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Started July 1st 2019 for contests, etc. as other blogs are filling up and have other purposes.  I'm starting a new blog because
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I've started an appendix (I no longer have one personally) to keep track of my Space Cadet journals for Space Blog. It's a work constantly under construction. Mind the mess.
I needed to start a folder for contests as there are so many deadlines and details to remember.
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I'm trying to do an appendix: "Space Cadet - the never ending journal"  , which at the moment is underconstruction but necessary so folks (including me) don't get lost or confused. From my (Space Cadet's) notes as a child to be shared 4157 26: Fairy dust The night song of crickets was the sound of stars twinkling* I've heard a recording of crickets. Do they shine like stars? There are so many tonight. I think they'd be louder here. Fireflies were fairy dust, gleaming in moonlight* The moons are dark rocks flying like ravens. I've heard about faeries. They live in the gloomy forests. I'm not allowed to visit them. But I want to. Words couldn't hurt me and promises were kept* But they do hurt. I want to leave as soon as I can. Happy endings were real and wishes came true —* That would be nice. They say "wish upon a star", but which one? There are so many to choose from. I can only tell you that I did escape. The details are for another time. Fanciful things only a child can believe before life's bitter lessons take the wonder away.* I have never lost my sense of wonder. *The italicized part of the child's memory is a response to the poem found in:
Read the above item. Prompt: Happy endings were real and wishes came true. Write about this from a child's view. For
4157 26 90210: Yes, they're humanoid. No, we will NOT contact them. Yes, there are very good reasons to avoid them. Slavery is one. Hatred and division is another. Irrationality reigns. Jaafar: Said so sweetly and gently, not one note out-of-place. Not one argument to defend. No sense that you are even ruffled. 90210: I'm not. Jaafar: Impressive. 90210: You should have met my father's sister. They say I take after her. As unmoveable as a rock and about as much empathy. I get that from my maternal grandfather. Skipped a generation. Jaafar: Empathy. 90210: Can move people to move planets. Some believe in competition that in it's worse form leads to warfare. I believe that a unified force built on peace serves the universe better. Jaafar: You're good at it. 90210: If I weren't we'd all be enslaved or sold at the meat market. Jaafar: That bad. 90210: Worse. The humans of the Green Star wracked havoc as soon as they discovered interstellar travel. It's why the humans of Sol were kept out of space for thousands of years. They did better on their third try many stardates ago. Jaafar: But before then... 90210: Interdicted. Banned. Blocked. Kept in the dark. But humans are intelligent. Those on the Green Star still want to escape. They entice unwary interstellar travellers until they can. Jaafar: We didn't fall for it. 90210: You might have. This crew is vulnerable. But Kat's dreams are true. And Kat's and Cook's people have suffered immensely. Jaafar: And you? 90210: Not as sure-of-the-future as Kat. Not as wary as Cook. Not as steadfast as my aunt. But I know this crew and I know how to read their thoughts better than the Green Star does. And Kat says we leave them behind in her dreams. And that I am the one to guide us through. And that is enough. Prompt: Imagine what the world would be like today if humans had never discovered/invented _________ (fill in the blank). Interstellar travel. We have and were punished for it. We now think it's possible. It's probable ... if the Universe welcomes us back. Just my theory... For:
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| Officer Kat: We are a people of dreams. It's how we process all we've taken in. Others foolishly think we're sleeping. "Keep on course", I yell as another wave rocks us. Of course they don't need my command, but to the inexperienced crew it comforts them that someone is in command ... and not them. I stifle a laugh remembering. I dream as I listen to the broadcast coming from the unknown object. A mix of voices, a mix of chit-chat behind one plea, find us. Then an alarm and flashing lights. "Ignore it", I yell out. No one dare question that tone of voice. I spent years perfecting it. I listen closer. I recognize one voice. I command the person nearest me. "Tell Cook to bring me something warm