Communications Class

Well, that was a very short article that I just read (Glee Fandom and Twitter) Nevertheless, a show came to mind that may or may not coincide with this article, but I do want to talk about it. Spartacus, on HBO. It ended permanently. But there is still a huge fan base on Twitter. There is at least one actor who actually responds and interacts with his fans. I was blown away by that. My favorite character in the show didn’t respond and he lost my favor entirely. But this other guy, a lesser known actor was humble and gracious and responsive. That is how it should be. But then again, what if every actor responded on Twitter- would it be a free for all? Would the interaction be less special? Are the ‘higher’ ‘quality’ actors, the leads, more special than the others and should they ‘accordingly’, act as ‘gods’ who only have a face, but no voice and no participation to ‘the little people’.. Anyway, I think that this particular show did a great job in utilizing social media. Some were not as responsive as others, but over all- it worked. The show is canceled but it still has a huge following on this site.

Communications Class

Radio has affected culture by being at the stand point of a whole revolution. Radio was the first media technology to bring an entire country together. People in the music industry counted on the radio to play their songs, and from there, they made it big. Political protests via music from the 60’s and 70’s era brought people together, as it gave them a voice and something to relate to, fight for, and believe in. From there, other venues of media came out. To me, radio was the brain child. Honestly, it’s hard to say how radio will, or if it will stand the test of time and influence our future generations in a new way, but it could. I do see radio always being there. If something happens where we have a decline in technology for whatever reason, radio will be the stand by. Say the world is about to end and internet has a global crash, we’ll be turning on our radios to hear what’s going on! Other than that, it wouldn’t surprise me if radio media comes up with some highly creative new way of interacting with us, where we can interact back. Either way, radio still has a following. I listen to news radio regularly. Public radio is my forte. There is always something interesting to be said, and while on those long drives, where I am left alone with my thoughts, it’s nice to have my brain be stimulated a bit.

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You know those raw vulnerable moments in life? Maybe you are too raw to trust, too raw to believe in anything… But you hold on anyway… You hold on to a tiny invisible string. It’s you against the world, or so it seems… You can’t relate to anyone, and no one can relate to you- or so it seems… at that pivotal moment….

Your heart searches deep for something to hold on to. Faces you used to take comfort in have disappeared. You hold on to a moment that no longer exists…

Face to face with yourself. It’s just you with you… You think- what’s my next move? How do I even move? I feel stuck. I feel alone… Dreams have dissipated into the vastness of a forgetful wind…

Who am I? You ask yourself… Can anyone understand? Am I alone in this? You find what you are reaching for because you start to understand that what you are reaching for is the only thing that stands… Your faith, your heart, God… These things are solid… You begin to realize that even in the desolate moments of incompleteness, misunderstanding… of yourself and everything around you… this is what stands… Everything inside of you has a stand off. You look at yourself in the mirror and… you still don’t have the answers… but you find that hand… It’s God. Your body trembles and shakes as you come to the realization that without God- what else would you have? And so you hold on… You hold on to that…. You just hold on…

Remembrance of being on your knees

Imagine swimming in a bath of your very own blood. Being carried in the wind by a bucket of blacks and blues. Bruises of your soul. A chaotic prism of color and… sound. The storm subsides. Residue of magic stardust upon your fingertips. Your eyes opened wide. One can ponder on a storm having great merit. Would you walk through your fire again just to be who you were always purposed to be? Blood trickling down your eyes. Dried between weathered cracks and creases of a journey long ago embarked. Treks of remembrance. Pain, the only way to dig down deep.

  The world a place of smoke and mirrors. Everything that you see is everything that you are. Take a walk with me. Let me tell you a story. Take a bath in your own blood and tell me what you see. Would you walk through the fire again to be all that you can be? Would you hold the hand of hardship to be able to see the light of the world on the other side of your dark night? A world were the simple things are not so simple. And yet, they really truly are… that simple… Just imagine… the gift that life gives you when you dare to get down dirty raw and real- facing yourself and your fears in the very mirrors that were made up just for you.

This is the woman in me~

The colors of my soul…

The dark parts, where the sexiness hides.

All the sides I have tried to deny…

The most beautiful parts of who I am.

