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Cookiemoth, texture assignment, 2007

I'm JB. I love language. I can write something short, poetic, and somewhat powerful with relative ease when the mood strikes me, but, more often than not, it trails off in no time at all. I cannot, despite preconceptions of plot and development, carry a narrative forward without it becoming incredibly mundane or falling into a tangent. This is how I write. This is how I think. I have an idea, and move to follow through, but about mid-swing, I get distracted and change paths altogether, only for something almost totally irrelevant to be shifted into the main focus. This explains my love for certain authors, Douglas Adams in particular. He wrote in this very way. To make matters more severe, this cannot be solved by simply plotting out a specific concept, because I have always detested what educators call prewriting for being too inhibiting. I write most powerfully when I am just stricken with an urge to write, and if I were to ever prewrite at these times, I’d surely forget what had inspired me somewhere a long word association process.

I think in written English to a degree. When I hear a word, I often visualize it in my head. This visual affinity I have for words in conjunction with the awkward catalogue system my brain employs, allows for the most convoluted cross-references imaginable. Most people question the relevance of the things I say when inspired to change a topic of conversation, but that's because I naturally jump two or three steps beyond an immediate association. This can cause my writing to seem disjointed on some level, just as one could probably deduce from this one piece. My writings, my thought processes. They all go through elaborate metamorphoses.

Metamorphoses. I do love that word, in all its connotations. It is so much more organic and meaningful than most abstract nouns. It is plural by nature and denotes an undefined number of incalculable changes. It ebbs and flows. It branches, flowers, and produces ideas so very subtle and simultaneously thought provoking. It inspires personal thoughts and memories of a time when I was first discovering my artistic fervor. It recalls the simpler times of long past, while looking to the more complex and unpredictable future. It describes our transient universe, and ourselves. Its very meaning, in reference to one's own life is a juxtaposition. I often feel as though I haven't changed in my life, but compared to the tiniest universal tweaks and changes, I have, whereas compared to the changes this world has seen, perhaps I couldn't be more right.
 

For those of you too lazy to read all that...

I like:
-coffee -music -etymology -Queen Latifah -video games -soda -swords -history -linguistics -John Cleese -architecture -ice cream -ancient culture -talking -Nicole Kidman -daggers -philosophy -sex -pancakes -mexican food -Alan Rickman -thunderstorms -lesbians -geometric forms -fire -watching movies -silver -Michael Cain -1990's Nickelodeon -attractive men -wildlife

Tortuga, May 2009

I dislike:
-Steve Carell -children -coconut -Ben Stiller -snow -tourists -Will Ferrell -low ceilings -humidity -sand -falling -not having rhythm -glitter -diet or decaf anything -Nicholas Cage -washing dishes -people who can't speak english properly -queens -possums -brussels sprouts -fluorescent lights
 

Also, as an afterthought, I like this poem: