My Fried Green Tomatoes message board now has 25 active members and (as of this moment) 535 posts. That's 24 new friends for Erin! ;) Yeah baby! I like fans.
OH and by the by - my completed FGT fanfiction short story from creative writing class is available for reading here: http://fgobsession.ravenwolfprods.com/weemsfanfiction.html
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Friday, May 27, 2005
Testy
I mentioned "INTP" in a previous post ... which is my personality type... based on a slew of personality tests I've taken. INTP = Introvert Intuitive Thinker Perceiver (which means nothing to you unless you read the description).
BUT - I'm super interested in what YOU are (letter-wise) so I can look up our compatibility.
Take the test and let me know:
http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes1.htm
Good quotes about INTP's:
"INTPs are pensive, analytical folks. They may venture so deeply into thought as to seem detached, and often actually are oblivious to the world around them. "
"INTPs are relatively easy-going and amenable to most anything until their principles are violated, about which they may become outspoken and inflexible. " (What Taysha calls "Tokey")
"A major concern for INTPs is the haunting sense of impending failure. They spend considerable time second-guessing themselves. The open-endedness (from Perceiving) conjoined with the need for competence (NT) is expressed in a sense that one's conclusion may well be met by an equally plausible alternative solution, and that, after all, one may very well have overlooked some critical bit of data." (Which is why I sometimes have a hellish time shopping.)
"The INTP is likely to be very shy when it comes to meeting new people." (The damn Social Anxiety Disorder study people do NOT call me back... it is apparently not my fate to do this study!)
"For this reason, INTPs are usually not in-tune with how people are feeling, and are not naturally well-equiped to meet the emotional needs of others. " (Also known as Erin's ability to 'not think before she speaks' and to "not be a shoulder to cry on.")
"If the INTP has not developed their Sensing side sufficiently, they may become unaware of their environment, and exhibit weakness in performing maintenance-type tasks, such as bill-paying and dressing appropriately. " (SHUT UP!! Bitches!)
"When given an environment which supports his creative genius and possible eccentricity, the INTP can accomplish truly remarkable things." ;)
Plus I think INTP's have big hair.... Einstein was an INTP.
BUT - I'm super interested in what YOU are (letter-wise) so I can look up our compatibility.
Take the test and let me know:
http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes1.htm
Good quotes about INTP's:
"INTPs are pensive, analytical folks. They may venture so deeply into thought as to seem detached, and often actually are oblivious to the world around them. "
"INTPs are relatively easy-going and amenable to most anything until their principles are violated, about which they may become outspoken and inflexible. " (What Taysha calls "Tokey")
"A major concern for INTPs is the haunting sense of impending failure. They spend considerable time second-guessing themselves. The open-endedness (from Perceiving) conjoined with the need for competence (NT) is expressed in a sense that one's conclusion may well be met by an equally plausible alternative solution, and that, after all, one may very well have overlooked some critical bit of data." (Which is why I sometimes have a hellish time shopping.)
"The INTP is likely to be very shy when it comes to meeting new people." (The damn Social Anxiety Disorder study people do NOT call me back... it is apparently not my fate to do this study!)
"For this reason, INTPs are usually not in-tune with how people are feeling, and are not naturally well-equiped to meet the emotional needs of others. " (Also known as Erin's ability to 'not think before she speaks' and to "not be a shoulder to cry on.")
"If the INTP has not developed their Sensing side sufficiently, they may become unaware of their environment, and exhibit weakness in performing maintenance-type tasks, such as bill-paying and dressing appropriately. " (SHUT UP!! Bitches!)
"When given an environment which supports his creative genius and possible eccentricity, the INTP can accomplish truly remarkable things." ;)
Plus I think INTP's have big hair.... Einstein was an INTP.
Song stuck in my head
Do you ever get a song stuck in your head that you don't want to sing out loud? At the moment I have that "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?" song stuck in here.... and I don't want to sing it out loud because I'm half expecting some ass to shout out "No!! God no!!!"
