I am becoming lazier and lazier by the second. I crave it. I need it; it is insatiable. Also, epitome of laziness: not wanting to walk approximately 300 ft to go to class. Right now, I’m in the Blocker Open Access Lab, and I have a class in Blocker 126 at 11:30 (it’s just MATLAB), and I am too lazy to motivate myself to get up. Now that’s just sad. I think I will just go a little late to it. We have a test on Thursday in that class, so the only thing that we’re going to be doing is a test review. I have already studied a lot for that test, and I think I’m calculused out. Granted, I’m going to go, but I will just arrive fashionably late. Everyone needs some rest and relaxation once in a while, even if it is only 10 mintues. Heck, that’s all the time in the world that I have.
Lately, I have had a growing desire for the written word. It seems that I can not get enough. For example, most people watch TV, listen to music, or play video games for their little down time, but I feel pulled towards the written word, and in particular poetry. I read it online all the time, and I have to make myself stop because it causes lack of productivity. If any of you people who read this has any suggestions about good poems, whether that be your favorite, most thought provoking, most eloquent, etc.., just comment, and it will be greatly appreciated. My favorite poet right now is Walt Whitman because he writes with a unique eloquence and evokes simplicity.
I have also lately been composing my own. Sometimes, I get fairly bored in most of my easy classes, and I start to write just anything that I’m thinking about. Sometimes, it may be random, but others, it is serious and deep. I don’t usually share my real ones with people, in fact, I don’t think that I ever have but, I don’t mind at all showing people my funny ones, such as the poem I wrote about biology lab class or the guy in our chemistry class who acts really dumb. It was fun. If you know any mechanics, you will get this line, “How can he be such a third derivative, that he can’t understand something so primative?” (Third derivate is with respect to velocity).
I I like to journal because it relaxes me, and it gives me a time to escape. later, gators
Posted by Courtney at March 3, 2004 11:35 AMWalt Whitman is great. There is a musical called "Working" which uses some of Whitman's poetry for songs and inspiration.
"I hear America Singing".
As for me....a sonnet can soother or inspire.
I would suggest reading Elizabeth poetry written when she was in high school. You would enjoy them. I may have them at home and when you come home I'll share. Unless Elizabeth has any objections....
Posted by: Kathleen on March 3, 2004 02:26 PMI got it! I got it!
The 1st derivative of a function of position is velocity, the 2nd is acceleration, and the 3rd is called "jerk".
Posted by: Uncle Pat on March 3, 2004 02:27 PMI'm so impressed that someone got it, but of course it would have to be a physics/mathematics major :)! And I actually meant to type "position" instead of "velocity." My friends and I have that as a little inside joke. We think it's a nicer way to say things.
Posted by: Courtney on March 3, 2004 03:05 PMHopefully you also meant to type "primitive" instead of "primative". Unless that too is a play on words with which I am unfamiliar . . .
Kathleen, that would be fine. I'm curious which ones you have?
Courtney, I found that I enjoyed e.e. cummings quite a lot. Some of his turns of phrase are quite beautiful, and he also has a strong appreciation for the human body. I also like what I have read of Robert Frost and W.B. Yates, which is not admittedly not much; I cannot stand Emily Dickinson.
Here is a short e.e. cummings poem in a book that I came across when in college myself:
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile.