Role Reversal

It’s hard to see

When the tables turn

And your role as kid

Transforms to caretaker.

Movie Month

Although I love going to the theater, I very rarely actually go – until now.  For some reason I have been a movie fiend lately.  I realize this is probably due to the fact that I finally have money to go to the theater and enjoy myself without calculating what’s left in my bank account.  Yay for full-time jobs and a summer filled with movies worth seeing!

The last three movies I saw in theaters were Independence Day: Resurgence, Swiss Army Man, and The Secret Life of Pets.

The License Plate Game: Solo Game Play

First, I want to start off by giving an update on my new job.  I still really enjoy it and everyone I work with, but it keeps me super busy.  I’m up at 5, leave for work around 6, get to work around 7:45-8, get off around 4:15-4:30, and get home around 6:30.  I am on the computer all day so the last thing I want to do when I get home or on the weekend is get on my computer.

That being said, I have been working on a post for a few weeks now by collecting all of the fun license plates I see while commuting.  So even though I haven’t posted anything, I’ve been constantly thinking about it!

Information Overload

My brain has too many tabs open.

Too many things are grabbing my attention

and I’m processing slow.

It’s a drag.

Like a virus clogging up synapse highways.

The Shock and Awe of Employment

When I was in my undergrad at CSU, Northridge (Go Matadors!) I discovered a passion – editing and proofreading the writing of others.  Or more specifically and as others might put it, fixing people’s mistakes.

Since then, I have offered my services as a freelancer to friends, family, and friends of friends.  Most of the time I did research or term papers but on occasion I would get to do fun stuff like create, proofread, edit, and distribute a birthday fact sheet or proofread/edit creative writing such as short stories and novels.

Sadly, I did not have the time to consider completing an internship in the editing/publishing field during my undergrad because I was commuting to school which I was attending full time and working part time whenever possible.  So naturally when I graduated and started looking for a job in my desired field I lacked the necessary experience which I would have gained from an internship.  Hindsight truly is 20/20.

“The Seventh Inning Stretch”

My grandfather recently passed and I’ve been in a bit of a creative slump.  So the last few weeks I have made it a mission of mine to do more writing and be more creative.  I came across this prompt in my Pinterest from a while ago and thought that it might help get some of the weight I’ve been feeling about his passing.  I originally pinned this prompt because I found it to be interesting (although not fantastically new in any way) and when I came across it the other day it seemed morbidly fitting for my mood.  The good news is, my grandfather was always a very happy and light-hearted man and his funeral was much the same. 

Poppy Days

I went on an adventure today on my day off.  Around this time of year the poppies start to bloom and they are gorgeous.  Last weekend there were hardly any out and this week there are a bunch.  Nothing like they have been in the past or like they may be in the next few weeks, but gorgeous nonetheless.

Everyday Beauty and Ignorance

 

A co-worker recently made me aware of a 2007 social experiment done by The Washington Post in conjunction with Joshua Bell.  Naturally I had to investigate the truth of the e-mail I was sent and found an article on The Washington Post webpage that verified to validity (at least somewhat) of the e-mail.  Bell, a popular and incredibly talented violinist, was asked to dress modestly and play in a well-populated Washington, D.C. Metro Station during morning work rush hour.

 

The short clip published with the article portrays his beautiful artistry and the lack of public interest.  The experiment was to bring into question how people would respond.  The article written by Gene Weingarten presents a plethora of questions regarding the experiment:  “Do you stop and listen?  Do you hurry past with a blend of guild and irritation, aware of your cupidity but annoyed by the unbidden demand on your time and your wallet?  Do you throw in a buck, just to be polite?  Does your decision change if he’s really bad?  What if he’s really good?  Do you have time for beauty?  Shouldn’t you?  What’s the moral mathematics of the moment?”

 

I think that humans are inherently drawn to beauty but the demands of

Don’t Touch the Walls

As I said in a previous post, I have been working on trying to write every day.  Here is one of my recent creations that I ended up liking quite a bit.

“Don’t Touch the Walls” by Me! (Sabrina Buie)

She felt something sharp delving into her shoulder blade as she struggled to wake.  Forcing her eyes open to slits she found her vision blurry.  She saw clouds above her and large ivy covered walls on either side.  Why the hell am I outside?  And where am I?  She pushed herself awkwardly up onto her elbows.  Her back and neck were stiff as if she’d been laying on the ground for hours; her shoulder was especially sore from the rock that had been digging into it.

Carefully, she stood up and stretched her back and legs.  It was overcast and warm outside but it looked like the late afternoon.  Straight ahead of her was a long walkway with either a dead end or a curve at the end because there was another wall of ivy.  She turned around and found the same.  Hanging from the ivy on the wall to her left was a small wooden sign, weather beaten and faded, which read: “You have one hour.  Don’t touch the walls.”  An hour to do what, escape?

“Hello!  Anyone there?”  She shouted.  The echo of her words was the only reply.  Then silence.  Great.