remix (v or n): (taking our work + your work) or (your work + others' work*) or (the
possibilities are limitless*); a place where we will post the work we all create together
*assuming the original authors' work abides by copyright and/or Creative Commons
Letter to Becoming 3lectric
by LaTasha Price
Remix of "Justice Bleeds"
by Donna Alvermann
I have to wonder.
How much longer could I have kept avoiding
This response.
First time I listened.
Not expecting the last sound byte
I jumped.
Second time I listened.
Expecting the last sound byte, dreadful still
But resisting.
Third time the same.
No longer jumping and shivers lessening
Until this time.
Justice Bleeds.
A grainy truth embodied in sounds that won’t stop
Sending shivers.
A Remix of Mary Miller's "Affecting"
by Eunjeong Kim
We can't understand each other
but we can acknowledge each other.
The moment with you can be a reason to live to your friend.
You love your person.
If so, just sitting on the couch
be with your friend.
We can't live alone.
We can live together.
A Remix of LaTasha Price’s "Working 8-5"
by Donna Alvermann
I hear your voice STRONG and LOUD
Not muted.
I see your light RESILIENT and BRIGHT
Not dimmed.
I know your mind is INNOVATIVE and SHARP
Not dulled.
In 2014 you pulled back your veil.
Can you now hear, see, and know what I know?
ONWARD WISDOM
by LaTasha Price
ONWARD
You are valuable,
You are capable,
Trust yourself.
Be still, when you must,
but continue in the direction of Progress,
of growth, of Improvement.
ONWARD
I am valuable,
I am capable,
I have something to offer,
I trust myself.
I will fight for it....
Thank you
ONWARD
A Remix of Amie Thurber’s "Fragments of Home(s)"
by Donna Alvermann
I think I’d know you
Should our paths cross.
A dog you’d have by your side
(And I’d have one by mine).
We’d likely agree a home
Is a place to hang one’s hat.
You, a hat for cooler temps
(Me, a train cap to cut the sun).
Missoula, once a destination for me
Is it yours, still?
Onward (Remixed)
by Jerilyn Williams
A Remix of LaTasha Price’s "Working 8-5"
by Katie Mahany
While voices are STRONG and LOUD
They have the choice to be muted or unmuted.
The light that shines through you has the potential to be RESILIENT and BRIGHT
But will you let it be dimmed?
The mind has the capability to be INNOVATIVE and SHARP
Will you let it become dull?
Just as the caged bird sings for freedom, freedom from holding yourself back will free your ability.
"A remix of Lu Jiang's "Culture Shock"
by Eunjeong Kim
I can understand your culture shock. In some ways, we feel different and we feel the same. To me, the most powerful culture shock was a gun like you and I still have difficulty in a "tipping culture" as you mentioned. However, church and closing time on Sunday are common to me. As time goes by, I think what the "culture shock" is.Culture shock is a wonderful opportunity to broaden our horizons. Shall we enjoy the "Culture Shock"?
Dear Teacher (remix of C.Beach's "Art in the Streets on a Warm Winter Day"
by Victoria Anderson
Remix of L.R. Ehret's Image
by Carsey Pilcher
Double-Entry Diary Remix
by Liz Lockhart
A Remix of Kevin Leander’s Fragment
by Donna Alvermann
Charles, she was good,
In fact is still good.
You could’ve been killed many times over
By single glances well aimed at you, the rover.
Instead you clung to a self
Fashioned by and for your self.
But all’s not lost, Charles!
Look yonder and despair.
You’re now but an amateur compared to her.
Good teaching, Charles!
Time and Dreams
[A remix of C.Beach and J. Whitley's
"Time and Dreams"]
by Eunjeong Kim
We can't catch a bubble,
But we can make a bubble.
More largely, more lovely.
Think about our childhood.
We loved bubbles.
However, we don't make a bubble for enjoying it anymore.
Dreams are like a bubble for me.
The present time is a present.
Our presence per se is a present.
Life is a journey to enjoy the present.
Sunny like your timeline.
by Maima Chea
So glad we could finally get together for lunch!
Do they have wifi?
Ugh I hope so… who doesn’t?
So how is everything?
Let’s check our apps for coupons before we order.
Cool. Ugh omg my boss keeps sending me emails.
Just got a IG notification. OMG why does he keeps creepin’ my pics?
Wait, I thought you blocked him on your iPhone?
Exactly, so he creeps my pics.
Well block him on IG.
Can’t. Then it would be weird and awk. Plus we’re FB friends.
Ugh the worst. Anyway, have you been watching Bachelorette?
No, but how’s your love life>
Good! I’ve been on 2 dates this week!
Tinder?
No, real life dates.
Whaaaa? So how was it?
Ehhhh, one guy was normal. The other guy was really creepy.
Let’s take a selfie! Uploading this to my story on Snapchat.
He kept calling me by my IG name. Weird.
Excuse me sir, can you take this pic for us?
Wait, that’s my good side. Switch.
What’s your ig name again? Can’t find you to tag this pic.
@beautyday- you see me? What’s our caption?
Ehhh idk, help me think.
Do a lyric. Lyrics are cute.
Something about fun? Or living life?
A Remix of LaTasha Price's "Working 8-5"
by Eunjeong Kim
I think you are strong.
Every one has the two opposite sides like the moon.
Your voice is strong and loud yet muted.
Your light is resilient an bright yet dimmed.
Your mind is innovative and sharp yet dulled.
That's you. Just you.