But here's another song I'm going to stick in my head instead:
http://www.ultrarecords.com/grandaddy/video/grandaddy-nature_anthem.mov
But here's another song I'm going to stick in my head instead:
http://www.ultrarecords.com/grandaddy/video/grandaddy-nature_anthem.mov
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Update 4 - Mortimer & Molly
Last week I was invited to pet-sit for a friend of my godmother's who happens to live near me in El Monte. First of all.... I didn't know El Monte was so close to me. Second of all... this lady lives next to this huge lake park thing that I didn't know existed. There's a bike path at this lake that goes all the way to Long Beach.
Anyhoo... so I pet-sat for Mortimer, the chihuahua and Molly, the cat for a night and a day and fell in love with this lake park place (which is Mortimer's walking place). I ended up taking Mort for four walks just as an excuse. Two of these walks were at odd off-park hours in the dark or early morning light.... it was the perfect location for a gruesome Law & Order type of body discovery. I kept expecting Mort to sniff out a victim.
I'm considering writing a story about it.... but I may just have right now.
Anyhoo... so I pet-sat for Mortimer, the chihuahua and Molly, the cat for a night and a day and fell in love with this lake park place (which is Mortimer's walking place). I ended up taking Mort for four walks just as an excuse. Two of these walks were at odd off-park hours in the dark or early morning light.... it was the perfect location for a gruesome Law & Order type of body discovery. I kept expecting Mort to sniff out a victim.
I'm considering writing a story about it.... but I may just have right now.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Cuz they're Cuzins!
I have a little cousin that is obsessed with me.
I've only met the girl once... when she was probably 12 or 13... and now she just luuuuuvvvvs me. (She's 15 now.) And the thing is .... she can't just be like a normal cousin that thinks I'm cool... no... actually she has some sort of autism or something that makes her especially clingy to people.
In a couple of weekends I will attend a family reunion in Buena Park. Now it's called "reunion" but 90% of the people I've never met. This is my mom's side of the family.
So Nic, the little cousin, has now sent me a few e-mails. I just got two, from two separate e-mail addresses. They read something like, "Erin this is your cousin. Are you going to the reunion? Please sit next to me." The other said, "Sit next to your cousin Nic at the reunion." The third one I got was actually the first, which she had sent a couple of months ago to my mom, which my mom had forwarded to me with a note "Do you know this person?" ... and I hadn't recognized the name at the time. That first e-mail read "Erin L. I miss you!"
ONCE.... I met her ONCE.
Again with the irony.... here I am... INTP personality.... don't like a lot of social interaction. And I'll be spending my reunion with the too clingy, too social, too chatty Nic.
And yes - I'm going to hell.
I've only met the girl once... when she was probably 12 or 13... and now she just luuuuuvvvvs me. (She's 15 now.) And the thing is .... she can't just be like a normal cousin that thinks I'm cool... no... actually she has some sort of autism or something that makes her especially clingy to people.
In a couple of weekends I will attend a family reunion in Buena Park. Now it's called "reunion" but 90% of the people I've never met. This is my mom's side of the family.
So Nic, the little cousin, has now sent me a few e-mails. I just got two, from two separate e-mail addresses. They read something like, "Erin this is your cousin. Are you going to the reunion? Please sit next to me." The other said, "Sit next to your cousin Nic at the reunion." The third one I got was actually the first, which she had sent a couple of months ago to my mom, which my mom had forwarded to me with a note "Do you know this person?" ... and I hadn't recognized the name at the time. That first e-mail read "Erin L. I miss you!"
ONCE.... I met her ONCE.
Again with the irony.... here I am... INTP personality.... don't like a lot of social interaction. And I'll be spending my reunion with the too clingy, too social, too chatty Nic.
And yes - I'm going to hell.
Update 3 - Writing Class
So Pleather finally sent me her story which she had requested I look over. And I did. And I gave it some excellent comments and things to work on. She was very appreciative of the time I put into it and the insights I gave her.
