As my grandfather, heretofore referred to as 'Gramps,' will tell anyone, he started taking courses five years ago after watching a special on television. This special said that older people should turn off their televisions and go back to school, because if you're super old, you can go for free. So Gramps got off the couch and asked his school, Hendrix, about it. They weren't interested. However, UCA was. So he signed up for courses, to audit them.
I started attending UCA the next year. Gramps takes classes every semester; he's taking two courses this time, and they always fall at the same time. Lunchtime, afterward, so he can pig out in the cafeteria. He likes taking the history courses. He excels in them, even sometimes adding information the professor didn't know. He spends hours a day in the library reading and researching about what he's learning in class. Being unable to even turn on a computer, he reads books, and a lot of them.
Gramps lives across the street from the campus, so he walks here every day. He goes to the cafeteria and reads newspapers as he eats, then goes to class, then researches. When I can, I join him in the cafeteria, and tell all my friends about him to say hi. He's quite an open book. Friendly and talks to everyone. His peers in class call him 'Jim' and when they call him 'sir', he tells them if they're to call him sir, that they should instead refer to him as 'Your Excellency." And they call him that.
When the professor assigns partners, they all fight to be with him. He knows his stuff, and he's funny. Pretty absurd, too. I sat in on a class that he was in once for a non-fiction assignment, and he was so proud to introduce his granddaughter to the class. He brags to everyone that he attends university with me. The cafeteria ladies all know him. Students say hi to him on the sidewalk.
I'm so amazed at him, at his commitment to school. He never misses a day, not ever. I mean, who all can say they're going to the same college their gramps is going to? I do what he does and we brag on each other often. As my last semester here, I'm trying to take every second in and enjoy it, knowing this is something to tell my kids and their kids one day. And who knows? Maybe I'll even go to school with my grandkids.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Friday, March 6, 2015
What I'm Doing
The first thing I remember writing is a poem book for my parents. It was probably for Valentine's Day, since it was done in all red construction paper and every poem was about hearts and love. I felt like the coolest person ever holding my own bound (stapled) work and showing my whole family.
After a while, I decided to write about a unicorn, because I really effing love unicorns and fairies and mermaids. This unicorn was all alone and could find no other unicorns, so she went on a journey. On her way, she met a nice but giant talking spider. I didn't get far in it, but I loved writing it. I hand wrote it on printer paper, having taped the blank pages into a crude cardboard hardcover with my own drawing of a unicorn on it. I always sort of wanted to write, and I always did (and man, could I tell a bedtime story!) want to publish something, but it didn't hit me to do it as a job until my senior year of high school.
I have probably hundreds or story starts. I have so many ideas; I keep track of them in my phone under notes and constantly come up with new ideas, usually when I'm trying to sleep. I actually like it when my friends tell me that they've always wanted to write a book about [insert book idea here], and they give me the idea. It's like prompts, or very loose outlines.
As a senior creative writing major, I've started to send out my resume and samples of work to places in hopes of obtaining an internship. I've upped my social media game, come back to blogging, and am starting to realize I can make my own path and create my own life.
I've been a fan of Cracked articles for years now and have always dreamed of being published on the site. Some of my posts are in the format of Cracked's stuff, but I've been to afraid to send it in. I think I will now. This is the start of my career. And I know it will be a career, because I love doing it. Sure, I'll have a day job, but this - no matter how it turns out - will always be my passion.
After a while, I decided to write about a unicorn, because I really effing love unicorns and fairies and mermaids. This unicorn was all alone and could find no other unicorns, so she went on a journey. On her way, she met a nice but giant talking spider. I didn't get far in it, but I loved writing it. I hand wrote it on printer paper, having taped the blank pages into a crude cardboard hardcover with my own drawing of a unicorn on it. I always sort of wanted to write, and I always did (and man, could I tell a bedtime story!) want to publish something, but it didn't hit me to do it as a job until my senior year of high school.
I've been inspired to help non-writers see their ideas in print. Some people have awesome ideas but have no clue how to write or start, or just don't want to write it, but still think it's a great idea and someone should use it. I don't know how, but I want to help those people. Give me your worn out, your old, your fantastical ideas. I'll write them for you.
