Somewhat About Me

On Poietes, Lola, writing, life, and other things . . .

You might notice me refer to myself or sign things as Poietes, which is an ancient Greek word that means poet or maker. Years ago, I was looking for an original word when e-mail first came about, and I wanted something that reflected not just who I thought I was, but who I wanted to become. I looked a long time until I came across Poietes. It’s a moniker that I use frequently, both here and on my tumblr, Frenzy and Lightning.

Most people who meet me for the first time don’t get me. Actually, most people who have met me several times don’t get me unless they have actually taken the time to get to know me. It is far easier to pre-judge and jump to conclusions. I’m just one of those kinds of people: I don’t fit into any one kind of category. I’m not the blue-eyed, blonde all-American. I’m not the preppy. I’m not the typical wife/mother.

I use my maiden name, always have. I like my last name, and my dad had no sons, so I use my last name partially out of loyalty to my father and partially because it’s my professional name. I’m half Filipina, but can be mistaken for several different races. I get asked “what are you?” which is such an obnoxiously ignorant question that I can’t even believe that such people still exist. I’m pretty arrogant, even when I really try not to be, but I just have no patience with stupidity, so it’s so hard most of the time.

I’m a curmudgeon and would rather not deal with most of the general public, especially those who shop in Wal Mart on Saturday afternoons (truthfully, do YOU like to shop in Wal Mart on Saturday afternoons? I didn’t think so). My family wishes that I would get out more, but I am bordering on becoming a cross between a recluse and an agoraphobic. Being in crowds gives me a migraine and makes me break out in hives. I have been known to hyperventilate in crowded elevators. Lola is my alter-ego, and you might encounter her if something particularly scathing or satirical needs to be said. Don’t worry, though—I rant less as I gain years, and I try to avoid politics and religion as I find that it’s better for my blood pressure, but sometimes ignoring the obvious is just too hard to do, especially in an election year that involved Mormons, Newt, and Donald, as you may have noticed.

After President Obama’s exciting campaign and election in ’08, I felt overwhelmed by the possibilities that loomed on the horizon. I must admit, that I have become more than a bit disillusioned, but I try to remind myself that it took W. eight years to screw things up royally, that, and the POTUS is still up against a staunchly conservative base that does not see a need for nationalized healthcare (socialism, my gawd), tax reform, or helping anyone but the one percent. I’m praying to the powers that be that Obama can make more things happen in this term, but I’m not holding my breath. Hopeful but still cynical. I’m still a flaming feminist very left of center liberal who believes that we should all give peace a chance, so to speak . . . With that in mind, change may still come one day, fingers crossed.

Tillie the Lab

As a former college English instructor, I have a tendency to correct those around me (which my family tolerates), and I refuse to use that which is referred to as text-speak. And by the way, it’s please drive safely (drive is a verb, so it is modified by an adverb). Speaking of family, I love mine—near and extended—above all else and am fiercely overprotective (much to eldest son’s chagrin). I love my friends, even though they are all now far-flung. I tend to be my own worst enemy because I don’t believe in myself enough, but I believe in those around me and push them to do their best. I trust people too quickly, which has led more than once to people taking advantage of me. Live and learn, I suppose.

I think that overall, people don’t read enough and don’t think enough. They spend too much time killing brain cells with alcohol and drugs and other mindless cacophonous chatter (the Kardashians as an American royal family? Kim as our own Duchess of Cambridge? Really? Pu-leez). Doesn’t anyone care about expanding their horizons any more? Doesn’t anyone care about what’s beyond their back doors? I saw some twit on television who identified John Kennedy as being married to Marilyn Monroe and another twit who said that the Berlin Wall was in China. I wanted to jump through the television screen, but then I remembered what someone told me once (and it was a very zen moment): You have to lower your expectations or you are going to have a heart attack.

But still . . . my gawd, people, what happened to exploration? Self-exploration? Wanting to know what was out there in the world? Wanting to go out and find it? Wanting to bathe yourself in the wonders of everything that was awaiting you? I mean, are we so short-sighted as a society now, or are we so scared? Which is it? Is it fear of what’s out there that keeps us from wanting to explore, so we keep our explorations to what we can ingest on Saturday night instead of where our brains can take us and then beyond?

People should be more like dogs . . . This is my credo, and I firmly believe it. . . .

Bailey Summer Fun

Bailey Puppy Portrait

We are down to two dogs now as my fluffy boy dog Shakes and grouchy old Alfie have both gone to doggie heaven. Of course, I’m still in mourning. Tillie, the Black Labrador turns six this December and isn’t so small any more, but she’s adorable, and we found out that she really, really likes accessories and insists on wearing neckwear. She also does not like it when Corey and I kiss. We added Bailey, a hound mix, this past summer. She and Tillie get along splendidly, and I don’t think Tillie realized she really wanted a sister until she had one. Bailey is very sweet but thinks she is very small, as can be attested to when she lays on my chest and washes my face. She does not bark except at selected individuals, and we haven’t quite figured out what sets her off, but se has a deep, ferocious bark that does not fit her personality at all. I tried to find a literary name for her, but her squishy face just didn’t fit any, hence, Bailey. She is not so fond of neckwear and actively tries to remove any that Tillie is wearing.

