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Free Writing exercise, Little Doggie.

The Little Dog

Staring up in pure desperation, I drooped my head and stared up at her. That bowl of chicken is mine. The smell has is permanently lodged in my nose, I won’t ever get it out until I eat that chicken. If only I were a taller dog, like a great dane could I eat whatever I wanted whenever I wanted, and smell it all forever! What else is there really? Oh, but I love my owner, she’s pretty and smells nice, and, but I really want that chicken and maybe I am starting to dislike her, but no she is so sweet and pretty. Standing up on my hind legs my nose barely reached the hand that was holding the food, with a small pout I fell back down and continued my ferocious glare of hunger. Yes, this will work eventually. I licked her legs, I turned around, and rolled over, but eating, eating, eating, is all she did. Then she put the bowl down. In frantic desperation I lunged at a chance to at least lick the last smear in the bottom, and then she walked away.

I was on her heels in an instant, continueing my mean glare she would eventually succumb to. I know, this is has worked before, but I just can’t remember, because that smell is just permeating my head. I will become the chicken at this rate. I can taste it even still. Then the bowl was on the counter… yes the unreachable, forever out of my grasps, that damned top of the counter. What dog could ever be that big? Oh yes, the great dane, but no not me, not a little… thing! Then the cat walked up behind me and said, “mew, mew, mew…. Mew, mew, mew.”

“Oh hello sweet heart, want a treat?” And she gave the cat treats! What about me!!! What about me!!! The cat ate her tasty treats and proceeded to jump on the counter, and stuck her disgusting head in My bowl. That was it. I had been concentrating on this bowl for nearly three walks long. She jumped down and my mouth just went and took a clear chunk out of her tail. The cat disappeared after that annoying screech, stupid animal. Then, there she was.

She stood over me with that enthralling presence, and all of sudden I could do nothing but shrink down to the ground with her finger in my face. I am a bad, bad dog. I lurked closer to the ground feeling that my whole existence was useless, lazy, fat, hungry, and nothing.

Some time later… I’m not sure when I went outside because I had to go. After we got in she looked down at me again and said “Good dog, here’s a treat!”

A treat!!! I ate it and it made me so happy. Then she wanted to curl up with me. I snuggled with her and fell asleep. What happened earlier that made me so mad?

This is another blog that me and my team mates from my senior capstone are doing. It will keep track of our grant writing experience with a non-profit called WISDOM/DOS, which I am very excited about! Yay.

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This is our official first post! My name is Jenny, and if you are reading this, you support the wellness of the Native American communities, especially those within the metro area of Portland, Oregon. We are 5 women in pursuit of a grant to help our local Native American community to obtain funding for the betterment of their/our community. I (Jenny) will be the main writer in this blog, but the information will come from four other women with unique contributions of their own and maybe sometimes their creative inspiration will take over and they’ll write as well! If you do not know much about this rich culture, the organization we chose to help is called Discovering Our Story, and their website is full of history and their many missions they’ve taken on for their people.   www.discoveringourstory.org 

Now that our process is successfully moving forward, I will be glad to share our process, thoughts and feelings, and whatever we learn that is worth sharing…

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The Footprint of the Bottle of Water you had to Have for Your Convenience.

I’m on a roll this week with my blog. It’s helping me procrastinate this awful assignment due tomorrow night in my technical writing class, eek!

I recently read an article by Monica Ellis, the CEO of Global Water Challenge (GWC). The link is below.

http://www.mnn.com/food/beverages/sponsor/in-the-age-of-water-companies-have-a-leading-role-to-play-in-water-security

Now, this isn’t the first I have heard of this problem. I have also read, Maude Barlow‘s Blue Covenant: The Global Water Crisis and the Coming Battle for the Right to Water. The world is treating our last few drinkable water resources as if they are commodities to capitalize. Major corporations are sucking away water from natural resources faster than it can be replenished for the simple fact that they have the money to buy it up and then resell it. So let’s put this in simpler terms so that people who are unaware of this can understand what this will mean to them in the future if it is not effecting them already.

Yes, water is reusable, but the resources around us, like the great lakes or springs in our Oregon mountains are literally being sucked out faster than rain can put it back. Plus we are also using most of our rain water to sustain people, not these resources. They are shrinking. The signs are just being swept under the rug. Wild fires in Cali, an extended drought in Texas, I believe t this day. Arizona is importing all their water for pete sakes! I know I’m preaching now, but people don’t just know this automatically and the information isn’t being pushed like it should be in the media. So I thought I’d promote awareness. I hope this opens even just a few eyes. That would make me happy. 🙂

Mrs. Dalloway’s, Lily Everit verses the World

Cover of "Mrs. Dalloway"

Cover of Mrs. Dalloway

Mrs. Dalloway’s Party: “The Introduction”

            We as readers are desperate for words with substance to perk up our idle minds. Virginia Woolf’s grasp on human train of thought is eerily realistic and fantastically done with her literary excellence. The voice is strong throughout the short stories that take us spiraling through the party within Mrs. Dalloway’s walls, inviting us into the mind of Woolf and her true feelings on the female oppression of her time. In particular, “The Introduction featuring the mind of Lily Everit and what seems to be the most horrific incident that has ever happened to her; to the rest of the party it’s a suitable introduction for a possible marriage. The following will attempt to convey how Woolf uses Lily’s frame of mind to enlighten the reader of the unfair culture a woman must live in and endure with wide eyes and a curved mouth.

