...Okay, so the song goes: "...have you any dreams you'd like to sell?"
I ponder this, to whom/which lover was Stevie Nicks referring to, as if we need ask...of course, it was Lindsey Buckingham himself for whom the beautiful lyrics and song ("Dreams") were written.
If she was asking her lover (ex-lover) to sell her his dreams so that she could better understand him, then I can definitely understand her. I can understand all too well how she was feeling. I, too, wish that a certain person would have sold me his/her dreams so that I could better understand him/her. But, oh, that was long ago...actually, not that long ago...the person is my muse of late. I would give anything for the sweet, beautiful person to sell me his/her dreams. To know the person, well, it might actually not only help me to know and like the person better, but perhaps, the person could know me and like me as much as I do. Reciprocate, reciprocate, reciprocate...
My own dreams, the ones that could come true, are delayed, and perhaps even dwindling, because each day that my emotions and feelings are not properly addressed, I am left haphazardly alone and sad and in wonderment of "what could be." It is a sad state-of-affairs in which I currently dwell and reside. I wish I could tear at the very fabric of myself to find the me who was ecstatically happy, somewhat fancy-free, and steadily secure...until that glance.
The glance that saw me crash into an invisible wall; the glance that made my knees fold; the glance that left me unable to breathe; the glance that made my heart skip a beat unlike any arrhythmia that my chest has been put through; the glance that has made my words turn awfully corny. The one special, phenomenal, beautiful glance that I began, and you answered, on that awesome and unforgettable Tuesday morning. I glanced your way, bid you fare salutations, you replied, and further added that the morning "was cold." I heard your sweet voice, and I looked back...then thunder struck...the glance...the glance...the glance. I glanced your way, and my heart you took. Oh, the pain of it all. I remain in an ambiguous, beguiling, and love-struck world...never knowing, never knowing, never knowing. Should I tell you, perhaps hidden is how my feelings should be left...no one gets hurt except my need to be with you. What to do, what to do, what to do...
✔©✔
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Monday, December 8, 2014
Self-Indulgence: Simply...Thinking of You!
Thinking of you, thoughts of you so provocatively innocent
If only you knew my heart and who I could be
Maybe it would envelope your heart with the love I have
I would gladly give it and ask nothing in return
Only wanting to listen to you, to see you, to tell you
Words are blocked by a lost soul that just wanders
Not knowing your world seems blasphemous
Being allowed to linger would be best, but doubtful
For the moment I remain enraptured by thoughts of you
Maybe one day my dreams might awaken a certain truth
The truth is what I have always feared, for you are so far
away
Must it remain that way, such trepidation to never know
You are often so close, but my heart deems you linger too
far away
The unknown is what truly terrifies the essence of me
That you see me and find emptiness as your heart seeks
another
I remain your secret aficionado and protector of innocence
One day perhaps clouds will guide your way to forever see my
heartTime always the enemy...I remain silent and still...still thinking of you
Dora's Corner: Plagiarism Story Continued: Literary Pirates Invade the College!
So, the story does continue.
Last week, before the morning lecture began in English class, the prof told us that some students had plagiarized, and that she was extremely disappointed at the fact that it had occurred. Frankly, dear prof, this person was just as disappointed (perhaps not severely as you were) at those handful of lazy and aloof students. Not only did their fragrant act of plagiarism hurt them, but it hurt the prof, and their fellow classmates [us] who arduously work at learning how to properly cite other people's work. The basics of citing is not so difficult to learn. IMO, it is another English-writing art-form that can and should be learned. For those of us moving on to other courses that require a lot of writing, learning how to properly credit others for their work is extremely important. For those not moving on to courses that will require them to learn how to properly cite, they need only think of plagiarism this way...if you wrote a song, painted a picture, created a tatoo, or anything which involved hard work, and was solely your property because you -- and you alone -- created it, you would be extremely pissed off (*) if someone took it as their own and proclaimed that he or she had created it. And, might I add that I used the word "pissed" in the preceding sentence because, chances are, that the people who do not think twice of stealing other people's property (and a written work of art IS tangible, thus, property) are probably the type of people who understand things when it involves the usage of an expletive. Pardon my blunt-force usage of this thing called physiognomy or the judging a book by it's cover, but if you steal someone else's work, I strongly disagree that much, if any, respect is due you.
