10.26.2008
M.A.S.H.
Names of movie stars and of my secret crushes lined up shoulder-to-shoulder on the page. Audrey’s chubby fingers, tattooed with ink, grasped the purple marker with an awkward pose. How many kids would it be? 1, 5, 8, 40? What job? Janitor, president, biologist, doctor? Sitting cross-legged on the carpet with my best friend from the 5th grade playing MASH, I allowed my future to blossom with petals of possibility and freedom. But giggling about my marriage to Leonardo DiCaprio on the top of a volcano in Hawaii and my full-time job as a skydiver, never could I have predicted who I am and will become. After graduation, I strapped my Sony HDV 1080i around my neck, stuffed minimal clothing into my twenty-pound hiking backpack, and resembling the Bactrian camels that I would discover roaming the Gobi desert in Mongolia, I took my life on my shoulders. Meditation in Tibet gave my mind a springboard into the pool of creativity. Relationships and film ideas, cultural exchange and knowledge filled my cup to the brim and then spilled over the edges. Not even the deadly rays tickling my blistering skin and violent sands of the Sonora desert could stop my determination to complete a study of Latino culture. However, the small wrinkles above my cheeks stretch their vines to the corners of my eyelids. My spine twists around my muscles upon sitting up in bed, and I arch my back into clicks and cracks to release the tension. I am not old, but I do feel my mortality. Even so, I am on my way to my greatest adventure of all. Every night I place the fluffy pillow inside my thighs to support my back. I crave peanut butter and oreo cookies. I stand naked, clothes tossed to the floor, and slowly turn my curves to the side to run my palms over my growing belly. Life bakes inside, and I can feel a new venture approaching. Love time and again has fallen under my path, but never before have I felt this flavor of affection brew inside of me. My heart flutters over and around my bulging balloon. Today marks the monthiversity of my first sonogram, dark and mysterious, but alive and radiating with being. And yes, here begins the footage of the next chapter in my life––family.
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I enjoyed how you took the MASH details and combined them with who you are today. I would be interested to see how much this will actually resemble who you are. I also enjoyed how many different descriptions you had within all of the different questions. This was a really cool blog to post because it included both fake and truthful elements and you were able to build on both.
When I read the title I thought it was about the tv show. It was not that, but it was extremely intense, and the fact that I was able to follow what it was that you were trying to say made me feel smart too! It was amazing how you were able to describe all of these things even though you have not done them or experienced them. I also liked how your piece read like a journal, but it also read like a hallmark card in places. The only thing was that at times the piece got really hard to follow, and you jumped from one thing to another without warning. I really liked how deep this piece was, and almost every part of it was quotable.
Allow me to repeat myself: I adore your descriptive prowess. Here's one of my favorite lines from here: "Meditation in Tibet gave my mind a springboard into the pool of creativity." You'd think you have had 60 years of time just to think of brilliant descriptive phrases. You seem to pour out your pieces with no effort; can you smell my jealousy off the page? It is a bit confusing, as Yahya said, at points, because I'm concentrating on how descriptive it is and not paying enough attention to the actual things happening in it. Maybe be a little less brilliant so we can catch up sometimes. Great job, though!
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