Dani Boucher’s Top 10 Best Book Ideas
10. How to Build a Bar
In order for me to write this book I must first learn how to build a car. After this amazing opportunity I am sure I will fall in love with the idea of writing a book about it. Although who knows if I can write an accurate book about building a car.
9. A Biography on Bronwen Durandt
While throwing around the idea of my top ten list during commons Bronwen Duradnt hit me with this extraordinary idea. Everyone must write a biography at some point, and lets all be honest an autobiography of my life? Boring. Bronwen Durandt though, well I don’t know much about her, so who better to write a biography about.
8. How to Wear Hats
If no one has not noticed by now, I wear hats a lot, a whole lot. I wear hats as if the apocalypses of hat wearing will rain down on us tomorrow. I would write on the appropriate way to wear a hat and the appropriate way to care for hats. (Very interesting)
7. Snow Boarding For the Snowboarding Impaired
As an avid snowboarded I must write a book on how to properly snowboard. I would touch mainly on how to properly maintain control of the snowboard while traveling at fast speeds down the mountain. My book would hit stores emerging as a world-renowned book and skiers, instead of snowboarders, would seem disrespectful.
6. How to Not Write a Book
After many attempts at writing a book I will develop into an expert on how not to write a book. Of course the irony of this makes me want to cry. If I write a book on how to not write a book, could I still call myself an expert on the subject?
5. Middle Child Syndrome
19 years of experience seems to me the perfect subject on which to write. Although never truly proved, I am a firm believe that middle child syndrome exists, and plagues our nation. I shall write the book that pulls the curtain back from this horrible hidden epidemic.
4. Stupid Society
Girls wear pink, boys wear blue, oh society how I hate you. Society sets up standards that I do not quite agree with. Whether the thinking that woman must always fall infer to men, or that only boys posses big strong muscles. My book would focus on the stereotypes in our society that restrict and hinder and how to start debunking them.
3.Growing Up Gay
I talk about it enough why not write a book about it. This book could go one of two directions. I would ether direct it at parents in order to help them understand there children who don’t fit into the heterosexual world and how to help them. I could also write it to those who just discovered they identify with the LGBT spectrum in order to encourage them with the knowledge that they’re not alone. That latter of the two would require interviews and other writers involved though it holds potential.
2. How to Raise the Dyslexic
I hear a lot, “We do not know what to do with you.” The phrase almost always comes in relation to my dyslexia and myself. I want to write a book that shows that dyslexia’s can do what ever we set our minds to. Although the concept seems simple, many students use dyslexia as an excuse, and parents allow it. Dyslexia’s not an excuse, and someone must say it.
1. Poems
I just really, really, really, like writing poems. I could put them together to make a book of poems. Not all would connect and most would clash against the one before and the one after, but I would create a book. A book of poems, or pieces of my soul, which ever word I choose to use that day for the writing I do.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Sharing the Interesting Memories.........
I remember when you figured out I was gay. You had a quizzical look. Almost as if I caught you off guard. Told you something you never expected to hear. Really, though, did it surprise you when I told you? I wear my short hair about as proudly as I wear my plaid. You never saw me so much as swoon over a guy, smile at his name, or get red when he teased me. Did it come causally in conversation? Did I slip in something about my girl friend? Make a joke about my oh-so-gay tendencies? Did we start talking about me dating someone, and, after going through ever other possibility, did you finally realize then? Maybe you did not understand that easily. Maybe I sat you down and we talked about it. Maybe you knew all along, but you just waited till I found the courage to tell you. Maybe in this moment it finally hit you—Dani Boucher, very gay. Maybe this is the moment you will now remember. I remember them all—every person, every incident, every time it finally hit someone. People’s assumptions about me almost always end up incorrect. I read people, rather I look at their face and decipher what they think based on their facial expression. I depend on this, skill(?) to help me in those oh so interesting conversations. Some people understand instantly; others I watch as their faces slowly fade in to understanding. I saw this progression quite clearly when talking to a classmate:
“Does he go to our school?”
“No, they don’t.”
“Does he go to private school?”
“Yes, they do.”
