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8/5/11

The Power of Vernacular: The First Official Publication.



Long-time-no-updates.sorry. I've been busy writing other stuff. Here's a glimpse at some of the stuff I've been doing. (Below is a posting I wrote for the company I'm interning for this summer:)

Unveiling the Gender Gap.
"Our wildly capable intern Leila reviewed “The Male Brain” and “The Female Brain” by Dr. Louann Brizendine. "
Have you ever wondered why women are more verbally fluent or how females seem to recall details of arguments that their male partners don’t seem to ever recall? These, (along with countless other gender-gaped conumdrums), have finally been answered!
Dr. Louann Brizendine’s literary masterpieces :“The Male Brain” and “The Female Brain”— work gently to unveil the once-elusive shrowd of illogical mystery behind female-wiring without compromising the basic-blueprinting behind a more jagged-edged jigsaw puzzle that is the male brain. In her “Male Brain” book, Dr. Louann effectively demonstrates through every phase of life, that the “male reality” is actually shockingly-different from the feminine one. Without forgetting to address even the latest psycho/nuerology breakthroughs— Brizendine uses her witty and refreshingly simplistic dialogue to reveal simple laws of nature—such as: a male-brain is mostly like a comprehensive problem-solving vat. For example, when men are confronted with a personal issue, they facilitate their analytical brain structures (rather than the more emotional ones of women), to devise a quick-effective solution. In addition, males also tend to feed off of competition—-males are, by nature, physically rough and instictually-consumed by personal rank and hierarchy. Also, (unsurprisingly) we learn that men’s cranial region devoted to sexual-pursuit is two and a half times larger than their female counterparts. (Also, due to the massive increase of testosterone in the male brain at puberty, men perceive others’ faces to be more aggressive.) Impeccably researched and at the cutting edge of scientific knowledge, this is a book that every man, and especially every woman bedeviled by a man, will need to own.
Now New York Time’s Best Sellers, Dr. Louann’s books offer two new comprehensive looks at the biochemical roller coaster that rules men’s and women’s lives down to the cellular level. They prove again and again to be user’s (and non-users) guides to new insight on the research about female vs. male brains and the neurobehavioral systems that make us unique. Even though the books are referenced like works of research, Brizedine’s down-to-earth writing style is fully comprehensible. While Brizendine provides fascinating looks at specifics—like the complex life-cycle of a woman’s brain from birth to birthing (“Motherhood changes you because it literally alters a woman’s brain-structurally, functionally, and in many ways, irreversibly”) to menopause (when “the female brain is nowhere near ready to retire”) and beyond; it’s refreshing to know that at the same time, Brizedine proves she is not above covering the basics.
Although Brizendine establishes that males and females are starkly different on a cellular level— we still prove quite capable of possessing both male and female qualities. For example, I’m willing to bet that you have no shortage of personal examples of women you know who would start world wars over coffee or would have no quams over slitting a few throats in a boardroom. And believe it or not, there are also plenty of examples of men who are gentle and nurturing and care more about the environment and poverty for the earth and its inhabitants.
Interestingly, for the first time in history, more women occupy the working world than their male counterparts. Currently, females make up fifty-three percent of the professional /managerial positions. So what’s causing the shift? Recent studies prove that if women’s values were more widely accepted, the world would be a far kinder place. We would understand our profound interdependence, and know that the good of one is inextricably bound to the good of all others. It’s completely understandable considering humanity’s sick of an ego-based environment that always leads to testosterone-spurred warfare leaking with old money and dirty politics. For years the majority of the female population is aware of the fact that these manly-values have inevitably driven our society into the dirt (eventually making life unlivable for future generations.)
For example, did you know that over ninety-percent of incarcerations are male? As Bezentine proves, males are programmed to act on behalf of their aggressive nature. The male hormones, androgen and testosterone combined with physical strength and toxic male-cultural mandates such as the societal conditioning of men to avoid tender feelings creates an evolution of an economic system that rewards competition rather than co-operation. These factors, along with others, have fused in such a way that muted aggressors translated from a patriarchal society has ultimately atrophied humanity’s skills of relations, spirituality, and emotional perspective that would facilitate actualisations of productive communication and problem-solving practices.
So what would the world look like if the world was run by women? Well, for one thing, world leaders might open conferences with peaceful questions instead of antagonizing accusations. For example, we might hope to mimic the peaceful Masai tribes of Africa and greet each other with one of their simple greetings—“How are the children?” Interestingly, most of these Musai leaders are mothers, so their ambitions were centered around the well-being of their “children”—rather than personal gain and political “ladder-climbing”. If a Musai leader could not answer with the expected response: “The children are well,” she would start formulating a plan during the conference in which the world where her “children” lived would be suitable for their needs.
While it remains to be said that the world still needs both male and female energy (both yin and yang) to remain a whole personality. We need the male courage, power, protection and frankness to balance out the female nurturing, listening, feeling, taking in and holding. With that being said, the world still has been extremely overwhelmed with aggressive energy for too long. What is happening now in the global power shift—is more of a strive for balance. Either way, Dr. Brizentine’s books are inspiring and more than informative (while still incorporating cutting-edge scientific knowledge) making these books a beachside read that every man, (and every woman bedeviled by a man), needs to read!

6/24/11

Violator of the Poetic Arts.




So I got back some "work" back from my professor the other day...I've discovered I'm very bad at poetry...

THE FOLLOWING IS ACTUAL REAL-LIFE FEEDBACK (UNFILTERED) FROM PROFESSORS CONCERNING MY "POETRY". VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED:


"L-
This isn't quite the level I'd like to see you performing at. The sentiment I won't quarrel with, but its presentation really isn't artful. It's much more like a greeting card than a work of utterance. I know you have it in you to do strong, complex work. I'll need to see your "Block, Pillar, Slab, and Beam" assignment very soon please. I really don't want anymore of the abstract expression or deep emotional feeling stuff for awhile--you need to work long and hard to learn how to handle that. It's not like the material is forbidden in all cases. It's more like we need to practice making a sandwich before we attempt a souffle."


"L-
I want you to try a poem that is primarily descriptive, all of the rhetoric and wisdom and praise business you have going on herte is still a bit beyond your reach. Build towards it. You need to work in description, images, concrete stuff. Look at Marianne Moore's work, I want another poem at the same level of artfullness as your "Me"/running poem."


"L-
The poem is very haunting, the scene, the mood, even the rhyme all conspire to make a dreamlike encounter. I love the passion and energy of your writing but be careful not to let your langauge lapse into a yester lexicon."


On that note V-readers: the following "poem" is a half-hearted attempt to meet the very unclear and vaguely verbose demands of a college professor...




OCEAN-EYED THOUGHTS.

My grey matter’s hyper-wanderings have distinct personalities; exactly the same twice the same about the flecked river;
they are born, they live,and then die as a sunset is always a different flavor-bursting and pulsing in a cadence of heartbeats.

Morphing every hemisphere: spunk-infused quirk.
With tilted-head the Universe of bitten-cuticles assembles a double helix: code manifested puzzle-creating an erotically breathing mural.

Shuffling profiles in a modified familiarity:
I mine for the model of a moment.
Yet for such a stare- I could not recall a hue!

Immense ocular complexities whisper so much truth that everything becomes a lie:
Sunsets, like virginity, can never be sold twice.

So I thirst for stability in a reality pot-marked with rage;
but the only thing of certainty is unrelenting change.

Morphology: an untamable beast I insist to adorn
with cage and a titanium leash.

Flitting beneath an amorphous veil of intangibility;
held by a gaze that’s everywhere in a nowhere-
but I share a hunger that’s well-kempt for squelchy traits so foreign and fair.

A melting visualization in primordial stone (without the neccesary heat)
--Is like feathers made of scales flying with limbs that consistantly fail.

Bobbing in and out,
to tend to those ceaselessly-consumed sandcastles oozing salty drool;
I float with a current
permeable as leather skin.

That passive grit of sand--
bejeweled by waves of opals
(that crashy splash, with crashy splash)
It banishes me with scaley-feathers to wander idly
through tidal waves of irises
--absorbing only the nocturnal depth of a cornea.

6/23/11

VOMITROCIOUS.



