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I am over the moon with joy this morning, as I got an anonymous gift from a co-writer on WdC. I can set up a blog for the coming three months since someone paid for an upgrade. If you ever read this Anonymous One, thank you so much! Many thanks to "Request An Upgrade From RAOK"     I have to think about this for a moment. Don't want to rush it, don't want to solely vent or underestimate the value of a daily blog for my writing. So I will carefully try to explore what it will bring me. “All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name. Remembered line from a long-forgotten poem” ― Hunter S. Thompson, Hell's Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga When I was a teenager, my little brother stole my journal out of my bedroom and read it. I was so disappointed and mad about his action, I destroyed my writing and have been struggling with the concept of conveying my inner thoughts ever since. So, I will send my daily scribbles to the world. On How to get rid of cobwebs in my brain. To let in some air and rejoice. For another clumsy attempt at writing, check out "All fingers and thumbs "  [18+]. I am a Rising Star from  Rising Star Program 2016-2017.  Comments, scribbles, and notes welcome!       Thanks, 🌕 HuntersMoon  for the teal awardicon.Note ▼ |
| The fourth day of "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" 13+: WDC's Longest Running Blog Competition - Hiatus Motivational Monday! Rube Goldberg was a cartoonist and inventor, and he was born on this day back in 1883. He's best known for creating complicated drawings and gadgets that perform mundane tasks. Tell us about a time where you intentionally made something harder on yourself to do...be it a task, a project, or even an interaction with someone (if applicable). What made you do it, and how did you get through it? That time would be the present, taking up this task of being part of 30-Day Blogging Challenge, being a beginner at blogging. So far so good, it has been great to be prompted every day to write and comment on something. It is the reason I wake up very early, at around 6 am sometimes, to think about what to write that particular day. It’s been awesome. I was looking for something to happen in my life, for something to get me motivated and out of the rut I was stuck in. And now it’s here, in front of me, ready to be called upon whenever I want. And I want! For me it’s an achievement to write in my blog, to review other people’s work, to sometimes enter a contest, since I was having this writer’s block for 9 whole months. Something had to happen and it did. I accidentally stumbled upon this marvelous website and decided to member up. Since then, in my 5th week, things have improved in a major way. I am writing every day for hours! I am in a flow. So I salute WdC and 30-Day! Happy 4th of July!  |
| Prompt: Why do you think bald eagle became a symbol of USA? And what would you do if a bald eagle landed on the roof of your dwelling and began eyeing you? (BC) Since Roman times the eagle has been used as a symbol for governmental power. It was chosen because of its association with authority and statehood, because of its long life, great strength and majestic looks, and also because it was then believed to exist only on the continent of the USA. The bald eagle was chosen in 1782 and officially adopted as the emblem of the United States in 1787 by Congress. Benjamin Franklin didn’t agree: He is a bird of bad moral character, he does not get his living honestly, you may have seen him perched on some dead tree, where, too lazy to fish for himself, he watches the labor of the fishing-hawk, and when that diligent bird has at length taken a fish, and is bearing it to its nest for the support of his mate and young ones, the bald eagle pursues him and takes it from him.... Besides he is a rank coward; the little kingbird, not bigger than a sparrow attacks him boldly and drives him out of the district. (American Bald Eagle Information) President John F. Kennedy on the other hand wrote: The Founding Fathers made an appropriate choice when they selected the bald eagle as the emblem of the nation. The fierce beauty and proud independence of this great bird aptly symbolizes the strength and freedom of America. But as latter-day citizens we shall fail our trust if we permit the eagle to disappear. (US department of Veteran Affairs) In the late-1800s, The States was home to 100,000 nesting bald eagles, but the number of birds soon dwindled due to such factors as habitat destruction and hunting. In the 1960s, there were only around 400 breeding pairs left in the continental U.S., and in 1978 the bald eagle was put on the endangered species list. In 2007 it was removed completely from the list due to federal protections as well as regulations involving DDT, a pesticide that came into wide use following World War II. When this majestic bird would land on my rooftop I would grab my camera, take a snapshot and watch the birds great looks. I then would lock myself inside, because I have seen Birds by Alfred Hitchcock too, so something must be wrong here to land for this bird on my doorsteps in the city. I would close windows and doors, turn on the local news and wait for the rescue teams to arrive. Eyeballing this bird I would be chicken! ** Image ID #2089254 Unavailable ** |
