Writing Starts Now: Great detail writing.

So, I decided I need to find my love for writing again so everyday I'll be writing something on this blog. For now I'll stick to creative writing excercises and spare you my ramblings. Maybe ya'll can try them too! Enjoy! 


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Writing prompt #1:  
Think of something in your room. Look at it. Now close your eyes and remember as many details as you can for three minutes. Now describe in as greatest detail as you can.  Go!
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The Starship enterprise. It sits a top of my television set.  It's a holder for a disc but it reminds me of so much more. It's a symbol for the hopes and dreams and aspiration of humankind. The never ending journey into the unknown.  The shape is familiar to most.  From left to right you start of with the saucer section. A disk like part of the ship that houses crew quarters, the main bridge and other unbeknownst sections of the ship. It's a light grey color and in the middle of the saucer there lies a smaller circle, a bump if you will that sticks out from the hull. This is the main bridge. It's sleek circular shape is emblazoned with the designation "USS Enterprise NCC-1701" the sleek design is accented with Starfleet insignia--red and gold arrows on the sides of it. The subtle lined and plated texture gives the ship a feel like it was put together in a ship yard and not from a mold. A couple of black dots on the ship represent the phaser banks that are used for defense.  At the end and bottom of this plate you find a neck.  It's angular and connects the saucer section from the main hull--an oblong section that houses the engineering section and to which the warp nacelles are attached.  Directly under the saucer section and the neck while still connected you have the main deflector dish. This dish is a brilliant blue color and it sinks in like a crater on the moon. The crater itself has indentations in it that gives it a striated appearance.  The lower hull is also emblazoned with the Starfleet insignia across its sides and a red stripe goes across it. The warp nacelles are cylindrical and are attached to either side of the hull towards the back.  They too have blue tips and are indented.  This ship--this magnificent ship that went from the mind of Gene Roddenberry to the silver screen to the hearts of millions around the world now represents what it's name means: Enterprise. The enterprising spirit of the human race--the race into space--and to be cliche--to boldly go where no one has gone before.  *cue theme song*

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That was terrible! But I'm sleepy and I was determined to write something, anything. I'll see ya'll tomorrow! Give it a shot! 

Bodybuilding

No one understands the bodybuilder. No one understands why a seemingly sane person would put themselves through weeks, sometimes months of intense training and dieting. Training and dieting that pushes the person to the limits, drives them to the edge of sanity. No one one will ever understand why we revel in workouts that drive our body to failure, that leaves us grasping our legs in pain, with tears and sweat running down your face, pain shooting through the muscle fibers, blood dripping from old scabs--no, battle scars--blood dripping from old battle scars. No one understands why we eat the same thing day in and day out. Why we constantly mix powders, pop pills, drink liquids. Pre, post, intra, are all just prefixes to the outside world. Catabolic and anabolic are equally as estranged.

No one one will ever understand the lows you hit while carb depleting and doing two or three a days. Nobody. No one one will get why you eat a chicken breast and brown rice while everyone else is having pizza.

"One slice won't kill you" They'll say.
"One beer won't matter" they'll say
"You can work it off tomorrow" they'll say.

But you remain strong and turn it away and no one understands.

No one understands.

No one understands except your brothers at arms. A brotherhood forged not by friendships or allegiances--hell, you might not even like these guys. But you understand, and you respect them.

Because they understand.

They understand the long weeks and months of training. They--or should I say we--understand the training. The hours that turn to days, the days that turn to weeks, that weeks that turn to months  the months that turn into a lifestyle.   There are no off days for a bodybuilder, and even a cheat meal is bitter sweet as you wonder about what your competition is eating.

We understand the insanity it takes to compete in a sport of myths and legends. Mortals with Herculean physiques crafted--not given--with painstaking dedication and toil. 

We understand that every muscle fiber we feel tear is a microscopic advance in our war to grow or get defined. Every drop of sweat and blood a wink from your body telling you you're doing something right.  The scars on our legs and the callous on our hands aren't deformations or something we want to fix. They're a badge of honor and integrity a memento of the work we've put in and will put in.

The liquids, pills and powders aren't cheats they're the foundation. Pre-, Intra-, and Post- aren't prefixes they're the key, the tools that help us carve our physique.  The catalyst, fuel, and cure for our plight, our disease.