Anyhow, the English prof appeared as if she had lost her best friend upon the announcement of the plagiarists in our class. There were many of them, which further added to the disgust and disappointment! I do not believe that the act of plagiarism should be noted as a reflection of the prof because she is an excellent instructor who takes time to teach each student in her classroom how to correctly write essays and how to cite other people's work. She offers each student an opportunity to meet with her in her office or in the writing hub/lab. Furthermore, the writing hub has plenty of other highly-qualified tutors and (convenient) hours of operation through-out the week for anyone interested in getting extra help.
Personally speaking, my writing skills have improved through my own hard work and sweat with the addition of working with the prof whenever I could, and by taking advantage of the hub. Frankly, it is beyond me why students do not take advantage of any lab because our hard-earned tuition has already paid for the usage of several labs. If sporting events were paid for via one's tuition on a community college level, such as it is on a university level, then students would take advantage of the opportunity. So, why not take advantage of the labs when you (or your parents) have already paid for them [rhetorical].
I would no soon steal someone else's literary piece than I would steal something in a store, and I would no soon put up with someone else stealing anything from me either. I would especially not put up with anyone stealing my own literary art. I would seriously hurt someone for that.
I plan on speaking to my prof about this. I mainly want to convey my own appreciation for everything that she has done for each of her students [includes moi], and that the lazy and careless students are not representative of who we are holistically as a class nor of who she is as an individual and a great instructor. She did not fail any of her students, but rather, a few jerks in class failed her.
Last week, before the morning lecture began in English class, the prof told us that some students had plagiarized, and that she was extremely disappointed at the fact that it had occurred. Frankly, dear prof, this person was just as disappointed (perhaps not severely as you were) at those handful of lazy and aloof students. Not only did their fragrant act of plagiarism hurt them, but it hurt the prof, and their fellow classmates [us] who arduously work at learning how to properly cite other people's work. The basics of citing is not so difficult to learn. IMO, it is another English-writing art-form that can and should be learned. For those of us moving on to other courses that require a lot of writing, learning how to properly credit others for their work is extremely important. For those not moving on to courses that will require them to learn how to properly cite, they need only think of plagiarism this way...if you wrote a song, painted a picture, created a tatoo, or anything which involved hard work, and was solely your property because you -- and you alone -- created it, you would be extremely pissed off (*) if someone took it as their own and proclaimed that he or she had created it. And, might I add that I used the word "pissed" in the preceding sentence because, chances are, that the people who do not think twice of stealing other people's property (and a written work of art IS tangible, thus, property) are probably the type of people who understand things when it involves the usage of an expletive. Pardon my blunt-force usage of this thing called physiognomy or the judging a book by it's cover, but if you steal someone else's work, I strongly disagree that much, if any, respect is due you.
Anyhow, the English prof appeared as if she had lost her best friend upon the announcement of the plagiarists in our class. There were many of them, which further added to the disgust and disappointment! I do not believe that the act of plagiarism should be noted as a reflection of the prof because she is an excellent instructor who takes time to teach each student in her classroom how to correctly write essays and how to cite other people's work. She offers each student an opportunity to meet with her in her office or in the writing hub/lab. Furthermore, the writing hub has plenty of other highly-qualified tutors and (convenient) hours of operation through-out the week for anyone interested in getting extra help.
Personally speaking, my writing skills have improved through my own hard work and sweat with the addition of working with the prof whenever I could, and by taking advantage of the hub. Frankly, it is beyond me why students do not take advantage of any lab because our hard-earned tuition has already paid for the usage of several labs. If sporting events were paid for via one's tuition on a community college level, such as it is on a university level, then students would take advantage of the opportunity. So, why not take advantage of the labs when you (or your parents) have already paid for them [rhetorical].
I would no soon steal someone else's literary piece than I would steal something in a store, and I would no soon put up with someone else stealing anything from me either. I would especially not put up with anyone stealing my own literary art. I would seriously hurt someone for that.
I plan on speaking to my prof about this. I mainly want to convey my own appreciation for everything that she has done for each of her students [includes moi], and that the lazy and careless students are not representative of who we are holistically as a class nor of who she is as an individual and a great instructor. She did not fail any of her students, but rather, a few jerks in class failed her.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Dora's Corner: Plagiarism is Still Plagiarism Even If You Didn't Mean To...: Literary Thief!
“Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Sacred Wood
(The above quote was Eliot's stint at humor, parody, and satire)
...Sadly, there remain too many people who think that they can copy another person's literary piece sans giving the originator(s) proper credit via a simple in-text citation and works cited bibliography of sorts. A story, a quote, a song, a poem, an essay, an idea, etc...it's all still flagrant plagiarism when you deny the appropriate and applicable credit be given to the original author of the work! By a simple and oh-so arrogant misdeed of stealing their work followed by an incredulously stupid action of not citing the work, you are denying someone who did all the hard work from receiving the proper credit that he or she deserves.
A thief by any other name is still a thief, and he wreaks of literary theft!
More on plagiarism and why I chose it to be today's topic post when I return...
― T.S. Eliot, The Sacred Wood
(The above quote was Eliot's stint at humor, parody, and satire)
...Sadly, there remain too many people who think that they can copy another person's literary piece sans giving the originator(s) proper credit via a simple in-text citation and works cited bibliography of sorts. A story, a quote, a song, a poem, an essay, an idea, etc...it's all still flagrant plagiarism when you deny the appropriate and applicable credit be given to the original author of the work! By a simple and oh-so arrogant misdeed of stealing their work followed by an incredulously stupid action of not citing the work, you are denying someone who did all the hard work from receiving the proper credit that he or she deserves.
A thief by any other name is still a thief, and he wreaks of literary theft!
More on plagiarism and why I chose it to be today's topic post when I return...
Self-Indulgence: Thanks For the #Fan-ta-bu-lous Evening!
...Happy #Saturday! Incredible evening last night
w/DPS co-workers #XmasParty2014...
Thx 2the fab D.J. 4the remixes:
w/DPS co-workers #XmasParty2014...
Thx 2the fab D.J. 4the remixes:
It was truly an incredible evening:
good food, great company of friends, and excellent music!
....................................................................................D.D.C.
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Dora's Corner: The Art of Matriculation! Then Comes Winter Interim!
“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.”
― Bernard M. Baruch
...Well, the end of the fall semester is just days from being over. "Finals Week," is almost upon us; however, there are a couple of classes that allowed students to take their final this week. So, that's two down for me, but two to go. And, let's just say that the angst, that is accompanied by the torture of preparing for exams, is hitting everyone hard; for me, it is especially hard. Not because of the studying required, because I can "hang" with the best of 'em, but because of those damned feelings I have been experiencing - the freaking melancholy. I am taking an honor's online course this winter interim, and I am excited for that; however, it does not really replace the actual interaction one has with other students and instructors. But, as I like to say often: "it is what it is!"
Regarding the winter course, it is going to be difficult because it is going to go fast, but I knew what I was getting into when I was asked to sign up for it...and when I agreed to it. If I do well, then good for me (and kudos to the awesome prof who is teaching the course), but if I fall flat on my face, then no one is to be blamed but me and my stupidity and overreaching ways. #ROTFLMAO
I will be writing a research paper for the interim course. I love to write so it will be fun, but it will be equally challenging as well because I have to start the research first by assuming the role of an instructor, per se. I have to come up with a survey, questionnaire, or form of communication with one student from each of the four courses I was enrolled in this fall (including my fall flex course). I was fortunate to have gotten the full cooperation of four students who I think highly of...not only because they are serious and studious, but because they are well-rounded individuals who appear to have their act together (my English prof would end up with an ear worm (sort of) if she read that idiom I just wrote...it's all good - it's just a blog, which is why I am also using contractions...my bad, dear prof.).
I must admit that the last student I needed from the computer-related night class that we took together, well, she was the most difficult to get to agree to this. Not because she did not want to at first, but because she is quiet, perhaps reserved, and because she did not accept my previous invitations to partake in group activities away from class (mostly study group activities). I love talking to people, and maybe the fact that I am too chatty made her leery of past invites. Again - I must say: "it is what it is!" The only thing that matters is that she is on board now, and she has especially complimented the awesome group of students who will be making the winter interim research paper easier for me to get through...knock wood.
Life is good, people are good...when you have the opportunity to have both, take it, and enjoy the hell out of it! ~ D.D. Carey
― Bernard M. Baruch
...Well, the end of the fall semester is just days from being over. "Finals Week," is almost upon us; however, there are a couple of classes that allowed students to take their final this week. So, that's two down for me, but two to go. And, let's just say that the angst, that is accompanied by the torture of preparing for exams, is hitting everyone hard; for me, it is especially hard. Not because of the studying required, because I can "hang" with the best of 'em, but because of those damned feelings I have been experiencing - the freaking melancholy. I am taking an honor's online course this winter interim, and I am excited for that; however, it does not really replace the actual interaction one has with other students and instructors. But, as I like to say often: "it is what it is!"
Regarding the winter course, it is going to be difficult because it is going to go fast, but I knew what I was getting into when I was asked to sign up for it...and when I agreed to it. If I do well, then good for me (and kudos to the awesome prof who is teaching the course), but if I fall flat on my face, then no one is to be blamed but me and my stupidity and overreaching ways. #ROTFLMAO
I will be writing a research paper for the interim course. I love to write so it will be fun, but it will be equally challenging as well because I have to start the research first by assuming the role of an instructor, per se. I have to come up with a survey, questionnaire, or form of communication with one student from each of the four courses I was enrolled in this fall (including my fall flex course). I was fortunate to have gotten the full cooperation of four students who I think highly of...not only because they are serious and studious, but because they are well-rounded individuals who appear to have their act together (my English prof would end up with an ear worm (sort of) if she read that idiom I just wrote...it's all good - it's just a blog, which is why I am also using contractions...my bad, dear prof.).
I must admit that the last student I needed from the computer-related night class that we took together, well, she was the most difficult to get to agree to this. Not because she did not want to at first, but because she is quiet, perhaps reserved, and because she did not accept my previous invitations to partake in group activities away from class (mostly study group activities). I love talking to people, and maybe the fact that I am too chatty made her leery of past invites. Again - I must say: "it is what it is!" The only thing that matters is that she is on board now, and she has especially complimented the awesome group of students who will be making the winter interim research paper easier for me to get through...knock wood.
Life is good, people are good...when you have the opportunity to have both, take it, and enjoy the hell out of it! ~ D.D. Carey
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Dora's Corner: HAPPY HOLIDAYS!: HAPPY THANKSGIVING DAY 2014!
Warm wishes for a beautiful holiday.
Gathering with loved ones and good friends.
Remembering those we lost, but the wonderful memories
and lessons each of them taught us;
especially that life is still awesome, and that
we have so much to continue to be grateful for every single day.
I especially remember Mama on this, her favorite holiday,
and the remarkable person she was;
she was simply...magnanimous and beautiful~
I strive to be like her.
Blessings to every one everywhere!
At the end of the day,
Thanksgiving is...
Family, community, fellowship, gorging and football.
- LOL -
And, hopefully in that order...
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Dora's Corner: Hicksville, U.S.A.: When Did That Happen!
Okay, here is my issue for the day...we were shopping at the local Academy (sporting good's store), and we were appalled at all the sad, awful music that was being played in the store. We visited both our local store in Midland and the one in Odessa - the same bad music at each store (ugh). 'Not sure if the music being played is on a loop, all I know is that it is country (really whiney country with a severe twang), and it is awful. Furthermore, and it saddens me to say, but the damned awful music is indicative of the (too many) hillbillies that have invaded west Texas. Geez, as if there weren't enough hillbillies in west Texas before the oil boom hit. The same oil boom that caused the massive influx of people from all-walks-of-life. The same oil boom that is raping our land, might I add.
I cannot wait to move from this forsaken place. The Permian Basin is the new Sodom and Gomorrah.
Anyway...the same rif-raf that Midland was trying (in vain) to prevent from invading their precious, Christian-right area when the idea of allowing a casino to be constructed in neighboring Stanton, are the same rif-raf that the oil-boom brought. Worse, the rif-raf that the casinos may or not have brought to west Texas would have been here for a few days of gambling then back to their respective homes would the visitors have gone. However, because of the oil boom, the rif-raf are here to stay for an undetermined amount of time. I guess the hillbilly music (and the HB peeps) will continue to plague our area ... at least we always have NYC as a second place to call home ... soon, I hope.
I cannot wait to move from this forsaken place. The Permian Basin is the new Sodom and Gomorrah.
Anyway...the same rif-raf that Midland was trying (in vain) to prevent from invading their precious, Christian-right area when the idea of allowing a casino to be constructed in neighboring Stanton, are the same rif-raf that the oil-boom brought. Worse, the rif-raf that the casinos may or not have brought to west Texas would have been here for a few days of gambling then back to their respective homes would the visitors have gone. However, because of the oil boom, the rif-raf are here to stay for an undetermined amount of time. I guess the hillbilly music (and the HB peeps) will continue to plague our area ... at least we always have NYC as a second place to call home ... soon, I hope.
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