Writing into the day...

So at the UNC Charlotte Writing Project, we write ourselves "into the day". It's a time for us to sit, breathe, and use the act of composing to bring us into the moment. I've been writing into the day since summer 2005. I do it everyday in class with my students. I do it in almost every workshop or presentation I give. Here is what happens when we "write in":

The room is quiet or, if the audience is willing, music might be playing. Daybooks or laptops are out. Thoughts flow from all over the place, generally no prompt or idea of what to write about is given. Minds are free to wonder wherever is needed.

Sometimes I write about nothing. Sometimes I write about how happy, mad, curious, nervous, frustrated I am. Sometimes I write about how hungry I am. Sometimes I write about how much I hope what we do in class that day "works". It is a moment--to explore, to see, to think, to write.

I value these moments, though I'm not always sure why. Offered like an open hand, allowing me to hold or approach the day how I see fit.

What is my "tree within"?

Introduced to Octavio Paz's poem "A Tree Within" today. It's seems important (not really sure why) and I like the drawing this guy couples with the piece: http://www.incli-nation.com/2007/05/a_tree_within.html

Workout Playlist

Thought I would share what is keeping me moving during my workouts these days. Particularly enjoying the addition of M.I.A. For more ideas on playlists, I found this interesting site on Military.com Ain't gonna lie, I'm a little scared of the "Shoot to Thrill" title.


Bucky Done Gun M.I.A.
Fancy Footwork, Chromeo
Shook Me All Night Long, AC/DC
Pour Some Sugar on Me, Def Leopard
SexyBack, Justin Timberlake
U.R.A.Q.T. M.I.A.
Mr. Brightside, The Killers
Ray of Light, Madonna
The Way You Move, Outkast
Shut Up and Let Me Go The Ting Tings
Sweet Emotion, Aerosmith
I Bet You Look Good On the Dance floor, Arctic Monkeys
Runaway, Dee-Lite
The Valley, Duran Duran
Fergalicious, Fergie
Are You Gonna Be My Girl, Jet
Purple Haze, Jimi Hendrix
Dr. Feelgood, Motley Crue
Such Great Heights, Postal Service
Edge Of Seventeen, Stevie Nicks
Little Dawn, Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
I Believe in a Thing Called Love, Darkness

Reunited and it felt so good

I recently visited my alma mater, East Carolina University. It was a quite strange experience, compared to my past visits, for two very important reasons: 1. I went for professional reasons (that word was not even in my vocabulary from '96-'00), and 2. I went without my girls (can I get a shout out to the ECU Women's Soccer Team?!).

I want to share my trip via pictures because I think it will capture it best. For my soccer girls, you will nod knowingly and laugh. For anyone else who has never visited Greenville or never attended ECU, well, you're just outta luck on this one!

First, getting to Greenville has never been easier, so I captured my excitement with the road signs that let you know...you are about to enter a part of N.C. that has nothing else, and I mean nothing, besides ECU.



Then I had time before checking in to take a quick tour and found some familiar landmarks. Note: tour lasted all of 10 minutes...ah, I remember thinking how big and far things were! Nope, Greenville Blvd., 5th St., 10th St., Memorial Dr., Evans, Arlington, Red Banks, and that's it!

THE Krispy Kreme (now within a block of a Starbucks). THE sleek new buses (that we hated b/c they were too slow and never came when there were supposed to, or we loved b/c they graciously waited to take us back to College Hill on certain nights). Speaking of the hill...

It's still really, really, really long. Was it the 4 mile loop that included this? Ugh.

Okay, back to our cute downtown. I only recognized three names: UBE, Boli's, and Alfredo's.

And good old Dowdy Ficklen, where I think I spent more time "snaking the stadium" than attending football games in it.

Where the glory began and ended. Still no lights. Still called Bunting. Still as close as one can get without actually being directly behind home plate of the baseball field..."Fly ball! Look out!!"

Despite all the things that have not changed, I was shocked at one thing that had changed. I am proud to say that Greenville is now serving more than just South Paw and Bud Light.

But no matter how much Greenville tries to change and join the modern world, it will still be the one and only G-Vegas. Go Pirates!