We understand the lows of carb depletion and water deprivation.
We understand the highs of victory!
The smell of protan isn't disgusting. It's the smell of victory. Whether you place or not, your presence on that stage after months of work is your victory.

But oh, what a feeling to hold up that trophy after your names been called and what a feeling it is when your name isn't called. A constant tug of war of emotions culminating on a stage in front of hundreds, yet so very alone with yourself.


"One slice won't kill you? One beer won't hurt? You'll work it off tomorrow"
The words of someone who's an outsider.
They think "no difference"
but you know better.
Your competition knows better.
The pizza can wait.

The outside world doesn't understand.
Hell, sometimes, we don't understand.
But we understand the passion, the desire, the work and dedication it takes.
We understand.

When no one else does.
We do.

Train hard.
Get big.
Have a great 2011 Season.

"All of time and space, everything that ever was or ever will be... where do you want to start?"

Where would you go if you could go anywhere? Anytime? One condition, it has to be amazing. Where do you want to start?

End or beginning?

Today, I sit on the edge of my seat. I await a woman, in an office, to determine what I'm gonna be doing for the next year (at least). Due to certain circumstances, she has decided against renewing my probationary teaching certificate. Without a teaching certificate I can't teach, so essentially I'm out of a job. That is, unless I can convince this lady to renew my certification and in turn give me my job back.

     But as I sit here and wait for her to decide to get back to her office, I wonder if I should even bother. Do I really want to be back in the classroom another year? Sure, I could use the money. Hell, I need the money. I have a bloody high car payment to make! Not to mention a certain lifestyle that I've been accustom to. Which entails ridiculous spending and no saving--okay, maybe that's not the best reason to keep my job.  But also, I want to teach literature, maybe ESL isn't exactly the best way to do that, but everyone has to pay their dues. Everyone has to start somewhere, and this is my somewhere.

    On the flip-side, it's kind of a release.I mean, I did want to get out of Laredo, and I do want to go back to college full-time, maybe this is where my life is supposed to go right now. Maybe, taking a break away from teaching and from the pressures of it will reinvigorate me. After all, let's face it. I've been in a bit of a rut as of late. Maybe this is the kick in the ass that I need to finally get my ass in motion. To pursue what I really want to to be a professional dancer. Wait, no, that's not me. I mean, being a professor of English and writing for a living. How can I possibly write the next Harry Potter if I can't find the bloody time to write!?  It's not like I don't have options, after all.  I could retake my certification exams and become a personal trainer, I know Gold's and rock would hire me, and I'm pretty sure I'd be a shoe in at Olympus. Then I could move up north, and get clientèle somewhere else. I'm sure I could do well in Austin.

      My only pressing concern is my car payment. It's a bitch and a half, and I don't want to ruin my mom's or my own credit.

I guess things will work out in their own way. They always do.

In Faith, Hope, and Love,


Luis A. Ramirez

Escape

Do you ever feel...trapped?
It's like your stuck in a place, stuck in a routine, a rut, a recurring dream, and you can't get out.
Do you think it's the city, your family, your friends, your responsibilities, your own fears?
What's really keeping you here, that is assuming you think you want to escape?
What's keeping me here?
As the days progress, I find myself struggling more and more to answer that question.  Yeah, I have friends, and a life, and a family, and things I do here. But what is it, really that has kept me from advancing in my life.
I'm not doing bad, by any means. In fact, I consider myself pretty bloody successful. At 24 I have a career, a car, and I haven't knocked up anyone or acquired an addiction to anything. I workout, a lot. I'm healthy.I have great friends and I have great family. On paper, that sounds like a pretty good life to me.
The problem is, that it's comfortable.
Alright, well, It might not be a problem to you, but it's a problem to me.  There's a very fine line between comfort and complacency. At this juncture of my life I feel like I've become complacent. Stagnant. My old boss, Tony DLG used to always say that if you're not moving forward, then your moving backwards. And I never really understood it until now. 

tbc.

Ye Ole England Blogs (Summer 08)

Stratford-Upon-Avon.

