The inability to change or influence others is the definition of impotence, a word typically defined much more narrowly.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Affecting change
The feeling that you lack the power to influence or persuade others to change can be the precursor to depression. Barely distinguishable but so much more acute and painful is the certainty that you lack the power to affect change of any type or magnitude in yourself.
Monday, December 31, 2012
The big leap: no more TV
I'm embarrassed to admit how much TV I typically watch over the course of a week. For years, I defended, if to no one else but myself, so much time spent in front of a computer screen (watching downloaded and streaming video content - I long ago gave up cable) as escapism and the perfect way to unwind or chase away uncomfortable feelings, like loneliness.
For some time though, I've been aware of the brain rot it instead nourishes, particularly when you watch it alone. Like hordes of similar minded computer lovers, I fell for the multitasking lie and thought I could watch TV on one computer monitor while effectively working on another. That's crap. Now I suspect any task worth doing well, even casually surfing the Internet, suffers when you split your attention between it and the television.
A while ago, I borrowed a famous quote and postulated that TV is the opiate of the masses in the 21st century. A well-meaning friend countered and articulated what she believed to be the many virtues of entertaining and educational television content. However, she was arguing from the perspective of a mother and the context of typically, I presume, watching TV with at least one other person. I see value in communal television watching, but I'm rejecting the time wasting, productivity killing, spirit numbing, anti-social act of watching TV alone.
I was inspired while contemplating this decision by a blog post titled 29 life lessons by Benny the Irish Polyglot. "TV is the greatest black hole of time available to mankind," #11 on the list, spoke so precisely to what I was considering that I laughed like an inmate from Arkham Asylum for five minutes when I read it. The remainder of the post is worth reading, as well.
Benny is one of what I think of as a new class of writers rejecting tired, traditional ways of thinking in exchange for accomplishing really big things. I don't actually believe they're new, more that they're new to my old way of thinking which has already begun to fade as I've already been weaning myself off TV for the past month. I've felt my brain capacity grow as I've restricted the input of so many distracting, thoughtless voices.
Nine months ago, I changed my diet with the hope of losing some weight. I was reluctant to declare my plan, and I didn't hope or believe I could lose 100 pounds, but in six months I did just that, and it transformed everything, including my attitude and outlook. I often find myself thinking of the old me versus the new me. The new me isn't content to rest when there are so many other inspiring peaks within sight, and I'm very excited about what lies ahead.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
NaNoWriMo fail
November is for writers. If you write or, like me, have spent years convincing yourself you like to write, this was the month to test your mettle and discover whether you're all words or not. National Novel Writing Month, NaNoWriMo, is an international event which challenges aspiring writers to write 50,000 words (1,667 words a day) in November towards completing a novel.I've known about NaNo for years, but not until my friend and writer Tori Schindler started
This year, knowing I'm more interested in writing about my real world experiences than fiction, I decided to finally start writing about my experiences living and teaching in South Korea. Also, I caught the vision that NaNo is more about inspiring people to just write than about getting published and maybe famous.
My inspiration lasted for just a few days before I found excuses to avoid writing, but I took away a new idea for writing about Korea to last beyond November, and I'm pretty excited about it. Since I'm more comfortable and competent blogging, which amounts to writing in short bursts and sharing as you write, I will try to regularly record and post my Korean experiences online on the blog How I Love Corea.
NaNoWriMo fail then, really means NaNoWriMo success, I hope. The first Korea post about how I discovered comfortable food in a foreign city half way around the world is listed below.
American sandwiches | How I Love Corea
Monday, September 17, 2012
How I lost 100 pounds in six months
About seven months ago, my weight was approaching 290 pounds. Ugh. I'd actually hit 290 a year and a half earlier and managed to lose about 40 pounds following the hCG diet under the supervision of a local weight loss clinic, but while I saw pleasing results, it took a lot of willpower to follow and obviously didn't stick. Several months later, I tried the Atkins diet and saw moderate success but, as with hCG, my defenses eventually caved and the weight returned.
Understandably, I felt discouraged. I was tired of always feeling tired and fat, but I couldn't imagine giving up the poor eating habits which were causing me to gain weight. Such emotional dependence! Also, the idea of dieting and exercising was daunting. Who relishes the thought of a long road of deprivation and physical exhaustion with the dim hope you'll get thinner? I don't see any raised hands, so here's my story.
