So, I get on forums now and then. It always starts out fine, I join a growing community, find some interesting topics, and share my opinion. Then a heated discussion begins, I join in, and I'm either totally misunderstood or someone has something rude/sarcastic to say to me. Maybe I'm a wimp, but it takes a very short time for me to delete my account after such an occurence.
I've always been someone to back out of fights or arguments. It's not that I won't take up for myself, but I hate tension and conflict, especially if it's not needed. Hmm, I think I'm going to stay away from them for a while. I already have this blog, a twitter, and a myspace. There's no needed for all these public soap boxes!
Besides that, the other day, thinking I had bought the light cigarettes last, I searched my bag for about ten minutes looking for the tan pack. I then proceeded to rip my car apart in all of it's glorious junk for another fifteen minutes. I then realized that I had bought the supers all along and went inside to pull the red pack from my purse. Mind you, I have about ten used cigarettes packs in my bag.
The point is, I either need to quit smoking or clean my damn bag out every now and then.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
1998-2008
In June of 1998 a black man was murdered in my small town. Jasper, Texas was thrust into the media spotlight as three young white men, one of which I knew very well, began their defense in court.
At eleven years old, I sat outside the Belle-Jim hotel every morning eating my breakfast and watching the KKK, the Black Panthers, and all sorts of journalists and reporters congregate outside the doors of the Jasper courthouse.
What happened was a horrible, hateful crime. I'm sad that our town became so infamous as racial tensions grew, and my heart goes out to all of the families involved. It's rarely talked about on CNN now, but I'm sure they must live with what happened every day.
Today the first black president steps into the white house. I'm proud and hopeful. It's amazing to me that ten short years ago I was a little girl trying to sound smart and open-minded in front of the glaring eyes of a documentary filmmaker's camera, and today I'm relishing in the fact that I voted, for my first time, for the man who has changed history.
One day I'm going to tell my kids, hopefully to their amazement and confusion, that I was present in a town that was victim to a hate crime. I say confusion, because I hope my children and all the future generations will have no concrete understanding of racism and hatred. I hope it's something they're only cognizant of due to history books, old movies, and wikipedia-like websites.
So, I'm just excited about what's in store for the next four, hopefully eight, years. I have a lot more to say about all the subjects I've mentioned in this blog, but I just wanted to jot my thoughts down at this time. I have to get back to MSNBC....and Rachel Maddow. Rrrwow.
At eleven years old, I sat outside the Belle-Jim hotel every morning eating my breakfast and watching the KKK, the Black Panthers, and all sorts of journalists and reporters congregate outside the doors of the Jasper courthouse.
What happened was a horrible, hateful crime. I'm sad that our town became so infamous as racial tensions grew, and my heart goes out to all of the families involved. It's rarely talked about on CNN now, but I'm sure they must live with what happened every day.
Today the first black president steps into the white house. I'm proud and hopeful. It's amazing to me that ten short years ago I was a little girl trying to sound smart and open-minded in front of the glaring eyes of a documentary filmmaker's camera, and today I'm relishing in the fact that I voted, for my first time, for the man who has changed history.
One day I'm going to tell my kids, hopefully to their amazement and confusion, that I was present in a town that was victim to a hate crime. I say confusion, because I hope my children and all the future generations will have no concrete understanding of racism and hatred. I hope it's something they're only cognizant of due to history books, old movies, and wikipedia-like websites.
So, I'm just excited about what's in store for the next four, hopefully eight, years. I have a lot more to say about all the subjects I've mentioned in this blog, but I just wanted to jot my thoughts down at this time. I have to get back to MSNBC....and Rachel Maddow. Rrrwow.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Mom!!! Why can't I wear my bonnet to school?
I came to a realization the other day while chatting with a co-worker. I rarely wear clothes. I wear costumes. We were talking about our right brain tendencies and how we had a flare for the creative. Carol (the aforementioned co-worker) is in her early sixties and has done everything from owning a farm, to managing a fabrics stores, to working in welfare and small town politics. I mentioned to her my love for the arts and she demanded that I start doing something in that field. I've taken some classes at a community college, but I often have to wonder if my place is in the classroom. I love education, I love reading and learning new things. But the minute I step onto campus, I immediately start having a panic attack and can't think logically.
During childhood, I was always made fun of. During an entire week of my fifth grade year, I refused to wear anything other than a poodle skirt to school. That same year, although I went to a big public school, I owned mostly school uniforms in navy blue. I wanted desperately to go to a boarding school, if only because of their dapper skirts, leggings, and polos. At one point, I made my mom sew pioneer dresses for me, and I let everyone know I'd be converting to the Amish faith upon my 18th birthday.
My imagination has never stopped growing. Just last year, I'd drive my PT Cruiser around this tiny Texas town pretending to be a flapper, and I spent most of my paychecks on vintage clothing. I take Shakespeare's words to heart. For me, all the world IS a stage. And every day I get to be a different character in my own play.
So maybe I should learn to sew. Maybe I should major in fashion. I don't know. If only there was a degree that wrapped pop culture, women's history, and the study of fashion and style throughout different time periods into one package for me. Any ideas?
During childhood, I was always made fun of. During an entire week of my fifth grade year, I refused to wear anything other than a poodle skirt to school. That same year, although I went to a big public school, I owned mostly school uniforms in navy blue. I wanted desperately to go to a boarding school, if only because of their dapper skirts, leggings, and polos. At one point, I made my mom sew pioneer dresses for me, and I let everyone know I'd be converting to the Amish faith upon my 18th birthday.
My imagination has never stopped growing. Just last year, I'd drive my PT Cruiser around this tiny Texas town pretending to be a flapper, and I spent most of my paychecks on vintage clothing. I take Shakespeare's words to heart. For me, all the world IS a stage. And every day I get to be a different character in my own play.
So maybe I should learn to sew. Maybe I should major in fashion. I don't know. If only there was a degree that wrapped pop culture, women's history, and the study of fashion and style throughout different time periods into one package for me. Any ideas?
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Introductions
My name is Logan, as I'm sure you can see. I made this blog mainly because my husband has one..I guess I wanted to follow suit. I don't really have much to say, I always make these things then forget about them for 6 months. I don't have the patience or the need to write, but I'm really going to give it a try this time...maybe post some of the photographs I like to take, talk about my incredibly uneventful day, or the books I'm reading.
Haha...that all sounds pretty boring. But like I said, we'll give this a try.
I guess I should introduce myself. I'm twenty. I live in Southeast Texas. I work, and every once in a while I go to community college. I don't have a lot of plans for the future, but I'm a pretty wishful thinker. I'm sure I'll find something to do until it's time to die. Right now I'm a secretary. I like my job. I like to type stuff, as long as it's already been wrote (or written? See! I'm no good at this stuff....I'd rather stick to myspace) for me. I read a lot. I like movies and music. I don't know how to fish.
Haha...that all sounds pretty boring. But like I said, we'll give this a try.
I guess I should introduce myself. I'm twenty. I live in Southeast Texas. I work, and every once in a while I go to community college. I don't have a lot of plans for the future, but I'm a pretty wishful thinker. I'm sure I'll find something to do until it's time to die. Right now I'm a secretary. I like my job. I like to type stuff, as long as it's already been wrote (or written? See! I'm no good at this stuff....I'd rather stick to myspace) for me. I read a lot. I like movies and music. I don't know how to fish.
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