It's the place where William Shakespeare was born. It's one of the top tourist sites in all of England and it's a place that has come to be one of the most significant places for many writers and students alike. It was a sort of surreal experience going to the place where THE William Shakespeare was born, raised, and eventually, laid to rest. Most of us here are English majors and have a vast appreciation for what Shakespeare did for literature, theatre, and English culture/history. So it goes without saying that this was one of the most anticipated excursions of the entire term here. It's a pretty remarkable thing to see. To look at your classmates and literally see the passion, appreciation and love that they share for what this man did and for the trade that they are pursuing is truly an experience in itself. Sure we've all cursed William Shakespeare when we've been stuck at home reading instead of doing something else or when long essays or research papers have been due, but to visit the place where a legend was born and died is surreal. It didn't really hit me until I was in the church and staring at the place where he is buried. I mean, William SHAKESPEARE lays buried there. I was seriously awestruck. I guess its just admiration or respect. But it's something that bonds us with so many that have visited his birth site and grave. Writers, poets, and countless of tourists have all shared the common bond of a visit to Stratford-upon-Avon.

Ricky Tomlinson

The comedy show was hilarious! I loved it. The guy in the middle definitely stole the show. I had been warned by people about the English humor and how we might not understand the humor or the accent but seriously, this was right up my alley. The theatre was amazing and the crowd was alive and riveting. The "German" act was pretty funny but there was way too much…um…exposure. Let's just leave it at that. It's pretty cool to see comedy from another country it's really not that difference. Also, Al Capone's Pizza has delicious food and it's cheap! Delicious + cheap = Awesome.

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So today we went to Wakefield Cathedral and to Sandal Castle. Something that really caught my attention about this cathedral was that it was still a working cathedral. It is still used for services despite its age and everything that it's been through. It's not as magnificent as a Westminster Abbey or anything but it still, like so many things in England, a great source of history, pride, and culture. I know that Dr. Lindberg found it pretty interesting that it was a working church as well. Something that really caught my eye was the centerpiece of the chapel being Jesus without a beard. I found it odd because Jesus Christ is ALWAYS depicted with a beard. But he was clean shaven here. I asked our guide and he told me that it was really due to artist preference. The artist researched traditions back then and it can be assumed that only old men had beards, as a symbol of age and wisdom perhaps, and Jesus was only thirty some, so his assumption and belief was that Jesus didn't have a beard and therefore his portrayals of Jesus never have beards. I thought it was a pretty cool tidbit of information.

Sandal Castle looked like a huge disappointment at first but turned out to be one of my favorite places so far. The view was amongst one of the most spectacular things that I have seen in my life. It was very tranquil and serene and it made me feel really lucky to have been given the opportunity to come on a trip like this. Which reminds me, I have to mail out those post cards. Whoops. I have a terrible memory. I'll do it on Monday. I swear. Someone remind me.

Cricket

This was seriously one of my favorite excursions so far. It was really too cold during the game but I loved the tour and the walk to the cricket grounds. It was great. I definitely want to jog it a few times while I'm here. But anyway, back to the excursion: The tour that we got of the facilities was pretty awesome. Seeing the training going on and the interest and enthusiasm that these people have for this sport is uplifting. I played high school football and it reminded me of the same enthusiasm that we had for our team back in the day. We were given complete VIP treatment, we met the broadcasters and saw some players and apparently it's a pretty big thing. The excitement on Rachel's face was priceless. She even called her brother to brag about it. It was great. I particularly liked the rugby grounds. I would have LOVED to seen a game of rugby. One of our guides/coaches was an ex-professional rugby player. He seemed like a pretty small guy but then again sports have changed from back then. The game itself was pretty cool I enjoyed it and I would have stayed longer if I hadn't worn jeans with a HUGE hole in them. It seemed like they weren't giving it their all though. But then again, I wasn't on the field. The game of cricket was a little different from what I expected and was definitely a big change up from the sports that we're used to in the states. It wasn't as intense I'd say as what we're used to but I can see how a person could grow to love it. Something I found really interesting was the posters for the next game against rival Lancashire. It read "The War of the Roses" and portrayed nights in battle and presumably the two stars from either team "attacking" each other. It goes to show how intone with their history they are and how really the War of the Roses is still being fought today, only on a different field. Armor has been traded for uniforms and swords for bats, but when it comes down to it, the tension and angst and rivalry that runs through the blood of a nation is still as red hot as ever.