In passing one day, a friend mentioned she recently started using a weight loss product called Medifast. Founded in 1980, Medifast is a portion controlled meal replacement product (PCMR). It consists of bars, shakes, soups, oatmeal, chili, and even cookies, brownies, and pudding. Everything is ready to eat or comes in powder form, no refrigeration required. Five times a day at regular intervals you fuel up with one PCMR. The products taste good and are generally effective at staving off hunger. Additionally, once a day, you prepare your own meal which includes a portion of protein and a serving of vegetables. Eager to try something new, I asked a lot of questions and, upon researching it a bit, placed a two week order.
The two week order cost about $170, which seemed like a low risk way to try out the program. The first week, I lost eight pounds. I was encouraged, but I've learned from experience many diets deliver impressive results in the first weeks. As the second week progressed and I continued to lose weight, I placed a four week order (about $330) and committed to trying it out a little bit longer. By the end of the second week, I lost five more pounds.
By the time my second order arrived, I'd started reading Dr. A's Habits of Health
by Dr. Wayne Scott Andersen. Dr. Andersen is the medical director for Medifast, and his book puts PCMRs, like Medifast, in perspective as part of a larger approach to losing and maintaining a healthy weight and pursuing optimal health and longevity. It's not a quick read, and at times it felt a bit pedantic but, by the time I finally finished it seven weeks later, I concluded it is perhaps the best health related book I've ever read. I'm so convinced my success using Medifast is tied to reading and digesting Habits of Health, I predict poor results, if not failure, for those who try this program (called Take Shape for Life) without making a similar study of the book.
In my third and fourth weeks, I lost six pounds each week for a total of 25 pounds lost in one month! That may sound impressive, but I lost 32 pounds in a month on hCG. The difference this time is I wasn't going raving mad from hunger. In fact, after the first week when, frankly, the hunger pangs were rather strong, the hunger was relatively easy to manage. Spacing six meals a day means you're eating every two or three hours. Eating several times a day like this isn't unique to Medifast; many modern diets advocate such an approach, but what I found pleasing now was that the bars and shakes I was eating were satisfying and just enough to keep me going until the next fueling. As I settled into a pattern of losing five pounds my fifth and sixth weeks, I began fantasizing I could lose more than just the 50 or 60 pounds I originally aspired to lose.
I wasn't surprised to find that I felt low levels of energy the first few weeks of the diet. For longer than I care to admit, the quantity and quality of the food and soda I consumed day after day after day was a sharp contrast to this drastic new program I was following where each PCMR averages just over 100 calories! I was surprised, however, and pleased to read that not only does Dr. Andersen recommend not exercising the first few weeks of the program but that exercise is not even an integral part of the weight loss phase of the Take Shape for Life program. Mild exercise, such as walking and making conscientious decisions to take the stairs and simply move more often, is encouraged but not required to lose weight. So, while I have become more active over the course of using Medifast to lose weight, I do not attribute any of my weight loss to exercising but instead to simply dieting. Chew on that.
By the end of the second month, I'd lost a total of 43 pounds, and I set a goal to lose 100 pounds. I still wasn't sure I could do it, but I was nearly done reading Habits of Health, and in addition to easily losing the weight, I felt bigger, fundamental changes occurring within. My attitude was shifting upward in both subtle and significant ways. I felt happier, more peaceful, more forgiving, and everything around me started coming into focus for the first time in nearly 20 years.
At first and for a long time, I attributed this lifting of the fog to the absence of excess sugar in my diet. Eliminating soda, sweets, and fried and fast food was bound to be beneficial, but I never imagined the emotional and spiritual benefits that came with the increased levels of energy I felt as I started my third month. 100 pounds later, I'm certain eliminating sugar, particularly high fructose corn syrup, contributed to my elevated mood and outlook, but I also believe the simple whole foods I've been eating deserve credit for transforming my attitude.
The weight loss slowed a bit by the end of the third month, but I always averaged a loss of two - five pounds per week for a total weight loss of 57 pounds. While the lean and green meal each day (the protein and vegetable portions you prepare) allows for steamed vegetables like asparagus, I settled into preparing a salad every day. Prior experience taught me how to prepare separate containers of salad vegetables and lettuce greens ahead of time. I learned to assemble a salad in three minutes each morning and take it on the go, if necessary. I even learned to appreciate the flavor of low fat dressings (use a shaker bowl to coat everything in dressing!).
For the lean portion of my meal, I settled into rotating chicken and fish each day. (The individually frozen portions of chicken breast, salmon, and tilapia at Costco are practically the perfect serving size and extremely tasty when broiled in a toaster oven.) My rate of weight loss increased a bit the fourth month, and I concluded it with a total loss of 74 pounds.
My goal of losing 100 pounds was in sight, and by now, I was determined to reach it. That I had the potential for such determination in me was remarkable. I long ago abandoned pursuing real goals as a strategy for achieving happiness and consigned myself to a lazy, mediocre existence. I could blame my sloth on food, but that could easily devolve into a chicken-egg argument: did my crappy diet lead to feeling lousy and hopeless, or did such feelings lead me to make consistently poor food choices?
Regardless, now I found myself spiraling upward for a change, and it felt great, life changing great. That others were taking notice only made it better. The most thoughtful feedback I received came from a friend who texted, "I am excited that you are reaching your goals. I see you have incredible focus that I had not known before."
When I started this diet, I was wearing 3XL tee shirts, my neck was 19.5" big, and my pant size was 48". As I've gotten bigger over the years, I was reluctant to buy bigger sizes, and I convinced myself it was temporary by hoarding my smaller clothes. Now, as I was shrinking in size, it was quite satisfying to cast off my too large clothing in exchange for my old 2XL, then XL shirts, for example. I made regular donations to the thrift store as I replaced the big clothes in my closet with smaller shirts and pants from storage. By the end of the fifth month, I was wearing XL tee shirts, 16.5" neck dress shirts, and 36" waist pants, and I'd lost 87 pounds, putting me at 200 pounds for the first time in 22 years!
Like any diet, a person can use Medifast and follow Take Shape for Life strictly or not. Believing there was some mystical, chemical, magic going on in my body that would be interrupted and ruined if I so much as ate an M&M, I never once ate anything prohibited by the program. Once I started losing weight, I didn't want to stop until I reached my target weight. I drank lots of water throughout each day, and weighed myself just once a week. I occasionally curbed my appetite with diet soda (bless you, Coke Zero), but Habits of Health doesn't forbid it, and I always stretched a 20oz. bottle over two or three days.
My sixth month ended last week, and I was ecstatic when I weighed myself and the scale read 187 pounds. That's exactly 100 pounds lost! As happy as that makes me, I don't feel the euphoria I thought I'd feel if I ever won this weight loss lottery. Instead, my happiness was spread out over the course of the journey as I felt great, hopeful, and new nearly every day.
I've often heard people suggest you should reward yourself for reaching certain milestones as you diet, but I never did because the reward was inherent in the way I felt along the way. I only chose to splurge on the day the scale read 100 lost by eating a double portion of fish for lunch. Delicious!
I'm still following the program and expect to reach my target weight in another month. Then, I expect to spend 3-4 months transitioning off Medifast and back to normal, healthier food and a sustainable daily calorie intake, but, I wonder, will I be able to maintain my new weight over several years and longer?
I own two belts, one black, one brown. Though my wardrobe is all "new" now, I've used these same belts for several years. Every two or three weeks over the past six months, I'd drill another hole in each belt to accommodate my smaller waist. It's a nice reminder of what used to be and that I don't want to go back. The end of each belt now reaches half way around my back. Perhaps when I reach my target weight, I'll retire them. Then I’ll look forward to conquering my next, formerly impossible mountain.
Understandably, I felt discouraged. I was tired of always feeling tired and fat, but I couldn't imagine giving up the poor eating habits which were causing me to gain weight. Such emotional dependence! Also, the idea of dieting and exercising was daunting. Who relishes the thought of a long road of deprivation and physical exhaustion with the dim hope you'll get thinner? I don't see any raised hands, so here's my story.
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| Two days before the diet |
The two week order cost about $170, which seemed like a low risk way to try out the program. The first week, I lost eight pounds. I was encouraged, but I've learned from experience many diets deliver impressive results in the first weeks. As the second week progressed and I continued to lose weight, I placed a four week order (about $330) and committed to trying it out a little bit longer. By the end of the second week, I lost five more pounds.
By the time my second order arrived, I'd started reading Dr. A's Habits of Health
by Dr. Wayne Scott Andersen. Dr. Andersen is the medical director for Medifast, and his book puts PCMRs, like Medifast, in perspective as part of a larger approach to losing and maintaining a healthy weight and pursuing optimal health and longevity. It's not a quick read, and at times it felt a bit pedantic but, by the time I finally finished it seven weeks later, I concluded it is perhaps the best health related book I've ever read. I'm so convinced my success using Medifast is tied to reading and digesting Habits of Health, I predict poor results, if not failure, for those who try this program (called Take Shape for Life) without making a similar study of the book.In my third and fourth weeks, I lost six pounds each week for a total of 25 pounds lost in one month! That may sound impressive, but I lost 32 pounds in a month on hCG. The difference this time is I wasn't going raving mad from hunger. In fact, after the first week when, frankly, the hunger pangs were rather strong, the hunger was relatively easy to manage. Spacing six meals a day means you're eating every two or three hours. Eating several times a day like this isn't unique to Medifast; many modern diets advocate such an approach, but what I found pleasing now was that the bars and shakes I was eating were satisfying and just enough to keep me going until the next fueling. As I settled into a pattern of losing five pounds my fifth and sixth weeks, I began fantasizing I could lose more than just the 50 or 60 pounds I originally aspired to lose.
I wasn't surprised to find that I felt low levels of energy the first few weeks of the diet. For longer than I care to admit, the quantity and quality of the food and soda I consumed day after day after day was a sharp contrast to this drastic new program I was following where each PCMR averages just over 100 calories! I was surprised, however, and pleased to read that not only does Dr. Andersen recommend not exercising the first few weeks of the program but that exercise is not even an integral part of the weight loss phase of the Take Shape for Life program. Mild exercise, such as walking and making conscientious decisions to take the stairs and simply move more often, is encouraged but not required to lose weight. So, while I have become more active over the course of using Medifast to lose weight, I do not attribute any of my weight loss to exercising but instead to simply dieting. Chew on that.
By the end of the second month, I'd lost a total of 43 pounds, and I set a goal to lose 100 pounds. I still wasn't sure I could do it, but I was nearly done reading Habits of Health
, and in addition to easily losing the weight, I felt bigger, fundamental changes occurring within. My attitude was shifting upward in both subtle and significant ways. I felt happier, more peaceful, more forgiving, and everything around me started coming into focus for the first time in nearly 20 years.At first and for a long time, I attributed this lifting of the fog to the absence of excess sugar in my diet. Eliminating soda, sweets, and fried and fast food was bound to be beneficial, but I never imagined the emotional and spiritual benefits that came with the increased levels of energy I felt as I started my third month. 100 pounds later, I'm certain eliminating sugar, particularly high fructose corn syrup, contributed to my elevated mood and outlook, but I also believe the simple whole foods I've been eating deserve credit for transforming my attitude.
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| 3rd month |
For the lean portion of my meal, I settled into rotating chicken and fish each day. (The individually frozen portions of chicken breast, salmon, and tilapia at Costco are practically the perfect serving size and extremely tasty when broiled in a toaster oven.) My rate of weight loss increased a bit the fourth month, and I concluded it with a total loss of 74 pounds.
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| 4th month |
Regardless, now I found myself spiraling upward for a change, and it felt great, life changing great. That others were taking notice only made it better. The most thoughtful feedback I received came from a friend who texted, "I am excited that you are reaching your goals. I see you have incredible focus that I had not known before."
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| 5th month |
Like any diet, a person can use Medifast and follow Take Shape for Life strictly or not. Believing there was some mystical, chemical, magic going on in my body that would be interrupted and ruined if I so much as ate an M&M, I never once ate anything prohibited by the program. Once I started losing weight, I didn't want to stop until I reached my target weight. I drank lots of water throughout each day, and weighed myself just once a week. I occasionally curbed my appetite with diet soda (bless you, Coke Zero), but Habits of Health doesn't forbid it, and I always stretched a 20oz. bottle over two or three days.
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| Lost: one 14 year old girl |
I've often heard people suggest you should reward yourself for reaching certain milestones as you diet, but I never did because the reward was inherent in the way I felt along the way. I only chose to splurge on the day the scale read 100 lost by eating a double portion of fish for lunch. Delicious!
I'm still following the program and expect to reach my target weight in another month. Then, I expect to spend 3-4 months transitioning off Medifast and back to normal, healthier food and a sustainable daily calorie intake, but, I wonder, will I be able to maintain my new weight over several years and longer?
I own two belts, one black, one brown. Though my wardrobe is all "new" now, I've used these same belts for several years. Every two or three weeks over the past six months, I'd drill another hole in each belt to accommodate my smaller waist. It's a nice reminder of what used to be and that I don't want to go back. The end of each belt now reaches half way around my back. Perhaps when I reach my target weight, I'll retire them. Then I’ll look forward to conquering my next, formerly impossible mountain.
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| 6th month and counting (and wearing a long belt)! |
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
The agent of change is your mind
Surely I'm a babe in the woods here but the idea that your mind has the power to determine your success over that of your body struck me like a bolt of lightning the moment I woke this morning. Now my brain is scrambling in a dozen directions to understand the implications of what I think is a revolutionary concept, if for no one else but me. The taste of this revelation is sweet and promising, and I hope I can find a way to nurture it into something I can use.
Before I shut off my reading lamp and went to sleep last night, I perused a few pages of a book I'd previously read, Champions Body-for-Life by Art Carey. It's a transformational diet and exercise guide I loosely followed nine years ago, and as I've recently experienced a dramatic loss of weight by following another program, I've been thinking about my plan to exercise, tone up, and get more active once I reach my target weight in a couple months.
In chapter 3, titled Think Like a Champion, I read:
As my aha moment continues to blossom, I doubt this idea of the mind leading the body is limited to such grand, euphoric moments as when one crosses the finishing line. I can think of a thousand smaller instances where I've historically allowed my body to determine my actions rather than choosing a course consistent with my values. "I don't feel like making my bed this morning because I'm still too tired." "I know this food is unhealthy, but I'm in foul mood, and I need it to relax." "Going for a run requires too much energy." The list goes on.
Like most people, I suppose, my goals and aspirations often leave me feeling overwhelmed and helpless at all the things I think I need to change in my life. It's just too easy to frequently conclude, "I can't." Of course the poison of this thought to you is that it relieves you of your responsibility and creates a false sense of peace. "Yep, I can't do it, so, end of discussion." How much more powerful would we be if we could rid ourselves of such fatalism?
I've recently started to accept that I'm a slow learner, so I'm certain my ramblings here are sophomoric and incomplete at best. At least I can claim this revelation isn't completely new to me. Exactly one year ago, I was faced with the task of packing my things and preparing to return home from a year of teaching in South Korea. It sounds like a simple proposal, but I was overwhelmed by the scope and volume of what I had to do to get to the point of walking on a plane with a carry on and a laptop bag, even four weeks out.
My saving grace was a mantra that came to my mind which I repeated endlessly in my head as I went about the tasks of doing, cleaning, packing, shipping, discarding, and planning a hundred thousand things, plus saying my good-byes: create it with your mind, create it with your mind, create it with your mind. Over and over it cycled through my mind as I worked. It inspired me to visualize the end result of my current task and then make it happen. In significant ways, once I'd determined what I wanted and that I actually wanted it, the work was done. My body was the servant of my mind, and I made it on that plane with my sanity intact seemingly as though by magic.
For a while I was able to continue to draw on that mantra, but its efficacy has faded as my attention has been distracted. My body transformation over the past four months has renewed my belief in my ability to do what I once thought impossible, and it's clear it started in my mind, and it continues to be driven by my mind. As I near another major point of transition, I'm excited and hopeful for the possibility of an even greater transformation.
Before I shut off my reading lamp and went to sleep last night, I perused a few pages of a book I'd previously read, Champions Body-for-Life by Art Carey. It's a transformational diet and exercise guide I loosely followed nine years ago, and as I've recently experienced a dramatic loss of weight by following another program, I've been thinking about my plan to exercise, tone up, and get more active once I reach my target weight in a couple months.
In chapter 3, titled Think Like a Champion, I read:
Body-for-LIFE is a catchy title, but it's also a misnomer. It's time for us to come clean: It's not about your body; it's about your mind. The Challenge is really a test of your mental toughness and psychological fortitude. In the end, your body will change, but the agent of change is your mind.
Your mind expresses itself through the body, which is capable of the awesome and miraculous when fueled by belief. Your new outer muscle is a token of inner muscle. Your splendid physique is a trophy signifying willpower, determination, persistence, tenacity - in short, strength of character.A later passage suggests that physical talent and skill matter less than the mental toughness and psychological stamina athletes possess when competing with one another. Immediately, I thought of my friend Deby who recently completed a sprint triathlon with her teenage son. Although a sprint triathlon is an abbreviated version of the real thing, I have no doubt the 3 mile run, 11 mile bike, and 350 yard swim required a measure of mental determination alongside the physical stamina Deby developed in training. A lapsed but newly aspiring runner myself, I admire and aspire to be such an example of physical and mental discipline.
As my aha moment continues to blossom, I doubt this idea of the mind leading the body is limited to such grand, euphoric moments as when one crosses the finishing line. I can think of a thousand smaller instances where I've historically allowed my body to determine my actions rather than choosing a course consistent with my values. "I don't feel like making my bed this morning because I'm still too tired." "I know this food is unhealthy, but I'm in foul mood, and I need it to relax." "Going for a run requires too much energy." The list goes on.
Like most people, I suppose, my goals and aspirations often leave me feeling overwhelmed and helpless at all the things I think I need to change in my life. It's just too easy to frequently conclude, "I can't." Of course the poison of this thought to you is that it relieves you of your responsibility and creates a false sense of peace. "Yep, I can't do it, so, end of discussion." How much more powerful would we be if we could rid ourselves of such fatalism?
I've recently started to accept that I'm a slow learner, so I'm certain my ramblings here are sophomoric and incomplete at best. At least I can claim this revelation isn't completely new to me. Exactly one year ago, I was faced with the task of packing my things and preparing to return home from a year of teaching in South Korea. It sounds like a simple proposal, but I was overwhelmed by the scope and volume of what I had to do to get to the point of walking on a plane with a carry on and a laptop bag, even four weeks out.
My saving grace was a mantra that came to my mind which I repeated endlessly in my head as I went about the tasks of doing, cleaning, packing, shipping, discarding, and planning a hundred thousand things, plus saying my good-byes: create it with your mind, create it with your mind, create it with your mind. Over and over it cycled through my mind as I worked. It inspired me to visualize the end result of my current task and then make it happen. In significant ways, once I'd determined what I wanted and that I actually wanted it, the work was done. My body was the servant of my mind, and I made it on that plane with my sanity intact seemingly as though by magic.
For a while I was able to continue to draw on that mantra, but its efficacy has faded as my attention has been distracted. My body transformation over the past four months has renewed my belief in my ability to do what I once thought impossible, and it's clear it started in my mind, and it continues to be driven by my mind. As I near another major point of transition, I'm excited and hopeful for the possibility of an even greater transformation.
Sunday, July 03, 2011
Writing, writing, writing
I studied English in college because I like to read. It's that simple. When you study English in college, people frequently assume you want to be a teacher. They ask clever questions like, "Do you want to be a teacher?" I did not want to be a teacher; I just liked to read. Now I'm a teacher (of more than nine years), and it is very fulfilling.
When you study English in college, you get to write. A lot. I didn't mind because I wanted to improve my writing skills. While most of my papers were probably mediocre, I enjoyed writing enough to accept an offer for a part-time job as a technical writer during my senior year (Thanks, Scott!), and I continued at it for a year after college. I think I was a decent writer, but it gave me no great pleasure, and I never aspired to write more than what was required.
