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Dec. 13th, 2009

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Which language(s) do you currently speak? If you could learn only one other language, what would you choose, and why?

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I speak Spanish and American Sign Language with moderate proficiency - my Spanish is getting rusty this year; last summer I was able to keep up with it since I was working with children for whom it was their first language, but I was only able to half-translate the song that Luke sang as a solo for him the other night. ASL I'm still pretty fluent in - I can transliterate songs on the radio from English to ASL, anyway.

I know a few phrases and a couple of songs in French - I can speak and read them but not write. I can generally understand the gist of short written French or Italian, though obviously not the linguistic nuances I so love when I learn of them (I didn't realize this ability applied to Italian until the last couple months, courtesy of the occasional Italian text message from my lovergentleman), and I know enough Latin through its influence on English to be able to determine the meaning and root words of a complex Latin-based English word or technical term, although I couldn't begin to speak Latin.


The one language I am still desperate to learn is Hebrew. Modern, not ancient; I have little interest in translations, but one of my aspirations is to write Hebrew poetry. I think it's a beautiful language. It and Irish Gaelic are up there on my list.

I feel a little guilty for wanting to learn Hebrew more than the language of my origin, especially because there's a resurgence in Irish Gaelic; there's a movement to keep it alive, and it was really interesting to see so much bilingual in Ireland, particularly Dublin and its suburbs. Particularly if I ever live out my dream of living with Izzy (or whoever my firstborn ends up being, or multiple children, or whatev) in Dalkey for a summer or a year or something, it would be great to know both the languages.

Oh man I want to go back to Ireland...I miss it so much. Eh, it looks like my spring break is going to be in Boston. And probably not Portland (ME) as was my intent; I don't want to spend the whole time in Boston, so I'll have to find somewhere else to visit for a day or two that's within reasonable distance by train. It's a shame: Portland was only $48 RT by train; I doubt I'll find any other deal that sweet. But Maine is kind of a weird dream. I have no reason for actually wanting to go there, I just do. And have all my life.

I just flipped to another window, came back and looked at those last four words - "have all my life" - and at first misunderstood the context and thought I was saying "I have all my life [to do these things]", which is true. Nice slip, brain - I've got the time to visit Maine and Ireland with and/or without my far-in-the-future children, and to learn all the languages I can, and to do the things I feel guilty about not being able to do this week because I'm too busy. Whew.

Dec. 12th, 2009

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the children in my life give me hope. (x-posted to Facebook)

Julie:
Last year, when she was in first grade, Julie talked about John McCain nonstop, wrinkling her nose anytime someone so much as mentioned Obama's name. I usually refrain from talking with the youngest kids at work about politics because - let's face it - they're parroting their parents' opinions, so I'm not going to change their minds and if I did, I'd probably get fired for corrupting the youth. (Or be given the modern equivalent of hemlock?)
But yesterday Julie and I got onto the topic of politics, and one of the topics nearest and dearest to my heart came up - same-sex marriage. I decided to brave onwards, since I'm not blind to a teachable moment when it appears so voluntarily and I'm a little bit bolder than I was a year ago. We're discussing same-sex marriage as it relates to my disagreement with *my* parents, and previously she'd been talking about how she and her mom agreed about things. As I'm talking to her about this, she's wrinkling her nose and giving me funny looks. Finally, she says loudly, "I just don't understand why people think it's okay for straight people to get married but not for gay people."
In that moment, I had such hope for the future that I actually started crying.
(She went to get me a tissue.)

Savannah:
When we used to play Sorry, I'd stack the deck so that she would win. After a while, I realized that she was telling me it was my turn when it wasn't so that I'd win.

Dec. 2nd, 2009

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Recently at work I've been feeling indispensable, )

Nov. 24th, 2009

crazy random happenstance

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o secret, if you were a secret of mine
I’d breathe you in silence, I’d bless you in rhyme
but you wouldn’t be very easy to keep.
I’d wrap you in sonnets and lay you to sleep.

if it is important the word not get out
then keep a safe distance, for there is no doubt
no matter how crucial its silence may be
o secret, your secret is not safe with me.

o secret, if you were my secret to share
the gossiping winds would be all too aware.
the stars and the salmon have begged me before
and secret, then you would be secret no more.

so pin me to history. make me a name
as gorgeous and galling as freestanding flame
and sew shut my lips with a black cable thread
and then kiss them soundly and leave me for dead.

(c) Teresa Doyle, 2009

Nov. 20th, 2009

empowerment (the DA)

oooooookay goodness.

