Sunday, November 14, 2010

Friday, November 12, 2010

Martin High School Lip Dub

First of all, this is not my school, but it is a school in my school district. I thought the project was pretty amazing and definitely did it's job of promoting school unity.

Martin High School Lip Dub 2010 from Tricia Regalado on Vimeo.


More than 3,600 students and staff at Martin High School recently participated in Lip Dub 2010, a music video filmed in one take without any breaks or cuts. The project was an effort to increase school unity and school pride. Martin was the first high school in Texas to film a schoolwide lip dub and had the largest on record. Read more about the project in The Warrior Post or watch the video.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Crossroads

A girl finds herself at the place where three roads meet, and she knows that she must travel down one of them. One leads to academia - the school to be determined according to what can be studied and/or written in three months. This road makes the Dream more possible, but it also deters it for a while. One leads across the ocean to new beginnings and cultural experiences. This road leads to immediate almost-Dream fulfillment, mistake or not. That is, it isn't the Dream exactly, but it might lead to exact-Dream fulfillment. The last road is under construction. A stop sign posted at the end of the third road prevents the girl from truly going anywhere. This one is the road of stagnation built from the status quo, from complacency. It is definitely "the responsible choice" in a capitalistic terrain.

The girl hates the idea of stagnation, but is leery of the other two choices. She wishes someone or something would push her in one direction or another, but she knows that in order to really feel comfortable, she has to carefully consider them all.

Help.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Overheard: Polite dinner conversation at home

"Did you hear about the 18 month old baby that fell out of a window seven stories high in Paris?"

"Oh my God NO!"

"Oh no.. Sorry. I mean the baby's fine. She fell seven stories, bounced off of the awning over a door, and a man who happened to be walking by at that moment caught her. "

"What? Really?"

"I know. It's like something out of a damn cartoon."

Seriously. Look:

http://news.blogs.cnn.com/2010/11/02/baby-survives-7-story-fall/?hpt=Sbin

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Scratch

Holy shit. I feel the itch.

I'm pretty sure it means I'm crazy. "Well, we already knew that, " I hear you mock in that nasally, sing-song tone. Yes. Let's go ahead and confirm it. This is me - crazy as a flippin' wing-nut bat, entertaining the challenge to participate, once again, in NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month).

So, here's the hilarious bit: I've already lost the contest. The time honored rules of NaBloPoMo state that participants should write everyday during the month of November. Correction. Participants should POST everyday during the month of November. Today is November 2nd, so technically, I've already lost. Phew. That takes the pressure off.

"So why the hell try?" you inquire (again with the nasally bit.. Geez!). Here's why, genius: I have successfully stripped away every part of my life that is mine alone. I've stopped writing. I've stopped reading for pleasure (mostly). I've shortened my time on Facebook by turning on all of the privacy controls, including ones that allow other people to see my posts, thus dissuading me from wasting time on posting. I work, then I come home and work. Following that, I play with my son until he goes to bed, and then I lay out my clothes for the next day, make my coffee and lunch, and then collapse so that I can find some semblance of energy for the next day when I start it all again.

"Why have you done this to yourself?" you ask. (sigh) That's complicated, friend. I'm certain it has something to do with feelings of inadequacy and placed and/or misplaced priorities. Whatever. What I'm saying is that I'm making a pledge to allow for my well being (writing and reading in particular) to be a more important aspect of my life. I want to write. I love writing. I want to practice writing because I love to do it. Yes, that means that I will get griped at for choosing time for myself over time for my job/husband/kid. I'm fully aware of how that may appear to some people who would rather I prioritize my life differently. But hey, those people are going to tell me I suck anyway, so I may as well suck hardcore.

I vow to try to post as much as possible this month. I've already lost the contest, so that means my obligation is to myself only.

I like that idea, bat shit crazy or not..

Monday, November 1, 2010

Friday, November 12, 2010

Martin High School Lip Dub

First of all, this is not my school, but it is a school in my school district. I thought the project was pretty amazing and definitely did it's job of promoting school unity.

Martin High School Lip Dub 2010 from Tricia Regalado on Vimeo.


More than 3,600 students and staff at Martin High School recently participated in Lip Dub 2010, a music video filmed in one take without any breaks or cuts. The project was an effort to increase school unity and school pride. Martin was the first high school in Texas to film a schoolwide lip dub and had the largest on record. Read more about the project in The Warrior Post or watch the video.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Crossroads

A girl finds herself at the place where three roads meet, and she knows that she must travel down one of them. One leads to academia - the school to be determined according to what can be studied and/or written in three months. This road makes the Dream more possible, but it also deters it for a while. One leads across the ocean to new beginnings and cultural experiences. This road leads to immediate almost-Dream fulfillment, mistake or not. That is, it isn't the Dream exactly, but it might lead to exact-Dream fulfillment. The last road is under construction. A stop sign posted at the end of the third road prevents the girl from truly going anywhere. This one is the road of stagnation built from the status quo, from complacency. It is definitely "the responsible choice" in a capitalistic terrain.

The girl hates the idea of stagnation, but is leery of the other two choices. She wishes someone or something would push her in one direction or another, but she knows that in order to really feel comfortable, she has to carefully consider them all.

Help.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Overheard: Polite dinner conversation at home

"Did you hear about the 18 month old baby that fell out of a window seven stories high in Paris?"

"Oh my God NO!"

"Oh no.. Sorry. I mean the baby's fine. She fell seven stories, bounced off of the awning over a door, and a man who happened to be walking by at that moment caught her. "

"What? Really?"

"I know. It's like something out of a damn cartoon."

Seriously. Look:

http://news.blogs.cnn.com/2010/11/02/baby-survives-7-story-fall/?hpt=Sbin

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Scratch

Holy shit. I feel the itch.

I'm pretty sure it means I'm crazy. "Well, we already knew that, " I hear you mock in that nasally, sing-song tone. Yes. Let's go ahead and confirm it. This is me - crazy as a flippin' wing-nut bat, entertaining the challenge to participate, once again, in NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month).

So, here's the hilarious bit: I've already lost the contest. The time honored rules of NaBloPoMo state that participants should write everyday during the month of November. Correction. Participants should POST everyday during the month of November. Today is November 2nd, so technically, I've already lost. Phew. That takes the pressure off.

"So why the hell try?" you inquire (again with the nasally bit.. Geez!). Here's why, genius: I have successfully stripped away every part of my life that is mine alone. I've stopped writing. I've stopped reading for pleasure (mostly). I've shortened my time on Facebook by turning on all of the privacy controls, including ones that allow other people to see my posts, thus dissuading me from wasting time on posting. I work, then I come home and work. Following that, I play with my son until he goes to bed, and then I lay out my clothes for the next day, make my coffee and lunch, and then collapse so that I can find some semblance of energy for the next day when I start it all again.

"Why have you done this to yourself?" you ask. (sigh) That's complicated, friend. I'm certain it has something to do with feelings of inadequacy and placed and/or misplaced priorities. Whatever. What I'm saying is that I'm making a pledge to allow for my well being (writing and reading in particular) to be a more important aspect of my life. I want to write. I love writing. I want to practice writing because I love to do it. Yes, that means that I will get griped at for choosing time for myself over time for my job/husband/kid. I'm fully aware of how that may appear to some people who would rather I prioritize my life differently. But hey, those people are going to tell me I suck anyway, so I may as well suck hardcore.

I vow to try to post as much as possible this month. I've already lost the contest, so that means my obligation is to myself only.

I like that idea, bat shit crazy or not..