That night, however, was our workshop on our "free verse" poems.... essentially... poems with no rhyme or meter. Our new set gang of workshoppers gathered round to look at the poems (Sarah the pregnant girl, Chemmy the hard to understand guy, Will the novelist, Pleather and I). I had written two - one about Miriam's grandmother who has Alzheimers - the other based on my THE LIGHTS story (from 8th grade, later turned into college short film). We sort of tag-teamed in our comments on people's poems and then transitioned into someone else's. Pleather's was probably the best poem in the group... it was about masks that people wear... but there were references that I just didn't get to mythological creatures, etc. (Of course Will the novelist understood it... because he's Will the novelist.) The group talked about Pleather's poem second to last and yadda yadda its good yadda yadda. And then Pleather said, "I was worried it might be a little too high brow." To which I replied in my usual Erin thinks she's funny way, "It is. I didn't understand it." WHICH really was meant to be funny..... but not even I giggled because it came out so rude sounding.... She looked at me in shocked horror. My face remained defiant. She said, transitioning in, "Well I didn't really get yours." And then the other group members told me how they didn't get mine.... they didn't understand the narrative of the narrative poem.
Remember that scene in the movie BIG when John Heard is in the toy meeting and he's describing the buildings that turn into robots and Tom Hanks raises his hand and says, "I don't get it." And John Heard says, "Well, what's there not to get? They start out as skyscrapers and they turn into robots." .... then Tom Hanks proceeds to win over the boss's heart by telling the gathered meeting that skyscrapers that turned into robots were not any fun... why not make robots that turn into bugs..... then later John Heard bitches to Elizabeth Perkins about Tom whining in a mock voice, "I don't get it! I don't get it!"...
I was John Heard.
Since that night Pleather has sat on the opposite side of the room. I guess I'm no longer her bitch.
BUT .... in epilogue.... Monday night the teacher returned our iambic pentameter poems and announced to the class, "With the exception of Erin, none of you quite got it."
That night, however, was our workshop on our "free verse" poems.... essentially... poems with no rhyme or meter. Our new set gang of workshoppers gathered round to look at the poems (Sarah the pregnant girl, Chemmy the hard to understand guy, Will the novelist, Pleather and I). I had written two - one about Miriam's grandmother who has Alzheimers - the other based on my THE LIGHTS story (from 8th grade, later turned into college short film). We sort of tag-teamed in our comments on people's poems and then transitioned into someone else's. Pleather's was probably the best poem in the group... it was about masks that people wear... but there were references that I just didn't get to mythological creatures, etc. (Of course Will the novelist understood it... because he's Will the novelist.) The group talked about Pleather's poem second to last and yadda yadda its good yadda yadda. And then Pleather said, "I was worried it might be a little too high brow." To which I replied in my usual Erin thinks she's funny way, "It is. I didn't understand it." WHICH really was meant to be funny..... but not even I giggled because it came out so rude sounding.... She looked at me in shocked horror. My face remained defiant. She said, transitioning in, "Well I didn't really get yours." And then the other group members told me how they didn't get mine.... they didn't understand the narrative of the narrative poem.
Remember that scene in the movie BIG when John Heard is in the toy meeting and he's describing the buildings that turn into robots and Tom Hanks raises his hand and says, "I don't get it." And John Heard says, "Well, what's there not to get? They start out as skyscrapers and they turn into robots." .... then Tom Hanks proceeds to win over the boss's heart by telling the gathered meeting that skyscrapers that turned into robots were not any fun... why not make robots that turn into bugs..... then later John Heard bitches to Elizabeth Perkins about Tom whining in a mock voice, "I don't get it! I don't get it!"...
I was John Heard.
Since that night Pleather has sat on the opposite side of the room. I guess I'm no longer her bitch.
BUT .... in epilogue.... Monday night the teacher returned our iambic pentameter poems and announced to the class, "With the exception of Erin, none of you quite got it."
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Update 2 - Bridges
Have I mentioned "Bridges" before (other than in the last post when I mentioned Emily - the 20 year old novelist)? I can't recall.
