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Trying to Happy on up.

Published September 26, 2012 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

Tomorrow  I am subbing a Kindergarten class.  I know that I need to do a complete psyche flip, so I am planning to stay positive and keep my sunny side up.  Here’s how it’s going: 

Thank you, OverDrive Media Console for seriously compromising my cherub -like demeanor. I attempted to download something fun to listen to as I go on about my appointed rounds.  I was thinking something from the Children’s ebooks collection.  Overdrive has decided that it is no longer speaking to my iPod.  no problem, I’ll just get it on my android phone.  The overdrive app won’t let me download my title directly to the phone, so out comes the USB cord.  Now Overdrive says it’s format is not compatible with my phone. So, I go directly to the app and search -“Children’s”  Overdrive wants me to listen to Seduced by A Highlander.  I don’t think this, combined with the memory of “What an Alien wants” (yesterday’s editing job) will put me in the  right frame of mind to teach Kindergarten tomorrow. 

Not too early for the soapbox

Published September 24, 2012 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

By soapbox, I mean one one which to stand and commence to speechify, not one to add wheels and coast down a hill, derby fashion.

I’m glad I have the kind of life that allows me to make that choice.

One of the things that I regularly do in the morning is listen to the New York Times Audio Digest.  One hour of actual news is about all I can stand.

I usually listen to this on my way to teach, but on days like today where I have to self motivate, I listen to it while taking my morning trudge throughout the neighborhood.

A top story today is about the baby panda that died at the Zoo.

http://www.latimes.com/news/nation/nationnow/la-na-nn-mourning-baby-panda-national-zoo-20120924,0,3117812.story

I am indeed saddened by this story, but something in the NY times article made me think.

Because they are endangered, each baby is considered important.

To a certain extent, aren’t we, the human race also endangered? And as such, shouldn’t we be treating each of our babies as if they were the last baby panda?

For example:

( I know this is Fox News, but I originally read it in the Huffington Post, so there. )

http://www.latimes.com/news/nation/nationnow/la-na-nn-mourning-baby-panda-national-zoo-20120924,0,3117812.story

Although the story didn’t actually come out and say so, I got the impression that this child’s disappearance is being overlooked because they are just poor mountain folk from West Virginia.

It makes me think quite a bit about what’s happening in the world in general.

If I were one to be an active believer in conspiracy theories, I would attribute the public and political madness in the news in general to a mass cover-up for some kind of horrifying event like a meteor or giant stink-ray about to crush all human kind.

Thus we should began treating all of our cubs as if they are endangered.

And we’re back.

Post, Plug, you decide

Published September 19, 2012 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

This started out as a roundabout way to plug my book

But as I did a websearch for the picture I was looking for to tie into the plug (wow, that sounds weird)

I came across this: http://www.idscforlife.org/

My life is one big frozen burrito.

To plug my book, One Foot in The Door and other Short Stories

(In case you haven’t been paying attention, here are the details :

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/213296)

I was looking for the source of this picture:

This picture is relevant because the final story, Both Sides. Now is about a parallel reality in which our alter egos have their own lives right beside ours. There also exists a highly evolved set of humans who can see both sides at the same time.  They are revered for their wisdom. They look alike regardless of race so that they can be more easily recognized.

On our side of the existence, they are said to have Down’s Syndrome.

My brother did the cover art and was particularly inspired by the the anchor story of my collection.

In my research for this picture I came across the IDSC for Life page.

Check it out.

I wish I were as highly evolved.

So here we are.

Published September 18, 2012 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

My father has a great way with words. He once described someone as behaving like a blind dog in a meat locker.

Think about it for a moment.

That’s exactly how my brain feels right now.

I have so many projects I can jump on right now and I don’t know which way to go.

I know, it’s an embarrassment of riches.

I’m going to take a moment to enjoy my embarrassment.

I worked on my fantasy fiction that I hope to publish by mid-October.  I have a lot more to write, but I’m at least heading in the right direction for an exciting change.

I sent information so that I may be able to cover English classes later this semester.

I started working on removing the top layer of cat yak on the floor by the back door, thus improving the odor of the house. (BTW Fabulouso is an amazing product.)

I did half of the dishes.

I did an hour of slow walking and twenty minutes of hard exercise.

I have been asked to edit and rewrite some more short stories.

I now have time to just sit and relax.

There are things I want to write and the book I am reading is getting to the don’t put  it down stage.

I am even pretty excited about following up the strange dream and maybe pursuing a historical fiction stories.

Right now.  Things are pretty good.

I know, not nearly as funny as that time the elephant patted the roof of my car while I was at stoplight, but normal has it’s moments of appeal

 

Not completely odd.

Published September 18, 2012 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

The title is misleading.  I had a strange dream.  That’s not the weird part, because let’s face it when you have the kind of day to day circus that I have, which usually includes finding an euphemism for “tentacle sex” in the same day that you have to teach ten year olds how to sing a shopping list, strange is actually pretty normal.  And I take ambien. (Trust me, I’ve tried going without and I absolutely can not function on three hours of bleary sleep.)

The dream I had involved me driving to Denton to sit an interview because I had been shortlisted to be an Academic Fellow. (For she’s a jolly good?)  This fellowship would have me interacting with the Academia Nuts  somewhere in New England and one of the stipulations of the fellowship is that I would teach at various institutions in the NYC region.

This opportunity came about because of the research behind a ongoing writing project.  The project was only referenced a time or two and what I can remember is the actual story was a Historical Fiction and seemed to be geared towards the YA audience.  Apparently there was some groundbreaking research involved.  I can’t remember what specific time period, but I do recall it was American History.

That seems a bit broad, but it gives me a bit of hope.

I also recall asking if my Academic Fellow insignia could feature Cookie Monster.