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A Jay Gatsby Dream
The printed word has flowed through my blood since I first understood its meaning. I would read them; I would write them. Then, during an eleventh grade honors English course, I stumbled over a project that would provide years of self-care. Though there were many reasons to be enamored by The Great Gatsby, the encounter with a certain owl-eyed man was one that inspired my own journey of building a library. Since I was first exposed to this scene, the owl-eyed man’s proclamations regarding the books’ authenticity has remained in my mind always.
By B. M. Valdez5 years ago in Journal
Stitching Beauty Out of Ashes
In the pale light of the morning, I force myself out of bed. Every Monday to Friday I dress myself through pure acceptance of fate. This is my reality from 8am to 5pm. A quick breakfast or perhaps a toast to take, I race to the certain uncertainty of another work day at stake. Tick…Tock…every second counts in the morning rush hour. Rushing to eat, rushing through traffic, rushing up the stairs or perhaps rushing to the elevator if I got lucky that day. Always performing under time pressure, the clock ticking and managing my actions every second of the way.
By Stephanie Alvarez5 years ago in Journal
The Art of Knitting. First Place in Threading the Needle Challenge.
Magic, that’s what it is. When I pick up my knitting needles that is the key to unlocking the sorcerer in me and different places of my own creation. The trick is in the yarn, that is the location. The colors, textures, intertwining into one as my needles lock them into place, any place I desire. The knitting needles are a portal to a different realm, a completely different reality.
By Shams Bahadly5 years ago in Journal
Nonsense
The thing is, I need to stop being afraid of failure. That is really what it is. I can't even begin writing because I'm so concerned with wanting it to sound perfect and curated. To be so eloquent and articulated becomes the goal over simply writing. It's this obsessive idea of perfection. Striving beyond myself before I have even really come to know myself. Building an identity rather than just being. Fixating on the external while trying to force and coerce the internal. That is the formula for fake in any creative endeavor. As soon as I begin trying from that place, there is only one result. Self-deceit and self-defeat. I suppose that is two. Anyways, I am going to fail a lot. I need to. There is no other way to any sort of success. Whether self-proclaimed or recognized. I need to get down to the nitty gritty, and sound terrible. I need to sound like I don't have a single clue about what I am talking about because I don't. I need to expose my naivete and false optimism in order to get to what is real. That is the formula. So if I am not ready to do that, and I am more concerned with taking the safe and tailored road, then I am in the wrong place. I have thought myself into the wrong goals. The life I idealize for myself is not going to happen. Trial and error baby; that is the game we play here in life. I can sit back and listen to podcasts and read books and watch interviews all I want, there is plenty of value there. But if I go no further to integrate my own experience and take my own chances there will not be much further to go. I need to be ready and willing to be bent and broken. I need to allow myself to drone on and on and on and more than likely bore the shit out of anyone who reads it to find some clarity. Because, it's not about who is reading it. If that's what I am hung up on, then again, I am not here for the right reasons. It doesn't matter if it is a gift to the world, it needs to be a gift to my own soul. That is the place I must write from if it is going to have any true value in my life. That is certainly not to mean that I cannot endeavor to go whichever direction I want with it. Perhaps I will end up writing a best-selling novel. Perhaps I will write eloquent articles that elucidate my intended points with sharpness. Perhaps I will go on tours and get on stages to speak and make an impact. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. There is no guarantee. There doesn't need to be. If I am solely focused on those outcomes, then it all becomes hollow. I become hollow. Thus my writing becomes hollow, or the complete lack thereof becomes apparent. It almost happened this morning... But alas, I am still here. Of course, rambling on in any given direction but perhaps that is the path! Allowing complete disorder and chaos to take the charge before I decide what to do with it. For, is not the word potential just a fancier term for chaos and disorder? No matter, it's what I do with it. Rambling seems to be my forte, so I suppose I'll just ramble away without shame or guilt for some time now until I can figure out what's really there.
By Andrew Jake5 years ago in Journal
Co-Branding the State of Art : Brandsandu.com
Due to the fierce competition between manufacturers and retailers in a saturated market, especially for FMCG, the use of co-branded products has become more and more important for brand managers in recent years. In addition to classic brand extensions and other brand alliance strategies, such as advertising alliances and dual brands, co-branded products provide a way to differentiate products in a competitive environment. Through the physical integration of the product, a product is branded, that is, it is recognized with two other brands at the same time, and the company can obtain a positive influence for these two products. Therefore, compared with other forms of brand alliances, the physical integration of products is an indispensable component and differentiated standard for co-branded products.
