Ramblings of this and that by Michelle L. Donahue

Sunday, April 1, 2012

April Fool's Solemnity

Tom·fool·er·y
[tom-foo-luh-ree]

noun, plural -er·ies.
1.
foolish or silly behavior


So tomfoolery is absolutely one of my favorite words. It's one of those great words that sounds exactly like what it means and just has a great, silly zing to it. Plus it's perfect for today, April Fool's Day, (still 32 minutes left of it!).

I thought of doing a really lame joke type post, but couldn't come up with something silly yet still (a little) believable. So instead this is like a part 1.5 of Kaitlin and my Epic Road Trip Adventure! This is some of the very strange (sad? terrifying? disturbing?) billboards we drove past, mostly in Missouri (or was it Mississippi?). I wasn't quite quick enough with my camera to catch them all.

And I know what you're thinking, "what do weird billboards have to do with jokes and April Fools?" Well, I find some of these signs to be a lot more enjoyable if you just imagine they were written/made on April Fool's and it's all just one big joke.

And here they are....


Just joking! We love religious tolerance!

And we love porn!


Yay! Christ for me!

But does anyone love cancer? But still, I'm all for hating cancer.


Yay life! Oh wait....
(On a side note this is particularly chilling because of the header text: "your vote is their voice" because your vote for "life" (sans choice) is also silencing you know, women. I just think the rhetoric for Pro-Lifers a lot of the time is really eerie.)

And there you have it. Possibly the most depressing April Fool's Day post ever.

Let's just end on a happier note shall we?

OMG this is the cutest thing I have ever seen ever.



Thursday, March 15, 2012

Visiting Friends and Road Trip Part 1

Peregrination

[per-i-gruh-ney-shuhn]

1. Travel from one place to another, especially on foot.
2. A course of travel; journey.



Okay, I am taking a jump back in time because I lost my camera for awhile so I couldn't update this as soon as I would have liked to.

So last January (I know, I know, a loooong time ago) I hopped on a plane to visit some very lovely people in Chicago:


We went ice skating in Millennium Park in Chicago and it was lovely.

After a lovely weekend in Chicago staying with two incredible hosts, I headed to Beloit, WI with Hannah and Kaitlin (the two sexy blondes above) to stay with them in their very cute apartment there. It was so strange and wonderful to be back at my undergrad college. I felt very much like I no longer belonged yet everything was so familiar. It was very nostalgic. But I saw some old friends, visited the Costume Shop where I worked for 4 years and said hello to a few professors. I also baked all of my MFA letter of rec writers cookies, which they all seemed to enjoy immensely (seriously one did a jig type dance when he saw them and the other two opened them immediately).

Hannah had to leave after a week to go to a real adult type job, so Kaitlin and I kicked it for awhile and were visited by another friend, Coley and it was absolutely fantastic to see her.

After that Kaitlin and I hopped into her very brave car, nicknamed Earrings to start our road trip.

We, we, we so excited, we so excited....


We drove to St. Louis, where we stayed with one of Kaitlin's old buds. The drive was pretty easy, only about 6-7 hours or so. And we read a lot of John Green's The Fault in Our Stars and listened to sweet tunes. Though sadly my all Weezer mix CD didn't burn properly.

St. Louis was a really great city. It seemed like culturally it was a true mix of MidWest and South. The downtown area was really diverse and eclectic. We went to an organic/local bakery, got bread from a panaderia and got bubble tea. Kaitlin's friend was so kind and drove us all over giving us a stellar tour of the Loop, many used book shops and antique row. We even saw the arch.



It was a little gray out that day.

But I have to admit the highlight of the trip was spontaneously walking into the St. Louis Church of Scientology. Now I've got to admit, I knew very little about scientology before this trip. Kaitlin pretty much took the lead and said she was interested in learning more for a writing project and we pretended we were current WashU students. But the people there were very sweet and gave us an extensive personality test to help us assess the problems with our lives or something like that. I thought the results were pretty great. A perfect score has rankings all above a certain baseline and ideally your ranked score is pretty straight. Most of my areas were above the "good" line, but my line was definitely not straight (which means what? I don't know). Maybe I'm not very stable. But they did tell me I was very cynical, which I find hard to believe. I'm not gullible certainly, but I'm a very optimistic person and am idealistic and believe people can save the world and make great change, etc. etc. I think it was my scientific side surfacing. They also told me I was too honest and consequently mean. I admitted that I liked people who are brutally honest and thus am brutally honest myself at times. I think a lot of this comes from being an undergrad creative writing major. My writing can't grow if people consistently sugar coat feedback, so I like to tell it like it is. That doesn't mean I just say mean things; I do have tact. But I will point out flaws in a constructive way. But, I always do so in a constructive manner. And that's the whole point of workshop.

My favorite quote from the trip: "When you're brutally honest you don't have to be mean."
I really wanted to ask her if she understood the definition of the word "brutal" but then I thought she'd think that was mean.

