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You Are A Green Girl
You feel most at home in a world of ideas.
You're curious and logical - and enjoy a good intellectual challenge.
You're super cool, calm, and collected. Very little tries your patience.
Your only fear? People not realizing how smart and able you are!

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Tuesday, 10 November 2009

  • flipping the script. my writing break = more writing

    why is it so difficult to write this out?

    ed research class:

    narrative research on self. should be easy, right? um, nope! the irony here for me is that I've spent so much time doing reflective writing. and I can't come up with the analysis on myself. it's just so hard. part of this has to do with switching gears from "I feel" to "my research shows" - that's just tough.

    but...i am cheered. i do think (even in this process of sloughing through) thought is going on!!! whoo hoo. in my first analysis that I did on someone else, it actually made sense and was acceptable. somehow the motifs of life are easier seen on someone else than they are on self. i was really really nervous when my subject read my analysis. but it turned out pretty decently. so this hard work is totally worth the ethical agonizing...and in this case, the personal mirror gazing....

    in my interview, I kept excusing myself, "I didn't know." or "nobody told me". that last one  is so prevalent that part of my title (at least in this draft) is "No One Told Me: Mythologies and Responsibilities, A Personal Narrative"

    one great thing about this research format though is one set of data isn't good enough. so i also had to interview the person who interviewed me to get his themes from the process. and so when I have my excuses like "nobody told me", he could easily call me on it from my biography!

    so this is important. if i want life to be different than how it's gone down so far, i have to be in charge of it. i have to make choices and moves. people have to know me well enough to be able to call me on it when i'm going down the wrong lane. i have to have good friends if that's what i want. i have to be  a good friend if that's what's going to happen.

    switching from the old mythology of things being done by others for me to save me, to responsibility where you own up for things you must.

    why can't i just call it a day in this simple line right there? i mean, i know why. i've got to write it down. it will help me flip the script.

    maaaybe when i'm done, i can be a professional script flipper. heh, i like the sound of that:

    Michele E.. Miyamoto, M.Ed., Professional Script Flipper

    ok, back to work!

     

Monday, 09 November 2009

  • Currently
    Far
    By Regina Spektor
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    we had a lucky day yesterday. it was sunny and warm! how odd! on saturday, i bought more plastic to do the windows in the living room, but it was too nice to work on that yesterday.

    got to go to the playground in Stowe and then picked up supplies for roasting marshmallows and dogs! miles fell asleep on the way home and laid in daddy's arms while I got the fire going. the kids were like little river bank animals playing while they waited for what was later deemed "delicious" hot dogs....

    i just love fire. i can't resist. it's the one thing that really stinks about living in an apartment...but at least we have a good backyard, where we can chill and have cool fires...

    did a rediculous ammount of laundry.

    then made ricotta fettucine with marinara on top. i thought that would be a winner, but not with the little people. all three of them didn't like it! who doesn't like ricotta? i was really surprised.

    so...in the mean time, i've got a ton of writing to get done. every time i get started, i just give up. i don't know. i can't seem to write this paper longhand and don't have the computer at home...so i've been procrastinating....just thinking about it has got me biting my nails.

    you know, i just want to have fun. like for a couple of years? plllease?

Friday, 06 November 2009

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    Outcasts United: A Refugee Team, an American Town
    By Warren St. John
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    a year later

    been an interesting year, LOTS of stuff going on.

    in march my sister had a baby, Liam. good god, he's so cute.

    my brother got married in April. we all traveled down to Florida where he lives and had a good time. my divorce had been finalized two days before we took off. driving around in a red Jeep Patriot, the kids were goggle eyed and wondered why we didn't live there...

    in May school ended and I went down a rabbit hole of helping a friend finish up his school work in the face of some serious difficulty - an adventure that took us both by storm into August.

    in July, my other sister and her fiancee came into town and got married. it was so awesome to have family in my neck of the woods...i had to give a speech since i was the maid of honor. it was just so cool to hang out with everybody. everybody is getting older and obviously doing their own thing. somehow we all have this jarring response...but you were much younger!

    In August we spent a lot of time around home visiting markets, and doing beaches and summer concerts...i just wanted to spend all of my time in the northeast kingdom where it's quiet and gorgeous. i also got attuned and am now able to do reiki (a japanese relaxation technique)

    in sept, school started again. will's in 3rd, steven in 1st and Miles still in daycare having a good time. i enrolled in two classes, ed research and a sociology course "demystifying schooling."

    in oct, I turned 31. i'm in burrowing mode now. I'm stewing over the interviews that were conducted for my research class and thinking a great deal about the way I've handled myself the last 15 years to be particular.

    here's my outcomes so far:

    .....oh, we have choices in life. i haven't been making choices, but reacting to things...how might it be different if i were making choices?