Back when I was doing the production for a Self Expression and Leadership Program (which was AFTER I was coaching... basically I was the setup, breakdown, pass out homework, make photocopies girl) I was invited to participate in one of the coach's projects. (As you may recall - in that class you create a community project - mine was the project for animal cancer awareness.... other projects included things like AIDS Lifecycle and St. Baldric's Day and the Revlon Run/Walk ... and etc.) Andy was/is her name (not to be confused with the Andy whose cat, Tova, is being babysat by my parents).
Andy's project, later named "Bridges," was a group meant to "bridge the gap" between older and younger lesbians. We've now had about 5 or 6 meetings (since February) and its actually pretty interesting. I, as some of you know, consider myself a little homophobic, (again with the irony!) so it was something I challenged myself to do. Interestingly enough - I get along just fine with the "over 40's"... but its the "under 40's" that make me all weird, quiet and socially anxious.
Anyhoo - I'm the official e-mail/communications captain for the group (and recently.. logo designer).
The day after the real-estate expo was our first "outing"... we went to a park, had a picnic, attempted to fly kites and threw around a softball. I learned how to catch with a mit... I can actually do that! And I swung the bat and hit quite a few of the pitches. (I'd only ever previously batted at a mini-golf batting cage once.) I'm learning to be appropriately gay!
This last weekend was supposed to be my first trip to a PRIDE event - Long Beach Pride. But at the last minute I chickened out and used the $20 admission fee as my excuse to not go.
However.... if Andy plays her cards (and applications) right... I may be IN the L.A. Pride parade marching next to her convertible and advertising "Bridges." Holy shit.
The other thing I've gotten out of Bridges is my writing-buddy, Cassandra. She's 70 something and we've been sending snippets of writings back and forth and working on some writing exercises together. We haven't actually worked out a method of buddy-ing though... so its just e-mails back and forth with no integrity held in check yet.
Back when I was doing the production for a Self Expression and Leadership Program (which was AFTER I was coaching... basically I was the setup, breakdown, pass out homework, make photocopies girl) I was invited to participate in one of the coach's projects. (As you may recall - in that class you create a community project - mine was the project for animal cancer awareness.... other projects included things like AIDS Lifecycle and St. Baldric's Day and the Revlon Run/Walk ... and etc.) Andy was/is her name (not to be confused with the Andy whose cat, Tova, is being babysat by my parents).
Andy's project, later named "Bridges," was a group meant to "bridge the gap" between older and younger lesbians. We've now had about 5 or 6 meetings (since February) and its actually pretty interesting. I, as some of you know, consider myself a little homophobic, (again with the irony!) so it was something I challenged myself to do. Interestingly enough - I get along just fine with the "over 40's"... but its the "under 40's" that make me all weird, quiet and socially anxious.
Anyhoo - I'm the official e-mail/communications captain for the group (and recently.. logo designer).
The day after the real-estate expo was our first "outing"... we went to a park, had a picnic, attempted to fly kites and threw around a softball. I learned how to catch with a mit... I can actually do that! And I swung the bat and hit quite a few of the pitches. (I'd only ever previously batted at a mini-golf batting cage once.) I'm learning to be appropriately gay!
This last weekend was supposed to be my first trip to a PRIDE event - Long Beach Pride. But at the last minute I chickened out and used the $20 admission fee as my excuse to not go.
However.... if Andy plays her cards (and applications) right... I may be IN the L.A. Pride parade marching next to her convertible and advertising "Bridges." Holy shit.
The other thing I've gotten out of Bridges is my writing-buddy, Cassandra. She's 70 something and we've been sending snippets of writings back and forth and working on some writing exercises together. We haven't actually worked out a method of buddy-ing though... so its just e-mails back and forth with no integrity held in check yet.
Update 1 - the Expo
A few weekends ago I attended the Learning Annex' Real Estate Expo. I figured it was something I was fated to do because I had just finished "reading" RICH DAD, POOR DAD and then I saw the ad which said the author was going to be at the expo. Looking at my ticket the night prior to my Saturday attendance (Thank you Leslie for my ticket!) ... I became convinced that it was not actually valid. The ticket had a coupon code and the note "be sure to register online at .... or by calling this number..." So I called the number and reached a recording which said that "All tickets are sold out.".... Er..... So I went to the website.. or tried to.. but it was down. When it finally came back up the page where I should have been able to enter the "coupon code" had the option grayed out and said "Sold Out."