So that happened.

It was really strange because when I watched the informational videos Scientology seemed pretty legitimate. It seemed like it was super tolerant (religiously, racially, etc.) and focused on making you a better, happier person. I'm all for those things! Like 150% But the videos talked about Scientology very generally and when we asked for more specific information things stopped making sense. Like they accept people from any religion yet their symbol is a cross (with some very, very small lines intersecting with the main cross like a small star). The lady said the symbol of the cross predates Christianity, which is true, yet Scientology was founded in the early 1900s, when the cross was THE dominant symbol of Christianity. Fishy. And when they showed us an e-meter, which is supposed to read negative mental energy (or something like that) the lady couldn't explain how it worked. I asked if it went off blood pressure or temperature (you grip two metal rods to be "read") and she said no. Then I asked if it read changes in charge in the air and she said "yes, among other things". Firstly, that's not really possible (okay it's possible but not with that piece of equipment). Secondly, what "other things"?!? Scientology pretend to be so scientific and then completely tries to distance itself from Psychology and real scientific method science. I'm all for helping people, but I'm not such a fan of the illogic.

Anyway, I could go on more about Scientology and how strange but fascinating it is, but I'll leave it at that. Apparently I'm mean and cynical but beyond that I am an a-okay person. Huzzah!


Friday, February 24, 2012

Is This Real Life?

Eudaimonia
Ancient Greek: εὐδαιμονία

Commonly translated as happiness or welfare. Most accurate translation: "human flourishing".


So life after college is hard. You're kinda an adult and kinda not and you're trying to figure out your life and while that's exciting it's also pretty intimidating. Though I drove off the life-after-college-doldrums by living in Turkey then traveling to 8 countries, I was starting to feel the stress a little. It's exciting but hard when you have no idea where you will be or what you will be doing a year from now.

These past few weeks have been especially taxing. Grad school apps began rolling in and after hearing rejections from 5/15 schools I was starting to stress. Rejection is never easy, but when it comes to writing I've learned to anticipate it, and that's fine because it's part of the territory. But MFA Writing rejections seemed like a different beast, because my life for the next few years was at stake. And in this super uncertain time in my life getting 15 rejections would not only be embarrassing, but would also leave me with what seemed like the monumental job of finding a plan B and bringing my life down a new (albeit temporary) path. So those 5 rejections were tough.

So of course I started doubting myself. It's so easy to get into that dark space in your head and just get stuck in all of that doubt. The more I read my writing sample the more I wondered if I really was ready for a MFA. I've read other applicant's writing and it's really impressive. And I wondered if I would have more success and thus, maybe be happier, if I pursued a career/higher education in Bio. I was trying to resign myself to the fact that it was very possible that I would receive 15 rejections, because the funded programs are very selective and subjective.

But, yesterday I received a call from my top choice school, Iowa State. I tried not to pick a #1 choice through this process because it is so selective and it seemed like I would be setting myself up for heartbreak, but Iowa State was always my favorite. In their program you get a MFA in Creative Writing and Environment, which is perfect for me. And it literally has everything I want: it's 3 years, fully funded (14th best funding scheme in the nation for MFAs), super flexible, has a literary magazine, requires you to do fieldwork AND take environmental classes, etc. etc. Not only am I accepted, but I got a fellowship that's only offered to one person each year. So I get full tuition remission (a pretty penny) and a living stipend and I don't have to teach. So I'll be able to just focus on my studies and writing for the first year.

This is a dream come true. Like honest to god the BEST case scenario for me. They are flying me out in March to visit, but I'm pretty positive this is where I want to go, even if I do get accepted elsewhere. I just feel so honored that I was picked at my first choice and I will have this awesome opportunity.

Ok, this post is already too long, but suffice it to say, I am on the moon. I still can't wrap my mind around it because I am SO happy, and that feels really good. I guess I'm destined to continue kicking ass in the Midwest.

Thank you universe, you've really been too kind.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

I am Victorious!

Ebullient

\ih-BUL-yuhnt\

Overflowing with excitement or enthusiasm; high-spirited.


Huzzah! Actually make that a double, triple huzzah! Because low and behold I have vanquished the wild beast sometimes known as grad school applications. I am officially 15 for 15! I mailed off my last two just yesterday and got myself a victory honeydew boba to celebrate.

Mine looked like that ^ only better. Seriously. Also, when I was driving back from the post office the local radio played not one, but TWO Weezer songs. In a row! That's gotta be a good omen.

So I enjoyed my app free today by taking a hike on a trail just a few minutes walking from my house. I saw a very beautiful deer and got yelled at (quite dramatically) by a nut crazy squirrel. And tonight I'm heading to downtown C-mont with a friend for a drink or yogurtland or maybe sweet potato fries (YUM!).

So, huzzah!

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy New Years!

Novation
\ noh-VEY-shuhn \

The introduction of something new.