and creamy to drink. At once." I note how quick she obeys. Good. She's not distracted. "Thank-you." I smile at Cook and hand him a note and say softly, "Console 23." It's off to the side but within my sight. I must be wary. I must be certain there is no life. Another jarring wave. I motion with my hand at a crew member who turns to look at me. "Steady," is all I say in a neutral voice meant to calm. In so many ways I'm calm. At the corners of my mind I hear the moaning, the dying pleas, the incessant chatter beckoning me. I'm impervious to anything outside this dream. In my dream they have been dead for centuries. Lost Colony 71. So this is where it all ended ... or maybe not ... the historians don't mention the Green Star ... and even then they would have. Perhaps it's just a recording or many recordings set to confuse. Ah ... another voice pleading ... from a different people, a different time. The 'ride' begins to smooth out as we leave the object and turbulence behind. "Cook. Finish what you are doing and bring me a refill ... please." I say this with my "sweet" voice to convey my unconcern. Cook would have told me if his scans for life had proved positive. His silence confirms my dreams. I sip on the creamy brew and beckon Officer 90210. "A few hours, maybe a day, and this command is yours." I purr and close my eyes to return to dream. From:
Prompt: Where do our dreams lead us? Don't chase your dreams, live them! For:
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| 4157 24... Officer Kat: We have been buffeted by waves that rock us yet we adjust and keep our eyes on the prize. The Green Star sends out a siren song as if to draw us in. I've muted it so the crew does not hear. I listen. Someone must and I'm impervious to it. It has nothing to offer my species other than pain. I don't allow anyone to know that either. I shield myself from fellow Officer 90210. She, more than anyone else, must not worry. When I hand the ship to her she must keep the crew focused on our destination. The truth ... is not important. The truth ... what's that? A kat like me (yes I have a personal name, as does Cook; you just can't pronounce it) has internalized the torture of my forefathers, knows the stories of slaves, the value of internal organs, the anguish of our mis-communicated pleas. The Green Star poses as a beacon, a respite in the middle of nowhere, an oasis some would call it. But it's more than that. Its dozen inhabited planets and moons are interdicted from interstellar space. They can only lure us to our doom ... if we let them. And many have been lured while few escape. They promise whatever you desire ... and are quick to provide it ... until it's too late. I have no desires. But most of this crew would beg to land if they heard the offers that answer their hearts' desires. Even Officer 90210 ... although she has shielded herself, as per my request, as a caution. Fortunately, even if our defenses are breached she has her own. Amazing how a human can be trained. I've studied them all. So few can resist the siren's call but her inner core is true. She'll be the last one standing with me and Cook and who-knows-who. Battle can bring out the best or worse in sentient beings. Yes, Cook. He knows my worries without speaking words. His kind also knows the Green Star and the danger it poses. We spend all 'day' approaching, All 'night' adjusting courses, cloaked and silent. We offer no explanation nor response to the pleas that only I can hear. It's approaching a new day. We aren't quite out of danger and that last wave made us wobble. As long as we escape I don't care. We can adjust later if necessary. But that speck getting larger... I up the alert and warn the Navigators. The children of the Wings are sent to chambers. All unnecessary personnel are locked in too. Someone must survive. I hear the sirens whinging louder now, worry that my precautions haven't been enough. It's going to be a long two hours ... Prompt:
How often do you worry about worrying and end up worrying about nothing at all? Write about this in your Blog entry today. For:
Worry is a gift when it helps me make Plan A, B, C, D... It's a real problem however if not based on reality. As a member of the lower social class and with no family to rescue me, my worry is very real and warranted. Once plans are made I have to let go. Like when I get to my seat on the plane and we take off? No worries. It's out of my control. 2.595 |
