Wreck This Journal: Week 8

A lot of people in this Wreck This Journal book blogging group tackled the burning page early on. Since I waited, it felt almost a little boring so I just kept ignoring that page.

With the help of my husband and stepson, last night I ceremoniously burned the page. We even made another video. I have to give my husband loads of credit for his ideas on how to burn the page as well as his film directorship. I hope you like it.

Happy wrecking!

If you’re confused as to what this Wreck This Journal stuff is all about or curious to see what other wrecking has transpired, here are some links to bring you up to speed.

Wreck This Journal: Week 7

Two glorious forms of wrecking occurred this week in my journal. Both involved tearing pages out and putting pages in.

First, I laundered a page. I ripped it out, folded it up and tucked it in the pocket of a pair of shorts. One wash cycle and 45 minutes of dryer time later, I let my hubby recover the balled up (but clean) page.

Pulling the washed page out of a pocket

Pulling the washed page out of a pocket

Carefully opening the washed page

Carefully opening the washed page

The beautiful end result

The beautiful end result

Second, and even more glorious, I swapped pages with the delightful LaWendula in Germany. That’s right, our pages crossed a good portion of the globe in just a few short days. Her page came to me on Monday, the same day that I put my page in the mail to her. She let me know yesterday that she had received it already.

I was so excited to see that envelope in the mailbox! She had used several pretty stamps on a bright pink envelope. So cheerful!

Stamps from LaWendula's letter to me

Stamps from LaWendula's letter to me

The page she sent could not have been more perfect. She glued in a page from Kate Chopin’s The Awakening.

LaWendula's <em>The Awakening</em> page

LaWendula's The Awakening page

What LaWendula didn’t realize is that Kate Chopin is my favorite classic author. I read The Awakening and a number of Chopin’s short stories as an English major in college. Her “The Story of an Hour” is one of my favorites.

A few months ago I purchased a copy of The Awakening and Selected Short Fiction so I could read it all over again. That book is next on my “to read” list (after I finish The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger).

<em>The Awakening</em> at the top of my own "to read" stack\

So to LaWendula: Thank you very much for sending me this beautiful page! I have given it a new home in a “clean” portion of my Wreck This Journal. I will think of you when I read The Awakening. I’m pleased to have you as a new friend.

To all of my fellow wreckers, Happy Wrecking!

If you’re confused as to what this Wreck This Journal stuff is all about or curious to see what other wrecking has transpired, here are some links to bring you up to speed.

Wreck This Journal: Week 6

This week for Wreck This Journal, I overcame a fear. I made a video.

Lots of fellow wreckers paved the way for me by making videos that looked fun and not terribly scary. I generally don’t like video cameras and find it hard to be myself around them, so this was a huge step.

This was completely spontaneous. One minute I was weeding my garden, the next I was scurrying through my house to gather up my computer and journal in the last few minutes of daylight.

I had a lot of fun making this video and I didn’t even chicken out in posting it. Here it is. Enjoy!

Happy wrecking!

If you’re confused as to what this Wreck This Journal stuff is all about or curious to see what other wrecking has transpired, here are some links to bring you up to speed.

Wreck This Journal: Week 5

Another journal wrecking week is coming to a close. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, see the links at the end of this post.)

As I’m sure my fellow wreckers can attest, some weeks are more inspired than others. Last week, not so much. This week, inspired!

My stepson has been playing with a box of balloons this week. Those long, skinny balloons that are meant for being shaped into animals or hats.

My husband, being a giant kid himself, had the idea to make a water balloon with one. It was meant to be some kind of fancy water cannon with which he could inflict torture on my stepson (or possibly me).

Fortunately for us his idea evolved. While standing at the sink alternately filling a balloon and twisting, he asked if he could smash his water balloon in my journal.

My reply? “Heck yeah! I’ll get the camera.”

We flipped the book open to “scrub this page” and let loose.

I ended up with 67 photographs from what was probably two minutes of wreckage. Here are some of the highlights:

Let the wrecking begin!

Let the wrecking begin!

The journal proves to be a formidable opponent

The journal proves to be a formidable opponent

Time to get serious

Time to get serious

Why swing one balloon when you can wield nunchucks...

Why swing one balloon when you can wield nunchucks...

Squeezing out the last few drips for good measure

Squeezing out the last few drips for good measure

Consider this journal scrubbed clean

Consider this journal scrubbed clean

Yes, I and the camera both got wet.

Happy wrecking!

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Wreck This Journal: Week 4

Cut through multiple pages to make fringe

Cut through multiple pages to make fringe

After playing baseball with Wreck This Journal last Friday night, I have to admit I was at a loss for what to do next.

I was so proud of the idea and ecstatic that I got a great photo of it on my phone. It was a perfect act of joyous spontaneity. After all my piddly little wrecking exercises, I’d raised my personal bar quite high. I was no longer following the rules of destruction. I was actually wrecking.

Since I can’t force spontaneity, this week I simply returned to the suggestions within the book. I’m sure another impromptu joyful wrecking will occur. At least I proved to myself that I could do it.

The next best thing seemed to be rising to Jamie’s challenge of doing the thing we fear most. For me that’s the food page. To ease myself in, I bit a grape in half and smeared it on the page. It’s not exactly messy like, say, spaghetti sauce might be. But it’s a start.

Here are the tragedies my journal endured this week:

  1. Rubbed in infield dirt and gravel at the baseball field
  2. Ripped out and crumpled up a page. Cat batted it around the living room.
  3. Hubby wrote in it with a dirty stick. Since the stick is no longer pressed in the book, that probably means it’s loose in my purse. I should probably go look for that.
  4. Writing with a dirty stick

    Writing with a dirty stick

  5. Grape smearing
  6. Cut through multiple pages. For some reason, this was extremely gratifying.
  7. Holes poked with a pencil (not inside the dotted lines)
  8. Drawing thick and thin lines with a pencil
  9. Made a paper airplane (still in tact in book)
  10. Folded a paper airplane

    Folded a paper airplane

  11. Completely colored a page wherein I allowed myself to be okay with my art skills be elementary
  12. Completely colored a page

    Completely colored a page

  13. Dripped nail polish and smooshed the book to make a pattern
  14. Smooshed nail polish

    Smooshed nail polish

Happy wrecking!

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Wreck This Journal: Week 3 (part 2)

Because this was too good to hold until next week… Wreck This Journal baseball style. That’s my husband at bat. Talk about cracking the spine! It’s mangled good now. And then I rubbed it in the infield dirt. Overcame the fear of getting it dirty. Woohoo!

Wreck This Journal baseball style

Wreck This Journal baseball style

Read Wreck This Journal: Week 3 (the first part- where the I mailed the journal)

Wreck This Journal: Week 3

First I want to thank all of the people who visited and commented my earlier WTJ posts! It is incredible to be in the company of so many amazing, witty, funny, wonderful people. Thank you so much for dropping by. Wreck on!

We are now entering week 3 of Wreck This Journal. The first two weeks have been a blast, as well as a learning process.

The first thing I did this week was mail my journal to myself. I took it to my office last Thursday with a heap of stamps. I taped it closed reveling in how glorious the track of destruction would be when I ripped it back off. I addressed it with a borrowed blue Sharpie then adhered a return address label.

All taped up

All taped up

I asked the guy in the mail room to weigh the book and tell me how much the postage would be. He paused. I’m not sure if it was because I handed him a book that was taped shut or if it was because he noticed the From and To address were identical. No matter. The cost to mail would be $2.24.

Two sunflowers and four Edgar Allan Poe stamps later, I reluctantly dropped my journal in the mail bin. In NY. A whole state away from my house in NJ.

Stamps after the tape ripped them off

Stamps after the tape ripped them off

Then the withdrawal set in. I wondered how long it would be before I held my journal again. I despaired over thinking it might get lost in the mail.

Over the weekend I lived vicariously through all of my fellow wreckers, reading their posts, looking at their photos, watching their videos. Each one spurred brilliant new ideas. Alas, there was no journal for me to wreck.

So I waited.

My journal made it home on Monday. I felt relief. I felt excitement. I felt fear over taking on some of the more difficult pages.

The journal back home safe in my mailbox

The journal back home safe in my mailbox

I yanked off the tape. The cover was remarkably resilient, but I managed to pull off the black layer in some places.

After ripping the tape off

After ripping the tape off

Ahhh, that’s better.

Here are the tragedies my journal endured this week:

  1. Mailing (as aforementioned)
  2. Crumpling the instruction page
  3. Covering a page with white things
  4. Cover this page with white things

    Cover this page with white things

  5. Scratching with a metal ruler
  6. Writing on the sides of the pages
  7. My husband's not-so-secret message

    My husband's not-so-secret message

    My new clean curse phrase

    My new clean curse phrase

Keeping it in decent condition to mail it was my previous excuse for keeping the wreckage mild. Now that mailing is done, I need to step it up. (Cue Jaws theme music.)

Will I be able to do it? Time will tell. Check back next week.

Happy wrecking!

Update 6/20/09: Read Wreck This Journal: Week 3 part 2 (where my husband and I play baseball with the journal)

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