The mere idea is stomach-churning: creating food from human feces.
We can thank your friendly Japanese researchers for this new-found "Brave New World-esc" bio-friendly/economical diet option. They have synthesized meat from proteins found in people's CRAP, (according to news reports.)
While the concept of chowing down on steak derived from poop may not exactly be appetizing...there's a more pressing question: is this meat safe?
In theory, yes, experts say. (* But the meat must be cooked, which will kill any noxious pathogens before you eat it.)
"In the food safety world we say, 'don't eat poop,'" said Douglas Powell, a professor of food safety at Kansas State University. "But if you're going to, make sure it's cooked."
The Japanese researchers isolated proteins from bacteria in sewage. The poop-meat concoction is prepared by extracting the basic elements of food — protein, carbohydrates and fats — and recombining them.
The meat is made from 63 percent proteins, 25 percent carbohydrates, 3 percent lipids and 9 percent minerals, according to Digital Trends. Soy protein is added to the mix to increase the flavor, and food coloring is used to make the product appear red.
The researchers came up with the idea after Tokyo Sewage asked them to figure out a use for the abundance of sewage in mud, Digital Trends says.
Powell is not familiar with the researchers' method, but said he guesses that they are first heat-treating the sewage before they reap its resources.
Powell said the idea is not all that different from eating plants that have been fertilized with manure or other excrement, because the nutrients in the poop become part of the plants.
"Theoretically, there's nothing wrong with this," Powell said. "It could be quite safe to eat, but I'm sure there's a yuck factor there," he said.
However, Powell said there is the potential for cross contamination in the laboratory where the poop meat is made. That's why it's a good thing the meat will eventually be cooked.
But what if the final product was not going to be cooked?
"I wouldn’t touch it, " Powell said.
Pass it on: Meat made from poop is safe, but you should cook it before you eat it.

6/22/11

Very-Much Needed Reality Checker: Articles that Challenge Our Sense of What is Real.


"...fashion being an equation, poetry is geekier math. "

- We are actually discussing a semi-worth-my-time poem in my analysis class..really made me think a bit. enjoy.

A DISH OF PEACHES IN RUSSIA


With my whole body I taste these peaches,

I touch them and smell them. Who speaks?


I absorb them as the Angevine

Absorbs Anjou. I see them as a lover sees,


As a young lover sees the first buds of spring

And as the black Spaniard plays his guitar.


Who speaks? But it must be that I,

That animal, that Russian, that exile, for whom


The bells of the chapel pullulate sounds at

Heart. The peaches are large and round,


Ah! and red; and they have peach fuzz, ah!

They are full of juice and the skin is soft.


They are full of the colors of my village

And of fair weather, summer, dew, peace.


The room is quiet where they are.

The windows are open. The sunlight fills


The curtains. Even the drifting of the curtains,

Slight as it is, disturbs me. I did not know


That such ferocities could tear

One self from another, as these peaches do.


-Wallace Stevens

6/17/11

Poem of the Day: Turn and Cough







Limbs-locked,
coiled thick in tendriled-rope;
devoured by your lucid eyes --those hazel microscopes!
Stitches burst open,
weeping silky lies unbound.
Giggling irises seem bright
--(till you hear them speak) cuz light travels faster than sound.
So page by page; we diligently dig
--releasing quite a gale.
my bottomless pit digest’s it’s sin;
and with vodka’s help; those whispers are served pale.
It can’t be stitched-up; murmuring it will wallow--
till you breathe in that place,
nestling deeply in those raw-hollows
beneath that willowy armor yet consoled by melodies of pot-marked truth,
For faith includes believing beyond any power: reason,rhyme or proof.
And so I remain crippled,dazed yet contently aloof...
...listlessly hammering (paralyzed and bruised).
Under the general-anesthesia...
.....my heart forever musters of you.

