I Blog Poetry and Prose

I remember reading superhero comic books. I remember watching superhero shows on television. I've watched some of the superhero movies, but not all of them. I see nothing wrong with reading about superheros, watching them at them on television, or watching them in a movie theater. Superheroes are part of the American--and possibly the world--entertainment culture. I see them as enjoyable, escapist entertainment that shows both the best and the worst of human beings.

I like this quote. It's a good Motivational Monday quote. It's encouraging and encourages a person to think about both safety and work. When I think about the safety part, I realize that there isn't any real safety in this world because even a ship in a harbor can be destroyed by a hurricane or a tsunami. People can do their best to make life safe, but accidents, human caused disasters, or natural disasters happen. If we worry about what could happen, we cause ourselves more problems and the things we worry about rarely occur.

Is blogging a form of essay writing? Yes and no. I know that sounds like a paradox or a cop out, since blogs can cover any and every topic, its the only answer that makes sense to me. A blog post can cover an author's business, political beliefs, religious beliefs, hobby, life events, or anything else that strikes the author's muse. A blog entry can be formal or informal, like a personal essay. It can be written using any voice or point of view, although it is better to use a first person voice because readers are more likely to read, respond to, and follow one that uses a first person voice.

“Don't Panic.”11 Size is relative. To human being a molecule is small, but to an atom a molecule is gigantic. Size is just a point of view, that is determined by the perception of the observer. A good example is the size of a spider, to most people a spider is a small eight-legged "bug". However, to anyone suffering from arachnophobia--and I know this from personal experience--a spider (any spider) is a huge eight-legged monster out to get them. Once I stop panicking, and realize that I am truly larger than the spider, I can find a weapon of some type of eridacate the monster.

I have no objection to cloning organs. This is a wonderful scientific breakthrough, because it gives medical science a wider range of organs to transplant. There are people out there waiting for an organ donor, who have been waiting for years, and may die while on the waiting list. Cloned organs will solve the issues of available organs and the possibility of the organ being rejected. Real organs, not artificial organs, can be cloned from the patients own cells, which could cut down on the rejection issues. The down side to cloned organs is the cost, this could be prohibitive to middle and lower income individuals or families.

As someone who suffers from depression on a semi-regular basis, I'm somewhat sure that the blues has very little to do with motivational quotes. Depression, the blues, or brown study (whatever you want to call it) is a mental health issue, which can be dealt with in several ways. I don't take antidepressants. Over the years, I have discovered the triggers that send me into a depression episode. One of those triggers is the negative voice of fear that says "You screwed up again!" This occurs when I suspect that I did something wrong, and I can't find a way to right it.

It was a slow and boring day in the computer lab at the Henderson Campus of the Clark County Community College, now the Community College of Southern Nevada. We--the glorified Teaching Assistance, who worked in the computer lab answering students questions or assisting them to find the answers they needed--were doing busy work. We crawled under the computer desks to make sure the electrical cords were tucked up away from the students feet. We had dusted the desks for about the third or fourth time that morning. We had cleaned the computer monitors for the fifth or sixth time. Now we were taking turns patrolling the room, watching the front desk, and working at one of the student computers in the lab. (I suspect the idea behind this last item was to make it appear that, at least, one student was using the equipment in the lab.)

Watching nature in my section of Las Vegas consist of opening my front door and watching the pigeons scavenge in the street, along the curb. In fall and winter, stepping outside, looking up at Mount Charlestons, and commenting on whether or not it snowed last night. On windy days, I can listen to the palm fronds whispering or the palm tree beards rustling. When it rains, I listen to the splat of rain drops on the blacktop street or cement sidewalk. All yearlong there are sparrows, pigeons, and blackbirds nesting in the oak, pine, olive, and palm trees.

Learn something new in the labyrinth. I've spent most of my life learning to negotiate the labyrinth of physical existence. In that time, I've learned a number of new, surprising, and scary things about humanity and myself. I have, also, learned to place my trust in God, which is sometimes still being tested because I'm a worrier. The pterodactyl of worry swoops down at random interval the month to carry off my imagination into the jungle of vain imaginings. When this happens, I stop and say a prayer, revealed by Baha'u'llah, for trust in God.