I feel like a real person today, so much that I didn't realize I ever felt like a not-real person. Today my social phobias are all but gone - the last time I approached this many strangers was when I was canvassing for Obama! I have friends who instinctively understand nuances of my character without ever having to be told, and who think nothing of it, who love me, who I love, which is something I have so rarely experienced in such a complete sense. I spend time with people effortlessly. I have so many responsibilities and I am managing them in a healthy way, being able to say "no" when I need to here and there (not going to SSA and SAGE when I needed to do homework, not nominating myself for secretary of Sigma Tau Delta, the English honors society to which I was inducted last night, and telling my counselor that I had an alternate proposal to her cognitive-behavioral therapy suggestion for the week).

I am saturated in music and sun and I am so overwhelmingly thankful for so many things.

Tonight:

Cook GLUTEN-FREE RAVIOLI OMFG ENDLESS LOVE
Big Gay Gathering
Some homework
Walk on the Prairie Path before the weather passes
Write some poetry (or possibly fiction, you never know)
Some grocery shopping (which is a good thing)

Nov. 15th, 2009

empowerment (the DA)

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I finished my Holding Back the Ocean poetry collection manuscript. About two minutes ago.

Whew. Now time to start submitting to some giant poetry manuscript contests.

Nov. 10th, 2009

english language

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Everything is gestation and then birthing. To let each impression and each embryo of a feeling come to completion, entirely in itself, in the dark, in the unsayable, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one's own understanding, and with deep humility and patience to wait for the hour when a new clarity is born: this alone is what it means to live as an artist: in understanding as in creating.

-- "Letters to a Young Poet", Rilke

Nov. 8th, 2009

english language

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This weekend is unendingly, one-of-the-best-ever-ish-ly spectacular. I have essentially no responsibilities (some workshopping which is like, pfft, my future profession, and a group meeting for Comp class in half an hour), LOTS of social time with Megan and Jake and John and Eric and Aleks and Matthew and OHMYGODLOOK, I HAVE FRIENDS, lots of poetry-time (my poetry collection has been compiled and I'm submitting it to an assload of contests this week!), and fun of a sleepingoverwithmygentleman variety. The weather is amazingly beautiful. I'm better than I have been in ages, health-wise. The only thing that could have gone better has been my eating habits (really Teresa there is more to life than potatoes). But the fact that the only negative thing about my weekend is AN OVERABUNDANCE OF POTATOES should say a lot.

I think I'm going to buy House of Leaves tonight and start reading. Everyone else is doing it. And I appear to be making a habit of jumping on some pretty badass bandwagons... ;)

LOOOOOOOOOVE

Oct. 24th, 2009

coming along

A wealth of positivity, despite the constant rainfall in Chicagoland.

Life right now is pretty great. Midterms are over, weekends more productive, my friendships with my English department people going strong. And then there's also this whole thing about the gentleman in the elevator. I start my martial arts class with the kickass (possibly literally) professor (about whom I ranted a year ago as he was making educational reforms of the 1840s the most fascinating topic ever) on Tuesday. I go clothes shopping with one of the newer amigas tomorrow.

I'm finding more and more foods edible again the past few days, after a month-long drought of not wanting to eat anything ever and fainting all over the place (that is, more than I usually do). Today at Jewel I found potato skins with cheese and bacon; fatty and starchy and delicious. These are a new culinary discovery for me; I ate BBQ chicken potato skins in St. Louis and soon I'm going to make some of my own with turkey bacon and diced tomatoes, which is the closest I'm going to get to a BLT, at least in the next ten years.

I'm increasingly excited:
about J-Term, although I'm torn between three courses,
about the gigantic strides I'm making in therapy towards understanding my bizarre unconscious mental processes,
about poetry and cuddling and jackets, for the sake of goodness what a walking cliche I am and how pleasant it is,
about talking to Matt and Megan about their wedding this spring,
about the fact that despite my usual poor health karma I have thus far not gotten H1N1 KNOCK ON WOOD I'm not superstitious but I do sort of hate to jinx myself.

I'm coming up on the three-year anniversary of penning the first words of Prentice Boys. I'm expecting I'll finish the final book over winter break. It's so strange thinking of saying goodbye to these characters. Of course, I'll probably spend most of 2010 doing edits and rewrites, some of which will include inserting entirely new sequences - there's a two- to three-chapter bit at the end of Prentice that I'm really looking forward to writing - but it's still weird to be dealing with the conclusion.

