tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56813545597259904892024-03-05T15:36:03.709-05:00kind of beautifulKelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-64294765252264269092013-12-19T12:30:00.002-05:002014-02-25T14:00:58.749-05:00Thesis Ponder #1<div>
<i>Disclaimer: In my thesis writing efforts I think it will be helpful for me to sort out my thoughts in a non-thesisy ways. My final thesis be filled with fancy words (I learned what encomiastic means today) and opinions backed by fact and good (hopefully!) analysis so my more personal motivations and thoughts and ah-ha! moments will be left out. This is sad, but ultimately very good for the quality of the thesis. So I apologize if this is boring, or random, or completely irrelevant to your life (you can stop reading now),tbut his is my blog, and why not share my thesis ponderings in a public forum?. My future thesis audience will minuscule anyway, so I might as well include my many faithful blog readers (Dad, Mom, Grandpa) on my thesis journey. </i></div>
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I'm writing my thesis on how female chastity is enacted as successful political strategy in Shakespeare's <i>Measure for Measure </i> and Margaret Cavendish's short romance <i>Assaulted and Pursued Chastity </i>(what a romance, no?). </div>
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When I've brought up my thesis topic to friends and family so far, it's well, a conversation killer. I wish it weren't. It should be a conversation <i>starter</i>. But I'm only just now getting to the point where I can articulate my topic a little more coherently (wowza--I should be much further ahead in the thesis-game). </div>
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But the thing is, chastity is a BIG deal. As a Mormon, I put a lot of religious and personal stock into the importance of chastity even though sometimes talk of "chastity" can degenerate into Mormon religious jargon.Then try throwing chastity (the word) into everyday colloquial conversation and it becomes this sterile (punny!), antiquated, obsolete relic. Chastity? That's religious nutsiness and no-sex-education-in-schools. Which it isn't. It's better than that. But just last semester when I proposed a term paper topic to a professor (at BYU mind you) about how un-chaste women are treated in late Romantic literature I was gently mocked and asked if I supported chastity belts (see <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0107977/">Men in Tights</a>). </div>
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So yes, chastity is important to me and the ideas, concepts, and doctrines surrounding it are interesting, and. I believe, very relevant today. But definitely not in a creepy metal-underwear sense. And if I believe and personally accept what can currently be considered radical and restrictive ideas of abstinence before marriage, and fidelity within marriage, why not become a little more academically as well as religiously versed in the subject?</div>
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So moving back a few centuries (1550-1670ish), I've decided to examine literary chastity when chastity was extremely relevant not just religiously/spiritually but economically, politically, etc. Queen Elizabeth I--one of the first female rulers--does a whole lot of power maneuvering around her role as the Virgin Queen and (regardless of whether her virginity was bonafide) she has this extra power and potency she <i>attributes </i>to her presumed virginity. And then there's Queen Henrietta and King Charles who, (before, you know, his head was chopped off) backed the idea that a chaste, companionate marriage between husband and wife was an important symbolic precedent for a unified, healthy, thriving political body/kingdom. And these rulers used chastity (in its varying forms) to legitimize and maintain their power because hey, chastity was a BIG deal. </div>
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So against this historical backdrop I'm examining Isabella, the uber-chaste, rhetorically witty nun in <i>Measure for Measure</i> who refuses to sleep with the slimy Angelo despite enormous familial and political pressure to do so. And then there's Travellia, Cavendish's kick-a heroine who shoots her would-be-rapist, unsuccessfully poisons herself, and then runs off dressed up as a man and becomes a military general all in the name of preserving her chastity. (Disclaimer: Both stories end with marriage or presumed marriage of these heroic virgins. And yes, Travellia does end up marrying her reformed would-be rapist, but we'll get to that). But my biggest point (at the moment) is these women become powerful <i>through </i>their respective quests to preserve their chastity. <b>And the idea that power--actual power in terms of spiritual, social, and political power--can come from keeping (and we'll slip into the Mormon here) the law of chastity? Well that's awesome. </b></div>
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Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-1074973671683697522013-10-23T21:07:00.000-04:002013-10-23T21:10:38.750-04:00A Motley UpdateI'm the worst at blogging. But sometimes not only is it hard to find the time and motivation to blog, but once I even get up the gumption it becomes ridiculously hard to find something meaningful to say, or to write some interesting news update that isn't too boring, or too irrelevant, or too-much-like-I'm-trying-to-look-cool-and-interesting. (Here I am with a unicorn in Connecticut! Totally relevant, interesting, and suave, no?)<br />
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I submitted my Thesis Prospectus. That is good. But I have not continued to work on it, which is BAD. The goal is to get a good, solid draft written before January. We'll see (and hope and pray). I'm writing on "Chastity as Strategy in Margaret Cavendish's <i>Assaulted and Pursued Chastity</i> and William Shakespeare's <i>Measure for Measure.</i>" Boom?<br />
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I signed up for classes next semester with Matt which is CRAZY because it means our Connecticut sojourn is almost over. (Have we really been here for six months? No lo creo.) We're going to take beginning soccer together come Winter semester. Awww.<br />
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Purtiest part of Connecticut. </div>
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I substitute teach now. And tutor. I am not good at classroom management. But I try. OH MY WORD do I try. And sometimes I cry.<br />
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I need to buy more socks because Fall is a-coming strong and my toes are always cold.<br />