“Does he go to US? St. Ignatius? Gilmore? Hawken?”
“No, they do not.”
Slowly I watched as my classmate finally realized. The thing I notice about telling people, though, is that everyone wants me to say it first. I can tell you the moment they realize that I do not match there assumptions. Still, even after they reach this point, not one person I tell says it first. No one will utter the words. They make me say them first.
“Yes, I am gay.”
Actually I am not gay. I am a lesbian, but lesbian's hard to spell and has a lot more letters then gay. Telling people about my sexuality, sometimes feels funny. Other times nerve-racking. Coming out, the act of proclaiming to the world one's sexual orientation. (Dani Boucher Dictionary) Something many of my classmates never experience. People do not come out as straight. It does not tear a family apart when their daughter dates a man. It does not repel friends or make people question when a guy talks about his girl friend. Our society creates norms, heterosexuality, for example. Which means that, for someone like me, a lot of really interesting memories occur. I remember telling someone during government class, on Facebook chat, in Panera, at Wendy's, on a bus, outside under a tree, over text message, in my little sister's room, in my living room, in my driveway. I remember every single time: the looks, the questions, my little sister screaming “Can we go on a double date?!” Those memories I share with incredibly important people in my life. Those memories are forever engraved in my mind. Not everyone gets the chance to create these memories. For now, though, I remember when you read this and it finally hit you......
“Does he go to our school?”
“No, they don’t.”
“Does he go to private school?”
“Yes, they do.”
“Does he go to US? St. Ignatius? Gilmore? Hawken?”
“No, they do not.”
Slowly I watched as my classmate finally realized. The thing I notice about telling people, though, is that everyone wants me to say it first. I can tell you the moment they realize that I do not match there assumptions. Still, even after they reach this point, not one person I tell says it first. No one will utter the words. They make me say them first.
“Yes, I am gay.”
Actually I am not gay. I am a lesbian, but lesbian's hard to spell and has a lot more letters then gay. Telling people about my sexuality, sometimes feels funny. Other times nerve-racking. Coming out, the act of proclaiming to the world one's sexual orientation. (Dani Boucher Dictionary) Something many of my classmates never experience. People do not come out as straight. It does not tear a family apart when their daughter dates a man. It does not repel friends or make people question when a guy talks about his girl friend. Our society creates norms, heterosexuality, for example. Which means that, for someone like me, a lot of really interesting memories occur. I remember telling someone during government class, on Facebook chat, in Panera, at Wendy's, on a bus, outside under a tree, over text message, in my little sister's room, in my living room, in my driveway. I remember every single time: the looks, the questions, my little sister screaming “Can we go on a double date?!” Those memories I share with incredibly important people in my life. Those memories are forever engraved in my mind. Not everyone gets the chance to create these memories. For now, though, I remember when you read this and it finally hit you......
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Boxy Words
Past, future, present (not like the ones that a child receives on Christmas but like the time humans exist in) people always tell me you can live in the present, the future happens tomorrow, and the past already occurred. We follow it without question, assigning one word to something so complex. We never question it. We sub come to the robot notion, following rules and regulation blindly, never question anything. Andrea Gibson says it best in her poem Jelly Fish when she states so proudly
“Do you ever think about Gods ears?
Wonder if the leaf broke a promise?
Wonder if the wrecking ball
Was trying to run its fingers soft across the bricks
But its head was just too heavy”
Gibson puts to words what I think all to often. She displays a massive amount of images in order to show how little we question. How little we think. We analyze until death. Analysis finds meaning in writing, but for some reason though we analyze everything. The over analysis stands as only our fault. We do not separate so we over analyze and under think.
Analysis finds the purpose; thinking finds the meaning and the connection between the words and us. It happens everyday, we analyze how we feel about people and as a result we over use love, over use hate. Both extremely strong words that have the ability both to destroy and build. Now if we do not think we analyze hate as destruction and love as building. What if I said love can destroy and hate can build? Martin Luther King Jr. hated how people treated him; this hate lead to the building of equality. A victim of domestic abuse often justifies it with he/she loves me. The love creates destruction. Words hold more meaning then the boxes we put them in.
We tell words like we tell humans, you can only exist in this; you mean this, and only this. We place thing, words, and humans in boxes, because taking them out requires thinking not just analysis. We restrict words to boxes till they only mean one thing. Then we search for words to describe indescribable things. Thinking that the words we analysis some how suddenly arise as super words that now describe what we think. Then for some reason we stand there stunned when the words we search for do not match our thought, they’re the words we restricted to analysis.
I stopped analyzing words not too long ago. I stopped telling words they only mean this. I felt horrible when people restricted me to boxes telling me I can only live in one box at a time. They told me the box and you, one thing, they told me the boxes name “Dani”. Why if this occurrence frustrates me do I hold the right to do it to anyone or anything? So the words and I break the box, no longer restricted, because then there….. well think about it. Do not analyze, wonder about it, question it, throw it against a wall and interrogate it, question it, do not analyze it think of it, think in terms of it, wonder about it, then throw it all together and write it or draw it imagine it, do something but analysis it. Words like humans hold no one purpose, no one meaning, no one definition. Words nor people fit in boxes of analysis and understanding. How long till we think about that?
“Do you ever think about Gods ears?
Wonder if the leaf broke a promise?
Wonder if the wrecking ball
Was trying to run its fingers soft across the bricks
But its head was just too heavy”
Gibson puts to words what I think all to often. She displays a massive amount of images in order to show how little we question. How little we think. We analyze until death. Analysis finds meaning in writing, but for some reason though we analyze everything. The over analysis stands as only our fault. We do not separate so we over analyze and under think.
Analysis finds the purpose; thinking finds the meaning and the connection between the words and us. It happens everyday, we analyze how we feel about people and as a result we over use love, over use hate. Both extremely strong words that have the ability both to destroy and build. Now if we do not think we analyze hate as destruction and love as building. What if I said love can destroy and hate can build? Martin Luther King Jr. hated how people treated him; this hate lead to the building of equality. A victim of domestic abuse often justifies it with he/she loves me. The love creates destruction. Words hold more meaning then the boxes we put them in.
We tell words like we tell humans, you can only exist in this; you mean this, and only this. We place thing, words, and humans in boxes, because taking them out requires thinking not just analysis. We restrict words to boxes till they only mean one thing. Then we search for words to describe indescribable things. Thinking that the words we analysis some how suddenly arise as super words that now describe what we think. Then for some reason we stand there stunned when the words we search for do not match our thought, they’re the words we restricted to analysis.
I stopped analyzing words not too long ago. I stopped telling words they only mean this. I felt horrible when people restricted me to boxes telling me I can only live in one box at a time. They told me the box and you, one thing, they told me the boxes name “Dani”. Why if this occurrence frustrates me do I hold the right to do it to anyone or anything? So the words and I break the box, no longer restricted, because then there….. well think about it. Do not analyze, wonder about it, question it, throw it against a wall and interrogate it, question it, do not analyze it think of it, think in terms of it, wonder about it, then throw it all together and write it or draw it imagine it, do something but analysis it. Words like humans hold no one purpose, no one meaning, no one definition. Words nor people fit in boxes of analysis and understanding. How long till we think about that?