Quantum leap 15 years forward (Make the sound, Doug.), and writing has become one of the most satisfying things I do. I enjoy searching for the perfect combination of words and sentences to capture what I am thinking and feeling. I like grammar and the mechanics of constructing sentences and paragraphs. And I love reading my final product; in fact, I usually read and reread what I've written more than a dozen times simply for the pleasure of reading something I constructed (and to check for mistakes - I detest mistakes!). Also, since I discovered a super simple method to teach it (Thanks, Jill!), I really like teaching writing to my elementary school student. It is all very satisfying.
The problem is, for someone who claims to like the process and end product so much, writing isn't an easy, carefree process, especially when I'm not inspired, so I don't do it very often. Also, out of all the different types of writing, I don't write fiction because it's difficult and intimidating (witness my spectacular failure at last year's NaNoWriMo) because there are simply too many variables and choices that are totally up to me to decide. What is right? My reticence notwithstanding, I would love to add the ability to write fiction to my set of skills. What is a writer to do?
The answer came recently when a friend asked me to write a story just for her. In a couple sentences, she framed the parameters of the story by identifying the characters and the story ending, leaving the genre, content, and setting up to me. I thought on it for a week or so, then after a spark of inspiration came, I laid on my bed with my laptop one Saturday afternoon and in several hours pounded out a 5,000 word short story, and I liked it.
I could enumerate all the ways it was a rewarding experience, but I'd rather just state two happy discoveries.
If you are interested in your own short story, and you're game to overlook my shortcomings, complete the following two steps:
When you study English in college, you get to write. A lot. I didn't mind because I wanted to improve my writing skills. While most of my papers were probably mediocre, I enjoyed writing enough to accept an offer for a part-time job as a technical writer during my senior year (Thanks, Scott!), and I continued at it for a year after college. I think I was a decent writer, but it gave me no great pleasure, and I never aspired to write more than what was required.
Quantum leap 15 years forward (Make the sound, Doug.), and writing has become one of the most satisfying things I do. I enjoy searching for the perfect combination of words and sentences to capture what I am thinking and feeling. I like grammar and the mechanics of constructing sentences and paragraphs. And I love reading my final product; in fact, I usually read and reread what I've written more than a dozen times simply for the pleasure of reading something I constructed (and to check for mistakes - I detest mistakes!). Also, since I discovered a super simple method to teach it (Thanks, Jill!), I really like teaching writing to my elementary school student. It is all very satisfying. The problem is, for someone who claims to like the process and end product so much, writing isn't an easy, carefree process, especially when I'm not inspired, so I don't do it very often. Also, out of all the different types of writing, I don't write fiction because it's difficult and intimidating (witness my spectacular failure at last year's NaNoWriMo) because there are simply too many variables and choices that are totally up to me to decide. What is right? My reticence notwithstanding, I would love to add the ability to write fiction to my set of skills. What is a writer to do?
The answer came recently when a friend asked me to write a story just for her. In a couple sentences, she framed the parameters of the story by identifying the characters and the story ending, leaving the genre, content, and setting up to me. I thought on it for a week or so, then after a spark of inspiration came, I laid on my bed with my laptop one Saturday afternoon and in several hours pounded out a 5,000 word short story, and I liked it.
I could enumerate all the ways it was a rewarding experience, but I'd rather just state two happy discoveries.
- I found my fiction writing groove, and suddenly I believe I can do all the unique parts of fiction I previously doubted I could do.
- Writing for someone else, at their request, was the key to quashing my fear and prior inability to write because it narrowed my focus by removing some of the thousand decisions you have to make when you write, and I had a patron (instead of just passive readers) who would specifically approve or disapprove what I wrote.
If you are interested in your own short story, and you're game to overlook my shortcomings, complete the following two steps:
- Email me or post online a unique picture of you and me (or at least me - because I'm just that vain). Unique means I probably don't already have a digital copy of it, and the older, the better.
- Choose two characters (they don't have to have names) and a story start or ending, and send them to me in an email.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Your turn, my turn
As the weather has turned so spring and pleasant (unlike still snow plagued Utah), I spent an afternoon studying Korean and visiting with friends in the small neighborhood park around the corner from my apartment. Like parks at home, this one had a pair of swings, a few sets of monkey bars, benches, several seesaws, a slide, and a merry-go-round. A few hours passed and the park grew busy with a dozen or so elementary age children. After watching a couple children trying to turn their friends on the merry-go-round, I thought it was time to be a hero. I excused myself from chatting with my friend and told the kids to all hop on while I gave them a spin.