By Brandsandu5 years ago in Journal
Grogan & Company
Handmade Persian Rugs Set up in Boston in 1987, Grogan and Company is a store sales management firm gaining practical experience in the offer of new-to-the-market fine artistic creations and gems from private assortments, bequests, and establishments. Our individualized and administration situated methodology is customized to address the issues of every customer with whom we work, regardless of whether purchasing or selling. Our times of involvement give us an unrivalled viewpoint on the present sale market and we routinely accomplish record-breaking costs across gathering classifications.
By Nancy Baker5 years ago in Journal
Color Can Make Or Break A Product's Packaging Design.
In general, there are two printing options: RGB and CMYK. Both RGB and CMYK are color mixing modes used in graphic design. To summarize, the RGB color mode is best for digital work, while CMYK is used for print products. However, in order to fully optimize your design, you must first understand the mechanisms underlying each. Let's go a little deeper.
By Harry Wilson5 years ago in Journal
David Webb
Born in Asheville, North Carolina in 1925, David Webb was a self-taught jewellery designer. His works mostly included dragon bracelets, Maltese cross brooches and animal motifs. David Webb Jewelery and his artworks were loved by Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis and Elizabeth Taylor, and his work is still instantly recognisable today. Today David Webb jewelry auction is held on big auction sites.
By Jacob Walker5 years ago in Journal
Why I make tiny teapots
I began taking pottery classes because I wanted to recreate the scene in ghost. I soon realised that I wouldn't be throwing a vase like that for years. If I was in the middle of creating that masterpiece I wouldn't let my man even breathe in my direction. The strength and control required to throw a piece like that. It's always surprising to me that the potters we see in the media, on Tik Tok, that they don't all look like lumberjacks. Myself, I can't throw anything much bigger than a cup. I definitely don't have a talent for pottery. About 50% of the pottery I start out creating collapses in on itself or forms a crack or my dog decides to step on it in the delicate leather-hard phase. It's not natural skill that has kept my doing pottery, and it ain't a cheap hobby either that's for sure. It's the meditation of it. The feel on the clay flowing beneath your hands, the utter concentration required. On that wheel I feel like an earth-bender. There's no shortage of frustrations, but when you leave the studio, having wholly focused on one thing for hours, pouring your very soul into the clay, you feel completely refreshed. The day's troubles tend to come out in the clay, somehow it's like the stress transfers and the clay ripples and sags and twists awkwardly. Once you overcome it though, taming the clay through careful breathing and focused strength, it yields to you. As a student nurse, I am thrust onto unfamiliar wards, dealing with pressure to succeed, be perfect, pleasant and not make mistakes. All this whilst dealing with death, shit, blood and sadness. Some days, I have to sit with a young wife on the floor while her husband seizes and dies beside us. Then as a student, I get the job of cleaning up and bagging the body. Other days I get to deliver babies, and joy turns to chaos as we desperately try to get that baby to take it's first breaths. When the paediatrician arrives I hold the parents' hands and explain everything that's happening on the resuscitation cot. It's actually on of the hardest jobs in the room, I think. While the doctors and midwives work on the intricate physical task they've done over and over. I chose a harder role, a role often neglected. You're scared to give too much hope, in case the baby doesn't make it, you're also scared to give too much detail, as you don't want to stress them out unnecessarily. They look at you like you're delivering the most important message they've ever heard, a translater for the nightmare they're watching unfold. But I'll take it on for them, because the fear they're feeling is nothing I can imagine. Because I get to go home, and let it all melt away on the pottery wheel. On days like that I tend to start out with tiny pieces. In my class, my classmates would laugh at me for making dollhouse teasets. Tiny thumb-print sized teapots, cups and saucers. Because smaller pieces of clay are easy, creating them makes me feel in control. Because the larger pieces are too much to take on on days like those. They're definitely not as impressive and glamorous as the big elaborate pots we conjure up when we think of pottery, but once intricately painted, glazed and signed with a tiny intial, I feel so proud of the little piece of beauty I've made. D They are little souvenirs of the hardships I faced that day. A reminder of an inner strength I have that's not physical. And despite the laughs from my classmates, everyone coos at my lovely little teapots.
By Ellen Brady5 years ago in Journal
