emancipated dissonance from the desk of renee ann

emancipated dissonance

Saturday, June 28, 2008

the rarest downdeep vulnerability
is impossible except for the lionhearted
and even then only at their best moments

the purest flatout love
is impossible unless you can learn to admit
your utmost selfish desire to be fully known and granted access to fully know

the halfway between times where we mostly exist
gives the opportunity for practice
letting yourself be known
learning to create space for others to be brave enough to ask you to know them
and in the process, becoming something more solid to the touch
more knowable

we humans, we need so much and give up so easily
have courage, friend
the reward for the risk of hoping
is the greatest thing this planet has to offer
is life.

if only there was the technology to combine my abby and my lisa and turn them into a boy...

posted by renee 5:10 PM

Thursday, June 19, 2008

i walk in the door after an hour long talk with abby and a great journaling session on a beautiful evening. an attempt at self-reassessment, of the cataloguing of flaws and strengths, and imagining a direction i might like to go from here, streamline a flurry of brainwaves. comparisons, the evaluation of the reasonableness of my expectations of life, honest considerations of what i want, whether i can get it, where it might be hiding.

and i interrupt a dinner party.

a girl is talking. pretty shiny dark hair, doe eyes, slim and shimmery. she says "my group of friends from high school, guys and girls, has started hanging out once a week or so, and we are having so much fun. one of the guys i went out with for like two weeks in high school, he was my first kiss and everything. and he just finished his MD and a MBA, and he bought this really great condo down on grand. marble countertops, you know, and it's huge! in high school he was the valedictorian of our class of 500, so he's really smart, i guess, but how could you finish both an MD AND an MBA?! plus, you know, he's a doctor..."

and i wanted, a little bit, to scream.

because there are girls like that out there, who want you for your money and your prestige and how they'll look all arranged perfectly on your leather couch in your fancy condo. and the thing is, it works out for girls like that. be pretty enough, get the charmed doctor's wife life, live happily ever after. he has his trophy, she has her enormous credit limit.

but despite the fact that i have fewer and fewer requirements, that i've learned to not demand things, to back off, to, maybe, play the game.

it is still not enough.

it disgusts me that there are men who want women that want them for their money or job title.
natural selection among humans at perhaps its most perverse.

i just think there's more to it than that. i want character more than prestige. integrity more than cashflow. i want depth more than brilliance. honesty more than dignity. fearlessness more than flawlessness.

mostly, though, i just WANT. and get nothing.

posted by renee 11:19 PM

Saturday, June 14, 2008

a day of facade, of a thin veneer of quiet over racing thoughts
i thought what i needed was time with my crazy book
to sit still and let the crashing waves of uncertainty and contradiction rush over me
to take the spiritual pounding in solitary martyrdom

instead i took an invitation to escape the smothering city
allowed myself to be driven away from overstimulating human denseness
to a place with a horizon
where endless fields invite muscle pumping, mind cleansing runningasfastasyoucan
where conversation is simple, obvious

and around a bonfire
we sat in mostly silence
and fully peace

posted by renee 4:49 PM

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

in summertime
under the surface
there is a mumblingrumbling
the earth beneath her feet

shifting in the deepest places
is obscured by
constant overwhelming bright flashing frenzy
above ground

she notices
where the light does not reach
and the noise has died to nothing
there is something new
a hint of electric crackling change

roots unrooted
solids liquified
will finally surge up, out
silencing the bazaars, the packed arenas, the regular shouting celebration
for a new sort of sound

fear of the uneternal
panicking uncertainty

something closer to whatever is real

meltdown shifts of tectonic proportions

and she squints at the sinking sun
imagines the quaking of the far off horizon is visible
feels the breeze on her skin
braces herself in the deceiving calm
for maelstrom

posted by renee 1:26 PM

Thursday, June 05, 2008

i'm pretty sure that if ben gibbard weren't so silly looking, he would not have gotten away with keeping his indie rock audience while getting all mainstream popular.

kudos to the ugly glasses, man. it worked.

also: turns out there are a lot of foreclosures out there. and i'm becoming more and more an administrator of databases. i disapprove of the number of things happening out there in the world that no one is adequately tracking. policy should be informed by facts. facts can only be arrived upon by the proper use of statistics, which is nearly impossible. i might end up making my living by that belief.

and tonight i'm going to drive through the hailstorm to go to a fashion show. that is dedication.

posted by renee 4:10 PM

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

had another little cognitive seizure at the renewed realization of the nearness of responsible adulthood part II.

becoming less and less willing to argue about the most important things, and possibly as a result, more willing to argue about things that don't matter to me. also noticing that i'm shying away from things i'm uncertain about rather than approaching them with an open desire to weigh the facts and make a decision worth sticking to. is this what grad school is doing to me?

on saturday, went to the longest barbecue ever. effortless fun with people i seriously enjoy from sunshine to hailstorm to the wee hours of the morning. some moments of precious and unexpected vulnerability. if i foster one strength in myself over my life i hope it is to become a person who creates an environment around herself where more of those are possible.

generally disillusioned about the tendency of Christians not to show up for things.

and i wonder: did Jesus see the people around him all as projects or did he really just love them? i don't think i know what that looked like at all.

summer is busy.

posted by renee 12:15 PM


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my band(mates)
thomas built the wall
casey on the drums

other friends
joa jean
nate t
nate b
the MAN i hate
my ex-neighbor

some i wish were my friends

music i listen to
band of horses
zoe keating
rilo kiley
(jenny lewis)
mr 1986
regina spektor
iron & wine
the new pornographers
radio on
the combo
emiliana torrini
sigur ros
nickel creek
trampled by turtles
the hold steady
the decemberists
del the funky homosapien
death cab
tv on the radio

the guys that review it
jason (in a kilt)
peter c

and the places to hear it
the fine line
varsity theater
the 400 bar
first avenue

found magazine
my pottery teacher
my favorite designer
aesthetic apparatus
the friendly stegosaurus

railroad illusions
we'll go sit on a coal car
bask in the soft light
and dream of a someday
simpler than this one

take a walk with me tonight, my dear
away from complications
away from fluorescent lights

we'll go lay on a rooftop
breathe in the sweet smoke
and talk of a place that’s
so far from this one

take a walk with me tonight, my dear
away from complications
away from conditioned air

we'll get lost under covers
smile at our trite words
and fall for a vision
so far from the truth

take a walk with me tonight, my dear
away from complications
away from the flightless facts

LEMUR is the answer!!