Archive for February, 2008



Wednesday

Today’s 100-word topic: Wednesday

Wednesday, I have lived through a thousand of them, none in my memory more exceptional than another. Wednesday and I are merely acquaintances, meeting once a week. Despite this, Wednesday has seen me at my best and worst, and it has quietly passed in the background, without a word of encouragement or praise. In all fairness I have never reached out to Wednesday either. But Wednesday always comes, faithfully, ignoring my hopeless dependency on its passing every week. I’ve often wondered though, when the day comes that I miss my meeting with Wednesday, will it even notice I never showed?

PS – I’ve been sick the last couple days. Trying hard to finish off some non-100-word posts.

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Fresh

Seeing as I missed Saturday’s 100-word topic because I was away I thought I’d go back to that, so today’s topic: Fresh

It was probably around day five on the sea kayaking trip when we reached the waterfall. We were tired and the hot weather beat down on us as we paddled, but we arrived. Our clothes and bodies were caked in salt, dirt, and food.
The waterfall’s freezing water had probably been snow covering the top of a Canadian mountain only a few hours earlier. But despite the frigid temperatures we all jumped in, thankful for salvation from the salt water we had paddled through all week. The fresh water rained down on us as we stood underneath the cleansing downpour.

I’ve got a non-1oo-word post headed your way tomorrow.

Victory

Today’s 100-word topic is: Victory

I often have dreams where I am a foot soldier in a war. I’ll hold my gun close and sit against a tree, waiting for some orders from an officer in charge. During these dreams I never think about the overall victory of winning the war, that big large concept that makes us blind to the lives that are sacrificed for victory. No, I’m concerned about my life and the lives of my fellow dream soldiers. And from that moment of intense dream reality I am reminded that each mouthful of air is in its own way a small victory.

Life Is An Interesting Narrative

As I was reading through new blog post on the UMWblogs site, I found this one titled “A Story Everywhere”. Right away the title has my attention and at the first line I am hooked:

“The simple truth of the matter is that people fascinate me.”

The post is a brief story about the author’s interaction with a cashier, named Dawn, at the Giant. I recommend reading it, it is not too long, and it manages to fit a lot into a short post. Here is just an excerpt:

I was thinking about Dawn, my Dawn, my fast cashier, and her life in New Mexico, and ’how did she end up here?’ and ‘why would anybody want 4 loafs of bread at once?’ In that moment I realized for the first time that Dawn had a story. She had hopes, dreams, fears; she became real to me, more real than our autopilot interactions of the past 6 or so months.

The author brings it home at the end with:

My experience today with Dawn served as a simple reminder that everyone has something to say, and perhaps something to teach you. We as artists(or individuals) can never stop learning. It is the single most fundamental and necessary part of our art; we must always find new ideas in people, and learn from them.

I love moments like this and when someone can put it into words well I soak it up in all its extraordinary ordinariness.

So in the spirit of ordinary moments I will briefly share something that happened to me a few months ago that I recalled while reading the previously mentioned post.

It was back in the fall semester when I was in a real deep funk. I went to my car to drive around and maybe stop at the store, but mostly I drove so I could have a private place to feel frustrated and defeated. While I was out I stopped at the Walmart and I silently walked the aisles looking for something I can’t remember. As I was standing in the the school supply aisle a lady approached me. She did not speak English very well, but she asked if I could help her find school supplies for her child. She pointed to the list that she held, indicating what she needed to find. Despite my mood, I willingly obliged to help her find the items. After I would pull the item off the shelf I would point to what it was on the list so she could diligently cross it out. When we had finished and we parted ways I could not help, but wonder about the women I had just helped. How long had she been in the country? What must it be like to struggle to find school supplies for your child because you don’t know the language of your new country? Many thoughts were racing through my head and because of that moment I felt grounded again. I was connected to the world around me, a world that is far more complex then my small little existence.

Standard

Today’s topic: Standard 

My mother once told me a story about how a bad snow storm forced the school to close early. The students were sent to the gym while they waited to be picked up. During the wait some students pulled out a record player and put on the Beach Boys “Wouldn’t It Be Nice”. Alas, once the teachers heard the lyrics they told the students to shut off the music. I had to laugh at the change in standards. To think the Beach Boys were ever considered inappropriate seems odd when I owned Green Day’s Dookie album when I was seven.


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