Alas, the cold that I have been trying to avoid for weeks has finally descended upon me in full force. I woke up this morning with my eyes crusted shut. Yummy.
And now that all of the negative is out of the way, now on to the positive. At the prompting of someone who gives great advice and who is like family to me, I have found out that all students admitted into the MFA program at Vanderbilt University in Nashville automatically receive a $34000 benefit package which includes tuition, a living stipend as well as a salary for teaching a beginning creative writing course and health insurance. This continues into the second year as long as good progress is made toward the degree.
The real challenge is going to be producing something good enough to be admitted. This is the challenge. Can I do it? Is this what God has in store for me? I guess I will have to start working on the best writing of my life... The difficult part-- what should I use? Is it finally time for my memoir project? I feel like I can write it more objectively now. I have moved past the emotional attachments that were holding me back before. But is it the right choice for my admission package, or is there something else, something better, something less personal that I should be writing about. These are difficult choices to be made, but the knowledge that if this is what God has for me, it will happen is encouraging. I will just have to pray and pray and pray and pray that it will happen and that my best story is yet to come.
And this is for Plucky: Good Night and Good Luck (and this time it's actually night! Can you handle it?)
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Caucus Cookies
For anybody who didn't know, today was the day of Nevada's caucus. Now that you are all fully informed, I will now be sharing my caucus experience.
I arrived at Pine Middle school at about 10:45 am (we were supposed to be there by 11 am) and I entered the building. Just inside the door, there was a woman directing people to the appropriate area for their precincts and I was directed to go into the gym. Once I reached the gym, I had to stand in line to check in, which was quite unorganized. The volunteers signing people in (most of whom were wearing Hillary Clinton T-shirts, even though the volunteers were supposed to remain neutral) were QUITE rude. They had tiny signs, not more than 1 1/2 inches tall directing people which line they should be in based on last name, and then they snapped at people when it turned out they were in the wrong line.
Finally, I was signed in and I had my card on which I would be selecting my candidate. I was directed to sit in the section over which my chosen candidate's name appeared. I went to find a seat and the fun began. I found great enjoyment in talking to the other people in my section as well as the lone Kucinich supporter in the section next to ours. As people continued to flow into the gym, it became apparent that in Nevada, there was only hope for two democratic candidates:
Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama. People tried to find seats, but as more people arrived, they were forced to cannibalize the other sections for seats. By the time everyone had arrived, the Barack Obama section had consumed the entire Kucinich section, as well as half of the Edwards section.
At this point the count began. It was very disorganized. A woman walked around carrying a microphone and directing each person to say a number out loud. This would have been a lot easier if they had just directed people to line up and count rather than trying to keep everyone in a huddled mass. Then we selected a leader for each candidate, and the group leader counted the people in their group. At that point, calculations were made and the candidates were determined to be viable or not viable. While we waited for the calculations to be made, a couple of volunteers with the Barack Obama campaign passed around cookies and juice. I rather enjoyed my caucus cookies. Any candidates with less than 15% of the vote were considered not viable. In my precinct Edwards and Kucinich were determined to be not viable and the people in their groups were directed to either choose another candidate, or to stick to their guns and basically have no impact. Of the nine people who had selected non-viable candidates, three selected Obama, one selected Clinton, and five opted to choose nobody and to just go home.
In the end, Barack Obama won my precinct by 1 delegate. It should have been more-- percentage wise, Barack beat Hillary in my precinct by 8%. Then again, I guess there was never much chance of Washoe County's choice actually being Nevada's choice as well. Clark County pretty much overpowers the rest of the state, and I have to say that in this case, that sucks. If I've never said it before (which I'm sure I have) I'm definitely going to say it now: I REALLY DO NOT LIKE LAS VEGAS!!!
And that, my friends, is my tale of caucusing. Good night and good luck.
I arrived at Pine Middle school at about 10:45 am (we were supposed to be there by 11 am) and I entered the building. Just inside the door, there was a woman directing people to the appropriate area for their precincts and I was directed to go into the gym. Once I reached the gym, I had to stand in line to check in, which was quite unorganized. The volunteers signing people in (most of whom were wearing Hillary Clinton T-shirts, even though the volunteers were supposed to remain neutral) were QUITE rude. They had tiny signs, not more than 1 1/2 inches tall directing people which line they should be in based on last name, and then they snapped at people when it turned out they were in the wrong line.
Finally, I was signed in and I had my card on which I would be selecting my candidate. I was directed to sit in the section over which my chosen candidate's name appeared. I went to find a seat and the fun began. I found great enjoyment in talking to the other people in my section as well as the lone Kucinich supporter in the section next to ours. As people continued to flow into the gym, it became apparent that in Nevada, there was only hope for two democratic candidates:
Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama. People tried to find seats, but as more people arrived, they were forced to cannibalize the other sections for seats. By the time everyone had arrived, the Barack Obama section had consumed the entire Kucinich section, as well as half of the Edwards section.
At this point the count began. It was very disorganized. A woman walked around carrying a microphone and directing each person to say a number out loud. This would have been a lot easier if they had just directed people to line up and count rather than trying to keep everyone in a huddled mass. Then we selected a leader for each candidate, and the group leader counted the people in their group. At that point, calculations were made and the candidates were determined to be viable or not viable. While we waited for the calculations to be made, a couple of volunteers with the Barack Obama campaign passed around cookies and juice. I rather enjoyed my caucus cookies. Any candidates with less than 15% of the vote were considered not viable. In my precinct Edwards and Kucinich were determined to be not viable and the people in their groups were directed to either choose another candidate, or to stick to their guns and basically have no impact. Of the nine people who had selected non-viable candidates, three selected Obama, one selected Clinton, and five opted to choose nobody and to just go home.
In the end, Barack Obama won my precinct by 1 delegate. It should have been more-- percentage wise, Barack beat Hillary in my precinct by 8%. Then again, I guess there was never much chance of Washoe County's choice actually being Nevada's choice as well. Clark County pretty much overpowers the rest of the state, and I have to say that in this case, that sucks. If I've never said it before (which I'm sure I have) I'm definitely going to say it now: I REALLY DO NOT LIKE LAS VEGAS!!!
And that, my friends, is my tale of caucusing. Good night and good luck.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
A little less contemplation...
A little more poetry!
It's been a while since I've posted a poem here, and for good reason-- I've been in quite the dry spell. I decided that if I'm ever going to get out of it, I'll have to force my way out, and so here is the first blow of the pick-ax that will break me out of my writing depression:
It's been a while since I've posted a poem here, and for good reason-- I've been in quite the dry spell. I decided that if I'm ever going to get out of it, I'll have to force my way out, and so here is the first blow of the pick-ax that will break me out of my writing depression:
Countdown
Tick Tock
Time wasted on a mindless task.
Sucked in by a glowing screen
while I watch somebody else’s life
too scared to live my own
Tick Tock
My dreams so far in the past
I’ve forgotten what they mean
to me. Forgotten what it feels like
to live for dreams alone
Tick Tock
My doubts have recently amassed
in dark corners still unseen
leaving me with barely any light
to carve my name in stone
Tick Tock
Time is running out at last
for what I could have been.
The time has come to cross that line
to who I will become.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
The wife I could never be...
I have a fear that has only just been revealed to me. I am afraid to get married. Those of you who know me probably find this quite difficult to believe because you know how much I want a family of my own, but just continue reading and all will become clear. I am 28 years old and most days I feel like an old maid because I'm not married yet. This is because in Christian culture in general girls get married young. Yes, I did intend to use the word girls because at 20 and 21 I really don't think we are truly women yet. This is not intended to be judgmental in any way, it's just the way I see things. I also am not putting myself down. In fact most times, I feel a great amount of relief to be single, though this is intermingled with a desire to hurry up and meet somebody to create a family with. My heart feels a great amount of relief to be single. My brain thinks it would be much nicer to be married. My brain thinks about the advantages of a dual income household (would I finally have a home that's not rented) and how much easier it is to cook for two than it is for one (the actual act is not any easier, but the knowledge that there's someone else to enjoy it makes it more fulfilling) and how it is a necessity before I can have children (watching other peoples' children is both my greatest source of joy and my greatest source of sorrow) and how there would always be someone to talk to about all things, good or bad.
My heart, on the other hand, still cannot ponder the thought of marriage because of my life's experiences. I once thought I knew who I was going to marry. I loved him despite the fact that he had never shown that sort of interest in me. I convinced myself for 5 years that he would eventually come around and I finally had to let that go. If by some miracle he did at any time in the future decide that he wanted me back in his life, sincerely and completely, then I would be willing to consider that and I still would not be afraid, but in general with the rest of the population, I am still afraid. I know that if I met the right person, I would no longer be afraid, but I wonder if the fear is evident. If it's somehow holding me back.
One might wonder why I am so afraid. I am afraid that the odds are against me because of my family's history. Both of my parents were married and divorced once before they met each other. While they have been married for nearly 30 years, it seems that they remain together out of complacency rather than love. They don't communicate when something is wrong. My mother yells while my father just goes along with it to keep her from getting even more angry. My father is capable of communication--I do it with him all the time. But most of the time I don't share anything deep with my mother because I am afraid that she won't take me seriously.