I visited the coffee house of Blog City to see what’s up, what’s new, what’s cooking on this lazy Sunday. Nobody around, not even a cup of coffee, but I found a new word there, posted by Lyn's a Witchy Woman Triskaidekaphobia, is the superstitious fear of number 13, while Paraskevidekatriaphobia, or friggatriskaidekaphobia the fear of Friday the 13th. In May last there was a Friday the 13th, the next one will be in January of the coming year, 2017. So, a lot of time to prepare for those suffering this fear. I personally am not. A report issued by the Dutch Centre for Insurance Statistics on June 12, 2008, states "fewer accidents and reports of fire and theft occur when the 13th of the month falls on a Friday than on other Fridays, because people are preventatively more careful or just stay home." This in turn was reflected in the reports received by Dutch insurance companies, in the last three years, which showed that on normal Fridays, the number of traffic accidents touched a figure of approximately 7,800 but it decreased to 7,500 on a Friday, the 13th in The Netherlands. The next time Friday the 13th will have a full moon, now there’s a challenge, will be in 2049, according to NASA. Let the Boogie Man and the evil spirits just wait till then before spreading their treacherous acts upon us. Years ago I watched one of the horror movies Friday the 13th, in which a horrifying scene of the bully strangling or snapping a little birds neck. Tweety died instantly. I couldn’t sleep for days.  I found another one: FLOCCINAUCINIHILIPILIFICATION! Try that one for seize.  |
| Day three of "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" [13+] The Sunday News! Washington, DC is reviving a campaign to become the 51st state in the union and if successful the area's name could be changed to New Columbia. It's important to note that DC was established to exist outside of the borders of any state in an effort to not favor the Capitol's home state over any other in the country. Should the government allow DC to become a state or function like one? And if you do not reside in the US, but your nation's capital city is within a particular area of the country, do you see that as being a detriment or an advantage to where you live? In my country we have Amsterdam as the nation’s capitol and The Hague, where I live, as the political capital since our Dutch government is residing there. There is no detriment or an advantage as far as I can see it. It’s a non-issue here. I really can’t see the problem for Washington, only advantages. I think residents of the capitol should have a vote in congress. That’s their democratic right. It then can also tax the non-residents who work in the city, something apparently lacking at the moment. During the workweek, the number of commuters from the suburbs into the city swells the District's population by an estimated 71.8%, to a daytime population of over one million people. Furthermore it then will have extra income from the government to fund various social welfare programs, education, and transportation costs. Maybe one disadvantage, when becoming a state it won’t be as flexible in how to run projects and services as it is now. There will be a huge governmental apparatus put in place with all the cluttering that comes with it. As an outsider let me recap the nations states: ** Image ID #2089154 Unavailable ** I love this country, have visited twice and am totally mesmerized by its nature, its people and its possibilities. I would love to have an extra state. More America to hold dear. USA Rocks!  |
| Prompt BC: sprites, cannibals, parasitic, sun, appalling and cranberry. It’s cloudy and rainy as I am about to look at today’s prompt. I am sad to say I never believed in sprites, as I now know that’s what you call fairies. I think it’s because I never read about them while growing up. I was fond of grown up books in my teens. And before that I read The Brothers Grimm. I thought there were no fairies in those tales, but Google proved me wrong. At least one tale I never read before has fairies in the story. Thirteen of them to be exact. It’s in Briare Rose, an unknown fairy tale to me: “Now there were thirteen fairies in the kingdom; but as the king and queen had only twelve golden dishes for them to eat out of, they were forced to leave one of the fairies without asking her. So twelve fairies came, each with a high red cap on her head, and red shoes with high heels on her feet, and a long white wand in her hand: and after the feast was over they gathered round in a ring and gave all their best gifts to the little princess. One gave her goodness, another beauty, another riches, and so on till she had all that was good in the world.” It’s beautiful! What would have become of me if I had read that before I wonder? Would I have loved thrillers as much as I do now? Would I have been drawn to the twisted minds of urban cannibals? I now am doing research on (serial) killers as I have previously stated in my blog. No pretty fairies here. There is one story about a killer who ate his victims. It’s the story of Armin Meiwes a German man also known as the Rotenburg Cannibal or The Master Butcher. He achieved international notoriety for killing and eating a voluntary victim whom he had found via the Internet. After they jointly (!) eat the victim's severed penis, Meiwes killed his victim and eat a large amount of his flesh. Because of his acts, Meiwes is also known as the Rotenburg Cannibal or Der Metzgermeister (The Master Butcher). It’s appalling to read about things like that. But it’s also a fact that because of its wacky nature people are drawn to these cases. Maybe to remind themselves that they are as normal as can be? It’s quiet interesting to follow up on a case like this one. I will look into it some further. I kind of feel a bit parasitic to introduce the story in the first place. But I have to get up close and personal with creeps like this in order to understand only a fraction of the nature of their crimes. To balance it all I have to take off my mind on this gruesome subject. The sun is back so I am about to eat a sandwich with cranberry jam on my balcony and do some relaxing. It’s weekend after all. |