Well, it's the first day of 2012 (the end of the world, yeah?) and I'm going to follow in the footsteps of some of my friends and do a quick recap about the happenings of 2011.

In somewhat chronological order...

  • I lived with 3 fantastic ladies in a fantastic town house.
  • Officially finished a hell-ish biology article for my senior project, that I was actually really proud of.
  • Had easily the most chill semester at college (also my last semester).
  • Entertained quite a few guests over Spring break.
  • Finished my 65-page thesis in creative writing.
  • Won some nice $$ for the best non-fiction prose and being a bad ass biology "scholar" (ha!).
  • Graduated with a Bachelor of Science. And somehow managed to scrape departmental honors in CW and Bio.
  • Lived in Istanbul for awhile.
  • Fulfilled an almost life long dream and went to Greece (and did it properly. I was there for over 3 weeks and hit the Peloponnese, Athens, Delphi, Meteora and Thessaloniki).
  • Had my first real, messy break-up.
  • WWOOF-ed in Greece and Bulgaria.
  • Visited 8 new countries (Turkey, Greece, Denmark, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Hungary, Romania and Bulgaria).
  • Saw some of the Davis Cup in Denmark.
  • I'd always wanted to travel alone, with no real plans, and I did this year for a month in eastern europe.
  • Had some wonderful and strange times traveling. Like: riding dark mountain roads with a crazy Greek man in a broken car with no headlights, grabbing dinner with 2 Ecuadorians, a Mexican and 2 Bulgarians, running into a British and Belgium guy 3 times while in Romania, tromping around Istanbul getting lost and being late with a friend and so, so many others.
  • Spent Thanksgiving at home with my family for the first time in 4 years.
  • Applied to 13 (out of 15 total) graduate schools.

So, all in all, not a bad 2011. I hope 2012 is as exciting. I do have a few resolutions/goals...

1. Get into graduate school (please, please, please!)
2. Write, write, write. Basically write every day, even if it's just a little.
3. Submit some writing to lit mags.
4. Get a story accepted into a lit mag (or maybe more than one!)
5. Read 50 books.
6. Jump back into my Mayan/Modern WIP a bit more. I really want to focus most on research this year, which means reading more books about Mayan civilizations and also trying to figure out String Theory. Gah.

Well Happy New Years to all!

Friday, December 23, 2011

Happy Holidays

Jocund
[jok-uhnd, joh-kuhnd]

cheerful; merry; blithe; festive


Just a quick post to say Happy Holidays to all! It's very nearly Christmas and my house is definitely all bedecked in Christmas cheer. In true southern California style, the weather is decidedly not Christmasy, with an expected high of 74 degrees on the day itself. But still, there is snow in the mountains and it's rather nice to be able to take long, sunny hikes in the end of December (which I did just the other day, with no coat).

So to wish everyone a little holiday cheer here are some pictures from mi casa.

The stockings were hung on the mantle with care...


So many Christmas cookies!


My mom's Santa(s).

And finally our Christmas tree!



And now I'm off to bake some peanut butter triple chocolate cookies. So good.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

The Manic MFA

Fractious
[FRAK-shuhs] adjective

1. Tending to cause trouble. Unruly.


So, I'm currently knee-deep in MFA in Creative Writing apps and am truly and utterly done with the whole thing. And not done as in "yay! I've finished them all, I'm done!" but done as in I "F@#$! you grad apps, I hate you. I'm done!" sort of way. But I'm 8 for 15, so I am past that half way point. So that's gotta count for something. Right????

I just feel very much like this when I'm working on apps:



I drew that! You know, instead of working on my applications (in my defense I am turning them in WAY before the deadlines), I've been playing around on my sister's new tablet. Yus, that's right, she got a fancy-schmancy tablet as an (early) Christmas present. And it's so cool. But that picture above is me when I'm in application-land. Only more melodramatic and manic. I wanted my word for this post to be manic or something similar to it, but manic seemed too easy and I couldn't find a proper synonym for it. Fractious works though too.

In this whole process, I just wish there was some sort of common app or something. I've got 3 writing samples of different lengths, about 8 drastically different statement of purposes, 2 teaching statements, 2 expository papers (10 and 15 pages), an autobiographical sketch, a personal history statement, 3 diversity statements, 4 different GPA calculations and so many other things. That's not to mention that schools require different numbers of transcripts, copies of letters of recs, additional forms, mailed applications, etc. etc.

On the upside? I've met some really amazing writers through online writing/MFA communities and they've really helped with this whole process. I got so many insightful edits from complete strangers (as well as some good 'ole friends) and have seen examples of successful writing samples, SOPs, etc. And HOPEFULLY the upside is also I get into a program and get some nice funds too, so at least I know what the next 3-ish years of my life is looking like.

And whenever I turn in an application I feel like this:

It's me! This sketch is taken from a photo of me during the HP7 Part 1 midnight premiere.

Manic, enthused, way too excited. 8/15--I'll be done soon!