Recently I found the old three ring binder I kept all of my poetry and other writing in during high school. I opened it briefly and noticed that the piece on top was from the summer after my senior year– over 15 years old. I am kind of afraid to read it. I remember a number of my (not exactly good) poems quite well. But the piece on top, I have no memory of, so there’s bound to be a few surprises. I guess I should mostly just look at it with the thought that at least I’ve gotten better.
Archive for September, 2010
Currently Watching: Bleach
I enjoy watching anime. Currently, we’re watching Bleach. It is over all a pretty good show, but its very hard to see how one season relates to the others, or even if we should call them seasons.
Watching episode 171, it seems far removed from the last episode we saw (over a month ago, granted). Only the two main characters remain. Of course, I was reminded that when we first started watching this show, there were sentient stuffed animals (not quite, but it is how I think of them) but they have not been seen in quite some time, either.
Watching: Haven
I’m not a Stephen King fan, but we decided to start watching the new SyFy show Haven when it started this summer. So far I am really enjoying it. More than anything it reminds me of early X-Files- there’s a new monster every week and good, though not really romantic, chemistry between the two leads. There is also, I think, a little bit of poking fun at Murder She Wrote- every week in this little town in Maine, there’s a new murder. But in this case, everyone knows that something is wrong. It makes for an enjoyable bit of camp.
The Colony (7)
It’s called a moment of recognition, and it is an essential component to a good novel. I realize The Colony is unscripted, but a moment of recognition is what I need to continue caring about these people. Just a moment to realize they aren’t the only ones struggling to survive, that the way to rebuild society is not to attack everyone you see.
But the producers have taken away that possibility. By refusing to give the colonists any positive interactions with strangers, they have taken away the one thing that makes these people human beings, not animals struggling to survive.
Fantasy Football
For the first year in many years, I don’t have a fantasy football team this year. It’s only the opening week, and I already miss it.
I like the competition amongst friends, and I like that it makes almost all football games more interesting. I rarely see my team play (they most often play at the same time as the home team) and I can’t afford the tv package that would change that. I still follow the home team, but I have come to follow other teams and players, having “owned” those players in previous years. I miss the investment.
My Favorite Season
Fall is my favorite season, just like the waning crescent is my favorite phase of the moon. There’s something calming about the shortening of days, cooler weather, and picking apples from the trees in the yard to make pie. It’s a joy, once again, to have my dogs curled up right next to me, or even on top of me.
The summer is too hot, too bright; winter too cold and dark; spring is full of life and excitement. Fall is peace for me, the reminder that everything comes to an end, and there is a beauty to it all.