I haven't been writing to Izzy lately. In a way I think I'm afraid to capture this corner of happiness I've secured. I don't feel like pinning it down and naming it. I don't want to immortalize it as a standard I won't be able to fulfill again. That sounds a little sad when I say it, but it's immensely positive in my head: I'm living now and I'm living FOR now, and if it's helping me become the person she needs, Izzy doesn't have room to complain.

Oct. 16th, 2009

magictime

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I feel absolutely incredible.

Oct. 13th, 2009

coming along

This weekend I:

-- Opted not to go up in the Arch
--->> partially cuz I'm a cheapskate
--->> partially cuz I didn't want to celebrate the means used during the Westward Expansion

-- Fell in love with Mirah's lovely haunting song "Bones and Skin"

-- Fell in love with BBQ chicken potato skins
--->> which I wasn't allergic to YAYA

-- Fell back in love with light rails
--->> was studiously NOT a fare-dodger, OH NO

-- WROTE 42 PAGES
--->> okay 6p fanfiction, but
--->> 36 PAGES OF KEEPER, MOTHERF*CKERS, THAT'S PAGE 348 FOR YOU

--->> have remaining 2 chapters of Final Battle, and then the epilogue

-- Really liked (my mom's cousin) Margaret and (her husband) Dan and (their daughter) Hannah
--->> Continue to really like them
--->> Like their neighborhood, esp. the coffeeshop

Oct. 10th, 2009

lesbian tea

National Coming Out Day

Let's Clarify, #2:

Tomorrow (Sunday) will be National Coming Out Day. I will be writing my novel and not using the internet, so I guess I just get to come out a little early.

I'm going to preface this by saying that I am going to be very open and honest in this post. I want to educate people about all of the queer-spectrum labels with which I identify, which is going to include frank conversation about sexuality and relationships.

I have identified as some shade of queer for seven years. )

Oct. 9th, 2009

lesbian tea

Let's Clarify

Topic: Matthew Shepard Act / Hate Crime Laws

The House has passed the Matthew Shepard Act, which (when Obama signs it) will add sexual orientation, gender / gender identity, and disability to federal hate crime laws. Now let's clarify something.

Q: If the victim is a middle aged white male, is it a hate crime? Or are we once again getting shafted?

A: The issue with hate crimes is that people are being attacked just because they fit into a category of people, meaning the perpetrators are a danger to any and all persons of that orientation or identity. If a hetero Christian white male is attacked *just for being* hetero, Christian, white or male, it's as much a hate crime as someone being attacked for being black or female or Muslim or gay. The law recognizes that.

"Under current federal law, hate crimes that fall under federal jurisdiction are defined as those motivated by the victim’s race, color, religion or national origin.  The new measure would broaden the definition to include those committed because of gender, sexual orientation, gender identity or disability."  - http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/09/us/politics/09hate.html

It doesn't specify that these identifiers have to be minority groups. Motivated by ANY race, color, sexual orientation, gender. So yes, middle-aged white males are as protected by this law as anyone else.

Also note that not all attacks on GLBT people are hate crimes. Some are interpersonally motivated.

The law isn't saying crimes against minorities are worse than other crimes - it's saying criminals who commit crimes due primarily or solely to prejudice are more dangerous to society in the long term than those who had external motives.

Oct. 6th, 2009

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WRITINGGGG

This past weekend I followed through on a behavioral psychology experiment suggested by my counselor. I withheld Internet from myself, earning it back only a little at a time by doing homework and writing newspaper articles and such things. I believe it to have been a success - I didn't get everything finished I'd wanted to, but I was quite behind with my work due to having been sickish, and now I'm pretty much caught up.

This is particularly exciting because I'm going to St. Louis this weekend as a "writing retreat". My goal: to finish Keeper. Likely? No. Possible? Entirely. (I miss writing Heirs of the King. I used to be able to pound out 30+ pages (single-spaced, font size 11.5) every free weekend. Not to mention my NaNo rate, I suppose. I wonder what changed?)

some of you don't want to hear this, lol )

Sep. 28th, 2009

spock live long - die in a fire

I never know what to -say- anymore.

This weekend was very good and VERY Chicago-y and social.

Friday Laura and Aislin and I went to Yorktown Target which was YAY.

Saturday I went into Chi early and went to the Museum of Science and Industry and bought myself a membership at last. I got a ticket to the Harry Potter exhibit, only this was at about 11a and the earliest one they had was at 9:15pm. I saw the Mysteries of the Great Lakes Omnimax show (and fell asleep during it for a couple minutes... it was about STURGEON, okay?), went and did some "short story research" by hanging out with the baby chicks, visited the Fast Forward exhibit (for the fourth time), and then took the Metra back to Millennium Station.

