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| BRAD AND JULIE STEWART-BINKS |
I am
thinking about writing as I am writing about thinking. Metacognition (literally) means cognition
about cognition, or more simply: thinking about thinking. And since writing is an extension of
thinking, I have decidedly suggested that thinking about writing is an example
of metacognition. Are you still with me?
My blog
entries are typical examples of narrative writing, a weekly essay
that tells some sort of story that is mostly true, but sometimes
fictitious. Also, each blog entry is
mostly written within the device of stream of consciousness, a narrative mode
that depicts the multitudinous thoughts passing through my mind during these
focused given minutes (usually 90) that express
my interior monologue.
Thinking
about writing is not writing. Just as
thinking about running is not running, thinking about skating is not skating,
and thinking about academically preparing is not academically preparing. Thinking about writing is not writing but …
it comes close, this blog entry being a perfect and lazy example. Did I say lazy?
Factoid:
I never know what I’m going to write for my
blog until I think out a snappy title.
If, dear reader, you scroll into my blog past you will find snappy title
after snappy title after snappy title.
Titles are my strength. Titles
are my shine. And keeping with the
metaphor, the actual essay would by my shoe.
Sometimes, my essays are all shine and no shoe, but never are they all
shoe and no shine, if you know what I mean.
I am NOT a brutto tempo busker. The Canadian winter season is too algid for me to busk. Winter is my time to play shinny on outdoor
rinks, to gig in raucous bars, and to write folk songs and stream of
consciousness blog entries.
Let me
begin. I did not go with my favorite
NHL scout, Brad Hornung, and sit among the 4702 fans to watch the Regina Pats of the Western
Hockey League play the Spokane Chiefs.
Among those 4702 fans was Julie Stewart-Binks of FOX SPORTS (pictured
above with Brad). Had I been there, I
would have been in that picture!
I would have
also witnessed the Pats fourth straight win, beating the Chiefs 4 to 2. Also I missed my new best friend, Colby
Williams, winding up for one of his famous slap shots! (Remember Colby, the hockey player that gave
me the skates ... Colby, the same player that produced four points the previous
evening against the Saskatoon Blades, earning him the First Star billing for
the game. I was there, with Brad, at that
one!)
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| COLBY WINDING UP |
My thoughts
go now from skates to boots (not a thick transition): Colby gave me skates but … I do buy my own
boots. Here are my two pairs of Demonia
boots bought from my favourite downtown shop, MADAME YES. They are identical, save for the color. One pair is black; the other pair is
brown. These are my wheels everyday
spinning me along with my white or black shirt and blue jeans.
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| DEMONIA BOOTS |
And now from
boots to booth: My complicated friend,
Robin, took a time out (pun intended) to send me this picture of a TARDIS down the street from her. Hmmm ... I knew that Robin was a huge DOCTOR WHO fan! (Now I know that ROBIN IS DOCTOR WHO!)
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| ROBIN'S TARDIS |
And last,
this, too, from my complicated friend and dog lover, Robin. Keeping in my metacognitional theme, albeit with a telepathic twist, methinks Robin thinks I should draw her time-traveling companion, Rudy. After all, I did draw her other canine traveling companions, Max and Luke and Zoey. Recognizing my talent
for drawing faces, I could eke a Spartan living drawing pooch portraits but
… I am a BUSKOLOGIST. I prefer busking with a pencil and sketch pad in my present time zone. In a line, I prefer staying put in the 21st Century!
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| RUDY THE MOVIE STAR |
Whatever you
want to do is what you’re doing (Tony Robbins).
And thus my essay for today, a string of metacognitive words from the
esemplastic power of my imagination.
I’ve done what I wanted to have done ...
and right now I want to write and
think and write this to a close.
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