At the request of reader Tay, I have set up a last.fm account for my musical endeavors. I have also come up with a name to play under, My Own Monster. Though I have recently found out that this is the title of a Katy Perry song, I dig it. It's based on a poem I wrote a few months ago. Anywhoo, the site is up, running, sparse, but active. Check it out at:
http://www.last.fm/music/My+Own+Monster
The Gringo Demos are placed there, free downloads of course. So if you didn't get a chance to download it before, feel free to get it there. Seriously, be my guest. Hopes are to record an EP including full versions of the tracks off of The Gringo Demos, as well as a couple new tracks. Look for that in the coming weeks, both announced on this website as well as last.fm.
12.18.2008
12.11.2008
"Nebraska" by Bruce Springsteen is a haunting record
Whew, that was a hell of a month or so. My procrastination based lifestyle has a tendency to come back to haunt me around finals time every year and, big surprise, it happened again. For the second semester in a row I ended up churning out well over 4o pages of fiction/essay/response/other academic bull crap in the final three or so weeks of school. But as of about 8:30 last night I am officially done. I submitted my final essay, a beast of an essay on Emily Dickinson's "A Light Exists in Spring," threw together a couple last minute online forum postings, and kicked back to enjoy my final couple days on campus. I picked up some extra hours at the library, and I have a few tasks to take care of for my Writing Center job on campus before I can take off. Not to mention all that packing and moving I have to do, what with going abroad in a little over a month.
I finally have a solid idea for my independent study while I'm in Asia (although I still haven't had a chance to meet with any professors to get it approved). The (tentative) plan is to write a poem a day on a postcard and mail them (a week or so at a time to save on postage) to my good pal Dexter back here in Iowa. He did this same program a couple years ago, and has been a big component of my writing over the last couple years. Also, he's responsible enough to hold onto them. Who knows, someday maybe he'll make a boat ton of money off of those things.
Since last we spoke I've come to the conclusion that I don't actually want to become a high school English teacher (a career I had chosen many years ago). I was sitting in a high school classroom, working with many students on an essay they were writing, when I realized that I don't want to teach people how to write, I want to help them with their writing. The strict functions, the proper grammatical structures of composition aren't what interest me. The liveliness, the breath of writing is what gets me going. I want to help people allow their writing to breathe. As such, I am beginning the grad school search, looking for a good creative writing program in hopes of eventually becoming a creative writing professor. St. Louis seems to have some good ones, but I'm still on the look.
Speaking of St. Louis, there's a lady there. She's wicked cool.
I finally have a solid idea for my independent study while I'm in Asia (although I still haven't had a chance to meet with any professors to get it approved). The (tentative) plan is to write a poem a day on a postcard and mail them (a week or so at a time to save on postage) to my good pal Dexter back here in Iowa. He did this same program a couple years ago, and has been a big component of my writing over the last couple years. Also, he's responsible enough to hold onto them. Who knows, someday maybe he'll make a boat ton of money off of those things.
Since last we spoke I've come to the conclusion that I don't actually want to become a high school English teacher (a career I had chosen many years ago). I was sitting in a high school classroom, working with many students on an essay they were writing, when I realized that I don't want to teach people how to write, I want to help them with their writing. The strict functions, the proper grammatical structures of composition aren't what interest me. The liveliness, the breath of writing is what gets me going. I want to help people allow their writing to breathe. As such, I am beginning the grad school search, looking for a good creative writing program in hopes of eventually becoming a creative writing professor. St. Louis seems to have some good ones, but I'm still on the look.
Speaking of St. Louis, there's a lady there. She's wicked cool.
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