Haiku: Express the Complicated

Haikus have a simple beauty to them. Tonight, with a hundred emotions and thoughts racing through my mind, I'm going to Haiku. Snippits of my mind captured in organized poetry.

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Fillmore Concert Hall.
San Franscisco awesomeness.
Airborne Toxic Event.

Singing. Dancing.
Pictures on my cell-phone.
Incredible night.

3 hours of sleep.
Statistics midterm.
Adrenaline.

Afternoon counseling.
Conflict and tears over "trust."
Trust is so risky.

Choir at Fremont.
Sweet voices singing Hayden.
Therapy in song.

Prepping for Friday.
Wisdom teeth surgery. Yuck.
Drugs and looming pain.

Late night reflections.
Thinking and writing and prayer.
Quiet before God.

My favorite athlete

The Dancer in Black

"...But the dancer in black twirls on.
Tears like diamonds splash upon the dance floor.
Still, she twirls and spins and leaps and flies..."

Shhh....

Inside, the house is quiet.
Outside the wind beats against the house. A small chime rings out in the night. Tree branches slap the roof.

My thoughts have long since turned mushy. I have an oral presentation in poli sci tomorrow that, yes, I'll admit, I'm rather dreading. It's strange after all those years debating and speaking, to still be a little nervous about going up in front of the class. It'll be fine - and actually, it'll probably be quite fun in the end. I chose to speak about the gang violence sweeping across Rio de Janeiro (Brazil), the new winner of the 2016 Olympic bid. Just two weeks after being chosen as Olympic host, the city was wracked with warring gangs and drug-cartels, and in just six short days 33 were killed, 8 buses were set on fire and high-caliber weapons were used to shoot down a police helicopter. It's been interesting researching it and come tomorrow, I'll probably have a blast telling the class all about it. I just feel rather....passive right now. Or maybe it's just laziness. :)

On a very different and incredibly awesome note, I discovered these today and sat watching them in fascination. Ohmygoodness, I'd love to be able to do that.

Random Thoughts from a Bedridden ADD Mind...

Sick.
In bed for second day in a row.
Kleenex. Airborne. Statistics homework. English paper (5 pages on the word "identity"). Research paper on Cartier-Bresson. Extemp-ish preparation for oral presentation on Wednesday. No worries, I have plenty to do.
My new Death Cab for Cutie cd came in the mail...so I'm sipping Breathe Easy tea and happily listening to "What Sarah Said", among others. It's nice listening.

I'm not sure what I wanted to write here. It's another one of those "think-best-in-bullets" days.
--> I'm loving Ships of Gold in the Deep Blue Sea. L-o-v-i-n-g
--> Tonight's gonna be a late night. I'm going downtown around 10ish to finish some photography homework.
--> Sara's in SF for the day...and I'm going crazy with the spastic rat she left behind in my charge.
--> Blueberry shakes are divine.
--> As are the mothers who prepare them.
--> Being sick and bedridden gives you plenty of time to think. About life. About my future. About decisions and choices and roads being traveled. I guess being bedridden can be a wierd sort of blessing inandofitself.
--> Can.not.wait for thanksgiving break. can.not.wait.
--> Am going to go sit in the sunshine now. Ta ta!

Night Lights

Girly Math

For some reason, I've always thought of statistics as a "manly" branch of mathematics. It's always seemed very tough and matter-of-fact and just, well...very manly.

And yet, here I am doing stats homework with a pink gel pen.

Hmmm....