Officer Kat: I will guide this ship for the next two days. It should be a matter of simply staying on course and being alert to any unexplained deviations. Apparently, not everyone wants us to get to our destination. When Wing 90210 takes over she'll explain why she needs to be obeyed. Her command of this ship is critical.  Wing 90210: Well said. Kat: You know how much I hate this. 90210: Why you. Why me. Kat: I dreamed this moment. When I saw the eyes in the sky, I knew I needed to take command. I have the focus, the authority and the ability to thread a needle. 90210: And me? Kat: You're like a sheep-dog herding sheep. We will be in great danger and the crew must totally trust you. They don't trust me. 90210: Because of the last time? Kat: No. That was a nightmare, but most of us survived. They're Human ... or close enough. I'm not. I studied Humanology. In their mythology I'm either a goddess to be feared or a pet. I'm neither. 90210: You could have been Queen. Kat: I WAS Queen! And not just any queen, but it wasn't enough. I had dreams. And those dreams meant leaving for the stars. 90210: You're different from your kind. Kat: We all are. On our various planets among our own kind we bicker, divide ourselves into groups and fight. One faction thinks its better than the other or worse, a defender of the Truth, one only they know and believe in. Not here. This ship has no factions. No fighting. Total allegiance to our mission is crucial in spite of our various understandings of it. We have individual jobs and positions but we act as a group. One group. Us. 90210: So ... I need to keep us unified. Kat: Yep. And there's no one more qualified to do that. 90210: Do you think I'll need to wake up the others? Kat: Perhaps not. That's your decision. I intend to lock myself in my chamber and go back to dreaming. I have no skills to offer for fighting the Green Star. 90210: It has a name... Kat: One that my people avoid mentioning. Our myths consider it a deadly menace. Everyone will need a clear mind, without that mythological baggage, to deal with it. In my dream we do not engage it. We just leave it behind. Prompt for
where I found a slogan that I thought might get some responses. No mudslinging please. Prompt: "No one single person is truly represented by any political party." I agree but avoided dwelling on the prompt to present a situation where there are no political parties. A starship really could not function without cohesion and partisan fighting would doom its existence. 2,587 |
| beeep FLASH beeep FLASH beeep FLASH We are in the middle of nowhere. Uncharted space they call it. There's little to chart. As I mentioned yesterday, we had a meeting. Mostly routine. All the Landers1 have been snoozing peacefully. The Wings2 have been taking turns guiding us and doing what Wings do best ... stare into nothingness. A few have been making multidimensional models of where we've been. Our path looks like a worm through a tube. One Wing who's very tactile made a physical model of the area we left. Impressive. Most of us have great spatial capacities; but, still impressive. Another has made a virtual three D model that a group of children have made into a hide-and-seek game. Plus each spot emits a musical note ... one child dances through the space playing her own song. More than impressive. But I digress. beeep FLASH beeep FLASH beeep FLASH Those beeps and flashes? A bit annoying but they are muted to not disturb anyone. It's a minor alert signal that crew needs to gather to discuss something of interest, nothing urgent. It began as our meeting wrapped up. Wing Jaafaar: We are no longer sure where we are. We caught an unexpected wave. We're 95% sure that we aren't far off course. Wing Sheima: We have re-calibrated and we are closer to our goal than before. The exact heading is a concern as we'll brush close to a system we'd rather avoid. Wing 902103: I estimate that we can go around it and still be where we need to be when we choose4 to be there. Wing Jaafar: Cook. Cook: I'm making up a special meal that may help us think. It's been awhile since any of you have eaten a decent meal. (applause) Now let me speak. I've added nutrients and herbs that will help you all think. You'll need the boost. I also summoned Officer Kat5 to help us. Wing Sheima: Well, last time ... Wing Jaafaar: Was last time. beeep FLASH beeep FLASH beeep FLASH Officer Kat: Yes, I know some of you don't trust me. You feel that I should merely follow you. I don't. And that's why I'm on this ship. Look at this. (she brings up specs) We all know that what we see is merely from our own position in space. These two glowing spheres that look like my eyes, one green, one golden, are the ones we must avoid. If they begin to draw nearer to each other we're off course. The way forward for the next couple days lies between them; as we approach they will look different. Until then I'm assuming command when Wing 90210 will take over to steer us around the nearest one pulsing green. (shuffling) Now turn off that annoying flash-and-beep. It's time to follow the Kat. (utter quiet) And with that I went back to my chambers, perchance to sleep. Two prompts: "Invalid Item" "Not all those who wander are lost". What do you think this means? Analyze and report. YES AND NO. IF YOU HAVE A GUIDING STAR YOU'RE NEVER LOST EVEN IF YOU DON'T WHERE YOU ARE. For:
Day 2790: July 7, 2020 Prompt: “That’s the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you.” ― Ray Bradbury. What do you think is the secret of creativity? MY REAL ANSWER ... NO, YOU FOLLOW THEM. For:
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| I just woke up for no reason and have this blinking message. What do you think life will be like in stardate 4162? I don't know! Guinan might but she won't tell you. Don't bother asking... Time and space is fluid. We may have many missions. We may be planet bound. A star might go nova and the waves may take us past the edge of this galaxy. I don't speculate. I don't care. But here's a note I wrote from years ago: I predict: I will have enough food to be fat. I will get good grades and become a captain of my own ship. I will stop the wars in Zeta Epsilon. I will go on a long vacation there. I will be happy. Ah ... to be a child again! None of this came to pass except the happy part; although, it's better to say I'm content to be useful. I don't envy the captain. At least I get to have a life! And right now that means I get to go back to sleep. I need to wake up tomorrow for a scheduled check. Until then. July 6th Prompt: What will life be like 5 years from now? For:
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| Me: Yeah, I'm tired of being creative. For that go to yesterday's blog: "bloodbank conversation " .You might even laugh. I've re-edited it.Did two creative blogs already in the past day and there's so much more I need to do before I doze off. So this comment already shows you two types who inspire me: 1. Those who create. I don't need to visit the wonders of the human world to ooh and aah. I see it in abandoned alleys where once three hundred years ago in the Alfama some artist fashioned tiles that have withstood the chips and grime of time. Or street art under a bridge in a small Norwegian town. There are artists everywhere in every corner. 2. Those who have the energy and drive to do what needs to be done, regardless of whether that's external like fighting a fire or internal, like fighting their own demons. I'm not blaming those who give up or just wear out. It's just that I don't have that level of energy and apparently I'm not alone. In my travels I meet many who inspire me. Kindness inspires me. Rational thinkers inspire me. People who go with the flow inspire me. Those who live each day in the present, those who see into the future, those who dig up the past ... they all inspire me. But one person? That's asking too much. Many have helped me at various stages of life. But I've never had a true mentor. For:
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| What could you give a 40-minute presentation on with absolutely no preparation? Ajo: I asked my friends on bl  dbank because they never show their faces. [Thoom  ] Herbs. Soups. [Bunny  ] He said 40 minutes, not 40 years.[Meadowlark  ] Yes ... it would take that long or longer. [Knyflok  ] Tea. Water.[Thoom ] Ah. The simple things of life.[Ajo  ] Like me! [Knyflok ] No. You're complicated.  [Bawang  ] Get a room![Ajo ] We have.  [Clovia  ] How to shave without cutting ... well ... maybe an occasional nick or two.  No one's perfect.  [Sarah Shoom  ] There was only that one time. He didn't bleed much and I lapped it all up! Don't be hard on yourself.[Clovia ] Yeah, well, thanks for getting me out of that mess. [Old Sniffer  ] The fragrances of blood types.[Brett  ] Those who have any, eh, Lily?[Lily  ] Whatever, Brat. [Lily ] Cryogenics.  I've been frozen once. *shudder* Or would you rather have a virtual tour of a hog factory? The killing floor is where the fun's at.  [Bawang ] How to kept your fangs in tip-top shape. Assertiveness training. [  Czeszniak ] How to nibble without biting? What was his name? Do I see you blushing.[Bawang ]I never blush. [Anon] Oops, must be a trickle of my blood on your ...  [Brett ] How not to piss off people in Detroit.  Yeah ... thanks a lot, folks.  [Bunny ] How to cook an acre of carrots?  How to love an orphan. The color blue?[Robert  , a guest] Orphan?