This little bio was supposed to be about me. Well, I’m pretty boring. I have my husband, who I am sure you will read about, my three children, and now, a granddaughter (how odd as I am only 38). I had to give up Pepsi because of the caffeine, but I still cheat occasionally. I drink my two cups of coffee and an occasional (perhaps more than occasional) cup of tea. I’m actively trying to rid my diet of sugar and chocolate, but admittedly, it’s a work in progress. I’m addicted to the “Walking Dead,” “Dr. Who” and all things BBC America, and I love crime shows but hate sitcoms. Tumblr is my newest Internet obsession, having never really found much use for Facebook or Twitter as I don’t believe that anyone really cares if I’m in line at Starbucks, and I refuse to support Zuckerberg just on general principle.

I’m glad that I have some regulars who stop by to comment, and I try to be timely in my replies. If this is your first time, welcome. I hope that you return. That’s all for now. I usually update this page and my avatar (thank you, Photoshop) about once a year, and for those of you who have been here before, you can see that not much changes. 

Welcome to my little world where anything can happen and unfortunately, usually does. As always, there will be more later. Peace.

P.S. Did I mention that I tend to go on a lot and that my blogs are actually blongs? I didn’t? Well, you’ll see.

85 comments on “Somewhat About Me

  1. DJ Dyer says:

    Wow, what a great “about me” post. I’m very much looking forward to reading more entries. Ok, here goes…

  2. starshine says:

    Poietes,

    You’re right – people don’t think enough or read enough these days.

    Do you have a “contact me” link here?

    Peace to you..

  3. poietes says:

    Hey Manish,

    Thanks so much for dropping by and leaving me a poem. I visited your space so that I could see more of your work. You are very prolific. Thank you again.

    Poietes.

  4. you are bloom
    and so well ripened
    that my fruits
    feel humiliated
    my words
    disgusted
    me
    motivated
    seasons have so many marks on you
    that you are a folded paper
    with so many crumples
    inserted
    you are rhizome
    need not have roots
    attaching everywhere
    edges negotiated

    i know, i can not define your score
    with experiences
    because traits
    and your realization
    escape me

    but still, dedications
    is important
    so that i want to feel
    in front of you
    humbled
    and
    humiliated

    take care

  5. rugator says:

    Oh, and please add me to your site. I’d be honored. Unfortunately, this was the only way I could respond to your email. My address fyi: “gatorgolfmike@yahoo.com”

    Thanks so much!

  6. rugator says:

    “If we are related, then we shall meet through these words,” by Ralph Waldo Emerson (and, I might add, not by accident)

    May I add/promote your site on mind? (pretty good leading question, I’d say, right?)

  7. viewpacific says:

    I love it! You’ve completely shattered my image of a curmudgeon, which used to be something like some old crusty guy muttering in his beard about who-knows-what. You’ve proven to me that there’s something to hear amidst the softly-spoken, if cynical, words – something more than curmudgeonly (I love THAT word!) complaints.

    Your blog feels so genuine and live; it’s inspiring! Please keep going with it.

    I’m sorry to admit that like dbmyrrha before me, I’m not a Pepsi person. (sheepishly) I don’t even drink canned sodas. Uh, am I blocked from this site now or something? ;-)

    I’m glad you came to visit me at viewpacific and hope you stop by again.

    vp

    • poietes says:

      If I blocked all of the people who didn’t drink Pepsi and eat Twizzlers, then I might end up having to block people who don’t like dogs, and then it might lead to blocking people who don’t like oceans, and then who knows where the blocking mights lead, so it looks as if you are safe for now. I do need to update my about me page, though, but I’m waiting until after the inaugural address.

      The word curmudgeon is such a great word, isn’t it? It’s complicated but wonderfully descriptive. Although, one day I will probably be muttering about who-knows-what, but let’s hope that I don’t have a beard . . .

      Please keep writing about the Pacific Coast, and I’ll keep up with my views from the East Coast. I hope that your healing continues, and I will drop in often.

  8. dbmyrrha says:

    Hey there, thanks for commenting on my writing blog (Leaving Lilac Sky). I see from your intro that we seem to have quite a bit in common (well, except the fact that i’m a “Coke” person. I hope that doesn’t put a damper on our relationship.)

    I look forward to reading your blog, and getting to know you a bit better.

    ~DB

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