Facebook has recently been gathering old posts from our early years on Facebook to share with us each day, and has given us the option to share these memories with our Facebook friends to look back on as well.
Each day Facebook shows you all of your stories from the same date on different years. Photographs, status updates, and wall posts involving your closest friends and family are displayed on your timeline for the world to see, and it’s definitely interesting to see your online life get drudged back up from the past. Continue reading “The Legacy of A Life Online”→
I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. -Elie Wiesel
“It has gotten to a point where I am genuinely annoyed at everyone else’s annoyance – be it social, political, or otherwise. It’s the week before Christmas, folks. Make some cocoa, sing a song, and get on with life.”
I saw the post on Facebook. An acquaintance had typed a message meant for peace, but rooted in disgust and ignorance. I couldn’t help but think, yes, it’s Christmas, but what are we going back to? Our “annoyance” was for police brutality, the injustice that has occurred in our “justice” system, and the racism and prejudice that has been embedded deeply into our society.
When I finally leave this world, hopefully after many years of wonderful life, I hope to leave behind a legacy that inspires others. I hope that everything from the pieces of writing that I have written, advice that I have given and any helpful actions that I have done will encourage people to venture out into the world, treat others with kindness and think critically about their surroundings.
When my life’s river stops flowing and the land around my earth dries up, I hope the remaining rippling memories of my existence reach out far and touch those that I have come across. Like many who wander out into the world, I would like my life on this plane to mean something. And when it’s time to cross over to the other side I want to be able to look back and be happy with the life I have led.
The cold winds whipped across the faces of the men as they rode their long canoe-like vessel, made from the tall Cedar trees of the now fading forest along the shore. The tribesmen would violently shiver, every so often, as the boat rose and fell against the crashing ocean waves causing the freezing waters to wash over them. However, they would not stop and turn back to the comforts of home. They were on a mission, and they had to keep moving forward.
Sometime in 2009 I sat down at a computer, created a Blogspot account and began publishing posts to the web. At the time, the recent economic downturn and cuts to higher education fueled the fire for Jasmine on the Issues, and then a couple of years later, my interest in telling stories led me to create Jazzed About Stuff. When I received a message from WordPress reminding me that I registered on the site three years ago, I was shocked at another realization.
When I was in architecture school, there was a class that focused on teaching us how to use this interesting new blogging platform called Tumblr. I had never blogged before, so when they told me that having a blog would help showcase your designs for potential employers and possibly put you ahead of the game when it came time to search for jobs, I jumped at the chance and signed up for the service.
I was clueless as of how to use Tumblr. I barely figured out how to upload and post photos on the site, but that was about it. I couldn’t tell you how to change themes or even how to search for other architecture blogs to follow. I did, however, end up playing around with it for a while, deleting and creating random themed Tumblr blogs, and learning a little more about the website each time I started a new one. It wasn’t until the last two classes I had to take in my short career in architecture that I really discovered blogging, and it changed my life. Continue reading ““B” is for Blogging”→
Picture this. A random person who you don’t know breaks into your house because you left the door open and they started watching your every move. They spend months on end reading your mail, watching you do mundane tasks and they somehow feel as though you both are best friends. You would call the cops right? Well this type of behavior is actually encouraged as long as the crazy stalker is sitting behind a screen. Continue reading “Our Obsession with the Media”→
“Bad writers are bad because they stop too soon. In fact, let’s take a step back. The only quality, I think, that marks the writer as different from everyone else is simply an unwillingness to quit. Others give up when they learn writing is hard; the writer struggles on. When I sit down in front of the blank page, it’s no easier for me to fill it than anyone else. The non-writer looks at the blank page and — quite sensibly — says, ‘forget it, I’m outta here.’ But if they had to, they could put a few words down there — just like I do. Only the words wouldn’t be any good. So the non-writer gets frustrated, gives up and leaves. Me, too, I get frustrated… but I sit there, and work to make it better. Anybody who’s willing to struggle, I think, can write. The real work is to stick at it until you find the gold. To get to that funny line. To do the hard work no one else wants to do, but everyone wants to have done. To discover the great character bit, the clever story turn. Until you have it, you don’t have it. Until it’s there, it’s not there — and you need to stick at it until it is there.”
— Terry Rossario
It seems as though the only way to pull a writer out from the depths of absolute nothingness is to force a gun up to their head and tell them to write. It’s as if the stern actions from their jacked-up ridiculously terrifying action hero of a muse has the power to lift the verbal blockage that releases the most wonderful stories known to man. Why is it though that I have to force myself to write in order to overcome the mind boggling pause in my creative stream of consciousness? Continue reading “Writing Through Writer’s Block”→
I was recently asked to discuss why I choose to write. This was my answer.
I was admitted into the architecture program at Cal Poly Pomona, one of the best architecture schools around, and switched my major to English with a minor in Journalism after the first year. My family, friends, and classmates thought that I was insane for switching out into such a “doomed” life path, but I wasn’t worried—that much.
I knew that if I chose a path that I was passionate about, and that I could look back on when I’m lying in my death bed, and think that with this choice, I’ve contributed to a life that I am happy with, then it wasn’t insane.
I have a passion for story telling in every medium of writing. I enjoy the conversations and information that comes out of something that I have helped to create, and I believe I can do all of this and much more through writing. Continue reading “Why I Choose To Write”→