[Meadowlark ] Yeah, me. Actually I was abandoned. Bunny found me and raised me.[Meadowlark ] The joys of being a vampy-vegetarian. The struggles of building community with really weird people.  [Anon] How can you be a vegetarian and joyful?  [Ajo ] Visit our community. After Bawang flashes their fangs you'll be joyful that you're not dinner.[Brett ] Or a snack. Some of us are always hungry.[Bunny ] Mind your manners, Brett! [Knyflok ]As for weird? Yes. But I've seen weirder.[ Czeszniak] Oh, please, do tell. [  Charlieee , a guest] I'll take a ticket for the vampy vegetarian seminar. [Meadowlark ] Would you like to sign up for "Shrooms and Greens" or "Fruits and Nuts"? There's room in both and you'd be welcome to join us.[Sarah Shoom ] How to dance? How to stay positive? Anyone love jewelry? [Meadowlark ] As long as it isn't silver. Bloodstone is better.  [ Czeszniak] History of woodworking or well ... anything historical. Cookies! [Bunny ] I'll go with cookies. You can out talk Thoom.[Thoom ] I'll provide the tea.  [Mr. Nightengale  ] Immortality versus death. [Thoom ] An ancient topic.[Knyflok ] Yes, an eternal one.[Apondia  , a guest] Save me a seat for immortality versus death. [Thoom A truly deep topic. Mortality can be a gift.  Come to The Shallot for tea. I'll mix up some herbs while we sit and chat.[Ajo ] And on that note we're going to wrap it up. [Bawang ] Spoil sport.      For:
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| A weekly blog that starts skinny on Saturday and fattens up by Tuesday and is ready for slaughter by Friday ... if not before. llllllllllllllllllllllllllllsummerlllllllllllllllll  llllllllllllll llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll lllllllllllllllllllllllll lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll  lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll  llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll lll llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll  lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll ███████ PORTHOLE ███████ SUMMER: JULY 2020 “O FRIEND! In the garden of thy heart plant naught but the rose of love, and from the nightingale of affection and desire loosen not thy hold. Treasure the companionship of the righteous and eschew all fellowship with the ungodly.Ye are all leaves of one tree and the fruits of one branch.” - Bahá'u'lláh  MY THOUGHTSJuly 04: Prediction... cases soar to 100k/day by early August. 10 million by January. July 05: The pony-tail posse is not wearing masks. Heaven help us all in this building. July 06: Just another boring day ahead. Aren't they all? July 07: Panic as I thought that my chromebook wouldn't charge. It did. I'm relieved. July 08: It's sad to see riots in Belgrade, and Prishtina closed down. Montana's future? July 08: I'm up against some awesome poets. I've been upping my game, still not quite enough. July 09: Covid numbers are soaring in Montana and that's hard for me to ignore. Work to do. July 10: I'm trying to limit social media to keep the drama and insanity at bay.  WEATHER July 04: 26° and muggy; -66° and snow flurries at the South Pole. July 05: 25° and dry with a gentle NW breeze; 14° and damp in Perth. Won't warm up much; windy later. July 06: 20° clear sunny; 25° and humid in Nara, Japan. Low for the day. Rainy week. July 07: 18° and gloomy; 32° and steamy in Orange Walk, Belice. July 08: 18° warming, clouds; 31° and sunshine in Crete, Nebraska. July 09: 20-29° clear warming; 21° rain later in Mexico City. July 10: 16° at 1 a.m and cooling, may rain by morning; 24° and sticky in Santo Domingo, DR. Temps 34/23 this week.  IMAGESJuly 04: Fireworks near where I live. Unexpected. Rose buds. Spicy lentils. July 05: Fragrance of drying rosebuds. Cold tuna-cheese-macaroni. July 06: Pink, white, red hollyhocks, dappled shade. July 07: ... gloomy. Calming oolong tea. July 08: rose, lavender, sage, linden, mock-orange. Smelly! July 09: Starlight, lamplight, moths, river rumble, cooling breeze. July 10: After 9 and not a cloud in the sky, orange horizon and alpenglow on beige mountains as they go to seed.  CONTESTSIt's increasingly obvious that I will NOT do all of these in any given month. Priorities are given to sporadic contest. Blink and I may have to wait 3 months! FICTION:  "No Dialogue Contest-CLOSED" SS <700. No dialogue. HEAT by 7/31. B/E "Invalid Item" FF < 300 Flash Fiction Romance/Erotica by 7/14(Freedom) B/E "The Dialogue 500" SS <500. July: A Dialogue with your Doctor at the Sanitarium.