That alone probably makes me damaged good for anyone who tries to take me in. But it is not the only thing that comprises my fear of marriage. There is also the fact that of my five siblings (four are half siblings), four of them have been married and divorced at least once. One of them has lived with AT LEAST twenty men in my remembrances and has four children, each with a different father. These are the role models for relationships I have had. While I have found new, more reliable role models within the church family, I cannot deny that my blood family has had some effect on me. The final reason for my fear of marriage comes from my one full brother. As many of the bloggers know, I was part of his wedding last year. He was married to his high school sweetheart after they'd been together for six years. After they were married his wife became considerable more selfish than she had been before. She has done and said a lot of things that have caused a lot of hurt to our family, whether it is intended or not-- because while my family may not communicate well, we are fiercely loyal. When someone is harming one of ours, we become VERY protective and defensive no matter what his or her flaws may be. She has placed one of her guy friends in a higher position of importance in her life than my brother on several occasions and this is not okay. This is what I fear for myself. I fear that I will end up with someone who doesn't cherish me the way I deserve to be cherished. I fear that I will end up just as lonely married as I have been single. I fear being emotionally abandoned. Perhaps that is ridiculous, but based on my history, it is with good cause.
Then again, perhaps after all the time I have waited and have yet to wait, and because I have seen the kind of wife I could never be and the kind of husband I could not have, perhaps this will be the difference that will matter. Perhaps this will rescue me from the relational chaos that my family history would doom me too if not for God's grace.
My heart, on the other hand, still cannot ponder the thought of marriage because of my life's experiences. I once thought I knew who I was going to marry. I loved him despite the fact that he had never shown that sort of interest in me. I convinced myself for 5 years that he would eventually come around and I finally had to let that go. If by some miracle he did at any time in the future decide that he wanted me back in his life, sincerely and completely, then I would be willing to consider that and I still would not be afraid, but in general with the rest of the population, I am still afraid. I know that if I met the right person, I would no longer be afraid, but I wonder if the fear is evident. If it's somehow holding me back.
One might wonder why I am so afraid. I am afraid that the odds are against me because of my family's history. Both of my parents were married and divorced once before they met each other. While they have been married for nearly 30 years, it seems that they remain together out of complacency rather than love. They don't communicate when something is wrong. My mother yells while my father just goes along with it to keep her from getting even more angry. My father is capable of communication--I do it with him all the time. But most of the time I don't share anything deep with my mother because I am afraid that she won't take me seriously.
That alone probably makes me damaged good for anyone who tries to take me in. But it is not the only thing that comprises my fear of marriage. There is also the fact that of my five siblings (four are half siblings), four of them have been married and divorced at least once. One of them has lived with AT LEAST twenty men in my remembrances and has four children, each with a different father. These are the role models for relationships I have had. While I have found new, more reliable role models within the church family, I cannot deny that my blood family has had some effect on me. The final reason for my fear of marriage comes from my one full brother. As many of the bloggers know, I was part of his wedding last year. He was married to his high school sweetheart after they'd been together for six years. After they were married his wife became considerable more selfish than she had been before. She has done and said a lot of things that have caused a lot of hurt to our family, whether it is intended or not-- because while my family may not communicate well, we are fiercely loyal. When someone is harming one of ours, we become VERY protective and defensive no matter what his or her flaws may be. She has placed one of her guy friends in a higher position of importance in her life than my brother on several occasions and this is not okay. This is what I fear for myself. I fear that I will end up with someone who doesn't cherish me the way I deserve to be cherished. I fear that I will end up just as lonely married as I have been single. I fear being emotionally abandoned. Perhaps that is ridiculous, but based on my history, it is with good cause.
Then again, perhaps after all the time I have waited and have yet to wait, and because I have seen the kind of wife I could never be and the kind of husband I could not have, perhaps this will be the difference that will matter. Perhaps this will rescue me from the relational chaos that my family history would doom me too if not for God's grace.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Game Night with Barack Obama
Okay, so last night I had quite a strange dream. I was at somebody's house, I'm not sure whose, and we were having a game night. The house felt strangely familiar in the dream, but now that I am awake, I cannot identify it. There were quite a few people at the house, intermixed from different parts of my life as usual, plus some I didn't know. Some of my family members were there and also some church friends, and all were mingling together during the games as if they'd all known each other for years.
At one point I got up to get something to drink from the stainless steel refrigerator and there was a girl there I didn't know. She started talking about the blogs and she said, "And then there's that Jeni girl. Her blogs are SOOO boring."
I spoke up and said, "Hey, that's me!"
And her response was a flippant, "I know."
Right about that time, the board game ended and everyone started gathering in the kitchen to get some snacks in between games. We were all chatting and getting ready to head back to the table when there was a brief tap on the door. Before anybody can get over to let our guest in, the door opened and in walked Barack Obama. Everyone looked at him, astounded, not really certain that he was really there.
When he finally opened his mouth to speak, he said, "What's the matter? Did you think I didn't know about these things?"