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Here is a picture of a bee who does not yet know it is Fall-time. (I had to get my Canon all up his grill to shoot this. And use the macro setting. Exciting, exciting times.)<br />
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<br />Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-64957348305552320882013-08-26T12:06:00.003-04:002013-08-26T12:06:56.109-04:00Oh eternity, ain't it grand?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The blog post title comes from a phrase I read years ago on a friend's blog. </div>
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It was the loveliest juxtaposition of nonchalant gravity.</div>
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Our Marriage--the marriage of Matt & me--was begun in spring at the LDS Bountiful, Utah temple. </div>
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They day was obligingly wedding-weather perfect, and full of family, friends, and good food (of which we ate unfortunately little). The wedding ceremony was short and sweet, the sealing room full of Mums, Dads, grandparents, siblings, cousins, and closest friends, who witnessed how in one fell, and long-prepared for swoop, there we were for time and eternity.</div>
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And now (yup, four month marriage pros are we) we are intrepidly happily-married in the face of, but mostly because of, that whole eternity thing, Matt is kind, good, sleepy-in-the-mornings, and I am sometimes kind of good and always sleepy, but together we are kinder and happier. Oh eternity, ain't it grand? </div>
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<br />Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-19192760185246258732013-07-26T09:43:00.005-04:002013-07-26T09:52:47.698-04:00DC, Utah, and the New & Old EnglandsThings have been going swimmingly these past few months. Sorry dear readers (Dad & Grandpa) for not updating more regularly! There's been a lot of traveling a-going on with two visits to DC, two weeks in the Old England, a week in beautiful Utah, and some quick jaunts up to Boston. It's been lovely and exciting and I'm sad our traveling kick is over for the time being, but now we plan to actually enjoy and explore Connecticut which (subsequently) has been kind of neglected.<br />
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Also, I realize that just dumping photos of disparate places and travels is probably not the best blog posting/formatting technique, but I'm afraid if I don't post now, I never ever will. However, I reserve the right to re-post about our travels in more pithy and reflective forms. Here goes:<br />
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Reposing (with backpack?) at Blenheim Palace.</div>
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The LDS Boston Temple & hiking (on National Trail Day no less) in Middletown, Connecticut.</div>
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We arrived in beautiful Springfield, Virginia to spend Sunday with my parents. I admired my beautiful husband, mother, and backyard.</div>
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Basically, Connecticut is very green. Matthew started work and got a nice ol' first day of work picture and I admired the chipping remains of my wedding pedicure. It's a little discombobulating to think how quickly life has swung from desperately planning a wedding and trying to write seminar papers to Connecticut, job searching, and marriage. But hey, that is life? Yes?<br />
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I'm getting married in twelve days. That's not very far away. And that's why I'm justifying this pre-wedding blog post in the midst of final paper finishing. Because I won't have much time left before all posting will be post-wedding posting. And even though that sounds rather fatalistic, it'd probably be more accurate to say I'm scared and happy and anxious and excited all at once. </div>
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This poem gives me a lump in the throat. Because marriage sometimes seems like the edge of ALL that I know and hey, I'm just a kid! But midst those images of cold and unknown I find immense comfort in knowing there is no one I'd rather eat popcorn with. And that I'm pretty sure Matt will figure out how to make fire because he's like a scientist. </div>
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I also like knowing that Margaret Atwood is not my end-all of marriage. And that there's this thing called eternity which even if I can't entirely understand, I can still strive for. And I like to believe that eternity was before even the tents and houses, and that it is actually warmer there. And ultimately, I hope that if I go into marriage believing in its sanctity and importance I will be able walk to the edge of the unknown </div>
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Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-77879085267334517782013-03-19T20:15:00.001-04:002013-03-19T20:15:24.293-04:00Three Things1) I really should be grading papers right now. Ugh for procrastination.<br />
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3) On Sunday, while I was babysitting the brown rice casserole that was cooking in his oven as he attended Stake Priesthood Meeting, Matthew sends me this text: "Would you mind taking out the porkchops I have in the freezer? I love you." If the circumstances surrounding that text (and the text itself) are not signs that we are ready to get married I don't know what are.<br />
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<br />Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-8320809692462851492013-03-10T20:14:00.005-04:002013-03-10T20:19:31.643-04:00W-O-W.It's weird to be going to school at good ol' BYU like always, but then think holy cow, I'm getting married in less than two months. But then I think that even after I'm married I'll still be going to good ol' BYU like always. So then I think I am in this weird life limbo where even though I'll be making <i>the </i>big, huge life choice I also try to remember that life will probably continue somewhat normally post-marriage only that Matt won't have to go home to his house every night and we'll get to eat breakfast together sometimes. That part--the Matt being around more of the time part--seems to justify making the big, huge life leap. Marriage. W-O-W.<br />
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That being said I sometimes handle being engaged pretty normally, but also sometimes I freak about it in both the oh-my-gosh-this-is-so-scary and the oh-my-gosh-this-is-so-exciting ways. Basically there are a lot of mood swings a-going on and Matt's virtue of patience (while definitely a pre-engagement quality) gets to be refined with fire. Lucky boy.</div>
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Wedding planning has gone (thus far) pretty smoothly because we have a lot of wonderful people in our lives who know much more than we do about the art of wedding planning and marriage preparation. We have wonderful parents who are backing this whole shin-dig, my Mom lets me call her whenever I want so I can give her wedding assignments and she can give me emotional stability. I have wonderful grad school friends like Marinda and Laura who let me go on and on about wedding stuff but who also give me wonderful advice on how to find a thesis chair and proffer theories on why Walter Scott's <i>The Heart of Midlothian </i>was a bestseller. My bestie Grace lets me borrow her sister to take engagement pictures (for free! Thank you Kristi!) and lets me talk to herself (Grace) about all my fears and hopes. And that's the best, because the very reason you have a bestie is because they know your whole entire relationship/life history so you don't have to explain very much about anything and can just talk and eat good food and just understand life and all its varied frustrations and goodnesses. And then there's my lovely Grandma who I talk to for hours-on-end. And my super-talented friend Claire who is designing our wedding invitations pro bono with mad skillz and I love her and her illustrations of the Bountiful temple so, so much. And I just love all the lovely people in my life (where do they all come from?) And I love R.E.M. and Coldplay and the Beatles because they just get my life right now. They put a man on the moon? Norwegian wood is good? Yes.</div>
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Yesterday Matt and I were driving home to Provo from an absolutely lovely Saturday spent in Layton (discounted wedding cakes, pork tacos, high-school productions of <i>Curtain </i>anyone?) and it was just one of those happy, happy times when the capacity to feel happiness and peace is tremendous-fold and it was all I could do to soak up that very, very good life moment with big, deep breaths. Because right then it was the <i>best thing ever</i> to hold Matt's hand and kiss him at every red stoplight. Because we're getting married and we love each other and because we live in a beautiful world. Yeah we do, yeah we do.</div>
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Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-7251061974943506342013-02-03T20:08:00.001-05:002013-02-03T20:08:41.482-05:00On Being Sick, Loving Matthew, Bonsai Men, and Friends.<div>
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Right now I'm curled up in my bed being all sickly-like. I'd never before been able to claim a flu-migraine, but hey, life's all about new experiences, right? Anyway, I'm migraine-recovering and have been trying to read <i>The Absentee</i>, but it hurts my head too much. Not because Maria Edgeworth isn't awesome or anything, but because 18th century moral literature is apparently too much for my aching brain.<div>
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So in lieu of being restricted to my bed and not being able to read, I thought I'd do some blog catch-up (because facebooking and blogging do not seem to strain the brain to the same extent). This semester has been only mildly stressful so far. I'm trying to stay focused on my classes which are interesting and challenging even though my main thoughts seem to fluctuate between 1) I love Matthew and 2) I really love Matthew. </div>
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Speaking of beautiful things about a month ago when I was back in DC my family and I went to see the National Bonsai Tree Museum. It was pretty cool. I liked almost all the bonsai trees, but was most fascinated by the little bonsai men. Because bonsai trees with little bonsai men next to them all of the sudden look magical and mysterious and like bonafide landscapes instead of weirdly stunted tree bush things.</div>
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Yup, even when I'm sickly there's a lot to be happy about. Thanks bonsai men, friends, and Matthew. I love you all. </div>
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I'm going to marry this man.</div>
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Happy, happy, happy.</div>
Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-33122096675556161562012-12-26T14:01:00.000-05:002012-12-26T14:05:46.800-05:00My Nice Camera, My Nice BooksA few months, on this very blog, I bemoaned (innocently) my lack of camera and cute blogsy photos. And then, yesterday, my goodly parents who (because they) read my blog (bless them) gifted me a camera so I can document my life with HD pictures. And never mind that I'm a rather horrible photographer, here's a post dedicated almost entirely to some of the hundreds of Christmas photos I took in my new-gift-induced photo-taking frenzy. Thanks Mum & Dad!<br />
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Christmas break is the best. Especially three week long Christmas breaks. And especially Christmas breaks back with the family in Northern Virginia. C'est la (very good) vie! I've also been able to make a strong foray into my Winter Break Reading List which I'm including below because hey, I like to know what y'all are reading and I like sharing.<br />
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<b><i>The Wilder Life </i>by Wendy McClur</b>e <span style="font-size: x-small;">(for <i>anyone</i> who loved the Little House on the Prarie Books)</span><br />
<b><i>The Way of Kings</i> by Brandon Sanderson</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(not really my go-to genre, but goodness is it entertaining)</span><br />
<b><i>A Scots Quair </i>by Lewis Grassic Gibbon</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(everyone loves Scotland and prose that makes them weep with joy)</span><br />
<b><i>Kristin Lavransdatter </i>by Sigrid Undset </b><span style="font-size: x-small;">(the medieval Norwegian equivalent of a <i>A Scots Quair)</i></span><br />
<b><i>The Innocents Abroad </i>by Mark Twain</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(snarky travel narratives=bueno)</span><br />
<b><i>The American </i>by Henry James </b><span style="font-size: x-small;">(So I have to read this for class, but it's probably very laudable and stuff)</span><br />
<b><i>Pursued and Assaulted Chastity </i>by Margaret Cavendish </b><span style="font-size: x-small;">(because chastity is awesome, especially when you use guns, poison, and manly disguises to fend off all those assaulters and pursuers)</span><br />
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Merry Christmas!<br />
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Today's post is brought to you by <i>Dreams from my Father:</i> My father
dreams that one day I will become an academic. Being able to say "my
daughter, the English professor" would bring him great joy and happiness.