{bitem:} "The Science Fiction Short Story Contest" SS <2000. July: {bitem:} "WEIRD TALES CONTEST " SS <1000, July: invaders from outside. {bitem:}POETRY:  "Poetic Traditions Poetry Contest " <50. Old or new not awarded. Limited to 20. "First drum set" "Write from the Heart - closed" Romance. "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" Round 85 15th to July 14th. Old or new. Free verse <40 lines. "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" Round 86 15th to July 31st. Old or new. Free verse <40 lines. "The Humorous Poetry Contest" <15 Humor. Round 33?. B/E1 "Invalid Item" Round 74: mondo. "White rosebuds [123]" 2 "Invalid Item" Round 75: "Invalid Item" New or old <50 lines Whenever: "The Random Poetry Contest" August: "Invalid Item" <60. It's a dark month...September: "Verdant Poetry Contest - On Hiatus" Nature. Autumn. Form and words by Sept. 30.BOTH: "The Writer's Cramp" Daily noon-noon WDC = 10 a.m. MTT. Must be item. "The Taboo Words Contest ~ On Hiatus" Monthly. <750 <40 July: FIREWORKS In progress: "Comforting Sophie (taboo) [113]" "Kittiara's Writing Contest" 1 ss, 1 poem. Theme: renewal "Second Time Around ~ Birthday Special" Old non-winners! Got lots of those (poem/ss) June 15th-14thEITHER/OR: "Butter My Buns Contest" Erotica! 500 words or 15 lines. July: DEVOTION "Inner Strength Contest " July theme: RESOLVE <500 or poem 15 line max. "The PET NEWS CONTEST" SS <2500, P <40. July: A REAL WILD PET NEITHER: "The 4 Controversies Contest" Opinionated non-fiction essay >1200. By July 17: COVID-19VARIES: "Share Your Faith" until June 30. Story or poem. Prompt: dealing with anger. "Opening the garden ... of the heart [109] (36 lines)" "The Contest Challenge" A contest of contests... every month. "The Bard's Hall Contest" SS <1000 GC+ Sizzle! July 31. {bitem:}"Journey Through Genres: Official Contest"  POULTRYDAILY for JULY: "The Not-So-Daily Poem" by 4 p.m. WDC by: 5th 6th 7th 8th 9th 10th 11th THREE DAYS A WEEK: "Invalid Item" by midnight WDC by: 6th 8th 10th  "When we are ready [119] 8 lines"  "July, 1935 [121]"  "A forty-niner's 20/20 [122] (24 syllables)"  "Gallo pinto [124] (6 long lines)"  "Thunder [126] (19 lines)"  "Belgrade burning [125] " "Waiting for the trash [129]"   "Porto [128] July 10"  "Unaswered [130] (10 lines)" Boiling:  "Consideration [131] " Not yet laid:     PORKDAILY: "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" July 5th:
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Baking:  READING MOVIETIMEI can't focus on audio-visual! I need to finish one movie and find one that works for me. I have 200 to choose from. May need to go on-line and watch some East Asian love story serials.  MARKET  SENIOR CENTER  COFFEEHOUSEJuly 4th: Market has expanded a bit. Bought 'baby' carrots. Glad to see Irina. July 6th: Spoke with friends at the Senior Center. Sat with Phil. On the way back, bought two gallons of 2% milk for $7 (price went up). July 8th: 90% masks at Orange Food Farm. In and out. Nice walk. July 10th: Saw friends at Senior Center. Spoke to some. Told them how busy I was, how withdrawn. Grilled tomato cheese sandwich. Chicken rice soup.  MY FORMER LIFEearly July: cherry season in NY and MT. July 4th growing up: visiting my uncle on his birthday. July 7th, 1977: Greyface had 4 kittens, none lived. Quit job. July 7th, 2003: leaving home July 7th, 2008: moving to Missoula. July 9th: Martyrdom of The Bab. Usually at noon in the sun. (July 8th this year) July 9th, 2003: With friends in Bellefontaine, Ohio. Reading Harry Potter. WATT'S GNUSStarbucks employee receives more than $16K in tips after refusing to serve a customer who wasn't wearing a mask (The Hill) In San Diego. He plans to pursue dancing. Kansas newspaper apologized for publishing a cartoon equating the governor's coronavirus mask order with the Holocaust (Business Insider) I've visited Anderson County. Considered moving there. Editor is the chairman of a county GOP party. Not good PR for the GOP. Missoula County requires face masks at indoor public spaces (Missoulian) But little to no enforcement.  WATT'S GNUS INTERNATIONALOver 350 elephants have mysteriously died in Botswana (ABC) No words. Ukraine battles post-lockdown virus surge (AFP) Lviv hard hit. Graph at worldometer confirms upsurge. Looming expat law may force some 800,000 Indians to leave Kuwait (Al Jezeera) Kuwaitis are only 30% of the population. Bolsonaro Gets Covid After Downplaying its Impact on Brazil (Bloomberg) Leaders all over the world are getting ill. Kosovo imposes curfew as coronavirus infections surge (Medicalxpress) Numbers soaring. Violence Erupts in Serbia Over Plan to Reimpose Virus Curfew (Bloomberg) As in my poem "Belgrade burning [125] " . OPINIONS"Botanist's conspiracy" edited"It was 'death by cop' and 'being black'. [re autopsy]" edited"Not proud at all" not finished yet"Church of America" not finished yet SPACEBOOK quotes (you can guess context):I told Maji: "I gently disagree. I can give a hug, a place to stay, whatever it is that I have to offer. It's not quid-pro-quo. Whether it heals or helps or not that's not up to me. I'm just being the best 'me' I can be. As the cup overflows ... so it shall be filled again. (But yes... we also need to take care of ourselves.)"  