View Day

Wouldn’t you know it, I forgot my camera Wednesday.  So I borrowed my sister’s point-and-click for my biweekly shots.  It was supposed to start raining, but as you can see the clouds were just starting to creep over the hills.

San Gabriel Mountains, 11-28

San Gabriel Mountains, 11-28

The construction workers wrapped the top of the building frame with yellow stuff, I assume in anticipation of the rain.  I tried to find out what it will be, but no luck so far.

Construction site, 11-28

Construction site, 11-28

The well-manicured sculpture garden looked lovely as usual.

Boone Scupture Garden, 11-28

Boone Sculpture Garden, 11-28

The rain finally came yesterday morning.  Just a light, misty rain, but enough to pool and collect in small places.

Raindrops on bamboo plants

Raindrops on bamboo plants

I’ve been impatient to show off my beloved San Gabriel Mountains.  They’ve been so beautiful all season.  I picked a bad time to start taking pictures of it, but I guess the whole point of the project is to get it all, the good and the bad.  Fortunately, yesterday I happened to see a great view of the mountains as I was driving, so I pulled over and took a few pictures.  Unfortunately, it was through a power line field.

I don’t know how to use the panoramic setting on my camera yet, so I stitched my shots together myself. My panorama isn’t seamless, but the mountains are perfect, I promise:

San Gabriel Mountains between rain showers

San Gabriel Mountains between rain showers

Our rain is expected to continue until Tuesday.  I like a good, long, aggressive rainstorm, but this spotty, misty stuff is better than nothing.

Have a lovely weekend!

New Blog Project: The View Club

Soooo hey everyone.   I’m starting a photo project inspired by a couple of bloggie friends at My Little Corner of Rhode Island and The Kitchen’s Garden.  It’s called the View Club.  We take a picture of the same view at regular intervals for an entire year.

I chose a view of the mountains from the top floor of a parking garage at school. Usually it’s quite stunning, but today, of course, the first day I snap the shot, it’s hazy:

San Gabriel Mountains, 11/26

I made a conscious decision to include the parking lot in the shot, but I may rethink that.  Since the mountain view was so disappointing today, I chose a couple alternate views, also from the parking structure.

I don’t know what this is going to be, but I thought it would be fun to watch the progress:

Construction site, 11/26

The construction is adjacent to an area called the Boone Sculpture Garden:

Boone Sculpture Garden, 11-26

If you click on the picture you’ll get a larger view and you can clearly see a horse made out of wood and tree bark.  The other pieces are hidden by trees.  The nice thing about this view is that I take it from a covered landing, so it’s an easy shot in case it rains, although that’s not usually a concern here in Southern California.

I couldn’t chose among the three, so I’m using all of them.  It’s literally only a few steps from one view to the other, so what the heck, right?  My plan is to take the pictures on Mondays and Wednesdays at 11:15 am.  I’ll try to post each picture the same day I take it.

Yay!  This is going to be great.  ❤

Detention For Missing Vocabulary Homework*

*A.k.a The Word Nerd

***Adult content alert

This is another first draft of an assignment for my Creative Non-Fiction class.  We had to write a lyrical essay where every sentence started with a sequential letter of the alphabet, and contained a one-word sentence and a 250-word sentence.

harried

I agonized over it for days.  We have to do a 10-minute freewrite every day, and of course I’m behind, so I used several day’s worth of catch-up to write about my anxiety over the essay, figure out how to tackle it, and finally start to practice.  I wrote a couple of decent ones but there was no way I could twist either of them into an ABC format.  I decided to construct a 250-word sentence first and work off of that, but the longest one I could possibly concoct only had 46 words.  Finally, when my brain throbbed and my nerves frayed and my eyes lost focus, I broke down and went to my professor for help.

She told me I was thinking too hard.  Shocker.  She said to ignore the parameters and just write.  Ignore the…you mean…you’re telling me to break your rules???  I couldn’t comprehend.  I got dizzy.  I started to twitch.

(Not really, Daddy.)

Yes, she said.  What could she do about it, make me do it over?  It’s creative writing. Be creative. Have fun. Quit stressing.

The nice thing about a lyric essay is that, despite the name, it’s really a free-form essay with no rules.  So I finally knocked it out, but I followed all the rules anyway because my CDO kicked in and I had to.

Detention For Missing Vocabulary Homework (or The Word Nerd)

Open the dictionary and I’m off on an adventure, roaming through words as if they are forests.  Pages of verbs and nouns become mountains to be explored.  Quests to find stories from Greek mythology, Biblical illuminations, Austrian folklore and nautical superstition are embarked upon.  Réchauffé leads to remoulade and R’emolade and farriery.  Strings of definitions entice me to hop from one word to the next, like stepping stones across a pond of English language, drawing me farther and farther away from my intended task. The words I should find remain undefined, replaced by terms and idioms of fascination, intrigue, and curiosity.  Unmarked notebook paper waits limp and taciturn on the desk, abandoned under a cheap blue ballpoint pen in the wake of Merriam-Webster’s siren song.

Vocabule: Word, term, or name.

Xanthous:  Yellow or yellowish; of or pertaining to a race with blond hair and fair skin.

Zoic:  Animal, animal-like, relating somehow to an animal.

Baetulus:  Consecrated stone or meteorite.

D’Oyly Carte:  English light opera company founded specifically to present works by Gilbert and Sullivan.

Fuck:  (Giggles threaten to erupt.  Head down, lip bitten, too enticing for a teenage word-lover to ignore.)  Intercourse; the act of sexual intercourse; an act of copulation; to have sexual intercourse with; to engage in coitus with; make love; copulate; fornicate; a partner in sexual intercourse; a person who is annoying or contemptible; to treat unfairly or harshly; cheat; screw; used to express anger, contempt, disgust, or peremptory rejection, often followed by a pronoun <fuck you, fuck it>;  used especially with the and WH-questions as a meaningless intensifier to express annoyance, impatience, etc. <what the fuck are they doing>; to meddle, usually followed by with <if you fuck with it, you’ll make it worse>; fuck around: to behave in a frivolous or meddlesome way; to engage in promiscuous sexual activities; fuck off: to shirk one’s duty; to waste time; malinger; used as an exclamation of impatience, meaning to go away, equivalent to the expression get lost; fuck up: to bungle, botch, or ruin; to act stupidly or carelessly; cause trouble; mess up; give a fuck: to care or be concerned, usually used in the negative <I don’t give a fuck about politics>; cluster fuck:  an act of group rape; any event as riotous as an act of group rape <this day has been one long cluster fuck>; flying fuck: a real or imaginary act of copulation where the male leaps or dives onto and into the female; something totally worthless <who gives a flying fuck>; French-fried fuck: see flying fuck; mind fuck: to affect or destroy someone’s mind, as with drugs; to confuse or disorient <he mind fucked the teacher by asking stupid questions>; a question, phrase, or action that confuses or disorients.

“Janine!”

Keep my head lowered.  Lift my eyes to gaze through eyebrow hairs. Mrs. Mason dismisses me from detention with, “Your hour is up, so if you’ve finished your vocabulary homework, you can go.”

None of it is complete.