The BYU graduate program was/is/can be the first step towards PhDdom, but in
the midst of my current exhaustion all my greatest goals revolve around
actually getting my MA and nothing more. Rest assured however, that I am
working on increasing my goal longevity. If not for me, for my father. He
deserves it.<br />
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<i>Writing & Blogging in Graduate School</i> <br />
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And now onto blogging about blogging. I started this blog yeeears ago when
it was supposed to be all about art (of the visual form) and it has since
evolved (devolved?) into thoughts and words of sporadic nature. The greatest
joys I get from blogging these days are 1) procrastinating my homework and 2)
knowing that my grandpa regularly reads my posts. However, today I am getting
blogging satisfaction from a different source; today blogging <i>is</i> my homework.
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In my 610 class "Composition & Pedagogy" we are doing a
bitty-unit on new media and employing the legions of online powers (youtube,
blogger, Twitter, Facebook, chat, etc.) in teaching settings. I am somewhat
skeptical of this (mostly of Twitter), but employing these tools in writing
class is intriguing. In fact, my own little writing class has a class blog
where my students (are supposed to) post once a week. And reading those blog
posts has actually become one of the most rewarding parts of teaching. Students
who are stiff and uncomfortable in formal writing assignments write blog posts
that are witty, humorous, and honest. I ask them to write about their own
style, what they love/hate about peer review, and books they've read that use
great imagery. And in this public-but-private space of blogging students tell
me things that they haven't ever revealed in our classroom settings. It's fun.
It humanizes my students and it humanizes me. Writing across graduate
instructor and student divides. Writing across media. Writing about writing.
Lovely. <br />
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Thursday's assignment (look! totally not procrastinating!) for <i>my </i>class
(that I take not teach) was to write 500 words somewhere in the vast space of
the internet and here I am. Back at my blog.<br />
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Sometimes (like when I get to write blog posts for homework) graduate school
doesn't seem so daunting. Just arduous. It's exciting the things I get to
do--like teach and take classes and think about new media--but I often wonder
what it means to be an academic. To love research just because and analyze
literature just because and spend hours in the library just because. I'm not
sure I'm cut from that mold exactly. Sometimes I get stuck in rut just thinking
of the hours I spend researching and writing ultimately culminate in a ten-page
paper that only my professor will read/skim. Even dreaming big i.e. someday I’ll
write a paper that will get published in a journal and maybe a few tens of
people will read it, doesn't always do it for me.<br />
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I'm not saying writing only for me (or my professor) is purposeless. But it's also a dream of mine to write things that people want and will read. I don’t
know many people who want or will read my paper on Titus Andronicus, or my pontifications
on <i>Sunset Song</i><i><span>, </span></i><span>but I have my blog and EVERYONE can read it. Even if they don't want to, they can.</span><br />
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<span>That's kind of cool. And if I never become a serious scholar, or a published author, I have this little space that is my own and that is everyone's. Where I can write and dream and think and it's not just for me (though maybe it is). While I'm not sure how I feel about all of the new media, I love blogs and their potential and how I'm given a little space to write just because. And I like that. And I am of that mold. </span><br />
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<span>And of composition? Learning to write? Becoming a better writer? That is the ultimate blog potential: having a space to become aware of audience and voice and usage. And being able to write without spending hours in the library or hours drafting? Glorious. </span><span></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: PMingLiU; mso-fareast-language: ZH-TW;"></span><br />
<br />Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-72436875009107534062012-09-23T17:25:00.003-04:002012-09-23T17:25:58.271-04:00A Day in the LifeI am convinced that my life would appear much cooler if I had a camera, preferably a nice one. In these days of subsistence living (work all summer and pay off tuition for the rest of the year--and alas, I didn't even work full-time this summer!) my cheapy lifestyle and my dinky phone and sans-camera existence make for an unimpressive online presence. Why do I care? I'm not sure. Facebook & blog jealousy I suppose. <div>
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Anyway, here's a <a href="http://flightofkelsey.blogspot.com/2012/05/list-of-thirty.html">day in my life</a> (typical, perhaps?) sans-pictures, sans-cutesy photos.</div>
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Hit snooze button on cell phone alarm at least four times (get twenty hazy minutes of extra sleep)</div>
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Awake.</div>
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Hastily finish last minute lesson plans. </div>
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Apply make up.</div>
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Race to campus. </div>
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Arrive at class a good five minutes before eight. Attempt to appear cool and collected. Again wonder why I insist on using my backpack instead of something more chic- and instructor-looking. Am pleased, however, with my semi-formal outfit of second-hand skinny slacks and vest w/button-up shirt. </div>
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Teach--pontificate upon subjective grading of writing. Praise class blog posts. Introduce rhetorical analysis. Feel warm and fuzzy towards my students, am unsure how they feel about me (graduate instructor of little experience).</div>
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Eat breakfast burrito at Taco Bell.</div>
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Head off to the Maeser Building. </div>