BLOGVILLEReference to challenges, contest and prompts (not all appearing on the same week): BC: "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" (daily) (I'm not a member)BCOF: "Blogging Circle of Friends " using my Nlog (nature blog) "Nurture your Nature" and "Hoarfrosts from Hell" (daily)JAFBG: "JAFBG" (open rants)JI: "Journalistic Intentions" using my Blog "Enga mellom fjella" (8 blogs from 16 prompts) "June post. I'm finished. " 30DBC: "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" (July)MHA: "Invalid Item" weekly prompts starting June 14th. OP: "Invalid Item" using my Plog "L'aura del Campo" PP: "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2023-2024)" my Plog response to prompts as I missed the sign-up date. Real: "Welcome To My Reality Forum" 75 promptsSB: "Space Blog" July 04 SB: "Scibbles on a tattered page (stardate unknown)" July 04 30DBC: "bloodbank conversation " July 05 30DBC: "Inspiration constipation" July 05 SB: "Half a loaf of bread" July 06 30DBC: "The fragrance of the flower..." July 06 SB: "4157 21 Awake for a moment" July 07 30DBC: "Knyflok speaks of inspiration" July 07 SB & BCOF: "Stardate: 4157 22. The Eyes of Kat" July 08 30DBC: "Quentin has a birthday ... at least 3 times per year" July 08 SB: "4157 23 Threading the needle" July 09 SB: "4157 24 A Day of Distress " July 09 30DBC: "Me and João talking about Lagos, Portugal" July 10 30DBC: "João at midnight " July 10 SB: "4157 25 Dreams" July 10 BCOF: "Cursive " Visited this week so far and commented: Lostwordsmith  🌸 pwheeler - love joy peace  jabberwocky Princess Megan Rose 22 Years  WakeUpAndLive️~🚬🚭2024  PureSciFi  Chris Breva  SB Musing  Sumojo  innerlight  QPdoll  Apondia  Alexi  Kell Willsen  SusanFarmer Sum1 Debi Wharton Bernie  Lazy Writer est 4/24/2008 Charity Marie - <3 💙 Carly  Cheddah Elle - on hiatus  Prosperous Snow celebrating  SandraLynn Team Florent! QueenNormaJeanGreeneggs&vegham  Future Mrs. B  SB Musing Joy  Lyn's a sly fox  Robert Waltz  tah2o bobturn Cappucine  Kit_Carmelite lizco252isback Eric Wharton  Sorji Mighty Lorem Ipsum, Perhaps? IceSkatingSugarCube  Charlie ~ skeason Trying to keep up on blogs. Over 30 last week but 15-20 is a better goal.  Postcards:#8 to Nanette in Illinois. 7/4 (postcard of Taiwan) #9 to Teresa in Bozeman. 7/4 (postcard of Cartago, CR) #10 to Gary in New York. 7/4 (beach in Kenting, Taiwan) I moved to Missoula July 2008 and the mountain burned: |
| I sometimes write in the margins of old-fashioned paper. The sense of touch grounds me. I found this tattered scrap when I rummaged through my cubicle. It has no stardate. I journal to jot down thoughts. Audio, visual, any means to save them for later works fine for me. My personal notes are meaningless to our mission of course. Why am I here? What do I fear? Who do I long for? What worries me the most? My answers seem childish. I'm sure I'll look back and laugh. Right now I just need to put them on paper. My hand feels the pressure but obeys my mind. What are my plans then? To survive another day and then another. In time maybe this will become easier. They want me to keep an unofficial log to train myself how to observe better. If I show promise they may promote me to write an official one. They say by 'doing' I'll learn. I look at these scribbles and hope that comes true ... soon. I did get better. But I don't log in a technical capacity now-a-days. I'm here to observe, takes notes, think deep, make suggestions. I no longer waste time focusing on my inadequacies. I have abilities. And although they aren't stellar, I'm okay with that. We set ourselves in orbit around
We found this: "When it came time for me to start blogging again, I found myself paralyzed. I was trapped by the belief that my blog had to be unique, that it had to have a defined theme, and that it had to be appealing to everyone. After some time scouring Google for advice, I realized that if all I did was worry and plan, I would spend forever worrying and planning and never get to writing." Analyze and report. What do you think? Do you agree or disagree? |
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