I hung out at Starbucks and wrote for a while, then moved up to Noodles and Co, and then texted Ali Scott (one of the '08 dormer lit kids from Perpich!) and she was FOUR BLOCKS AWAY, whereupon I visited her and we talked about the necessity of hugs and the unnecessariness of drugs and such and so. THEN she took me into the ceramics studio and showed me how to throw on a pottery wheel.

THEN I went back to MSI to the HP exhibit, which was... pretty freaking awesome, although not entirely honest in its portrayal of itself. (All the signs by the pieces were like "this was the ______ worn/used by ______ played by ________ in movie #__!!" Including a Hagrid-sized suit that they claimed was worn by Robbie Coltrane in movie #4, at which point I was just like. Um. No. Robbie Coltrane didn't wear that suit. He is not nine feet tall. Liars. And other such instances of lies.)

Got back home about 130am. By 915 Sunday morning I was back on the train and into Chicago. Spent a while trying to remember where the hell Barnes&Noble was, and then hung out and read/wrote in the children's section for an hour before going back to the tables and meeting up with Jonah again. We played the dot game where you try to make boxes but not let your opponent make boxes (you know what I mean) and then went to Harold Washington, read each other a few children's books, and went to a reading by actors from a local lit-theatre company, who read excerpts from each of the 10 most challenged books of 2008. You can probably guess my thoughts on literary censorship, but STILL. )

Then Jonah went home (get well soon! hope you're having a good Yom Kippur!) and I spent some time in the teen section of the Harold Washington (Library) until my train. Got home, we have INTERNET NOW YAY, was up til 3.

And back to the grindstone.

Sep. 20th, 2009

spock live long - die in a fire

weekends

highlight: friday night on the college mall they had inflatable bouncy things, and they showed star trek on a big screen. oyestheydid.

highlight: yesterday afternoon, aislin and caleb and laura and john (her bf) and i painted our living room / dining room a beautiful cornflowery-oceanic blue (with a waist-high horizontal stripe of cream in the dining room). 95% of the time I did not feel fifth-wheely - and I feel nth-wheely the majority of my life, so that's a good thing, not a "HOMG SAD 5%" thing.

highlight: miriam, megan, kathryn, marilyn and I (OMG LOOK THE LACK OF OXFORD COMMA, NEWSPAPER HAS SPOILED ME, IT NO LONGER FEELS RIGHT TO USE OXFORD COMMAS. DOOM) went to a hookah bar last night at midnight and spent a lovely two hours smoking orange-lemon hookah and drinking smoothies/hot chocolate and talking about all sorts of things i can't even remember right now. hookah is the only substance known to give me a quick buzz, so.

highlight: my life today = the leader office. "the leader is like my own personal brand of heroin." yusssss.

highlight: texting convo with juan about the hotnesses of the heroes characters and how they can get unclothed and make out with each other all they want. also make us accordingly gay and/or straight and/or sexual. oh quinto. *hearts icon*




tl;dr : star trek outdoors, apartment-painting and non-wallflowering, hookah smoke, newspaper, zqmfs.

Sep. 13th, 2009

coming along

Weekend + discovery

I went on the Honors Program new member retreat this weekend. Horseback riding !!!!, low ropes, crackerless s'mores, singing oldies (and Potter Puppet Pals) at the top of my lungs with Sarah and Theresa and one other chick. Having discussions about ethics of cultural sensitivity and health care in volatile case studies. Yes.

The discovery part:
We've already established this in part, but apparently it's not just authority figures from whom I can't handle condescension. Holy SHIT did I get inwardly pissy today. You do not know more about my own situations and decisions than I do. You do not get to jump to conclusions about what I'm saying, or to assume you know my reasoning. You do not get to tell me I'm being unreasonable when my choices have no bearing on you or ANYONE but myself. Just STOP IT. (This isn't a person on LJ, btw, so don't go trying to analyze whether this is about you. It's not, I promise.)

I wrote a bit of Rico's MegaSpeech2009 - enough that I might be able to do it in full. Which is worrisome now, considering the amount of non-novelly writing I have to do in any case. I also took some notes on how to make Celia more badass, which is necessary since she's pretty definitively established in the past year and a half that she's no fucking refrigerator woman. Good lord I have SO much editing to do when I finish book three. *facepalm*

My greatest frustration this week has been food. I need to find something that needs no refrigeration that I can bring to campus with me for meals, because this week the choices were in general, (a) pay $7-8 a meal for lunch or dinner, or (b) don't eat. Neither of which is even remotely satisfying. Food allergies + being poor + having busy days when I can't come home between classes = made of lose and failsauce. Eurgh, I'm not sure I can handle any more freaking corn tortillas.

