Friday, August 5, 2011
BEDA Day 5: Cows are cool
Thursday, August 4, 2011
BEDA Day 4: If Jess was in charge...
Today's starter in my writing class was "If I were in charge."
In this episode of Jess over-thinking things...
What would I even want to be in charge of? My problem is that I really don’t want to be in charge of anything. I’ve never liked the idea of being in any sort of position of leadership. I’m probably over-thinking things, but I don’t want to be in charge, because every decision would be too much for me and I would create even more problems. I’m more of a protester. I want to work for things to change, even if they won’t. I don’t want to have the power to change anything instantly. That’s probably why I’ve never wanted there to be world peace. If I don’t have a problem with something, there’s nothing left to do in life. If everything was perfect and/or instantly changeable, there would be no reason for anyone to be here. If I were in charge, I’d probably hide away, never making a decision, because having even the smallest amount of power is, to me, terrifying.
(This is my favorite cover that MiLo has ever done. Actually, I lied. My favorite is Shortwave, Part 1. Then this. Actually. Can't Be Tamed was pretty awesome, too. Um. Anyways I really like this cover that MiLo did one time.)
-Jess
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
BEDA Day 3: ZOMBICORNS.
Every time a new school year begins, I am asked to describe myself. It’s become a tedious thing over the years, especially since the questions don’t make much sense. Most often, I’m asked to compare myself to a form of weather or a season. I’ve never liked the weather analogy, because it makes you sound depressive if you don’t describe yourself as a “bright, sunny day.” The season thing doesn’t make much sense either, because it implies that everyone can be sorted into four different personalities, which just isn’t true.
I almost always end up going with my favorite weather or season. I say that I’m a thunderstorm, which gives a bad impression, as if I will lash out in anger or are in any way loud. I’ll go with autumn, but that makes it seem like I’m a colorful person or something. Which I’m not.
Autumn isn’t exactly my favorite season. I have two, distinct periods of time that I love. The first is when autumn slowly evolves into winter, and the second is the time in approximately late January to early February, when for most, it seems that winter has gone on for too long. There’s something about the lifelessness that I like. When the only thing moving outside is the wind, desperately trying to penetrate the insulation of the buildings. When the only precipitation is rain that comes down to create heavy floods, or ice so strong that it breaks windows.
They’re the times when the earth tries to get back at us. It yells, telling us that we shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be doing this. It yells at the other animals, too, but they go into hiding. Our chauvinistic species is still too proud, too stupid to stand down. So we sit in our too large houses, trying to create heat that will slip out and be crushed by the cold anyway. I like these times, because they illustrate our desperation, more so than any other time I’ve seen.
I could never say all of this on the first day of school, though. Instead, I just say that I prefer cold weather, which is true, and am sensitive to the heat, which is also true. But it’s so much more than that.
