Wow - so this is the feeling that every artist has. The feeling of starting new on a blank, white canvas, with a world of opportunities to share vision and the gravity of potentially humiliating mistakes. Ah well, everyone has to start somewhere. I’m not even sure what stream-of-consciousness means. I don’t think my written thoughts can be typed as fast as I am thinking them. In which case, it wouldn’t be a stream, it’d be more of an alternatively bubbling and dry brook. And man is it difficult to keep up with grammatical errors and syntax when typing like one’s talking.
Oh, and that also means I talk funnily. Is “funnily” even a word? Just like “prettier”. Why do people keep correcting me on that to “more pretty” when “prettier” is grammatically correct?! How did I get from a canvas to grammar? My thoughts are random. Not only is the brook now bubbly and intermittent, it weaves, wanders, and meanders. Random-minded college friends did not help me at all with my current mental state (much was intended in that previous statement).
I wish I had a thesaurus in my mind. Then I wouldn’t have to reiterate so many words and sound boring.
OH OH! Today at the optometrist’s office, I impressed the doctor by knowing what “glaucoma” is. Afterwards, she wasn’t scared at all to use technical words with me, which I REALLY enjoyed! I hate it when doctors belittle you and use simple terms that don’t mean anything. She even gave my a physiology/pharmaceutical lesson on how the drug eye drops are a parasympathetic/sympathetic process that causes the circular muscle around the pupil to relax and enlarge the pupil! SO cool!
I miss studying biology, human anatomy, and physiology. The study of life will always be fascinating to me in a way indescribable. If I didn’t have any calling or commands to spread the gospel, I’d want to do research and study life all. day. long. literally.
I just named these daily “morning pages” Intermittently Bubbly Longhands. Or IBLs pronounced “’ibble” or “kibble” without the “k”. These IBLs are going to be fun!
Did I mention, my eyes are still dilated so I’m wearing this ridiculous 2D shades that sit on my glasses? According to my sister, I look like an owl. I don’t mind look wise, old, and sage, but I never imagined sunglasses were capable of giving that effect.
My foot is itchy. Of the members of my family, I’m the least reactive to ant bites, particularly fire ant bites. Anyone else who gets ant bites will usually swell up and have irresistable itchiness that can last for up to 3 weeks. Mine are relatively tiny bumps with itchiness greater than that of normal mosquito bites and irritate me for a little over a week. This is strange, because my skin is generally pretty sensitive to external circumstances.
Are zits still called zits if they don’t grow on the face? Why are there so many names for pimples? I thought people didn’t like blackheads! I wonder what’s the medical term for acne. Did you know, in Chinese, we call them “beautiful dots”? Talk about a culturally different perspective! Or, perhaps, they just want to comfort those with countless such growths. I don’t know.
Perhaps, I’m being too straightforward in my morning pages. Well, the instructors had no specific requirements on the content of my longhand notes. I can always revise my work to meet the expectations. I’m not even sure if I’m supposed to turn it in.
I almost wished I had studied psychology more in college, but then I always remember how the psychologists have such a twisted view of sin in people’s lives. They attribute the problem to everything but the depravity of man and satan. It’s really depressing. But the study of the thought processes of people is absolutely intriguing. Perhaps, one day, I will just sit outside or in the middle of a mall and be a people-observer. I wonder what I could learn from such experiences. I bet I could build a huge data form or excel sheet and come up with some elaborate theory or scheme for the idiosyncrasies of mankind. Or at least one idiosyncrasy...
Do I get to use double-spaced or do I have to use single-spaced for these morning pages? I can’t believe I’ve only written a little more than one page’s worth of content. I feel like such a rambler already. I just hope I don’t run out of thoughts entirely by the end of the week. Worse yet, I don’t want to run out of vocabulary.
That just means, I NEED to read more books. I need to devour some good, solid classics about now. I’ve abandoned for too long. Some Charles Dickens seems very appealing now. I’ll probably dive into Great Expectations or The Tale of Two Cities tomorrow, after my eyes un-dilate. I’m not sure if that’s technically correct.
I should stop worrying about if I’m technically correct. It’s not going to help in business school where there isn’t always ONE RIGHT ANSWER. Ugggghhh - that is just going to bug me to NO end. That would never work in the world of math.
Ooo! One encouraging thing about the Acton program that I was reading today was how they train their students to think clearly in order to make purposeful actions. These types of actions repeated become great habits which in turn improve one’s character and qualities. This high character allows for a high calling which brings one person to their final destiny and destination. All this to say, I want to learn to think clear thoughts and I know my mother has laid excellent groundwork for that. I’m not expert, but I’ve got the genes and potential!!
I still have yellow goo in my eyes. My eyes feel a bit dry and a little burned. It’s kind of like the feeling after you’ve been in the sun for too long, but you’re not sun-toasted yet.
I’m running out of thoughts. I still need to blog on my collaborative blog with Essie. My brain feels like it hurts... or maybe it’s just headache and I need to drink water. Excuse while I take a moment to erase everything in my brain for 30 seconds while imbibing this precious resource.
Ahhhhh, dihydrogen monoxide, the most treasured liquid in the world but the most wasted element in America. I bet if the US government didn’t subsidize water, American would waste less. Nahh, I take that back. Americans would just start borrowing money to purchase water and live in debt. Gah...
Ok, stop the negative thinking and think only of how blessed you are to have such an abundant amount of aqua. A virtually endless supply of chemically-cleaned water is at my fingertips and I need not complain. God always provides. He did, He has, and He always will. Did I mention that God is perfect. He definitely is. And unfortunately, we don’t always grasp His perfection. We don’t comprehend the encompassing love of His that means what He says, and says what He means. We too often make God out to be a liar. That reminds me of the post I did yesterday on Minds Miscellaneous / Miss Cellaneoae: http://mindsmiscellaneous.blogspot.com/2012/08/truth-or-lie.html
Blog is short for web-log. Does that mean when I blog, I log in a web? Or am I webbing up a log? I have no clue.
I don’t like not knowing what I’m saying. It stinks that I’m really lazy too. Wait, I’m going to change that. Lemme do some quick research on the etymology of “blog”... And I do believe, I am adding logs to the web, but not biological logs, but recording entries. Ahh, the joys of the homonymous nature of the English language.
*Sighs* How can I still have a WHOLE page left to write! I want to go to bed. My left index finger is sore for some unknown reason. I have a bunch of texts and emails I need to send. I have data on my cellphone now! The funny thing with the new cellphones in the house is that I can’t really recognize the different ringtones and which tones belong to whom. I have to re-register everything in my brain.
Ow, it feels like someone is constantly tugging at or squeezing my index finger. Let’s see if I can type without that finger. Hmmm... a little awkward, but it could work. The funny thing is that, since I’ve decided to stop using my LEFT index finger, my RIGHT index finger automatically decides to slow down on typing as well. Ok, it’s not easing the pain, so I might as well type with it.
I don’t think it’s the muscles in my finger, because there are barely any muscles in there (the muscles that move the fingers are mostly in the lower arm). So something must be wrong with either the nerve at the stem of the finger or at my elbow. Less likely at my elbow though, since the nerve for that finger is situated more deeply in the middle of my arm, whereas the nerves for the ring fingers and pinkies are closer to the olecranon or extension of the ulna which most people call the elbow.
Alright, I’ll stop diagnosing. The pain has diminished for no apparent reason, for which I am thankful. I just really want to finish these 3 pages now!
I wonder how most misunderstandings occur. I wonder what percentage of strife is due to the disobedience of the commands, “be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to become angry”? I also wonder what percentage is due to the incapability of people to express themselves clearly through words, facial expressions, and other nonverbal forms of communication. scientists should do some research on that.
It shows a lot of importance then, in the teaching of language arts, for it is truly, indeed, an art to implement the languages of the humans between such wonderfully creative and critical creatures.
My lips are dry and I haven’t even been speaking aloud. Speaking of which, I need to practice public speaking. Number one, I need to learn to NOT BE NERVOUS! I’m not perfect and everybody knows that! Number two, I need to find a good balance between an outline and a total transcript of what I’m going to say. I usually either put too much or too little in my notes. I scare myself into thinking I’m unprepared because I don’t have enough content. I also need to throw out the ideas of looking silly. That’s not to say I shouldn’t practice in front of mirror and look and talk as convincingly as possible, but I do need a double dose of confidence. It makes a huge different on the deliverance of a speech / talk.
AAAANNNNDDDD... I’m calling it quits for now. I need to go do that other blog post and then head to bed. Writing is hard but rewarding!
God bless you!
~CJ
Oh, and that also means I talk funnily. Is “funnily” even a word? Just like “prettier”. Why do people keep correcting me on that to “more pretty” when “prettier” is grammatically correct?! How did I get from a canvas to grammar? My thoughts are random. Not only is the brook now bubbly and intermittent, it weaves, wanders, and meanders. Random-minded college friends did not help me at all with my current mental state (much was intended in that previous statement).
I wish I had a thesaurus in my mind. Then I wouldn’t have to reiterate so many words and sound boring.
OH OH! Today at the optometrist’s office, I impressed the doctor by knowing what “glaucoma” is. Afterwards, she wasn’t scared at all to use technical words with me, which I REALLY enjoyed! I hate it when doctors belittle you and use simple terms that don’t mean anything. She even gave my a physiology/pharmaceutical lesson on how the drug eye drops are a parasympathetic/sympathetic process that causes the circular muscle around the pupil to relax and enlarge the pupil! SO cool!
I miss studying biology, human anatomy, and physiology. The study of life will always be fascinating to me in a way indescribable. If I didn’t have any calling or commands to spread the gospel, I’d want to do research and study life all. day. long. literally.
I just named these daily “morning pages” Intermittently Bubbly Longhands. Or IBLs pronounced “’ibble” or “kibble” without the “k”. These IBLs are going to be fun!
Did I mention, my eyes are still dilated so I’m wearing this ridiculous 2D shades that sit on my glasses? According to my sister, I look like an owl. I don’t mind look wise, old, and sage, but I never imagined sunglasses were capable of giving that effect.
My foot is itchy. Of the members of my family, I’m the least reactive to ant bites, particularly fire ant bites. Anyone else who gets ant bites will usually swell up and have irresistable itchiness that can last for up to 3 weeks. Mine are relatively tiny bumps with itchiness greater than that of normal mosquito bites and irritate me for a little over a week. This is strange, because my skin is generally pretty sensitive to external circumstances.
Are zits still called zits if they don’t grow on the face? Why are there so many names for pimples? I thought people didn’t like blackheads! I wonder what’s the medical term for acne. Did you know, in Chinese, we call them “beautiful dots”? Talk about a culturally different perspective! Or, perhaps, they just want to comfort those with countless such growths. I don’t know.
Perhaps, I’m being too straightforward in my morning pages. Well, the instructors had no specific requirements on the content of my longhand notes. I can always revise my work to meet the expectations. I’m not even sure if I’m supposed to turn it in.
I almost wished I had studied psychology more in college, but then I always remember how the psychologists have such a twisted view of sin in people’s lives. They attribute the problem to everything but the depravity of man and satan. It’s really depressing. But the study of the thought processes of people is absolutely intriguing. Perhaps, one day, I will just sit outside or in the middle of a mall and be a people-observer. I wonder what I could learn from such experiences. I bet I could build a huge data form or excel sheet and come up with some elaborate theory or scheme for the idiosyncrasies of mankind. Or at least one idiosyncrasy...
Do I get to use double-spaced or do I have to use single-spaced for these morning pages? I can’t believe I’ve only written a little more than one page’s worth of content. I feel like such a rambler already. I just hope I don’t run out of thoughts entirely by the end of the week. Worse yet, I don’t want to run out of vocabulary.
That just means, I NEED to read more books. I need to devour some good, solid classics about now. I’ve abandoned for too long. Some Charles Dickens seems very appealing now. I’ll probably dive into Great Expectations or The Tale of Two Cities tomorrow, after my eyes un-dilate. I’m not sure if that’s technically correct.
I should stop worrying about if I’m technically correct. It’s not going to help in business school where there isn’t always ONE RIGHT ANSWER. Ugggghhh - that is just going to bug me to NO end. That would never work in the world of math.
Ooo! One encouraging thing about the Acton program that I was reading today was how they train their students to think clearly in order to make purposeful actions. These types of actions repeated become great habits which in turn improve one’s character and qualities. This high character allows for a high calling which brings one person to their final destiny and destination. All this to say, I want to learn to think clear thoughts and I know my mother has laid excellent groundwork for that. I’m not expert, but I’ve got the genes and potential!!