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Spend 6+ hours organizing and reviewing Fulbright applications, eating starbursts, scholarship consulting with the drop-ins, and making spreadsheets.</div>
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Race home to shower.</div>
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Am picked up by favorite other graduate student to drive to British Literature faculty/grad student dinner.</div>
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Apply make up in car.</div>
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Spend 2+ hours enjoying good food and geeking out about talking to professors like I'm a real person. Talk around my graduate emphasis saying vague things like the Renaissance and Romanticism in attempt to appear direction-full. Am still pleased with vest/button-up shirt outfit.</div>
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Am dropped off at M's apartment. Discuss going to International Cinema. Nix. Too tired. Talk until too sleepy to talk anymore. </div>
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M. walks me home.</div>
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I fall asleep while watching <i>Elizabeth: The Golden Age </i>for my Renaissance Literature and Modern Film Adaptation seminar. </div>
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Am happy. </div>
Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-52732009885367200532012-09-20T11:38:00.002-04:002012-09-20T11:38:44.669-04:00Boom. Truth.<br />
"...the Church is not a place to go for comfort, to get our own prejudices validated, but a place to comfort others, even to be afflicted by them. It is a revealed and effective opportunity to give--to learn and experience the meaning of the Atonement and its power to change us through unconditional love. It is a place where we have many chances to repent and forgive--if, for a change, we can focus on our own failings and the needs of others to grow through their and our imperfect efforts."<br />
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Eugene England. <i><a href="http://www.eugeneengland.org/why-the-church-is-as-true-as-the-gospel">Why the Church is as True as the Gospel</a></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Thanks Mum. </span><i> </i>
Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-48464426315333909692012-07-23T10:25:00.002-04:002012-07-23T10:28:05.147-04:00Mall-o-ree G.<span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394;"><a href="http://flightofkelsey.blogspot.com/2012/05/list-of-thirty.html">The Influencers.</a> While simply listing the people who influence me would certainly do some justice, I think it would be cooler to do a spotlight. A "this is who has influenced me and why" post celebrating and lauding those who influence. Here goes.</span><br />
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I never know whether to list last names on this blog. I usually try not to because of privacy and all, but you should know Mallorie has an <i>awesome </i>last name because she is a quarter Mexican which, of course, is also ridiculously awesome.<br />
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I met Mallorie my junior year of college when we were happenstance roommates. We bonded over frisbee, languages, and trips to the Richards Building. She's now one of my closest friends. My senior year we didn't live together but we spent lots (but not enough) time swimming together, training for our oh-so-epic Splash n' Dash, riding bikes to Spark, bemoaning our sad boy-less fates in our respective apartments, making our outings "learning experiences" by going to the MOA, to International Cinema, and "talking about things that mattered." During this past Fall semester when I was in DC and she was in Provo I'm pretty sure we exchanged about fifty emails ranging from newsy to deep to hey! a picture of Iceland to check out this YouTube video. She's visited me in DC, gone on double dates with me, advised me in all things petty to serious, and I miss her.<br />
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She looks gorgeous with or without makeup. She speaks and teaches German. She takes <a href="http://www.lds.org/?lang=eng">Church</a> and all that that entails very seriously. I admire her because she plans and she budgets (oh does she budget) and she is fiercely independent. She influences me to do good, to pray always, to follow my dreams, to be sarcastic sometimes, to work out regularly, to be patient, to be kind.<br />
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Mallorie G. You are the best.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span>Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-60210286009811757102012-07-12T17:27:00.003-04:002012-07-12T17:31:14.532-04:00Ten for SixteenSixteen was seven years ago. Goodness.<br />
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The picture on the left is of me at sixteen-almost-seventeen taken in Trinidad. The picture on the right is of me barely-twenty-three in Arizona/Utah. I like these comparison pictures because in both I am in french braid and swimsuit and also, because I can discern important things like how Trinidad isn't that windy or bright compared to Lake Powell and that while my eyebrows have stayed relatively the same over seven years, I now smile kind of different.<br />
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These are the things I would tell sixteen-me. And in an effort to be more emphatic to sixteen-me I've referred to past journals in order to address <i>her </i>concerns <i>then, </i>rather than my concerns now.<br />
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1) You <i>will </i>get through the International Baccalaureate (IB) program. In fact, you will look back fondly on the IB since it's going to prepare you for college like nothing else will. Also, you will never have to take math again after IB Math. In seven years from now you'll be able to console and counsel your baby brother who will be done with <i>his </i>first year of the IB program. Plus, this Friday you're gonna have lunch with your IB English teacher who was awesome, and may have been why you decided to major in English at BYU. So you'll be happy you did the IB, trust me.<br />
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2) Yeah it sucked that Mom didn't let you go swimming without an adult present even when you were SIXTEEN! But you'll get over it.<br />
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3) Yup, you were right: Jonathan never liked you.<br />
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4) In seven years, most of your journal entries will <i>still </i>be about how stressed you are over homework assignments.<br />
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5) It was awesome that you were on the swim and basketball teams in high school. Never mind that you weren't really good, just have fun! You'll remember those times fondly.<br />
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6) When Nathan comes back from his mission you won't be mad at him anymore because he'll hang out with you lots when you both go to BYU.<br />
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7) You never get super good at driving, sorry. Maybe someday, when we own actually own a car...<br />
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8) And I don't think anyone really gets the hang of breaking up with people or getting broken up with. It's still the worst every time.<br />
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9) Deep breaths now...breathe in...breathe out...<br />
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10) Yes, you do alright on the ACT.<br />
<br />Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-59020116220771096112012-07-07T18:27:00.004-04:002012-07-18T12:24:22.714-04:00Family Past, but Mostly Present<a href="http://flightofkelsey.blogspot.com/2012/05/list-of-thirty.html">List Items Three & Twenty-Four:</a> In my family there is a father, a mother, three sons, and one daughter. I wish I had a cute family photo to illustrate our 90s family dynamic, but you'll have to be satisfied with this family photo circa 2010. <br />
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We're cute, no? Since 2010 I've gained another addition to my family, my sister-in-law who married the bald guy on the far left (not the other bald one who is my Dad).<br />
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In terms of family dynamics I think the biggest thing that's changed is our location and how we now operate as several diverse family units. My little brothers are now grown up people--with one living in LA pursuing his dream to be an actor and the other the most responsible and the kindest high school senior I've ever met. With a four and six year age advantage respectively, I was pretty bossy with them as we grew up, but my little brothers (most often) went along with the games I imagined up. Since then they've both grown taller than me in addition to becoming my confidantes. I love them a lot.<br />
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My older brother and I are the closest in age and even though he was way cooler than me in high school, he always let me hang out with him and his friends. We both attend BYU so I've been lucky enough to hang out with his cool self post-highschool as well. Lately, the thing I am most grateful about my older brother is that he married Jamie. Having a sister is awesome as I dreamed it would be and as a return missionary, graduate-school-completing, straight-A student she the epitome of poise and accomplishment.<br />
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And then there's my parents. I'm fairly sure they feel similarly, but I have a pretty close relationship with both my mother and father. When I was younger I dreaded disappointing either of them and I made many (good) decisions based primarily on the fact that I knew that if I did the opposite it would make them unhappy. Even when I did disappoint them, both were quick to forgive and I never doubted that they loved me A LOT. Most recently, I've been grateful for my parents' input and wisdom regarding life decisions. As I've talked to them over the years regarding my goals, priorities, and dreams they've offered great advice and support. Knowing that they believe in me has given me the confidence to apply for and achieve things I definitely wouldn't have been able to do on my own.<br />
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When I was deciding whether or not to serve an <a href="http://www.lds.org/study/topics/missionary-work?lang=eng"> LDS mission</a> I was, to say the least, very conflicted. While both of my parents had different opinions about the matter, ultimately they both rallied and told me that they trusted and respected me enough to fully support any decision I made. Their trust in me was key for me trusting myself and gaining the courage and inspiration I needed to make the decision on my own.<br />
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In sum, my family is wonderful and I'm excited to see how our dynamic continues to change. So far the changes have been different, but mostly good. So here's hoping that the trend continues.<br />
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Not only is my father an accomplished world traveler, but he's taken me (and my family) to some pretty awesome places. Because of his great brain and work as a Foreign Service Officer we've lived in Guyana, Jordan, Peru, Mexico, and Venezuela with visits to the Dominican Republic, Egypt, Israel, and Syria scattered in between. And even though my Dad has a pretty crazy work schedule he's always made time for my brothers and me. He plays computer games with us, sponsored epic Foosball tournaments, helped me with essays and other writing assignments (he's a ridiculously good writer), driven me to and from legions of extracurricular activities, came home early from a work trip to make it to my IB art exhibit, raucously cheered (maybe even cried) at my high school graduation, etc.<br />
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There never will be enough good said about my Dad. For he is the coolest and I love him.<br />
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I thought it would be great fun to do an open water event and since I live in Utah, what better open water event than the <a href="http://www.greatsaltlakeopenwater.com/">Great Salt Lake Open Water Marathon</a>? I did the mile swim (foregoing the eight-miler swim from Antelope Island, crazy!) and it was lovely. Race day dawned clear and beautiful (despite dire storm predictions) with a delicious water temperature. I was buoyant as all get out and it was a comfort to know that if I ever cramped or tired I would simply bob along the surface in non-treading respite.<br />