SO I stayed up until all hours ... surfing, as per usual, on MySpace.
Then Saturday I awoke and thought - I won't forgive myself if I don't attempt this! So I went after all. But I had slept in so I didn't actually wake up, make this decision, drive and get there until about 2:30pm.
And I got in with no problem. But I had missed all the good seminars that I had wanted to attend.
I got there in time for an "Other People's Money" seminar but the room was overpacked and there was no way I was getting in.
The other thing about the expo is that I knew my friend Anna was going. Anna was my coach when I was coaching participants during a Self Expression and Leadership Program. She's about my age (a little older I guess) and she works for the L.A. Opera AND... as I learned during that program... she's trying to get into real estate (with NO MONEY DOWN and all that good jazz). Anna also had me create my financial budget and talk to my creditors, and etc. and basically had me get some good grips on my money situation. Not to mention she dealt with all of my Erin drama while I dealt with participant drama. And I just think she's hot shit all around.
So Anna told me to call her when I was there so I took the "can't get into this room" moment as the opportunity and went through to her voicemail. I decided to then check out the vendor room while I waited for the next available seminar - and then I ran into Anna on the way. So again... fate.
Anna and her boyfriend Derek were all pumped up after having attending the Tony Robbins seminar in the morning and they were wearing "Millionaire Mind" paraphernelia.. which is a 3 day intensive workshop about how to think like a millionaire which they had attended the previous weekend. They decided to drag me on their search for Starbucks (apparently there had been a run and all Starbucks was sold out in the convention center) and then told me they were taking me to the Millionaire Mind mini-seminar in the main hall. I still think that I was not technically supposed to be able to get into that seminar with my free ticket status but they had paid tickets so I just followed them and nobody kicked me out.
http://www.millionairemind.com/
The MM mini-sem was led by the creator, T. Harv Eker, who was quite the hyperactive little dude. He'd shout little things like, "Good or good?" or "True or True?" to get positive answers. He did have some great little insights which I noted down. However - the most interesting thing was that he wanted everybody to "think like millionaires" and had us stand up several times to tell our neighbors that they had a millionare mind. Anna and Derek - fresh from the intensive - were all about generating their participation so they'd jump and make the whole row excited with their enthusiasm. Thankfully, I was partnered with Anna so it wasn't so completely odd when we had to turn to our partner, high-five them, look them in the eye and shout, "YOU have a millionaire mind!!" OK so it was a little hokey but it was fun. Basically it was like Landmark education for money.
Some of the great insights from the mini-sem:
1) You can learn all the stuff from all the seminars and books but if you think like a poor person... you can only be poor.
2) Your life is made up from four parts - the Mental, the Emotional, the Spiritual and the Physical... and the Physical is like a print-out of what the other three parts are doing. (I.E. if you think small, you get small. If you feel dramatic, things show up as being dramatic. Etc.)
3) You need to reset your financial thermostat. The example is... if Trump loses a million - he's not going to flinch because his financial thermostat is set for the billions. If yours is set for the thousands or hundreds... then that is all you'll get. Like a thermostat that is set to 72 degrees.... if its colder it'll heat up the room to equal 72, if its hot it'll turn on the AC to get it down to 72... so the temp will always be slighty above 72, at 72 or slightly below 72. The trick is to set your financial thermostat UP UP UP.
4) Resetting your thermostat is a matter of evaluating what you've been taught about money and throwing it out the door. I.E. ... You likely heard things like "money doesn't grow on trees" or "if you want to buy that thing, get a job" as you grew up... which created your way of thinking about money. And its all just stories.
5) Take a look at what your default response is when you need money. For me - my default response seems to be somewhat positive in that I don't kill possibility immediately. "I don't have it but I can ask for it. Someone will give me money," is my natural reaction (from growing up a spoiled brat). (I'm sure my friends will notice this.... and think twice when next I say I don't have any money.... as you should!) HOWEVER - my natural response is also somewhat negative because I have disempowered myself... I can never have or create any money of my own because I always expect it from someone else.