That deep abiding passion, the sensuality, the sadness, infinite melancholy, a tug and a kiss…

Swaying hips, and hair let down- the woman in me… she’s coming around…

She’s coming around…

The heart beats

Romantic rendezvous on a lover’s lane for 2. Enrapture my heart, like I know that you want to…

Let the limbs of your love encircle the beats that make this heart of mine aflame with life. Let euphoria abound in this heated world of mine… Take my hand into yours, twist a ringlet of my hair… your fingers call out to me, oh touch me if you dare. Just touch me… if you dare…

Romantic rendezvous on a lover’s lane for 2. There’s a spot waiting here for you. I know you’ve been searching, as I’ve been longing… just waiting here for you…

Spirit in the Wind

For me, there seems to be more certainty in the things that I cannot see, feel or touch, not in a tangible way at least. I am talking about the spirit in the wind. The spirit that drives every living soul, every living entity on this planet and beyond. It’s the magic and the wonder in the things that cannot be spoken by mere human tongue. So, in this way, there is no judgment or thought, nor, are …there decisions to be made, nor are there conclusions to come to…

I speak of the side of life that yes, we might question from time to time, but those questions have the ability to form the most beautiful sensations. We can never put an answer to such things, we just have to feel them. And we just know that what we are feeling is real, and it is true.

I like to get lost in such moments. Being out in nature, the quiet times, the connections made between people through traumatic and/or miraculous events, the simple beauty brought to life by the simplest of things. Nature. Humanity. And everything in between… There are worlds that we do not see within this world that we do see. Those unseen worlds can whisk us away, in such a way, that feeling overrides thought. The creative mind springs to life… And that is the only thing that matters, because, in actuality, that is the only thing that is real…

The Restless in Me

         I truly feel that if I were not the restless spirit- that I am- I never would have experienced the amazing things that I have experienced. My soul just

keeps on reaching. There are times when I just want a simple life, but the restless nature that I am, I want to experience all that life has to offer.

Not just the “simple” things, but the daring things, the scary things, the dreams of one’s heart …that will never settle until they are ventured into

and explored…

So I guess I desire and appreciate both. The simplicity of life “the easy things” and the daring feats of reaching those “impossible” dreams. Because

the truth of the matter is this; our hearts are restless for a reason. (My heart anyway) Life… with all of its heartache, its triumphs, its pain… the

chance to experience every facet of every detail, every emotion, discovering the beauty that lies within the cracks and the crevices of areas that

people don’t normally notice, because they don’t take the time to seek this beauty out…

The chances of failure and disappointment and fear, they are worth taking! To reach for what your mind calls “impossible” is certainly the most

valiant feat of all…

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I have come to question, and notice, a lot over this past year (particularly pertaining to my faith & religion).

One thing I have noticed is how many of the Atheists I have met and befriended are actually better Christians than so-called Christians are. So, it brings me to this: I think a lot of it is just the religion for most people it keeps them structured, maybe keeps their demons at bay; it’s self-serving in other words. I have come to really have a disdain for the religion part of it. Just a bunch of man-made rules and ways to not be free.

But God wants us to be free. To be who we really are, to not cast judgment on others and, therefore, we can be free of judgment!

It’s not a book, or a song, or a Sunday morning church service, or an “Amen” or a “Hallelujah-Prrrrraaaiise the Lord!” It’s about giving others the
freedom to be themselves it’s about being loving, just doing your best, and simply… having some faith!

Not trying to impress anybody~

You know those times when you go balls out? You take a chance- you lose yourself. The tests come, you are faced with challenges that seem to mount up like a great big wall. Critical thinking goes out the window- instead you’re clouded by all the thoughts and opinions of others. But where are your thoughts? What happened to your own unique creativity?

All of a sudden you’re just a face among the masses. A bunch of people who all act and think the same. Goes against everything that (I) believe. We can be one without being carbon copies.

“Competitive” inspirations do not mix. I get to the point where I can’t fully articulate myself to others. My voice gets shaded. Totally lost within that mix. It makes me want to scream! And once I get to that point- I remember… My own dreams…

It just kind of sucks that hardship happens to inspire me so much. lol… What the heck. Romance and love and nature inspire me as well. Of course I would much rather have a life where the only inspirations that I needed to articulate truth to people were romance and love…

But we need to hear the stories of hardship. That’s when we need the most help!