I have probably hundreds or story starts. I have so many ideas; I keep track of them in my phone under notes and constantly come up with new ideas, usually when I'm trying to sleep. I actually like it when my friends tell me that they've always wanted to write a book about [insert book idea here], and they give me the idea. It's like prompts, or very loose outlines.
As a senior creative writing major, I've started to send out my resume and samples of work to places in hopes of obtaining an internship. I've upped my social media game, come back to blogging, and am starting to realize I can make my own path and create my own life.
I've been a fan of Cracked articles for years now and have always dreamed of being published on the site. Some of my posts are in the format of Cracked's stuff, but I've been to afraid to send it in. I think I will now. This is the start of my career. And I know it will be a career, because I love doing it. Sure, I'll have a day job, but this - no matter how it turns out - will always be my passion.
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
We should all get together and love Civil War era music
I'm writing this because since I can remember, there are times (sometimes months apart, maybe years) that I get a few songs stuck in my head. These are songs that when I sing them, no one knows what I'm singing. Probably because they were written and popular before your great grandmother lived.
You're right! Well, probably not, unless you said I'm thinking of Civil War era music. We remember that time as black and white photos with unsmiling people, fighting, slaves, pain, death, disease. I suppose it's hard to believe that they were actually people like us. We just don't really think of them like that because they didn't take pictures of smiling and everything seemed too stuffy. But these people liked music, and they cranked some pretty neat tunes that really gives us an insight as to what they were like. You probably know "Camptown Races" and "Oh! Susanna", but what about...
Note: Try to find versions of these songs done like they were written, not all popped up and redone by big stars. Though I appreciate them trying. I recommend The 97th Regimental String Band's records.
1. "Blue Tail Fly"
First of all, shut up about the rap songs that have sampled this beautiful song.
You know about Jimmy Crack Corn. And if not, get ready to learn. It's a popular children's piece, but I bet you don't know much about it. It was first published in 1846, and listening to the lyrics, you learn that it's in the point of view of a slave. Basically, the story is about the slave discussing the blue tail fly, this horrible giant fly that would suck on horses, making them throw off their 'massas'. The slave is sort of mourning the 'massa's' death.
There's a lot of disagreement about what the Jimmy Crack Corn part means. Alcohol makin', gossiping, yada yada. I don't know either. But it's a fun song and actually preserves a pretty important aspect of our history. And it's really awesome because it's not racist. I think.
2. "If You've Only Got A Mustache"
If you're one of the 70 people that saw A Million Ways to Die in the West, and stayed until the big musical number, you heard a version of this song. I am one of those people. But I heard this song long before the movie was even thought of. I grew up listening to it in my grandmother's car, so when I heard it, I thought it was weird that no one else in the theater (all six of them) knew what I was singing. I sang anyway because YOLO.
Written by the father of American music Stephen Foster in 1864, this song is about mustaches. Obvi. And this is over a century before mustaches adorned everything that could be made. Seriously, why were those fuzzy caterpillars so popular they needed to adorn pillows and bed sets and candles and earrings and cars? Yes, I saw a car with a giant mustache one day. Still have the photo.
The song is for those "poor single men" who want to "capture the hearts of the fair." Foster tells them not to despair if they've got a mustache! Just grow a mustache and you'll marry and procreate like bunnies. You may have everything, but life is just empty without a mustache. This is a fun, catchy song and will make you laugh. Share it with your kids. Then you'll all know and love the mustache song.
3. "Hard Times Come Again No More"
One of Stephen Foster's better known pieces, I still find that no one at school knows it. Published in 1854, it's all about "pausing in life's pleasures" and thinking about how you got those pleasures. Through someone else's hard work. So Foster is asking for there to be no more hard times. A woman with a worn heart has gone through some shit and you're all happy, just stop and think about the hard times people have gone through. It's a beautiful song and quite catchy, and when you pause and think about what's gotten stuck in your head, you'll really see where Foster was coming from.
4. "Old Dog Tray"
Who doesn't love dogs? (That wasn't an actual question. Keep your dog hating to yourself.) Again a Stephen Foster song, this is about a man who has a dog, and that dog is very loyal. Dogs may get annoyed with you, like when you wash them or clip their nails or remove their testicles, but they always forgive you and love on you again. Pretty sure if you removed your human friend's testicles he'd be a bit more testy.