6) Don't complain. People who complain about their situation can only create bad situations (go back to the mental + emotional + spiritual = physical equation).
T. Harv's other suggestion for life was to "bless" those people that have what you want rather than hate them or blame them or despise them. BECAUSE ... when you wish happy things on people, you'll get happy things in return. (This is just one of those elements of life that shows up in various religions in stuff... Wicca refers to it as the 3 times 3 - what you wish on others will come back to you 3 x 3 - so wish good things - do good magic. This is best exemplified in the movie THE CRAFT.)
(SO... if you read it.... this is why I wrote that little poem about "Bless Emily..." because I met her on the following day. She was a 20 year old that had already published a book at 19 and had several screenplays "being read by Hollywood" already. My first reaction was to hate her.... but I've been "blessing" her ever since instead.)
And of course T. Harv's final suggestion was to take the 3 day intensive Millionaire Mind course to re-program your thermostat. (It's like a $1200. course but Anna said she could hook me up with free tickets because you KNOW I want to reprogram myself.)
After the mini-sem ended Anna and Derek went off to prepare for the Trump seminar they would be attending and I finally visited all the vendors and entered all the free iPod contests. (Apparently the Las Vegas real estate market is booming- FYI.)
SO I stayed up until all hours ... surfing, as per usual, on MySpace.
Then Saturday I awoke and thought - I won't forgive myself if I don't attempt this! So I went after all. But I had slept in so I didn't actually wake up, make this decision, drive and get there until about 2:30pm.
And I got in with no problem. But I had missed all the good seminars that I had wanted to attend.
I got there in time for an "Other People's Money" seminar but the room was overpacked and there was no way I was getting in.
The other thing about the expo is that I knew my friend Anna was going. Anna was my coach when I was coaching participants during a Self Expression and Leadership Program. She's about my age (a little older I guess) and she works for the L.A. Opera AND... as I learned during that program... she's trying to get into real estate (with NO MONEY DOWN and all that good jazz). Anna also had me create my financial budget and talk to my creditors, and etc. and basically had me get some good grips on my money situation. Not to mention she dealt with all of my Erin drama while I dealt with participant drama. And I just think she's hot shit all around.
So Anna told me to call her when I was there so I took the "can't get into this room" moment as the opportunity and went through to her voicemail. I decided to then check out the vendor room while I waited for the next available seminar - and then I ran into Anna on the way. So again... fate.
Anna and her boyfriend Derek were all pumped up after having attending the Tony Robbins seminar in the morning and they were wearing "Millionaire Mind" paraphernelia.. which is a 3 day intensive workshop about how to think like a millionaire which they had attended the previous weekend. They decided to drag me on their search for Starbucks (apparently there had been a run and all Starbucks was sold out in the convention center) and then told me they were taking me to the Millionaire Mind mini-seminar in the main hall. I still think that I was not technically supposed to be able to get into that seminar with my free ticket status but they had paid tickets so I just followed them and nobody kicked me out.
http://www.millionairemind.com/
The MM mini-sem was led by the creator, T. Harv Eker, who was quite the hyperactive little dude. He'd shout little things like, "Good or good?" or "True or True?" to get positive answers. He did have some great little insights which I noted down. However - the most interesting thing was that he wanted everybody to "think like millionaires" and had us stand up several times to tell our neighbors that they had a millionare mind. Anna and Derek - fresh from the intensive - were all about generating their participation so they'd jump and make the whole row excited with their enthusiasm. Thankfully, I was partnered with Anna so it wasn't so completely odd when we had to turn to our partner, high-five them, look them in the eye and shout, "YOU have a millionaire mind!!" OK so it was a little hokey but it was fun. Basically it was like Landmark education for money.
Some of the great insights from the mini-sem:
1) You can learn all the stuff from all the seminars and books but if you think like a poor person... you can only be poor.