3mixing Dystopia
by Jennifer J. Whitley
A Consideration of Ourtime.org based on online presence
by Brian McClure
Response to "Dating a Computer Screen": When Dating a Computer Screen Transpires to a Date
By: Cara LeClair
Day 25-The pictures have been uploaded. Loads of them, showcasing yourself dressed up, doing something sporty, petting an animal (preferably not a cat), visiting a national or international landmark, and donning a bathing suit, if you dare.
You’ve emailed with about a dozen “supposedly” eligible men, bantering back and forth for a couple of emails before expiring the conversation that has become so stagnant you feel no desire to meet this person on the other side of the computer screen in person.
There have been photos, screen names, and emails that have been so horrendous you’ve wondered why you are subjecting yourself to this amusing, yet semi-heartbreaking form of communication. Men taking selfies of themselves in the bathroom mirror with nothing on but a towel, men donned in their hunting gear, proudly displaying the geese they’ve killed for the day, screen names that include “ridemcowboy76” and “chiks4fastcars,” and emails with spelling and punctuation errors or one liners that say “Whassup?”
And yet, here you are, driving to your first real blind online dating date. The photos of said date were plentiful (he’s cute!), the emails were full of interesting content and questions and free of errors, and the screen name wasn’t repulsive or creepy. You’re meeting for drinks, yet you’ve heard from countless girlfriends that if things go well, there might be dinner. Hopeful, you come hungry. Not so hungry that you will be drunk after a glass of wine. But hungry enough to nibble on an appetizer or three if there is enough chemistry to move forward with sharing a meal together.
You’re late because you changed your shirt five times and earrings twice. You’ve also applied and reapplied your lipstick color so that it reflects the current image you are trying to achieve: slightly sexy girl-next-door. You didn’t account for rush hour traffic, despite the fact that it is rush hour. Yet, he’s there, waiting (still cute!). Seated, you each order drinks and chat it up. Soon, it’s decided that dinner should be ordered (yes!) and you, a vegetarian, decide to eat some bits of meat, so as not to go through the whole “I don’t eat meat” story you’ve become bored with yourself. Instead, you play a character, eating a bite of a bacon wrapped date before craftily tearing the rest of the bacon off and strategically moving it around the small tapas-style plate so he doesn’t uncover your game.
Before you know it, you’re the last two patrons in the restaurant and the wait staff applauds as you exit the front door together-how embarrassing! He walks you to your car and asks if he can call you again. “That sounds good,” you respond.
As you drive away, you wonder how long it will be before you can delete your online dating profile and settle in to dating life with this potential (still cute! and smart!), remembering the online dating experience with heartfelt chuckles now and again as an all but distant memory.
The Internet Mask
by Margaret Robbins
(A remix of Paul Dunbar’s poem “We Wear the Mask”)
We wear the mask
That hides our flaws,
Denies our heartaches,
Tells the world lies.
“Put your best foot forward. “
Our profile picture is a headshot,
The cover photo,
a movie scene.
Delete the pictures
of crooked smiles, twitching eyes
or disheveled clothes
The passive aggressive status update
when someone can’t
tell the truth
to your face.
The offhand joke
and the snarky reply
start a vicious cycle.
You post a joking comment,
But really, you soul aches.
With one "delete" click
a friendship ends.
You don’t have to hear the
hurt in his voice
or let him hear the anger in yours.
The keys and mouse pad
give you power.
Behind the screen,
you keep your pain.
We wear the mask.
Let’s Go Exploring: Part 2 by Cara LeClair
Yes, let's go exploring, visiting our local library or favorite bookstore! The reason I love books is that the adventure is always different. Always.
Do I remember or become in this space called a book? A bit of both, perhaps? The pages remind me of the constant flux of my exploration and becoming, as do my conversations with old and new friends.
The motion of our lives keeps pushing us onward: away from what we've known, through what we know, and into the unknown. Reminding us of how we are connected today, in many ways, can be liberating and limiting. We reinvent ourselves daily within these connections. And the exploration we embrace along the way, much like the connected paths in the jungle, remind us of the journey, the process of becoming, we call life.
Response to “Dating a Computer Screen”
by Margaret Robbins
I feel your pain. Sometimes, I think to myself, how the hell am I going to have time for this anyway? I have classwork to do, grading to finish, administrative tasks to fulfill, articles to submit, and a house to clean. But then I think to myself, “you can’t win if you don’t play.” As much as I hate to admit it, this seems to be the best chance to win.
So I sift through the profiles. Is 44 too old, and is 25 too young? Does he have a college degree? He says he’s conservative; does that mean he will have a hard time with my interfaith family? His job sounds boring; does that mean he’s a boring person? Is he really 37? He sure does look older than that in his picture. Who is the child he’s holding in that picture? Is that a niece or a nephew? I hope so, because I don’t feel ready to deal with baby mama issues at this point in my life.
Then I take a step back, and I realize how judgmental the thoughts in my mind are. I like to think that I’m an open-minded person, and I think when I meet people in person, I give them a fair chance before passing judgment. Perhaps I need to do that with people I meet online too, but the profiles do give me a way to screen out people who have deal breaker traits.
Then I wonder, what are these men thinking when they look at my profile? Do they wonder why I am over 30 and have never been married? If I lived in New York or D.C., I would still be within normal "yuppie single" age range. Yet in the deep south, I might as well have a "soon-to-be-expired" date on my label. Do they think my hair is too frizzy or that I’ve let myself get too fat? They tell me that I’m beautiful, which is nice, but do they care that my soul is also beautiful, or that I’m smart, or that I’m a critical thinker? And why do they look at my pictures more than what I write in my profile?
I have so many questions. Maybe one day, when I meet my so-called soul mate, I’ll have more answers than questions. But whether I am single or married, I will have unknowns in my life. Many things are uncertain, but that’s part of life’s journey. Hopefully, the journey will help me grow.