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<br />Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-14448177521989397662012-06-04T19:20:00.006-04:002012-06-04T19:34:11.571-04:00Fears<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Bentham; line-height: 22px;">1) I'm getting better at making decisions, I really am. But nothing strikes a good dose of fear into my heart than the threat of making the </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Bentham; line-height: 22px;"><b>wrong decision</b></span><i style="color: #444444; font-family: Bentham; line-height: 22px;">. </i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Bentham; line-height: 22px;">I hate the sinking feeling I get when I make stupid or unwise choices even if they're as small (or arguably as big) as being rude to a friend or not making the time to help someone when I really should have.</span><i style="color: #444444; font-family: Bentham; line-height: 22px;"> </i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Bentham; line-height: 22px;">Thank goodness for the</span><a href="http://www.lds.org/study/topics/atonement-of-jesus-christ?lang=eng" style="font-family: Bentham; line-height: 22px;"> Atonement</a><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Bentham; line-height: 22px;">.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Bentham;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">Today, 33% of all Americans will be afflicted with some form of cancer during their lifetime. The very nature of the disease is terrifying. There's no outside bacteria or virus causing your demise, just your own confused and malignant cells multiplying themselves into extinction. Also, this <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Emperor-All-Maladies-Biography/dp/1439107955">book</a>, while very informative, brought me up to date on the ravaging guesswork of modern (and ancient) cancer treatment. Talk about fighting poison with poison. I'm scared that I can't protect my family and friends from cancer. I'm scared that I can't protect myself from cancer. Just wear sunscreen, OK guys? And don't microwave your plastic bowls. And love your friends and family. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Bentham; line-height: 22px;">3) I think the thing that gets me about <b>diving boards</b> is their bounciness. I can handle jumping off (moderately high) cliffs into bodies of water, but flinging myself with extra bouncy momentum into swimming pools I will not allow. I'm one of those kids who went up to the top of diving boards and made everyone groan aloud as I chickened out and awkwardly climbed back down the ladder. I believe diving boards cause broken necks and spines and I will stay safely swimming </span><i style="color: #444444; font-family: Bentham; line-height: 22px;">in</i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Bentham; line-height: 22px;"> the pool thank you very much.</span></div>
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I also miss my father very much. </div>
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I look exactly like him, but I have hair. </div>
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<br />Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-83344638392310381742012-05-29T14:13:00.002-04:002012-05-29T14:16:36.559-04:00Twenty Things I Think<a href="http://flightofkelsey.blogspot.com/2012/05/list-of-thirty.html">List Item 1: </a>Twenty Things I'm Thinking On<br />
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1. Loving lists.<br />
2. This quote from <i>All the Pretty Horses</i>: "As she walked towards him her beauty seemed to him a thing altogether improbable." (McCarthy 248)<br />
3.How I often forget to articulate appropriately.<br />
4. <span id="goog_1574604349"><a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2012/05/iceland/haarberg-photography">Iceland.</a></span><span id="goog_1574604350"></span><br />
5. Wouldn't it be lovely to have improbable beauty?<br />
6. Syria.<br />
7. M.<br />
8. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slj3UEPgZuo">Radioactivity. </a><br />
9. Goodness, I'm hungry.<br />
10. How my editing minor is equipping me with so many useful skills that I <i>loathe.</i><br />
11. My over-priced cellphone plan. <br />
12. When I will next see M.<br />
13. Ideals and the practicalities of living those ideals.<br />
14. Love.<br />
15. I miss my mother. <br />
16. Ancestors.<br />
17. The perfectness of this past Memorial Day.<br />
18. My baby brothers.<br />
19. Powdered sugar.<br />
20. Being a graduate student. <br />
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My lovely friend <a href="http://huzzahs-from-a-street.blogspot.com/">Alyssa </a>has decided to create blog substance by responding to the list of thirty items below. I love it. I'm totally going to do it (see previous post about positive internet interactions) cause I'm all about a little more structure in my care-free-summer-life. </div>
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10. Describe your most embarrassing moment.</div>
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11. Describe ten pet peeves you have.</div>
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12. Describe a typical day in your current life.</div>
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13. Describe five weaknesses you have.</div>
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14. Describe five strengths you have.</div>
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15. If you were an animal, what would you be and why?</div>
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16. What are your five greatest accomplishments?</div>
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17. What is the thing you most wish you were great at?</div>
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18. What has been the most difficult thing you have had to forgive?</div>
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19. If you could live anywhere, where would it be and why?</div>
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20. Describe three significant memories from your childhood.</div>
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22. Where do you see yourself in five years? Ten years? Fifteen years?</div>
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24. Describe your family dynamic of your childhood vs. your family dynamic now.</div>
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25. If you could have dinner with anyone in history, who would it be and what would you eat?</div>
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26. What popular notion do you think the world has most wrong?</div>
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27. What is your favorite part of your body and why?</div>
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28. What is your love language?</div>
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29. What do you think people misunderstand most about you?</div>