2) Your life is made up from four parts - the Mental, the Emotional, the Spiritual and the Physical... and the Physical is like a print-out of what the other three parts are doing. (I.E. if you think small, you get small. If you feel dramatic, things show up as being dramatic. Etc.)
3) You need to reset your financial thermostat. The example is... if Trump loses a million - he's not going to flinch because his financial thermostat is set for the billions. If yours is set for the thousands or hundreds... then that is all you'll get. Like a thermostat that is set to 72 degrees.... if its colder it'll heat up the room to equal 72, if its hot it'll turn on the AC to get it down to 72... so the temp will always be slighty above 72, at 72 or slightly below 72. The trick is to set your financial thermostat UP UP UP.
4) Resetting your thermostat is a matter of evaluating what you've been taught about money and throwing it out the door. I.E. ... You likely heard things like "money doesn't grow on trees" or "if you want to buy that thing, get a job" as you grew up... which created your way of thinking about money. And its all just stories.
5) Take a look at what your default response is when you need money. For me - my default response seems to be somewhat positive in that I don't kill possibility immediately. "I don't have it but I can ask for it. Someone will give me money," is my natural reaction (from growing up a spoiled brat). (I'm sure my friends will notice this.... and think twice when next I say I don't have any money.... as you should!) HOWEVER - my natural response is also somewhat negative because I have disempowered myself... I can never have or create any money of my own because I always expect it from someone else.
6) Don't complain. People who complain about their situation can only create bad situations (go back to the mental + emotional + spiritual = physical equation).
T. Harv's other suggestion for life was to "bless" those people that have what you want rather than hate them or blame them or despise them. BECAUSE ... when you wish happy things on people, you'll get happy things in return. (This is just one of those elements of life that shows up in various religions in stuff... Wicca refers to it as the 3 times 3 - what you wish on others will come back to you 3 x 3 - so wish good things - do good magic. This is best exemplified in the movie THE CRAFT.)
(SO... if you read it.... this is why I wrote that little poem about "Bless Emily..." because I met her on the following day. She was a 20 year old that had already published a book at 19 and had several screenplays "being read by Hollywood" already. My first reaction was to hate her.... but I've been "blessing" her ever since instead.)
And of course T. Harv's final suggestion was to take the 3 day intensive Millionaire Mind course to re-program your thermostat. (It's like a $1200. course but Anna said she could hook me up with free tickets because you KNOW I want to reprogram myself.)
After the mini-sem ended Anna and Derek went off to prepare for the Trump seminar they would be attending and I finally visited all the vendors and entered all the free iPod contests. (Apparently the Las Vegas real estate market is booming- FYI.)
Friday, May 06, 2005
'Tis a Merry Thing
I'm not going to read your poetry unless it rhymes. That being said - our first poetry assignment is "free verse" poetry (which is poetry with no meter and no formal style). We learned about "slant rhymes" and "assonance" and "alliteration" and "line breaks" and other fun grammatical things that I was apparently already using, for the assignment.
So for the hell of it I thought I'd blog some of my "rejected" free verse poetry (since I don't think these have the potential of winning any prizes and so I don't care if I "publish" them). So without further ado:
Tiger Stuff by Erin
The tiger was stuffed and
Wore a t-shirt to show off his
Affiliation with schools and pools
Of students bought him and
Showed him brief love before
Sharing him with parents and
Friends.
Bless by Erin
Emily Jamison – bless
Emily Jamison because
T. Harv Ecker the teacher
Said we should bless
Those who have what we want.
(This poem relates to my last weekend at the Real Estate Expo and the picnic I went to on Sunday.... which I have yet to post about.)
Baby Things by Erin
The baby’s bright eyes stared at blue eyes
Staring at lights on the wall sparkling
Reflections from baby things hanging
Over the crib. The dust
Had been cleaned off but the blue
Eyes wondered if there was any left,
Any small powder, or
Specks of skin, or
Eyelashes left over from the baby
Before.
The Obligatory Sexual Poem by Erin
The top comes off and behold
The body, the breasts, the hardening
Nipples and trace them with finger tips and
Tongue and caress the rest. The breast
Rises with breaths
And breaths
And
Breaths
And rest your head between them
And breathe.
THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE rejected poem ------------>
Furry by Erin
Frostie fur got all over my clothes. You
Couldn’t wear dark clothes around her because
When you’d leave Mom would joke
“Did you sit on the dog?”
When I found a white hair on my
Shirt the other day I forgot it wasn’t
Her’s and then I cried for want of
A furry bottom.
(Sad yet funny)
So for the hell of it I thought I'd blog some of my "rejected" free verse poetry (since I don't think these have the potential of winning any prizes and so I don't care if I "publish" them). So without further ado:
Tiger Stuff by Erin
The tiger was stuffed and
Wore a t-shirt to show off his
Affiliation with schools and pools
Of students bought him and
Showed him brief love before
Sharing him with parents and
Friends.
Bless by Erin
Emily Jamison – bless
Emily Jamison because
T. Harv Ecker the teacher
Said we should bless
Those who have what we want.
(This poem relates to my last weekend at the Real Estate Expo and the picnic I went to on Sunday.... which I have yet to post about.)
Baby Things by Erin
The baby’s bright eyes stared at blue eyes
Staring at lights on the wall sparkling
Reflections from baby things hanging
Over the crib. The dust
Had been cleaned off but the blue
Eyes wondered if there was any left,
Any small powder, or
Specks of skin, or
Eyelashes left over from the baby
Before.
The Obligatory Sexual Poem by Erin
The top comes off and behold
The body, the breasts, the hardening
Nipples and trace them with finger tips and
Tongue and caress the rest. The breast
Rises with breaths
And breaths
And
Breaths
And rest your head between them
And breathe.
THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE rejected poem ------------>
Furry by Erin
Frostie fur got all over my clothes. You
Couldn’t wear dark clothes around her because
When you’d leave Mom would joke
“Did you sit on the dog?”
When I found a white hair on my
Shirt the other day I forgot it wasn’t
Her’s and then I cried for want of
A furry bottom.
(Sad yet funny)
16
16 jobs applied to so far today! (My goal is 10/week.... which is probably too low.)
I've got my fingers crossed for the copywriter for the gay adult film company!
http://losangeles.craigslist.org/wri/71299673.html
I've got my fingers crossed for the copywriter for the gay adult film company!
http://losangeles.craigslist.org/wri/71299673.html
Pleather's e-mail
So last week I did e-mail Pleather Star my Snake story and included info on an online writing course and 'would she be interested in looking at/doing the exercises with me?' To which she never responded.
Last Wednesday she came to class and thanked me for the e-mail and then said, "Did I respond to it?"
Now I knew she hadn't but played nice and innocent and said, "I don't think so but if you did I just haven't gotten it yet."
Then she said, "Oh yeah I did."
And then I said, "Oh well it must have been sorted into my Spam folder."
Which it hadn't... because she'd never responded.
So screw my new "friend." My new writing buddy is a seventy year old lesbian lady named Cassandra. SHE joined the online writers group with me!
Though this Wednesday Pleather made nice again and asked me if she could e-mail me her finished 2500 word story because she hadn't yet turned a full finished version in and she really really respects my opinion and advice. And I said yes. So now I guess I'm her bitch.
Last Wednesday she came to class and thanked me for the e-mail and then said, "Did I respond to it?"
Now I knew she hadn't but played nice and innocent and said, "I don't think so but if you did I just haven't gotten it yet."
Then she said, "Oh yeah I did."
And then I said, "Oh well it must have been sorted into my Spam folder."
Which it hadn't... because she'd never responded.
So screw my new "friend." My new writing buddy is a seventy year old lesbian lady named Cassandra. SHE joined the online writers group with me!
Though this Wednesday Pleather made nice again and asked me if she could e-mail me her finished 2500 word story because she hadn't yet turned a full finished version in and she really really respects my opinion and advice. And I said yes. So now I guess I'm her bitch.
Sportin'
This week I'm sportin' at least two bruises including one rather oddly placed one on the inside of my thumb from playing fake softball on Sunday. That's so butch!
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