Whats that noise?
Softly in the distance it rumbles...
Or is someone rolling out a trashcan?
Once again there it is...
well the neighbors do have alot of trash...
no that definately sounds like...
Ahhhhh yes, there it is a bump in the air just over in the distance...
I think I hear it coming closer...
CRASH!
...A THUNDER CLAP
just like you hear rolling throught the valley in the hills of the place I love (Reno)
but not so much here...kinda unusual for this kind of thunder...
whats that tapping? is it getting stronger?
yes...the sky is opening up now...exploding, pouring down...
but where's my thunder? was that a flash?
God I love this! It's quite erotic...
I have butterflies in my tummy...
I am aching for more...
just another CRASH...
I want it, I need it, Give me what I yearn for...
That exhillaration.
no, no, no....
WAIT!
oohhh... man.
it's getting lighter
just drizzling now... just a few taps...
and the rolling... moving away from me now...
into the distance
my excitment now waning
Yes, it's very much like sex...
over way to soon
...a quicky!
how disappointing.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Annotation/Response : Amy Tan's "Two Kinds"
I enjoyed Amy Tan’s story. As a mother, I can relate to how her mother felt and the hopes and dreams she had for her daughter’s future. I myself hope that my son will someday play the piano, mostly because I wish I could. So perhaps we’ll take lessons together. I think that certain lessons are for a child’s good, something they may not appreciate at the time but when they are older will see the value in it. This is what I think the author was trying to convey at the end of the story after her mother died, it seemed she finally appreciated the lesson.
I could also relate to being at the other end of disappointed parents. I think although she sabotaged her training, she began to think of herself, the day of the talent show, as quite accomplished. She was actually embarrassed and disappointed that she did so bad. She accomplished her goal of both disappointing her mother with her performance but she disappointed herself too. She learned a lesson in that moment of embarrassment.
I found it interesting how she opened the story with: “…you could be anything you wanted to be in America.” Which is something many Americans seem to take for granted. I am not a world traveler but I do know that Americans have a pretty swell life compared to many people around the world.
I liked how she described her rant to her mother: “As I said these things I got scared. It felt like worms and toads and slimy things crawling out of my chest, but it also felt good, as if this aweful side of me had surfaced, at last.” She comes from a background where obedience is very important and she finally couldn’t take it any more. This is her “rebellion” and when she takes the reins and unleashes herself she gets a little scared because not only is what she says hurtful to her mom, but it is her way of liberation and standing up for yourself (especially to a parent) is a little scary because once you go for it you have to just take whatever comes in the aftermath!
I thought the short paragraph where she was going through her mother’s things was a little sad. I remember when my dad died I had his jacket and wore it all the time because it smelled like him, then someone washed it and I was furious. The paragraph was just sentimental as she said for her and for me.
I didn’t quite understand what she meant at the end when she said the songs were two halves of the same song… did she mean that she was that pleading child (obviously) and now she was “perfectly contented”? I could see that if she was meaning she is content with her past and her childhood. I wasn’t satisfied with the end, I felt like I wanted more from them both especially after she said such a cruel thing to her mother and they continued to be at odds. I think I wanted them to have a weepy, heartfelt, mother-daughter meltdown… but I didn’t get it.
I could also relate to being at the other end of disappointed parents. I think although she sabotaged her training, she began to think of herself, the day of the talent show, as quite accomplished. She was actually embarrassed and disappointed that she did so bad. She accomplished her goal of both disappointing her mother with her performance but she disappointed herself too. She learned a lesson in that moment of embarrassment.
I found it interesting how she opened the story with: “…you could be anything you wanted to be in America.” Which is something many Americans seem to take for granted. I am not a world traveler but I do know that Americans have a pretty swell life compared to many people around the world.
I liked how she described her rant to her mother: “As I said these things I got scared. It felt like worms and toads and slimy things crawling out of my chest, but it also felt good, as if this aweful side of me had surfaced, at last.” She comes from a background where obedience is very important and she finally couldn’t take it any more. This is her “rebellion” and when she takes the reins and unleashes herself she gets a little scared because not only is what she says hurtful to her mom, but it is her way of liberation and standing up for yourself (especially to a parent) is a little scary because once you go for it you have to just take whatever comes in the aftermath!
I thought the short paragraph where she was going through her mother’s things was a little sad. I remember when my dad died I had his jacket and wore it all the time because it smelled like him, then someone washed it and I was furious. The paragraph was just sentimental as she said for her and for me.
I didn’t quite understand what she meant at the end when she said the songs were two halves of the same song… did she mean that she was that pleading child (obviously) and now she was “perfectly contented”? I could see that if she was meaning she is content with her past and her childhood. I wasn’t satisfied with the end, I felt like I wanted more from them both especially after she said such a cruel thing to her mother and they continued to be at odds. I think I wanted them to have a weepy, heartfelt, mother-daughter meltdown… but I didn’t get it.
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