Friday, July 29, 2011

Weekly Quotes Part 30

Journals of Sylvia Plath

We all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists. (67)

I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.  I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.  (70)

I love the above, which sounds so perfectly adolescent.  Not that I am suggesting it is immature but there is that insecurity with which most of us are familiar, that dread of being loved, unlovable, and incapable of being loving and all the while unable to say "This is who I am."  

. . . there is no i because i am what other people interpret me as being and am nothing if there were no people. (Like the sound of the hack-neyed tree falling axed by old saws in the proverbial forest).  (73-74)

I want to love somebody because I want to be loved.  (80)

[L]et me never go blind, or get shut off from the agony of learning, the horrible pain of trying to understand.  (78)

[E]verything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise.  (85)

I felt mystically that if I read Woolf, read Lawrence (these two, why? their vision, so different, is so like mine) I can be itched and kindled to a great work:  burgeoning, fat with the texture and substance of life: This is my call, my work. (196)

This summer I will study under Henry James and George Eliot for social surface, decorum. . .  . (211)

As I am reading her journals, I find myself making a list of the books she mentions, the authors she was reading, as if I were building a Plath Syllabus.

[T]eaching is a smiling public-service vampire that drinks blood and brain without a thank you.  (222)

This just made me laugh.  A lot of what I've read has made me chuckle, like the quote above from page 67.  

War Talk

I’m sorry if my thoughts are stray and disconnected, not always worthy.  Often ridiculous.   (3)

Goodness knows this is how I feel about any attempt I make to discuss politics.  Stray.  Disconnected.  Sometimes unworthy.  Almost always ridiculous.

The threshold of horror has been ratcheted up so high that nothing short of genocide or the prospect of nuclear war merits mention.  (4)

The last question every visiting journalist always asks me is:  Are you writing another book?  That question mocks me.  Another book?  Right now?  This talk of nuclear war displays such contempt for music, art, literature, and everything else that defines civilization.  So what kind of book should I write?  (7)

This quote reminds me of someone I know who has the same sort of societal empathy Roy is communicating. And I think all writers ask "What kind of book should I write?"  What kind of poem?  What kind of story?  What kind of blog post?  What kind of essay?  What words of wisdom or insight or truth am I going to offer today?

In the twenty-first century the connection between religious fundamentalism, nuclear nationalism, and the pauperization of whole populations because of corporate globalization is becoming impossible to ignore.  (14)

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Quote of the Day

Me:  Don't start laughing at me when I'm in the middle of a rant.

I was upset by the news I received at the doctor's office and, when the doctor left me and Rob alone in the examination room, I started going off on a tangent and Rob, trying to be sympathetic, eventually lost it and was soon wiping away tears he was laughing so hard.  He says it's because of my gesticulation.  It threw him over the edge. 

Monday, July 25, 2011

Quote of the Day

I found the following in a training document for Word 2010

If you're well-versed in grammar, you may notice that sometimes Word displays some unusual grammar biases. Always use your best judgment, and corroborate changes with a third party authority like the Chicago Manual of Style.
Clearly, "unusual grammar biases" can be translated as "erroneous grammar recommendations" but perhaps I'm just revealing my own biases here.

State of the Satia Address

Here is where and how things stand for me.

1)       My knee continues to be a source of pain and discomfort.  I injured it in early June and although I saw my doctor about it in early July, here I am nearly two months later still waking up in the middle of the night with sharp stabbing pains because I had the audacity to move my leg in my sleep.  I am following doctor’s orders—only doing 15 mins on the bike at level 1, taking my 3 doses of 800mgs ibuprofen a day, and icing my knee about 2 hours a day.  Shouldn’t I be pain free by now?  I think so.  My knee, however, begs to differ.
2)      Last week I committed myself to a new daily schedule which I hoped would allow me to devote some time to the necessary (job search, working on the newsletter, housework) and the essential (my personal writing).  One week later, I’m making some progress and feeling optimistic that this new plan is going to be a keeper, with a few issues to be ironed out as I go along.  For now, I am making no changes because I want to let it become a habit before tweaking it into perfection.
3)      Due to my knee (see 1 above), sitting beyond 20 minutes is pretty unbearable.  It was already frustrating because I could not sit in my usual meditation position and although reclining felt less painful it also invited me to fall asleep.  Which I did.  (I even cat nap while icing my knee which I do in 20 minute sessions top and bottom thrice a day so if I can nod off in less than 20 mins . . . well, you can imagine what I can do in 30 or more minutes.)  So the Commit to Sit challenge has been pretty much a bust for me.  A disappointing bust.  When I am no longer dealing with the pain in my knee, I plan on doing the commit to sit challenge as I had initially intended but I am not going to beat myself up for not fulfilling it at this time.
4)      I’ve been busy writing bits and pieces of my life which I hope to organize into a gift for my children.  I’m not thrilled with the output but I try to make time for some writing every day (see 2 above).  This past weekend, however, I devoted myself to the reading of someone else’s manuscript which was a mistake on my part because I gave so much of myself to another person’s writing, I did not make time for my own.  Again, I am not going to beat myself up over it but I hope that by the end of August I have managed to get into such a habit of writing daily, I won’t be so easily distracted from doing it.

And there you go.  The State of the Satia Address.  I’m here and trying to get things done.  Maybe I’ll even find a way to work around the pain and manage to blog occasionally.