Now to clamber over the sleeping masses of living room that compose Caleb and Aislin, and to bed.




SIDE NOTE: This icon is appropriate for EVERYTHING.

Sep. 4th, 2009

have you tried homosex?

The Week.

1. I am so excited to have friends; friends who invite me to things, friends who want to spend time with me, friends who save me a seat. Mostly this is my Cadenza / newspaper / English major/classes friends, but then also Juan and Laura. Friends in 3 of my 4 classes, too!

2. Dr. Ron (News Writing) intimidates me more than I would have thought. I love Dr. Lively (Fiction Writing) even more than I had remembered. Rev. Clancy (Intro to Biblical Studies) is the same person as Ms. Clancy, e.g. I work with her kids at Rec station, and Dr. Kazan is cool, although that class (Comp III, about rhetoric) may be the death of me. Martial Arts doesn't start til late October, but that's Dr. Harman, who was my favorite Ed professor last year - my only dread (besides kicking myself in the face) is telling him I'm no longer an ed major.

3. Besides homework, I am going to be consumed by: SSA, SAGE, COP, Niebuhr Center, Honors Department (retreat next weekend!), Writing Center (work), Rec Station (work), Courts Plus (work), The Leader (meetings, writing, copyediting my life away every other weekend), and Unofficial Lit-Geek Club (Harry Potter + Scrabble + writing sessions; this might turn into my clever scheme to drag my friends to my apartment once a week). I hope I'll get into a play the second half of the semester, too.

4. I really, really want an internship at a publishing house in Chicago. It won't happen this semester, but it will happen in the future.

5. I think I'm going on a weekend writing retreat to Cleveland next month?? Found $2 roundtrip Megabus tickets, so it'd just be the price of a B&B or something. Anyone wanna come...?

6. First counseling session today went really well, I think. I've already got some ideas about countering bits and pieces of my phone anxiety. I think what makes me nervous about the phone / knocking on someone's door is the unpredictability. So for people I have trouble calling, like Shannon or Grandma Betty, I just need to email / write them and let them know, "I'm going to call you at 7:00 on Friday," or whatever. That doesn't help for business calls and spontaneous calls, but whatevs.

Aug. 26th, 2009

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Writer's Block: What Makes You Feel Sexy?

What makes you feel sexy?

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The last week I've felt a lot sexier* when I see my reflection - less so when I'm checking my outfit than when I just happen to glance as I'm washing my hands. I think part of it is the short hair. For those of you with whom I am not in close physical proximity, I recently buzzed off my shoulder-length hair in favor of a half-inch of beautiful fuzz. I didn't do this for charity. I didn't do this to proclaim that I'm a dyke (we can get into the label-stuff later), although one of the fringe benefits of short hair is that the universe doesn't automatically assume I'm straight, 'heteronormative', whatever. It's all of a sudden a touchy subject, because put under pressure to explain my non-standard appearance, I let a large number of people believe that I chopped it off for Locks of Love. Admittedly I did put off the haircut with the intention of donating, but it wasn't long enough to donate and that wasn't my reason for doing it.

I cut my hair because I love the way it looks and the way it feels. Not having to do much to take care of it is also a fringe benefit. I never know quite how to explain this to people. I like me with short hair. When I look in the mirror and see my short-haired self, I feel more like myself than with any other 'do, and this is incredibly sexy* to me. A lot of people prefer long-haired Teresa, and sure, I like the way I look with long hair, but in a very abstract way. I like running my hands through and over my hair - I have a really sensitive scalp, so it's an almost-erotic* fixation.

So #1 on Teresa's sexy* list is Short Short Hair.

2. Comfortable jeans.
3. Self-confidence at night when it's warm outside.
4. Anything that makes me feel simultaneously creative and intelligent, and then with some element of power worked in there. Either feeling powerful, or feeling like a conduit for foreign energy. This combination usually (but not always ;D) comes into play when I'm doing seriousface writing/worldbuilding.



* When I'm using sex-implied words for myself - e.g. "sexy", "erotic", whatever - I mean them without the sexual context they sometimes (always?? not for me, so hard to tell) imply. For me, "sexy" and "erotic" are electric, full, lush, body-comfort, body-confidence, bright colors, close contact, immediate romance words - but have nothing to do with sexual organs, acts, or orgasms. I don't actually have any idea whether those of you who are sexual immediately associate "sexy" and "erotic" with sex.

Aug. 13th, 2009

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