It's Like Popping Bubble Wrap...
*note: link to pictures from field trip are in the post below
God Bless: Congratulations, Liz Jacobs, Jesus loves you!
Feeling: equal parts impending doom (upcoming midterm blows) and celebration (previous midterms over)
Sorry guys, you're all going to be very, very, and (all hyperbole aside) very disappointed with kenneth. i didn't do it on purpose, but i read a little more ahead in Crushing Soft Rubies than expected. And by "expected," i mean "assigned." Sorry to let you down, team. Her autobiography went down easily--no spoon of sugar required (for the medicine...sorry, bad Mary Poppins reference).
In any case, Crushing Soft Rubies should be retitled Popping Bubble Wrap, because that's how engrossed i was with the narrative. Considering almost every piece of literature we've read this semester, i have to confess i feel like i'm invading the authors' privacies. i think i said before that i feel like i'm violating the sanctity of someone's diary. well...yeah.
But back to Ms. Stickmon! (Or it might be Mrs. by now, i'm not sure). i like her matter-of-fact approach to her writing. Hers is a story that could have easily been General Hospitalized. Instead, she cuts the fat, states the facts, resists flowery tendencies, and has my sympathy (not pity, but sympathy) in the palm of her hand. When i hear stories about children taking up adult responsibilties, being forced to grow up at such a young age...well, that gets to me. But, hey, i'm pretty emo.
...
Dangit, J.Lo just came up on my media player and with her telling me to "Get Right" i lost my train of thought. Where was i?
Oh, right.
i'm glad that this memoir was included in our reading list. i've always been curious about the mestizas and the hapas in my family and the way they see the world--how they resolve their ethnic identities. i'm glad to see that in Ms. Stickmon's autobiography, she celebrates both cultures--Filipino and African American. Her blood test comes back adobo, but she still rocks out to En Vogue. Speaking of which, Free your mind / and the rest will follow.
i'm weary of analyzing autobiographies/memoirs/biographies/xangas/blogs/tsimis/what-have-you from a literary perspective. Come on, is there foreshadowing in anyone's life? Is the Captain Crunch you had this morning a metaphor for something? It just feels a little too forced, and i don't think life is that convenient, even though God has a sense of humor ("Clap on, clap off, the Clapper"...i rest my case). And, oh yeah, if i said something like "there's not enough build up before the resolution in Crushing Soft Rubies...more tension! The protagonist needs more character devlopment! More growth!"--see, that's just not right.
Thus, i think i'll just say that i appreciate Ms. Stickmon's will and character and bravery to share her story.
i think that just about sums it up.
God Bless: Congratulations, Liz Jacobs, Jesus loves you!
Feeling: equal parts impending doom (upcoming midterm blows) and celebration (previous midterms over)
NERD ALERT
Sorry guys, you're all going to be very, very, and (all hyperbole aside) very disappointed with kenneth. i didn't do it on purpose, but i read a little more ahead in Crushing Soft Rubies than expected. And by "expected," i mean "assigned." Sorry to let you down, team. Her autobiography went down easily--no spoon of sugar required (for the medicine...sorry, bad Mary Poppins reference).
In any case, Crushing Soft Rubies should be retitled Popping Bubble Wrap, because that's how engrossed i was with the narrative. Considering almost every piece of literature we've read this semester, i have to confess i feel like i'm invading the authors' privacies. i think i said before that i feel like i'm violating the sanctity of someone's diary. well...yeah.
But back to Ms. Stickmon! (Or it might be Mrs. by now, i'm not sure). i like her matter-of-fact approach to her writing. Hers is a story that could have easily been General Hospitalized. Instead, she cuts the fat, states the facts, resists flowery tendencies, and has my sympathy (not pity, but sympathy) in the palm of her hand. When i hear stories about children taking up adult responsibilties, being forced to grow up at such a young age...well, that gets to me. But, hey, i'm pretty emo.
...
Dangit, J.Lo just came up on my media player and with her telling me to "Get Right" i lost my train of thought. Where was i?
Oh, right.
i'm glad that this memoir was included in our reading list. i've always been curious about the mestizas and the hapas in my family and the way they see the world--how they resolve their ethnic identities. i'm glad to see that in Ms. Stickmon's autobiography, she celebrates both cultures--Filipino and African American. Her blood test comes back adobo, but she still rocks out to En Vogue. Speaking of which, Free your mind / and the rest will follow.
i'm weary of analyzing autobiographies/memoirs/biographies/xangas/blogs/tsimis/what-have-you from a literary perspective. Come on, is there foreshadowing in anyone's life? Is the Captain Crunch you had this morning a metaphor for something? It just feels a little too forced, and i don't think life is that convenient, even though God has a sense of humor ("Clap on, clap off, the Clapper"...i rest my case). And, oh yeah, if i said something like "there's not enough build up before the resolution in Crushing Soft Rubies...more tension! The protagonist needs more character devlopment! More growth!"--see, that's just not right.
Thus, i think i'll just say that i appreciate Ms. Stickmon's will and character and bravery to share her story.
i think that just about sums it up.
posted by The Kenneth @ 8:16 PM
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