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| I'm making a post so I can keep my entries here until I know what to do with them.
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| So, I think I just started an account on Wordpress.com. I was going to wait a while, but I decided to at least take a look-see at wordpress and I was impressed with the options and the flexibility! Thus I have a new blog at therunestone.wordpress.com. Go figure. Do I have any idea what I'm doing? No. Do I have any readers? No. Do I have anything to say? Maybe.
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| According to this, I haven't blogged in over a year. I've tried to keep a blog here and there since high school, but for one reason or another it hasn't worked out. There are only one or two blogs at most that I read fairly regularly, one long-term and one a recent subscription. I guess part of my wariness about blogging is that I know myself. I know that, especially where the internet is concerned, I get addicted very easily, and while away the hours while much more important tasks remain to be done. And I do count socializing with real people a "much more important task."
But here's the rub: I have always wanted to be a writer. And everyone, from Harriet the Spy to Ray Bradbury, says that if you want to write, then you have to write. And I'm on summer break and actually have some free time, so why not?
So this blog is an experiment. I'm not even too sure how much I want to tell other people about this yet (though of course I will, I suppose, eventually). Who care what I think, anyway? I feel that, for now, this is more for me than for anyone else (didn't Freud say that all creative writers are inescapably egotistical? I feel like a lot of thinkers-slash-writers have said something along those lines), and if it works out, then I'll keep going. Maybe eventually even move up to a really decent blog site like Blogger.com or Wordpress.com. Maybe. One thing I should note in particular is that this summer I am preparing to serve a mission, and I'm hoping to leave in the fall. If things work out, then maybe I will be able to keep up some kind of mission blog, by e-mailing a weekly letter to my parents to post for everyone. That would be cool. But we'll see. For now, this is a new start.
I have no idea what I'm doing.
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| So for Swedish, in lieu of an essay, I had to write a poem (en dikt) in Swedish. I was just so dang proud of it I thought I'd share it here (just remember all copyrights belong to me). It's called "Riktig Kärlek," which means "Real Love."
Riktig Kärlek
Jag hade en pojke som sade mig så:
"Att sminka sig är inte viktig.
Du har hela skönhet som jag bryr mig på,
Du vet vår kärlek är riktig."
Jag görde hans böning misstroende det,
Och offrade upp till min man min skönhet.
"Jag tycker om sminka och hårsprej och doft,
Jag tycker att du är felaktig
Om jag inte sminkar mig varjedags oft,
Ska du inte tycka mig så snygg."
Jag tvätte mig på ansiktet och håret,
Och väntade omdömet; tog hela året
När han såg på mig med hans öga så klar,
Jag trodde att jag var så ful.
Hans leende sa mig att väcker jag var,
Och sedan vi hade oss kul.
Och därför vill jag inte sminka mig sånt,
Även om görande så gör mig ont.
Here's a translation. Someday I might actually make the translation into a poem. Someday.
Real Love
I had a boy who told me this:
"Makeup isn't important
You have all the beauty that I care about
You know our love is real"
I did what he asked, not believing him
And offered up to my man my beauty.
"I like makeup and hairspray and perfume,
I think you are mistaken.
If I don't wear makeup every day
You won't think I'm pretty."
I washed my face and hair
and waited the judgement, taking all year.
When he looked at me with his eyes so clear,
I thought I was so ugly.
His smile told me that pretty I was
And then we were happy.
And therefore I don't wear so much makeup
Even though it gives me pain.
Yeah. See, it doesn't sound as lame in Swedish, because it rhymes. Someday I'll make it better in English, I promise.
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| I have a three-page paper due sometime today, so I should be doing research and/or writing, but I'm doing this instead. Of course. It's an argument paper, that has to be related to something physical-science-ish. The topic I submitted and was accepted for was the impact of communication technology on society. I'd like to argue, if I can find supporting evidence, that communication technology (e-mail, cell phones, blogs...) isolate people rather than bringing them together. Where would I find sources like that? Psychological studies? Expert opinions? But think about it. I could be spending time with the people I care about. But instead I'm sitting here at a computer writing about it. I tell friends that I'm so busy, with school and work and other projects, that I can't even come over and say hello. Then instead of doing homework I watch movies or spend hours checking my e-mail. And what for? To "communicate." Wouldn't it be better to see a friend in person and communicate with them face-to-face? Isn't it healthier? At least I would get exercise from the short walk to the next building over. How many times have you seen two people in the same classroom sending text messages to each other, and then completely ignoring each other after the lecture? I don't know. Sometimes this technology makes things very convenient, but at what cost? I think we have a tendency to get hung up on things that, in the long run, just don't matter. And so I'm still sitting here writing about it. Go me. | | |
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