We may have had a language barrier, but they immediately understood. Looks like fun, huh? This ride was old and in need of some oil, so it didn't go as fast as I've liked, but their screams of delight and the looks on their faces told me they were having fun.
Of course, after I turned them, it was time for me to have some fun. I ordered them all off the merry-go-round and told them it was my turn. Language differences aside, they understood again and made a valiant effort to turn me for a minute or two. It was pretty cute.
And that's how I spent my Sunday afternoon.
We may have had a language barrier, but they immediately understood. Looks like fun, huh? This ride was old and in need of some oil, so it didn't go as fast as I've liked, but their screams of delight and the looks on their faces told me they were having fun.
Of course, after I turned them, it was time for me to have some fun. I ordered them all off the merry-go-round and told them it was my turn. Language differences aside, they understood again and made a valiant effort to turn me for a minute or two. It was pretty cute.
And that's how I spent my Sunday afternoon.
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Tablet goodness spotted in the wild
Tonight on a short subway ride in Seoul, I spotted two lasses engrossed in their own toys and couldn't help but stare and stare, a habit I try to avoid because I don't care for all the stares I usually get myself as a big, bearded non-Korean. The gal on the left is playing a game on what I originally suspected to be a 7 inch Galaxy Tab, while the gal on the right was watching a movie or perhaps, more likely, a Korean drama, on a larger device I could not place (don't believe it was an iPad).
Beyond the drooling the devices in the wild induced, I was struck that they were being used by two young women - OK, two, young, attractive women - not who you typically picture as the early adopter types.
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
My favorite new digital tool
While I typically reserve this blog for posts of an exploratory nature, I want to plug my new favorite digital tool: Dropbox. Dropbox is a file hosting service which allows you to store your files online and synchronize them across computers. Basic accounts come with 2GB free storage.
I have two computers in separate locations at my current job, one in my classroom and one in the communal teachers' room. Where other teachers shuffle documents and PowerPoint presentations between their computers with USB flash drives, files saved in my Dropbox folder on one machine are 1. automatically backed up online and 2. automatically appear in my Dropbox folder on my other machine. It's terribly convenient.
It's also useful to work on things at home without the worry of remembering to copy and transfer them with a flash drive.
Often, I find myself working at other computers which don't have my Dropbox folder installed. No problem. I go to the Dropbox website, access my account, and I have access to all my synchronized files. Cool, huh?
I've persuaded two coworkers to start using Dropbox, and like me, they've become pretty vocal about how much they like it. If you use it to backup some of your important files (2GB is nice, but hardly enough for everything these days), I suspect you'll like it, too.
Disclosure: if you click Dropbox here and you create and an account and download the Dropbox folder utility, you'll get 2GB free storage plus 250MB additional storage, and I'll benefit with an additional 250 MB, too, and I will love you more than I already do. Or, just go to www.dropbox.com and follow your own path.
Whatever you do, I'd love to hear what sort of digital tools get you excited.
I have two computers in separate locations at my current job, one in my classroom and one in the communal teachers' room. Where other teachers shuffle documents and PowerPoint presentations between their computers with USB flash drives, files saved in my Dropbox folder on one machine are 1. automatically backed up online and 2. automatically appear in my Dropbox folder on my other machine. It's terribly convenient.
It's also useful to work on things at home without the worry of remembering to copy and transfer them with a flash drive.
Often, I find myself working at other computers which don't have my Dropbox folder installed. No problem. I go to the Dropbox website, access my account, and I have access to all my synchronized files. Cool, huh?
I've persuaded two coworkers to start using Dropbox, and like me, they've become pretty vocal about how much they like it. If you use it to backup some of your important files (2GB is nice, but hardly enough for everything these days), I suspect you'll like it, too.
Disclosure: if you click Dropbox here and you create and an account and download the Dropbox folder utility, you'll get 2GB free storage plus 250MB additional storage, and I'll benefit with an additional 250 MB, too, and I will love you more than I already do. Or, just go to www.dropbox.com and follow your own path.
Whatever you do, I'd love to hear what sort of digital tools get you excited.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Sunday afternoon snowfall
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