Lily Everit, like Woolf is a writer and like many women takes an overly modest manner on her work. She frets feverishly over an essay her professor has dubbed “first rate,” but regardless of the compliment, the essay, and her choice to write essays over poetry begin to wear her confidence down progressively as Mrs. Dalloway leads her to a suitable bachelor, Bob Brinsley. Mr. Brinsley, a “direct descendent from Shakespeare” has Lily in a frenzy of worry (Woolf 31-37). The thoughts conveyed from Lily portray a young woman with an independent mind forced to hide her true nature inside her “chrysalis.” The delicate mold of the young lady she knows she ought to be is grieving work for her. In the following passage Lily manages to keep her lady like façade in tact as she approaches Mr. Brinsley.

“Perhaps that was the thing that came out, that remained, it was part of the dress, and all the little chivalries and respects of the drawing room; all made her feel that she had come out of her chrysalis and was being proclaimed what in the long comfortable darkness of childhood she had never been—this frail and beautiful creature, this limited and circumscribed creature who could not do what she liked, this butterfly with a thousand facets to its eyes, and delicate fine plumage, and difficulties and sensibilities and sadnesses innumerable: a woman.” (Woolf 33)

Lily has just entered womanhood, and could potentially marry quite soon after this very incident at Mrs. Dalloway’s party. It is not only her attempt to be what a woman should be, but it is the stress she associates with being one, all of which have contributed to the dreadfulness of meeting a potential suitor in order to marry. Lily as a writer knows she cannot fit the mold of this beautiful “butterfly” she is to become in order to be a woman—a wife—a “limited” creature. Her struggle to embrace her fate is consuming, and emotionally strenuous.

As Lily approaches Brinsely she begins to frantically rationalize how very unlike a woman she is, and reduces herself to the form of a fly verses the delicate butterfly. Brinsely, who Lily describes as an arrogant man ready to pounce on her and her work because of his link to Shakespeare, his higher education, and superiority has put her under his foot. The “fly” with no wings that Brinsely is silently ripping apart with his air of entitlement has Lily in a fright. She quickly inverts her natural self by “smothering down softly her sharp instinct” in order to please him, but it is clear her nerves have overtaken her (Woolf 35). She begins to watch him, in his “perfect” glory, rip the wings off of flies.

The fly metaphor may be that he is cruel to women who do not live up to the standards of his society, standards that oppress women and whittle them down to mere servants with meager lives. “But he talked; but he looked; but he laughed; he tore the wings off a fly” (Woolf 36). The words of a woman whose mind is in it’s own nightmare playing out right in front of her because of the simple fact that she see’s the iniquitousness of it all. All, meaning not only Mrs. Dalloway’s party, but of her existence, there for him to do as he like with it; she helpless to stop it with marriage as the main means of survival for a woman.

As the unfairness of her discovery descends to acceptance she ponders “that there are no sanctuaries, or butterflies, and this civilization, said Lily Everit to herself, as she accepted the kind compliments of old Mrs. Bromley on her appearance, depends upon me” (Woolf 37).

Lily Everit from that day forward will go on with her life, with an understanding that her life this way because she complies to it, and until others are willing to admit they feel as she does, she must go on with “the weight of the world upon her shoulders” (Woolf 37). One woman cannot fight alone, but as we already know, she won’t feel alone for much longer.

The Short Stories surrounding Mrs. Dalloway’s party by Virginia Woolf can be interpreted in many directions. I as a woman and feminist will never forget the story of Lily Everit and the few minutes that formed her opinion of her own society forever. I like to think she went on and married for love and not security, and the man she married treated her as an intellectual equal and they grew old and died together. The thought of Lily genuinely happy is a fixed image in my mind. It took Woolf seven pages to completely captivate me with her work. Woolf in my opinion holds women in her mind as magnificent beings capable of anything—I agree. Lily Everit’s story is a superb example of this.

Sources:

Prose, Francine and Virginia Woolf. The Mrs. Dalloway Reader. United States: Harcourt, 2003. Print.

Looking for a Good RPG/action RPG game.

I’ve been on a googling spree for a new PS3 game. I’ve watched dozens of videos to try to figure out which RPG for the PS3 I’m going to spend my money on next. I’ve been aching for a new game to sink my gaming thumbs into. I want Final Fantasy XIII, but I don’t wanna drop $50 yet. I’m looking for something cheap and worth the money. I’ve come across a few and I’d love input! I recently beat Eternal Sonata and loved it! Clearly I like the more cutesy RPG’s, but as long as there is a good story line and amazing cut scenes I can appreciate it. These stood out to me the most on my search:

1. Resonance of Fate
2. Star Ocean (the resent one, or whichever one worth playing. I’m not familiar with the series.)
3. Folklore (Looks really neat)
4. NIER (Not sure about this one)
5. White Knight Chronicles

These are the ones that stood out to me, but feel free to introduce older games that were amazing or new ones I missed out on. I’m starting to think if a company made games focusing more towards girl gamer‘s, they would make a fortune with more and more of us becoming avid gamers. I’m a sucker for a romantic story lines, as long as the gameplay is decent.

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