Assigned Blog Post #2: My style~!

So I realize that there is an actual prompt for this assigned blog post, but you have no idea how amazingly thrilled I am to finally read a story that I like. “Robert Kennedy Saved From Drowning” is made from amusing clips of his personality – I am writing this as I read it so really I have no idea if the title even has to do with anything.

But anyways, the whole “Attitude Toward His Work” thing totally reminded me of playing Tetris. Maybe because of the “I become interested, I become excited, I work very fast, things fall into place, I am exhilarated…” because it’s kind of like that? I think I’m basically terrible at playing Tetris. But sometimes, on certain days, it just all clicks and my fingers work faster and the pieces just fall into place without gaps or screwed up places or anything! Those are my two cents.

Oh the “penetrated with sadness” part – yea, it’s kind of weird, but I do that too. I hear something inexplicably sad, and then I will find it on my Ipod and listen to it again and again, wallowing in my own sadness. It’s like a mood. A weird mood. Actually, I rather dislike being sad. I think. Maybe I subconsciously like it. Who knows.

I like this story. A lot. Because I like the person that is painted by these excerpts. He seems very interesting, witty, and intelligent. He is. Oh my goodness, I love the “Puzzled by his children” section. I adore it beyond belief! It’s just so funny. “The crying of children continues.” Haha, I can just imagine this scene, and he is puzzled by the randomness.

Inx, no, this isn’t my OTS (One True Story). It’s just the first story that I like of the ones we’ve read in this class so far.

Oh hey, he is actually saved from drowning. Was it Halloween?

Okay, and now I’ll actually start on the assigned post. Oh, and I was just interrupted by A-, who was terribly sick. She sounds horrible… poor A-. I sure hope she doesn’t need to do the stats homework. Gah, stats is so boring. And she couldn’t have possibly done so horribly that she needed to do the homework. I refuse to believe this.

Okay, so the style of the Junot Diaz is really noticeable. Because it’s ridiculously informal. And generally focuses on his family life and has the same characters (okay so that’s not exactly a style) but it makes it more recognizable. And talks in very crude and rough terms. Robert Olen Butler has a much more… I’m not sure how to put it. I wonder if it’s dreamy? It’s a lot more detail focused, and I suppose Diaz also has details, but I feel like Butler’s details stick with me more. Like the sticky doorknob, the sweet smell coming from his hands, Ho’s pacing around the room, etc. I wonder if it’s just their use of adjectives, and I wonder if I just pay attention to that. Hmm, although honestly, I’m not very sure what sets Butler apart. I’m sure that Diaz is set apart by his tone/diction/choice of words (I’m pretty sure I was just being redundant, oh well). But Butler, I’m not so sure.

My own style? Well, I’m really “dreamy” when I’m writing my pieces. I like adjectives. I like them a lot. So much so that it’s a bit of an overload… but I still like them. I wonder if my central point dies within the overload of adjectives, but I guess I tend to like things like that: like a million sparkles on a single sheet of paper; layers upon layers on a floor length dress, poofing it up so that it’s like a waterfall of fabric. (By the way, I’m referencing that beautiful purple dress that I wore during my photo shoot – they told me it was for wedding shots, but I insisted on wearing it anyways. I felt and looked like a princess. Pretty in pink – but actually purple.)

I guess it actually depends on my mood. I guess for short stories, I write like that. But otherwise, I write like I am writing now, in a semi-rant style. It’s just how I think, I believe. Completely random, filled with bits and pieces of other things that are floating around my head. Like music. And random musings. This time, I think I took out more of the random musings, because otherwise my blog post would be even longer than it is now. Actually, this is a random tangent all on its own, isn’t it? Maybe. Perhaps.

Also, I definitely remember seeing a piece of art on… dosomething.org or something like that. It was like some kind of laptop art contest, something like how art education is important. And it was of a “Female Grim Reaper” (but the word ‘grim’ was spelled wrong so that it was ‘girm’. That seriously bothered me. But I suppose if you do amazing art, you don’t need to know how to spell.) Oh quick, my seven cents (I’m bored of two. I’ll just randomly choose numbers from now on). I don’t think that art education should be mandatory past elementary school. Or maybe early years of middle school. I mean, I really like art classes (and I would take them if I were not so terrible at it), but they shouldn’t be mandatory. It doesn’t add to anything once you get to your teenage years. If you like it, then fine, go take it. But it’s not expanding anyone’s horizons any longer.

Anyways, back to the piece of artwork. The girl was holding this gigantic scythe that was really detailed and pretty and fabulous. It had like, this fabulous design, and the length of the handle was probably twice the height of the girl herself. It was so fabulous – it made her seem so intense and awesome. It was shiny and seemed that it would glint in the moonlit night – a lethal yet gorgeous instrument. I can imagine it whizzing through the air and slicing open space and time! And the girl, wielding it with ethereal grace. Because she would be awesome like that.

Oops, my style! What’s my style? In a blog? Complete randomness. It’s pretty colloquial: it’s basically how I talk. It’s how I think. It’s like my train of thought that is being painted by the tips of my fingertips (hehehe) onto the canvas that is the… Internet? Haha, that metaphor I’m pretty sure just failed. Oh well.

The sporadic and wishy washy weather seems to have stopped. I will finally go for a walk… it’s gorgeous outside. Okay, go! J