I still have yellow goo in my eyes. My eyes feel a bit dry and a little burned. It’s kind of like the feeling after you’ve been in the sun for too long, but you’re not sun-toasted yet.
I’m running out of thoughts. I still need to blog on my collaborative blog with Essie. My brain feels like it hurts... or maybe it’s just headache and I need to drink water. Excuse while I take a moment to erase everything in my brain for 30 seconds while imbibing this precious resource.
Ahhhhh, dihydrogen monoxide, the most treasured liquid in the world but the most wasted element in America. I bet if the US government didn’t subsidize water, American would waste less. Nahh, I take that back. Americans would just start borrowing money to purchase water and live in debt. Gah...
Ok, stop the negative thinking and think only of how blessed you are to have such an abundant amount of aqua. A virtually endless supply of chemically-cleaned water is at my fingertips and I need not complain. God always provides. He did, He has, and He always will. Did I mention that God is perfect. He definitely is. And unfortunately, we don’t always grasp His perfection. We don’t comprehend the encompassing love of His that means what He says, and says what He means. We too often make God out to be a liar. That reminds me of the post I did yesterday on Minds Miscellaneous / Miss Cellaneoae: http://mindsmiscellaneous.blogspot.com/2012/08/truth-or-lie.html
Blog is short for web-log. Does that mean when I blog, I log in a web? Or am I webbing up a log? I have no clue.
I don’t like not knowing what I’m saying. It stinks that I’m really lazy too. Wait, I’m going to change that. Lemme do some quick research on the etymology of “blog”... And I do believe, I am adding logs to the web, but not biological logs, but recording entries. Ahh, the joys of the homonymous nature of the English language.
*Sighs* How can I still have a WHOLE page left to write! I want to go to bed. My left index finger is sore for some unknown reason. I have a bunch of texts and emails I need to send. I have data on my cellphone now! The funny thing with the new cellphones in the house is that I can’t really recognize the different ringtones and which tones belong to whom. I have to re-register everything in my brain.
Ow, it feels like someone is constantly tugging at or squeezing my index finger. Let’s see if I can type without that finger. Hmmm... a little awkward, but it could work. The funny thing is that, since I’ve decided to stop using my LEFT index finger, my RIGHT index finger automatically decides to slow down on typing as well. Ok, it’s not easing the pain, so I might as well type with it.
I don’t think it’s the muscles in my finger, because there are barely any muscles in there (the muscles that move the fingers are mostly in the lower arm). So something must be wrong with either the nerve at the stem of the finger or at my elbow. Less likely at my elbow though, since the nerve for that finger is situated more deeply in the middle of my arm, whereas the nerves for the ring fingers and pinkies are closer to the olecranon or extension of the ulna which most people call the elbow.
Alright, I’ll stop diagnosing. The pain has diminished for no apparent reason, for which I am thankful. I just really want to finish these 3 pages now!
I wonder how most misunderstandings occur. I wonder what percentage of strife is due to the disobedience of the commands, “be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to become angry”? I also wonder what percentage is due to the incapability of people to express themselves clearly through words, facial expressions, and other nonverbal forms of communication. scientists should do some research on that.
It shows a lot of importance then, in the teaching of language arts, for it is truly, indeed, an art to implement the languages of the humans between such wonderfully creative and critical creatures.
My lips are dry and I haven’t even been speaking aloud. Speaking of which, I need to practice public speaking. Number one, I need to learn to NOT BE NERVOUS! I’m not perfect and everybody knows that! Number two, I need to find a good balance between an outline and a total transcript of what I’m going to say. I usually either put too much or too little in my notes. I scare myself into thinking I’m unprepared because I don’t have enough content. I also need to throw out the ideas of looking silly. That’s not to say I shouldn’t practice in front of mirror and look and talk as convincingly as possible, but I do need a double dose of confidence. It makes a huge different on the deliverance of a speech / talk.
AAAANNNNDDDD... I’m calling it quits for now. I need to go do that other blog post and then head to bed. Writing is hard but rewarding!
God bless you!
~CJ
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