There is a blog in progress.
EDIT:
For those scoffers (no names mentioned, Kels) who did not believe that this would become a blog, to them I dedicate this. I simply find rare moments when my computer works so it seemed like the most logical thing to...oh no one cares. Let me begin my blog.
This piece of writing has been a thought process for many weeks, but I, being the busy woman that I am, have not had time to take pen to paper or fingers to keyboard, respectively, to convey the thoughts into a medium easily understandable by non-members of my personal brain cult. My subject is nerdity, my purpose is to promote it and my goal is to make you love it...you, oh desired reader, whose secret longing for my heart draws you to my blog. Be amazed, interested, and amused. May I suck you in to the deep thoughts of my tangled mind.
Most of my profound thoughts are concocted in the deep cogitations of my heart during intense plant watering at the Home Depot. There are so many thoughts that flit through my brain: here....gone...back...gone...here. sit awhile...run away again. By the time I have a moment with a good piece of paper and a pen ("good" to be expanded upon in future) I am either falling asleep or my thoughts have definitely fled. As they are fleeing now...rapidly... Oh, I finally have a functioning computer and I have no thoughts!
Nerdiness, I must say, is a blessing and a curse. In each nerd, the characteristic plays differently, affecting the mind or the body or the soul or varied combinations of all three. With me, it is very certain combination of all three. It affects everything I say and do, it influences my emotions and my morals, it intensifies my feelings and my addictions; in short, it makes me who I am. Well, of course it does! I am: A NERD.
I write with Zebra pens. Not just any Zebra pen for Zebra makes many kinds. They are the stainless steel fine point black pens. They MUST be stainless steel, they MUST be fine point and they MUST be black. There are no other ways to make this known. Simply put, I MUST use these pens. And they cannot write on any old paper. Notes can be written on lineless paper as long as the paper is soft, but not smooth or shiny and never thick. I prefer a grain so that the ink is absorbed, but not TOO absorbed so that it spreads, blends or disappears. Lined paper is ideal for intense writing. If the words have purpose or beauty or convey innermost thoughts (as I desire all of my words to do) then the paper simply must be lined. The lines have to be thin. And here, I am not referring to college ruled. I mean the actual lines that the words sit upon must be thin. The print must be thin, the ink must be light or the lines will be greater than the fine-point-penned words, and that may never be!!! (Such would be an abomination!) As for rules, indeed, college ruled is the greatest line size imaginable. Wide-ruled is for fools and non-nerds. May I never be compelled to write on such blasphemous paper, such an abomination to the beauty of my art! University ruled paper sets my heart a-flutter (as long as the lines are printed finely, as I said) and my Zebra pen (of stainless steel, fine point and black ink) cries out in excitement at the prospect.
Words...writing...pens...paper...Such are my lovers! May I never be without them.
Such are the ramblings of a true nerd. Next time: WORDS: BEHIND THE SCENES. For now, the means by which they get to you...Crystal L. Cox, signing off!
From: December 5, 2005
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From: May 2, 2006
From: Augiust 11, 2006
Thoughts in Words
Contemplations at 12:54 a.m. on what will eventually become the day of Saturday, August 12, 2006.
I think too much. Did I ever tell you that? It is most assuredly the truth. I do not believe that I have ever let thirty minutes go by without somehow allowing my brain to lapse back into the strange and absurd lifeform known primarily--and creepily--as THOUGHT PROCESSES. Lately, I have begun to think that my description of "contemplations" is vaguely incorrect. After all, often times my thoughts are from a serious, though nearly vegetative, state of subconsciouness so that I am very nearly hynotized in my brain rather than genuinely "thinking". Could I tell you what my thoughts are of? Often, no. Am I able to explain my sudden sadnesses or happinesses? Verily, I cannot. This is, indeed, because I am beginning to cease in my prolonged habit of thinking in words and I have begun to think in elusive mists of ideas. Yet the wordiness shall return...I promise. What I need--though I hate to say it--is a classroom, a notebook of college-ruled, lined paper, a Zebra pen, and hours of uninteresting classroom conversation at my disposal in which my thoughts may make themselves manifest in the WRITTEN WORD. Ahh, I admit it! I cannot wait...
Whatchacallit...I'm sleepy. (Compliments of Brian)
Work, early. Long day ahead. Little sleep in my recent past...The Answer is Obvious.
Happy Friday Night! Who goes out on Friday night anyway? Assuredly not I!
From: October 12, 2006
Hi, this is Crystal, reporting back after a night filled with long, rigorous paper-writing for Daniel Punday, professor of English. The class is Literary Theory, the text is S/Z, the writer is Roland Barthes, the subject is readerly and writerly, the summation is intense, the reaction is frustrated interest, the result is...
infantilization of self
thank you, and goodbye.
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