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30. List 10 things you would hope to be remembered for.</div>
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I do, however, reserve the right to tweak the questions. Plus it's very
likely I may get bored of myself as the sole blog subject, so maybe I'll
start posting about <i>your </i>five weaknesses instead of mine. Don't worry, I'm kidding. Kind of. Also there's no time limit on this list so it most likely will take me yeeears to finish. </div>
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<br /></div>Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-51392574133049998252012-05-23T16:32:00.001-04:002012-05-23T16:32:12.962-04:00and the internet passeth over meI've been thinking about how I use the internet. The other day (March 20, 2012) <a href="http://news.byu.edu/archive12-mar-jensentalk.aspx">Amy Petersen Jensen gave a BYU devotional</a> on media. Jensen said many good things, but her recommendations for how we should strive to interact with media struck me in particular:<br />
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1. Choose to be a record keeper: it will build your faith and the faith of those around you.<br />
2. Choose to engage in active media conversations and avoid passive media consumption.<br />
3. Choose to consecrate your everyday--your thoughts, your communications, and your actions.<br />
4. Choose to look outward in service to others for answers to your own prayers.<br />
5. Choose to find ways and go to places and create circumstances where you can unite symbolically with our Father, and gain access to his power to help you navigate through the choices and challenges of your generation.<br />
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I love these recommendations and Jensen's second recommendation struck me in particular: am I engaging in media <i>conversations</i>, or am I merely a passive media user? Sadly, I think I often fall in the former category. I can use the internet to distraction. When I surf the internet I often have no desire to engage in meaningful conversation--reading celebrity news, watching TV shows, perusing Facebook--I do these things because I want to avoid engaging actively in anything. My internet surfing habits are not activities guided by overarching goals and purposes, but are rather a direct avoidance of goals and purposes.<br />
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Granted, everyone needs some down time, but how much more productive could I be if I made it a point to make my media intake <i>always </i>meaningful? Maybe this blog is an attempt at that...and maybe this is one more summer goal: make media meaningful.<br />
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So here are some things the internet hath brought me that I've loved and want to share with you. So here I am attempting some form of media conversation ranging from the deep to the mundane:<br />
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1) These <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/mormonmessages?ob=4&feature=results_main">little messages</a> make me happy often.<br />
<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />2) How we use media is all the rage now. You should watch this awesome <a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/sherry_turkle_alone_together.html?utm_source=newsletter_weekly_2012-04-24&utm_campaign=newsletter_weekly&utm_medium=email">TEDTalk</a> that my high school English teacher posted on her Facebook page. It's all about media and loneliness. Worth a ponder.<br />
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3) I need to cut back on celebrity news reading. It's one of my more worthless habits. However, <a href="http://whatkatewore.com/">this blog</a> I do love because I think Kate Middleton is classy and she has awesome (and wowza, expensive!) clothes. For someone somewhat fashion ignorant, this is a nice break from the monotony of my own closet.<br />
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4) Please view this <a href="http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography/photo-of-the-day/godafoss-iceland-haarberg/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ng%2Fphotography%2Fphoto-of-the-day+%28National+Geographic+Photo+of+the+Day%29&utm_content=Google+Reader">most gorgeous picture</a> of my true love. Thanks for the URL Mallorie G.<br />
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Wow, this is a depressingly short list of positive internet love. Rest assured, however, that I am determined to be better. I was watching some Katie Couric snippet on Yahoo! (ironically found by some mindless internet surfing) about how 20-somethings need to form good habits now (while our brains are in their final growth spurt) else then we will be stuck with our bad habits FOREVER. So here's to being the master of internet pith, time management, and engaging in meaningful media conversations before I turn 30. Hopefully this is a first(ish) attempt of many.</div>Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681354559725990489.post-9617533944744968812012-04-23T18:17:00.002-04:002012-04-23T18:17:42.959-04:00What I willAh. It is the time of spring and summer. <i>Again.</i> <div>
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I love that spring and summer come again. and again. Food tastes better. Walking barefoot feels better. And oh how Utah smells in the Summer? Wonderful. Like my childhood rushing back to me all over again.</div>
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It's a little sad that this summer won't be spent in Honduras. But it will be spent in other, milder ways.</div>
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I will finish my independent study course. I will finish my editing capstone class. I will become an InDesign master. I will intern for the <a href="http://haitihealthinitiative.org/">Haiti Health Initiative.</a> I will swim (a mile of) the Great Salt Lake! I will yoga <i>every</i> day. I will finally finish <i>All the Pretty Horses</i>. I will budget. I will grow basil. I will read <i> Independent People. </i>I will take pictures. I will cook. I will relish the time I have in the luxury apartment villa that Grace & I accidentally stumbled upon and into. I will write. I will spend time with family. I will paint and draw. And I may even upload some of those drawings to this blog. </div>
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I will GRADUATE. </div>
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That is what I will. </div>Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02953770149312996064noreply@blogger.com2