    .....i didn't know very much. it's really important to be empowered to learn and grow. it's important to be able to feel comfortable with supports too.

    ....i wasn't always thinking. i think i'm thinking, but i'm often annoyed that things have gone the way they have. not realizing i could have been more proactive.

    ....i'm on the look out for injustice. realizing this, i want to do more than notice it and get mad.

    ....i don't often tell people how i feel. it's one thing to tell people when things are good. it's another to be somehow cool and yet tell people when things are not right.

    ...i have been working really hard to be who I am. but I have been doing that alone. I don't want to do things alone anymore.

    so some changes:

    1. find out what I"m doing that I have choice in. (oh, everything! lol.)

    2. decide what I'd like

    3. make moves.

    4. have supports that work - give and take.

    5. be honest.

    6. be brave.

    7. learn how to hug and also dance

    .

    when i was maybe 10 years younger, i used to write elaborate lists about things I wanted to learn and accomplish. some of those things I"ve done. but now, look at this list, it's gotten a lot simpler. and that makes me quite happy.

    hope you are all well, xanga land/ xangafriends....

     

     

     

     

Monday, 01 December 2008

  • Currently
    When the Emperor Was Divine
    By Julie Otsuka
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    jumping lives

    i missed the train on writing about thanksgiving.

    i did a lot of reading over thanksgiving. - Annie Dillard's "American Childhood" and other assorted actual children's books... I was actually home and with my kids during break.

    i got inspired reading dillard and lugged out about 3 volumes of journals from 1992-1993.

    i was a very up and down personal emotionally during this good time in my life. you know, i was 13 then. i read a lot, i vacuumed alot, i made a lot of kid lunches, and i played piano, did art class, clase de espanol...and we went hiking a lot!

    I kept waiting for the slams. the things that began to radically change my life forever.

    i sometimes wonder about the effects of loss on people's lives.

    you know, i really loved the people i was around in NY.

    and then, we had to leave our church. and then we had to move to VT.

     

    --

    and just as I the reader of my own story, was waiting for those entries. the timebombs the ones where i find out that my life is so not in my own control. i had faith, which i inherited from my family, i knew how to use the language and I was very much into it. but in many ways, looking back during that time, it was a cosmological framework, which was small and expansive at the same time.

    --

    i'm still waiting for the slam.

    --

    i'm thankful though for the marvelous friends I had back then. i had forgotten how very much we used to do together. and i'm sorry that I'd forgotten. i guess when you get slam, you hurt others. and that's not something that is easy to admit. partially because it's such a new concept to me. and so unintended.

    --

    i guess i'm thankful that life has been tremendous.

    that i live fully

    and that I know what I like and what I don't and I'm not afraid to experiment.

    --

    when life doesn't stay the same all the way through childhood, things get confusing. even when they are the same, we still change as human beings.

    it's hard to believe that all of the growing and changing i did as a kid, are tasks up ahead for my kids.

    i'm thankful. i remember after I moved, once I went back to my old church and participated in the thanksgiving service there. you stand up and say what you're thankful for. i did. i said what I was thankful for, but there was a little ache in my throat.

    i feel like that now. but in my heart there is a little ache.

    --

    maybe i'm a cat with nine lives. i think I'm currently on #4.

    kid in NY.

    teenager in VT

    college kid in Johnson

    mother of 3

    not married anymore, hey! that's #5....

    they just keep comin'

    slam...

    (er...sorry)

Tuesday, 14 October 2008

  • work work work work

    5:30 up with pinchy miles. huh. steven knocked one of my curtains down by sitting on it....errrrr.

    6:00 bubbling oatmeal, coffee, cups of water, finding spoons.

    6:30 chasing miles to dress him. smell that weleda calendula all over him. he REALLY doesn't like his cool new shoes someone got him....

    7:00 jumping into the shower and dressing while Miles sits on the floor really sad that his brothers got to leave the house with their dad. (they took a walk to school)

    7:30ish...dressing still. towel drying the hair. picking up sniffly

    7:50, I drive over by the school in time to catch the boys walking up the sidewalk to school. they see me!

    7:55: dropping off miles at daycare. we had a moment of gazing into one another's eyes. he's still so wonderful!

    8:ish...work.

    paperwork.

    data entry.

    phone calls.

    appointments.

    internets.

    appointments.

    scheduling things.

    drawing up contracts and schedules.

    lunch at 12 - glad to get out of my office.

    back at 1.

    more of the same.

    it's 4:06 and I'm really exhausted.