Bin Laden’s Daughter: A Reality Worse than My Imaginary Monsters

by on 2012/05/01 in (Re)blogging Delve in 2012

muslim_girl_180_180x200

Where were you a year ago when you heard Osama Bin Laden was dead?

I was in Dalaran (an imaginary city) spending my gold (imaginary money) at the Alliance (an imaginary political faction) auction house (an imaginary brokerage organization and economic system) when I began seeing URLs in ‘trade chat’ (an imaginary communication system for the imaginary citizens of the imaginary planet of Azeroth) to the very REAL WORLD breaking events. In other words, I was fully invested in my imagination while the Earth and Humanity – and the young, innocent, impressionable 12-year-old daughter of the World’s most famous terrorist – was witnessing the historically significant death of The Most Wanted of Wanted.

Read more on Bin Laden’s Daughter: A Reality Worse than My Imaginary Monsters…

2 Comments • Continue Reading →

In my head

by on 2012/04/30 in (Re)blogging Delve in 2012

voiceshead

I stop blogging when I get inside my head too much – or when I can’t stop thinking long enough to write out all of my thoughts. It’s an endless self-analytic process that oftentimes leads me down a tricky path straight into the clutches of self-doubt. I go brain-dead while trying to figure things out and then I end up in a whirring downward spiral of ‘what-if‘s and ‘if-I-could-change-the-past’s. My thoughts get stuck in my brain and I’m unable to spit them out and post them with any version of cohesion. While My Future is staring me in the face with annoying intensity, I can’t even use my most trusted medium (writing) to set my thoughts free. I’m fully stuck in my head contemplating.

Read more on In my head…

2 Comments • Continue Reading →

Topics of Random: My Dreams

by on 2012/04/11 in (Re)blogging Delve in 2012

20120411-022342.jpg

When I’m not an insomniac, I’m a dreamer. I dream intuitively as often as I dream symbolically, I’ve been known to dream with odd premonitory accuracy (it runs in my family) as much as I dream in random abstracts. I’ve learned to dream semi-lucidly, in part because my dreams are never not nightmares (except when I’m dreaming about dead people,) or to actively choose to dream from the point of view of an observer instead of a participant. My dreams, when I have them and remember them, are fascinating and intriguing and I constantly analyze them so as to classify them as “more real,” or “more symbolic,”  depending on the dream, itself.

Read more on Topics of Random: My Dreams…

2 Comments • Continue Reading →

Snap

by on 2012/04/01 in (Re)blogging Delve in 2012, The Lockbox

4-4

It’s a nightmare all over again. I’m dazed in madness… again, again, again. I either keep making the same mistakes or I keep misunderstanding how others interpret my actions or words. Somehow my words written in digital black and white, flat and void of emotion, translate into opportunities for assumptions to be made, applications of past and present personas – not mine – to be superimposed on what I have actually said, TYPED, in ‘Arial Narrow.’

Read more on Snap…

Leave a comment • Continue Reading →

Dear myself 20-years from now

by on 2012/03/26 in (Re)blogging Delve in 2012

20120326-173819.jpg

Writing about my life is in my blood – I started journalling when I was about 7 or 8 years old and have never stopped (even during ‘breaks’ from blogging, I’m still writing something, somewhere.) Back then my first journal was a red wide-ruled spiral-bound notebook in which I penned my thoughts using blue ink and cursive. My very first entry was an eight-line poem about a chair written in the middle of the night because I couldn’t sleep. The combination of insomnia, writing about my life and needing to solidify it in ‘black and white’ is as natural to me as breathing and stretches far into my past – and I hope, far into my future (sans insomnia, of course!)

Read more on Dear myself 20-years from now…

Leave a comment • Continue Reading →