Old dog Tray's ever faithful
Grief cannot drive him away
He's simple, he is kind
I'll never never find
A better friend than old dog Tray
I mean, it's so sweet. And it makes me happy to have my dogs, even if they are ungrateful sometimes. And all of these songs are child friendly!
Okay, so there may be some debate over "Blue Tail Fly" but that's just because a slave's master dies because of a ruthless insect with only one goal: to kill.
You're right! Well, probably not, unless you said I'm thinking of Civil War era music. We remember that time as black and white photos with unsmiling people, fighting, slaves, pain, death, disease. I suppose it's hard to believe that they were actually people like us. We just don't really think of them like that because they didn't take pictures of smiling and everything seemed too stuffy. But these people liked music, and they cranked some pretty neat tunes that really gives us an insight as to what they were like. You probably know "Camptown Races" and "Oh! Susanna", but what about...
Note: Try to find versions of these songs done like they were written, not all popped up and redone by big stars. Though I appreciate them trying. I recommend The 97th Regimental String Band's records.
1. "Blue Tail Fly"
First of all, shut up about the rap songs that have sampled this beautiful song.
You know about Jimmy Crack Corn. And if not, get ready to learn. It's a popular children's piece, but I bet you don't know much about it. It was first published in 1846, and listening to the lyrics, you learn that it's in the point of view of a slave. Basically, the story is about the slave discussing the blue tail fly, this horrible giant fly that would suck on horses, making them throw off their 'massas'. The slave is sort of mourning the 'massa's' death.
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| the killer |
There's a lot of disagreement about what the Jimmy Crack Corn part means. Alcohol makin', gossiping, yada yada. I don't know either. But it's a fun song and actually preserves a pretty important aspect of our history. And it's really awesome because it's not racist. I think.
2. "If You've Only Got A Mustache"
If you're one of the 70 people that saw A Million Ways to Die in the West, and stayed until the big musical number, you heard a version of this song. I am one of those people. But I heard this song long before the movie was even thought of. I grew up listening to it in my grandmother's car, so when I heard it, I thought it was weird that no one else in the theater (all six of them) knew what I was singing. I sang anyway because YOLO.
Written by the father of American music Stephen Foster in 1864, this song is about mustaches. Obvi. And this is over a century before mustaches adorned everything that could be made. Seriously, why were those fuzzy caterpillars so popular they needed to adorn pillows and bed sets and candles and earrings and cars? Yes, I saw a car with a giant mustache one day. Still have the photo.
The song is for those "poor single men" who want to "capture the hearts of the fair." Foster tells them not to despair if they've got a mustache! Just grow a mustache and you'll marry and procreate like bunnies. You may have everything, but life is just empty without a mustache. This is a fun, catchy song and will make you laugh. Share it with your kids. Then you'll all know and love the mustache song.
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| it still plagues me |
3. "Hard Times Come Again No More"
One of Stephen Foster's better known pieces, I still find that no one at school knows it. Published in 1854, it's all about "pausing in life's pleasures" and thinking about how you got those pleasures. Through someone else's hard work. So Foster is asking for there to be no more hard times. A woman with a worn heart has gone through some shit and you're all happy, just stop and think about the hard times people have gone through. It's a beautiful song and quite catchy, and when you pause and think about what's gotten stuck in your head, you'll really see where Foster was coming from.
4. "Old Dog Tray"
Who doesn't love dogs? (That wasn't an actual question. Keep your dog hating to yourself.) Again a Stephen Foster song, this is about a man who has a dog, and that dog is very loyal. Dogs may get annoyed with you, like when you wash them or clip their nails or remove their testicles, but they always forgive you and love on you again. Pretty sure if you removed your human friend's testicles he'd be a bit more testy.
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Grief cannot drive him away
He's simple, he is kind
I'll never never find
A better friend than old dog Tray
I mean, it's so sweet. And it makes me happy to have my dogs, even if they are ungrateful sometimes. And all of these songs are child friendly!
Okay, so there may be some debate over "Blue Tail Fly" but that's just because a slave's master dies because of a ruthless insect with only one goal: to kill.
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