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Undertow in "Things We'll Never Know"
I fall in to the unfortunate category of, obsession (it looks a lot like oppression (in spelling not in action)). I find a band or artist I like and suddenly the only thing I listen to, there music. My current illness (the proper way to refer to my obsessive behavior) the singer songwriter duo Hannah and Maggie. I know ever one knows them (seeping with sarcasm). I am guessing that most people in my class never stumbled upon the acoustic melodies of Hannah and Maggie, which I understand due to the fact that they still live in the world of unsigned and pretty unknown. The unknown unsigned artist to me seems the most pure and quickly arise as my favorite. One of there pure Hannah Maggie moment’s occurs in their song “Things We’ll Never Know”. I probably played the song a million times (major hyperbole to give the allusion of an artistic writer) and yet the words and melody still to me seem so new and so alive especially the stanzas
“Why don't we just fall asleep in the back of the jeep
with our shoes still on and the embers burning low
I can tell that you're reaching for me
but I don't want to be caught in the undertow
Maybe it's just me
we have come so far
afraid you'll disagree
to break another heart
you've broken into me
let's find another
start”
Hannah and Maggie create this indiscernible picture of love (now I am going to proceed to try and describe what I just called indescribable). With the use of the words jeep and shoes they create a tone of simplicity. This tone proves a symbol of the type of love or liking in witch they describe one in which people fall asleep “with our shoes still on”(2). The simple love though finds interrupted with the word “but”(4). The abrupt dialect along with the word starting a new line shows the halting of one type of love and transition into a different type of love. “I don’t want to be caught in the undertow” the use of the metaphor undertow, an aggressive powerful force, indirectly characterizes this other love as powerful and scary. Humans often times shrink away from powerful and scary forces. In a fallowing verse though Hannah and Maggie show the other side of human nature, the adventuress unable to resists side of humans. The kind that says I know I am scared your just here “to break another heart” but “you’ve broken into me let’s find another start”. Hannah and Maggie reveal the true confusion of love. Love dos not care about the pain that could occur. Love does not care how the person does not want to get caught up in the undertow. Love for someone or even liking them does not care the inhabitants that exits. To love the only thing that matters, that the feelings exist. I am not fooling anyone, none of us do. We as humans would do anything for love and just about anything for some one we like. We all experienced that point in a relationship where slowly the undertow takes over, and all of us allowed it to take us in hopes it would spit us up on the shores of some place where heartache and pain don’t exist. With out the broken hearts though none of us would find the point we currently exist in, so maybe the benefits out way the risk. The Dani I am now would not exist with out the past relationships, no matter how rocky. Ultimately the relationship I happily reside in now would not exist with out my past. For me that makes the risk much less important. So I must depart now the undertow awaits to take me over.
The song in video form although the album version is much better
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqq5lFuifQ0&list=UUn-brDpVnLmPwp-rFbnfcTQ&index=40&feature=plcp
“Why don't we just fall asleep in the back of the jeep
with our shoes still on and the embers burning low
I can tell that you're reaching for me
but I don't want to be caught in the undertow
Maybe it's just me
we have come so far
afraid you'll disagree
to break another heart
you've broken into me
let's find another
start”
Hannah and Maggie create this indiscernible picture of love (now I am going to proceed to try and describe what I just called indescribable). With the use of the words jeep and shoes they create a tone of simplicity. This tone proves a symbol of the type of love or liking in witch they describe one in which people fall asleep “with our shoes still on”(2). The simple love though finds interrupted with the word “but”(4). The abrupt dialect along with the word starting a new line shows the halting of one type of love and transition into a different type of love. “I don’t want to be caught in the undertow” the use of the metaphor undertow, an aggressive powerful force, indirectly characterizes this other love as powerful and scary. Humans often times shrink away from powerful and scary forces. In a fallowing verse though Hannah and Maggie show the other side of human nature, the adventuress unable to resists side of humans. The kind that says I know I am scared your just here “to break another heart” but “you’ve broken into me let’s find another start”. Hannah and Maggie reveal the true confusion of love. Love dos not care about the pain that could occur. Love does not care how the person does not want to get caught up in the undertow. Love for someone or even liking them does not care the inhabitants that exits. To love the only thing that matters, that the feelings exist. I am not fooling anyone, none of us do. We as humans would do anything for love and just about anything for some one we like. We all experienced that point in a relationship where slowly the undertow takes over, and all of us allowed it to take us in hopes it would spit us up on the shores of some place where heartache and pain don’t exist. With out the broken hearts though none of us would find the point we currently exist in, so maybe the benefits out way the risk. The Dani I am now would not exist with out the past relationships, no matter how rocky. Ultimately the relationship I happily reside in now would not exist with out my past. For me that makes the risk much less important. So I must depart now the undertow awaits to take me over.
The song in video form although the album version is much better
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqq5lFuifQ0&list=UUn-brDpVnLmPwp-rFbnfcTQ&index=40&feature=plcp
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