6/7/11

Vidgey-Vacations and Vegete Ventures







FRIDAY.Friday. Gotta get down on Friday. (HA.Yeah, right.) <-----(click on the comment in parenthesis)
AHHHHH..Nothin' like riding the subway home from work after yet another "rowdy" (negative connotation) week with nothing to look forward to but a lonely 48 hours; overflowing with the prospect of laundry and solitary writing. I enviously eyed the general buzz wafting through my subway car; absorbing the electric chatter of home-bound school children and Wall-street twenty-somethings. Heck, even the corporate-zombies' with pre-maturely-creased eyes were dribbling positive vibes!ugh.
"110th street. Next stop is 116th: Columbia University."
Awkwardly stumbling out the car, I walked into the blinding sunlight pouring down the bruised subway staircase. Having absolutely no plans, I slugged through groups of boisterous frolic; finally lulling to a stop at 113th street. 'Change light. CHANGE.'
Just then a robotic-voiced lady screeching from the depths of purse announced, "Message from: VIDG-STER."
(I'm still a little creeped out that my free piece-o- shit phone from Verizon actually speaks words.)
Anyway, long story short... Vidgester randomly invited me over to her house for the weekend. SCORE.
The next morning I woke up and had a much better subway trip to Penn Station. Once I figured out my train info, I waited in the NJ Transit waiting area.
So, this image I encountered stepping of the Jersey Transit will NEVER escape my memory.EVER. A shades-on Laura Vigilante, blasting "Born This Way" from the driver-seat of a yellow convertible bug.
After spending an adventurous weekend with Vidgster and the family, I was actively paying for a weekend of frivolity in the computer lab. Purfusely sweating, having just sprinted from the subway from work and already ten minutes late for class, I was trying to print my homework for class in Lerner computer lab...when naturally, I noticed this cute guy sitting next to me. However, due to my lateness, I quickly forgot about his presence.
"Damn- ittttt!" I exasperatedly hissed.
The freakin' printers would conveintly decide to not work now...ughhhh
Banging on computer keys while listening to Eminem under my noise-canceling headphones, I hardly noticed the cute guy leave.
FINALLY. My papers were printing. There is a god.
Frantic with hyteric adreneline and caffiene, I shoved my various belongings into my tattered bag. Suddenly the computer lab door opened again, and the cute came right at me...he dropped a piece of folded noteboook paper on top of my books and swiftly left. Startled and slightly puzzled, I froze just looking at the crumpled piece of paper that I hastily smushed in my pocket. Later, during my 4 hour poetry class (we discussing a poem about a debatably symbolic trout...for 2 hours. NOTE: sometimes a fish poem is just a fish poem, people!) I un-crinkled the luke-warm paper wad. It read:
"Hey.
I didn't know how to start a convo. with a stranger in the comp. lab (you looked mad ha).My name's Green-Eyed God (whoa, chill out people...obviously this is just a self-contrived nickname for GEG's privacy concerns.)I think you're ridiculously cute. I'm here for class on Mondays and Thursdays. Shoot me a call or text if you would ever wanna grab lunch or dinner!(phone number here)
-Green-eyed God
WOW.Moneyinthebankkkkkkk!
I sent him a text and we met for dinner the next night(which was awesome.) Since then we've had a series of (in my opinion) hilarious adventures!Hopefully I'll get to share them with ya'll before summer's over...work's been overwhelmingly(but enjoyably) demanding (don't forget the head-bang-against-the-wall poetry analysis classes ha). On another note, I"M BACK ON THE RUNNING TRAIN (aka I'm in a more positive mood than usual haha.)
Anyway...PEACE OUT.
-L

5/28/11

Vacancy: Heart for Rent.




Remember the day you realized that santa wasn't real?
That you couldn't, in fact, be 'Batman' when you grew up?
Remember the day it hit you that your parents are just regular people laden with mortal flaws and vulnerabilities (no different than the other twenty-five billion people of the world?)

Ugh well guys, sorry, today was one of those days.Bare with me, and prepare for a rant. Everyone has a dark side. Even
the people you love (especially the people you love.) Wanna learn a helpful trick? If you ever find yourself confused on whether you really love someone, or wanna find out if someone really loves you... ask yourself: "Does this person KNOW my flaws? If they do, then do they accept them and love you just as you are: even your idiosyncrasies and annoying tendencies? Try it. It works.
Unfortunately, I already tried it and quickly got the answers to my questions…some were kinda obvious, some were quite eye-opening and I didn't want to hear it hah...but I'm glad I understand now.

However, one concept that completely baffles me, (for the most part..there's a few exceptions), I really tend to love and accept everyone just as they are. I mean it just makes sense! How could I not? Even my own mortal face is grotesquely riddled with sin and deformity! Who am I to decide that a person doesn't deserve my love and acceptance?I'm no better then he/she is.

I don't know if it's just a northern thing or what, but these days, I've noticed that most people categorize an act of kindness or generosity as a sign of weakness or manipulation(aka being a "doormat" or doing something cuz it's "a means to an end".) To wear an open heart nowadays is a very brave/dangerous/debatably-stupid thing to do. It's a double-edged sword. Although your compassion for the ones you love is an everlasting power; deeply and irrevocably woven into your essence … so is the gut-wrenching pain of knowing your offered heart is listlessy-tossed aside, it's thirst never quenched; forever doomed to wander through hollow spaces left by empty promises that are now only haunted by the distant echos of a fond memory.....

Forever light and love,
-L