soc 2007

today is the first day of class. just completed a writing assignment. i know the first thing i need to do is take all the different directions that my mind can go and reign them in for the sake of the assignment. i always have fifty million ideas. some good, others that just need to keep on moving out of my mind and down the street. i'm going to learn a different form if discipline here, but that's alright. growth in writing is what i desire. and it looks like i'll have that desire met.

it's official... i'm making this the blog of my SOC experience. why not? it needs some attention. i've neglected it for months!

beauty of difference

today was the first day of journalism boot camp.
*breakfast
*meeting folks
*in the theater
*going around doing intros
*the beauty of it all... different names (minus the two fredrickas, and catherines (one with a k and one with a c)... different countries and cities... is our sameness...
our desire to better our journalism skills. the au connection, language differences but similarieies... the beauth of human interconnection.

since i haven't posted in about three months...

I decided to revive this blog with something sentimental and sweet:

s o m e t i m e s
sometimes...
when you cry...
no one sees your tears.
sometimes...
when you are in pain...
no one sees your hurt.
sometimes...
when you are worried...
no one sees your stress.
sometimes...
when you are happy...
no one sees your smile.

but fart!! just one time... and everybody knows!!
gotcha!! you thought it was going to be one of those heart-touching stories! (sweet and stinkin' hilarious!!!!)

gifts

i have the most awesome secret sister. for two weeks in a row, i've received gifts. now, i'm not one who insists that a great friend, sister, or whoever give great, expensive gifts. for me, it's really the thought that counts... how much thought did you put into whatever it is that you're giving? if it's a .99 card, but the sentiment of that card displays thought, hey! that's what i'm talking about. or if it's not even in the form of a gift... if it's time spent... now that's what i'm really talking about! quality time spent.

anyway, last week, i received a coffee table book called sisters. i've seen it in the stores, but never picked it up myself. today i get another one called songs of my people: african americans: a self portrait. loving it! a book full of black and white photos i can gaze at, admire, and full of visual stories i can ingest over and over with my eyes!

what i can't figure out is how my secret sister knows that i have an interest in photography... i really don't recall what i put in my questionaire for the secret sis program... maybe i put it and didn't know.