He sat down at the table, as did his wife and children, and he motioned for all of us to join him.
And then I woke up. That was interesting...
At one point I got up to get something to drink from the stainless steel refrigerator and there was a girl there I didn't know. She started talking about the blogs and she said, "And then there's that Jeni girl. Her blogs are SOOO boring."
I spoke up and said, "Hey, that's me!"
And her response was a flippant, "I know."
Right about that time, the board game ended and everyone started gathering in the kitchen to get some snacks in between games. We were all chatting and getting ready to head back to the table when there was a brief tap on the door. Before anybody can get over to let our guest in, the door opened and in walked Barack Obama. Everyone looked at him, astounded, not really certain that he was really there.
When he finally opened his mouth to speak, he said, "What's the matter? Did you think I didn't know about these things?"
He sat down at the table, as did his wife and children, and he motioned for all of us to join him.
And then I woke up. That was interesting...
Thursday, January 03, 2008
For a Limited Time Only
Okay, so perhaps the title of this post is a bit too much like an advertisement. But really it is accurate. Because here's the thing... I have this friend. Let's just call her "Schmecky". Oh wait, we've already done this, haven't we?
I guess I'll refrain from calling her "Schmecky" for the entire post AGAIN. So anyway, yesterday Becky was here. For one whole day. 24 hours. (Well, maybe more like 28, but since I was working, it didn't really matter.) We went out last night. I wasn't ready to go yet when Becky and Mary came to pick me up at my apartment--I had just gotten home and was trying to change after work. It made things a bit frantic. But anyway, I got ready to go and we headed downtown for a 4:50 movie time. We watched Charlie Wilson's War which was quite depressing. Then we went to Bangkok Cuisine for dinner. This was a required activity. Before Becky decided what day she was coming into town, she requested that I call Bangkok to see if they would be open on New Year's Day. If they had been, she would have been here then, but alas, they were not, and so the day after New Year's would have to do.
After dinner, we were faced with another disappointment. The Chocolate Bar was CLOSED! AHHHHHHHHHH! So we went to Seven Tea on Arlington instead where we chose drinks named for the seven deadly sins. As you can imagine, this resulted in quite a few jokes. And then it was time for me to go home since I had to work at 7am again today. And now it will be another 8 or 9 months before I see one of my closest friends again.
In the mean time, Mary has suggested that I get involved volunteering for an unnamed presidential campaign. This was probably just as much for her sake as it was for mine, since she doesn't want to volunteer alone. And Becky is a bit sad because she won't be here to caucus. Anyway, I signed both of us (Mary and I) today and we are thinking of going to the caucus party on Tuesday. Woo hoo! Who knew that I could be this nerdy.
I think perhaps I should stop writing before I let it slip that I bought 11 books on Barnes and Noble's website this weekend. (They were all clearance, so I really only spent about 35 dollars...) OOPS! I didn't mean to actually tell that! :)
Well, good night to all, and I hope you have nerdy dreams!
I guess I'll refrain from calling her "Schmecky" for the entire post AGAIN. So anyway, yesterday Becky was here. For one whole day. 24 hours. (Well, maybe more like 28, but since I was working, it didn't really matter.) We went out last night. I wasn't ready to go yet when Becky and Mary came to pick me up at my apartment--I had just gotten home and was trying to change after work. It made things a bit frantic. But anyway, I got ready to go and we headed downtown for a 4:50 movie time. We watched Charlie Wilson's War which was quite depressing. Then we went to Bangkok Cuisine for dinner. This was a required activity. Before Becky decided what day she was coming into town, she requested that I call Bangkok to see if they would be open on New Year's Day. If they had been, she would have been here then, but alas, they were not, and so the day after New Year's would have to do.
After dinner, we were faced with another disappointment. The Chocolate Bar was CLOSED! AHHHHHHHHHH! So we went to Seven Tea on Arlington instead where we chose drinks named for the seven deadly sins. As you can imagine, this resulted in quite a few jokes. And then it was time for me to go home since I had to work at 7am again today. And now it will be another 8 or 9 months before I see one of my closest friends again.
In the mean time, Mary has suggested that I get involved volunteering for an unnamed presidential campaign. This was probably just as much for her sake as it was for mine, since she doesn't want to volunteer alone. And Becky is a bit sad because she won't be here to caucus. Anyway, I signed both of us (Mary and I) today and we are thinking of going to the caucus party on Tuesday. Woo hoo! Who knew that I could be this nerdy.
I think perhaps I should stop writing before I let it slip that I bought 11 books on Barnes and Noble's website this weekend. (They were all clearance, so I really only spent about 35 dollars...) OOPS! I didn't mean to actually tell that! :)
Well, good night to all, and I hope you have nerdy dreams!
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