Miceala Shocklee's Blog, page 12
March 21, 2014
What I Want For My Kids
These are not my children.
(source)
I don’t have kids. And I don’t plan to have kids for a veryvery very very very very long time. If ever. I kinda just want to adopt one. Whatever. Anyhoo. The point is, I probably maybe possibly very well may have small human things that receive my maternal care and eternal love and whatnot. Kids. And I’m going to want some things for them.
The thought just randomly crossed my mind this morning, while I was sitting in a cafe and staring out the window and at my...
March 20, 2014
on the irrelevance to preference of gender binary
Look look look! Look at the cute animals!
Aren’t they all super cute?! Don’t you want to hang out with them?! And play with them?! And cuddle with them?! And kiss them on their tiny little noses?! Don’t you like them?! You have to like them! Yes?! Yes, I thought the answer would be yes.
Now: Do you know what gender any of these animals are?
No?
Hunh. Neither did I. Guess gender didn’t really matter that much, did it?
Filed under: Thoughts
March 19, 2014
Seven Random Facts
Well, since it’s the last day of term and my thesis advisor wants me to do a few final revisions so she can send off my behemoth of an essay to a competition thingy that might get me $1200, clearly I should be here, on my blog, writing a post for no particular reason other than I thought of a random sentence that I could build off of and because I want to.
I’m so good at logic, guys. So good.
Aaaaanyhoo. It’s Wednesday. But this Wednesday feels oddly like a Monday morning and a Friday afternoon...
March 16, 2014
Water Bottles
-A Miriam Black fanfiction -
Vamp-red hair and black leather, a mousy brown-blond braid plus jeans, and sharp bob on top of a suit. This was going to be an odd conference.
All three were women. All three had something to do with a story. All three looked anything but placid. The similarities ended there.
The suit sat down. She extended a hand towards the noncommittal middle space between her two guests. “Hello. Thank you both for coming. I’m -”
“Cynthia, but you go by Cindy,” braid-jeans cut in....
March 14, 2014
Pi Day Challenge
Happy Pi Day, lovely readers! A late pi day, to be sure. Now readers, I’ve got a challenge for you all!
Let me first introduce you to anamazing magazine calledFireside. It’s a crowd-funded fiction production that states its mission as “finding and publishing great storytelling regardless of genre, and fair pay for creators.”
Both of which areawesome goals. Espeeeecially that second one, about fair pay for creators. The forces behind Fireside are writers and artists and musicians themselve...
March 12, 2014
My Anxiety Is Not A Lie
Let’s talk about anxiety. (Oh, and for those of you back home who’ve been keeping track since that last post, yes I have actually started editing my thesis. I swear. I know this looks bad. I mean, another blog post… no way she’s working on that thing she needs to graduate! But… c’mon, guys, a girl needs a break! I’ve deleted and changed and fixed and added in three whole fucking pages of new content from three new primary sources so look, it’s getting done, okay?!)
Right. Um. Anxiety. So...
Reasons Why I Obviously Cannot Edit My Thesis Right Now
I can think of tentotally legitimate, entirely logical, definitely-not-procastination-or-anxiety-based reasons why I am not and obviously cannot edit my thesis right now:
It’s almost dinner time. Sort of.
My feet are cold.
I am currently writingthisblog post.
I have not seen a real life cat today.
There’s no proper tea around.
I overslept this morning.
The walls are green.
It’s Wednesday.
I think I have to pee.
There’s a hanger on the couch.
Yup. There you have it. Simply cannot edit my senior thesis ri...
March 11, 2014
Streetlights
Streetlights
What if I just walked around the city,
sometime past the hour when the streetlights come on,
and slipped a poem under the lonesome-looking doors?
Filed under: Poems
March 10, 2014
The Man in the Moon: Steampunk Style
“The Man in the Moon: Steampunk Style,” a short story inspired by the artwork of Eric Fan, “Moon Travel.”
There is a man in the moon.
There is theman in the moon, actually. He’s been there, always. Or for as long as matters for “always.” He’s been sitting up there, watching. Keeping an eye on things. Making sure the cogs of the moon keep turning, keep it rolling around the earth like we’ve always said it does. It’s his lookout. He needs that circling, around and around and around. Da...
Scatterbrained
I am scatterbrained. Not always in the “forgetful” kind of sense. Though sure, mental lapses of my to-do list are definitely a regular appearance in my day. But… I’m scatterbrained more in the sense that my brain is, well, scattered. It’s somewhat of a necessity, given that I’m finishing up two major with very different requirements, seeing how one is in biology (basically microbiology, since Caltech researchers seems to be wary of anything bigger than a cell…) and the other is in Engli...
