so please comment and give suggestions about what to blog about. It can be anything. I shall try to do them.

I don't think this apology made much sense. It's 1AM and I'm half-asleep. Hmmm.

Halloween Costumes- A Rant

Yesterday I was browsing around a local halloween store for costume ideas. I was sickened, however by how skimpy a lot of them were, and the worst ones were marketed toward teens!
Any other day of the year they would be considered borderline-pornographic, and yet this is what we're encouraging our youth to wear?
I tried on a Dorothy (from the Wizard of Oz) costume and it didn't even make it half way down my thigh! If I had bent over I would have flashed everyone.
Dorothy is portrayed as a child! She's not a prostitute, so why are they selling costumes that head that direction? L. Frank Baum would be rolling in his grave if he saw that.
Gah! It just grinds my gears. Is this what halloween is about now? Looking as "sexy" as possible?

Anyway, it really really bothers me. But speaking of halloween, what are you guys going as, if anything? Any ideas for my costume?
Comment! Discuss my incoherent ranting. You know you want to.