York

Well, the city of York is pretty amazing. It is the quintessential English village, in my opinion. I love the fact that it is beyond pedestrian friendly and has a vast area in the town centre that is only for pedestrians. This includes the market and local shops as well as chain stores and of course, Starbucks. Seriously, Starbucks and Café Nero are everywhere here. I love it though. I really wanted to get some cream tea at Betty's Tea since apparently it's the best thing in England—or something to that effect. I believe it too. The queue was ridiculous. I stood there for a whole three minutes, before I got really frustrated and decided to just go to Café Nero. They have pretty good tea there too. I am completely enamored with that town though. The cathedral was really nice. It's art and architecture was astounding as have the other buildings we've gone to. Our guide was pretty entertaining in his own right. He seemed so into his job and was really quite knowledgeable about everything. He didn't miss a step. That's another thing that's really impressed me with these guides that we've had so far. They know their history and the history of the place were they work/volunteer so well. Never ceases to amaze. The only regret on that day was that we didn't' have more time in York. I would have loved to experience the city a bit more and there was a haunted tour that I wanted to go on. Oh also, Mama Mia Italian restaurant is delicious! The garlic pizza bread and the Ravioli were amazing and everyone else's meals look just as good. And to top it off, it was really run by Italians! It was entertaining to see them speak in the stereotypical accent and take your order. It was definitely a family owned restaurant and the old Sicilian ways were evident throughout the establishment.

Castle Howard was ridiculous! When I found out it wasn't really a castle I was kind of disappointed but really wow the house is AMAZING. The rooms are spectacular, although I could have done without a lot of the commentary….or being in line behind old people. The grand entrance was great. Hell, the back entrance was great. It was picturesque—something you would see in movies and people actually live there. There are books there that are probably older than some cities in the US. The fact that they had peacocks just strutting the stuff around was pretty great. I met this crazy old lady who apparently has peacocks in her house and knows the bird call for them. It was then I decided to go back inside and have a cup of tea with Rachel and Erica. I've really grown to love tea. I must have at least three cups a day of it. I think I've spent more money on tea than I have on souvenirs. I'm kind of addicted to it now. I really wish we would have had some more time to spend in York though.

Armley Mills

So today we visited the Armley Mills Textile Factory turned museum. It wasn't as exciting as many of the other things that we've visited but it was pretty interesting at some points. It was interesting to get a glimpse back into history by watching "Bygone Leeds". The dark room wasn't such a great idea considering I had only slept a few hours but all in all it was a pretty funny film. I couldn't get over the women's race. It was pretty hilarious. I mean, they're wearing skirts and I think they were wearing heels and speed walking to the finish. Makes me wonder if it was unsightly to see women run back in those days? I don't know. People get crazy ideas in their heads—especially back in those days. Old school track and field was still pretty athletic. Considering it was time before gyms were prevalent and steroids were unheard of—these Englishmen were pretty athletic. It surprised me. But I digress. The mill itself was an interesting bit of history. It filled in some gaps of information about how clothes are made and all. That's not to say that I spend my time pondering the creation of fabric, but it's crossed my mind a time or two. I'm just glad they don't use urine to matte the fibers together anymore. We'd be one stinky group of people I'll tell u that much. It's interesting looking at all the old cameras and comparing them to the digital ones that we have now. It's a pretty big leap I'd say.

The real highlight of my day was Kirkstall Abbey. Aside from it being pretty chilly it was an astounding place. Stepping foot into these buildings never ceases to amaze me. They are simply breath taking. A humorous note though: the guide kept referring to the monks focus on simplicity and how they wanted to get back to God. But I really couldn't see the simplicity in a building that's about seven times the size of any church in Laredo. I mean, if that thing was simple, I would LOVE to see the extravagant Abbeys in the day. That thing was huge. I also wanted to get a monk makeover but I didn't have enough time. Oh well, next time…..next time

Consumed (working title)

I try to elude you

day after day

to escape your grasp,

Your spell. The incantation of your call

Alas, I fail.

and each day I fall

each day, I succumb

each day, you win.

You consume me.

Engulf me.

Your clutch.

Locked.

Still, I fight.

The linen battle lines drawn,

I unsheathed my sword

welcome your wrath.

Luis Ramirez
Written April 7, 2009