| Everybody hoards a secret life. Something that they would not like brought to light. But—what about your pet(s)? What do you think goes behind closed doors when you are not there? (BCoF) My dog reads my diary, I am sure of it. When I leave him to his main and only duty in our household, guarding the house for burglars, I very much suspect him of unlocking his dog crate and exploring the apartment. He then goes to my study, accesses the computer (how I don’t know since there is a password), and visits the WdC’s website. He must have befriend some of you guys into entering my portfolio and screening my entries. I hope there is nothing nasty in it since I don’t want to upset his little doggie brain. I sometimes see small paw prints in my blog. That’s how I know.  .There, you see? He did it again! I have to leave a virtual bone in here sometime, to see what his intentions are by doing so. (Maybe a pet's trinket? Trinkets are virtual tokens. WdC just introduced them some days ago. When you "drop" a trinket, it keeps its serial number. If you or anyone else picks it up again, it will still have that number. (Courtesy to Steev The Friction Wizurd "Invalid Item" ) Maybe that way I can trace its whereabouts. Or maybe I didn’t get that right about trinkets?) I know I sound a bit confused here. I am actually. My dog is watching me in a funny way, as if he knows more about me than I am about to reveal. His eyes sometimes go dark all of a sudden when looking at me. That scares me. I don’t know, I may have to kill my dog…! (Note:I am doing a piece on "Pygmalion, a serial killer's weblog (1)" by WakeUpAndLive️~🚬🚭2024  Am researching the minds of serial killers) |
| Second day of "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" [13+] Creative Saturday. How are we gonna get to the bottom of this? Delve into your brain |
| How do you feel about some one chewing ice at the table? Would you speak to someone if they were chewing ice or would you ignore it? (BCoF) I read an article in the Cosmopolitan (http://www.cosmopolitan.com/lifestyle/news/a33202/i-was-addicted-to-chewing-ice/...), on a woman addicted to chewing ice.Once diagnosed and treated for anemia she overcame this addiction. I was very much surprised by this. I thought it was just irritating behavior at worst. Pica is characterized by an appetite for substances that are largely non-nutritive, such as ice (pagophagia). Pagophagia is a form of the disorder Pica involving the compulsive consumption of ice or iced drinks. It has been associated with iron deficiency anemia, and shown to respond to iron supplementation, leading some investigators to postulate that some forms of pica may be the result of nutritional deficiency. So in answer to this prompt I would hesitate to correct people’s behavior like chewing ice at the table since I don’t know if it’s just a habit or if it’s a serious condition that needs attention. I feel that is more often the case in this day and age, when confronted with abnormal behavior or behavior that is commonly frowned upon because it is not nice, offensive or rude or in any other way different from what we perceive as normal. Can you comment on it or keep in mind that something maybe off here? I am not sure. All I know is that in getting older I tend to remind myself often that we are all different and that it’s harder and harder for me to disapprove certain types of behavior, even if In don’t like it. Apart from really abnormal or criminal behavior in which the line is much clearer. But most situations apply to that grey area in which I am not always sure how to react. Am I mellowing down? The next time I am confronted with somebody chewing ice and it irritates me, I will ask if anemia is the cause. |
| First day of "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" 13+: WDC's Longest Running Blog Competition - Hiatus Fun Fact Friday! On this day in 1941, the Bulova Watch Company sponsored the first TV commercial in New York City, NY. How do you feel about commercials? Is there a current or past commercial you're particularly fond of (or perhaps really dislike)? Tell us about it. Stupid commercials, they are a fact of life on television, linking items that you don’t want with irrelevant information that you don’t need to products that you never going to buy anyway. I am used to commercials being present after a twenty minute interval into the movie, so I know when to eat a sandwich, go to the toilet, make a phone call or check on my mail. On our local broadcast they are absent during the film or series, but come in clusters in between programs. I like that better. You can actually watch something from start to finish without being pulled into the world of commerce, food, cars and toothpaste. The thing I like most about commercials is the music. They sometimes put beautiful, gripping or new music into those few seconds. There is one tune I particular liked, I memorized the line from at least 15 years ago: “I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt it hurts…”. I never recall the product that goes with that commercial though, so that makes it a bad commercial. But wait… I do remember…close your eyes and think CREDITCARD COMPANY?? ”I'm too sexy for my shirt..” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21hmMqe9Phg |
| PROMPT: throughout history, stories have influenced a change in society (for example Jules Verne's " from the Earth to the Moon, inspiring the moon landing, or 20000 leagues under the sea inspired the creation of electric submarines, or George Orwell's "1984" inspiring the NSA spy scandals, Using a specific literary work, explain how a novel might influence change in society. (BCoF) PROMPT: What is the most independent thing you have ever done? (BC) The diary of Anne Frank. Anne Frank was a German-Jewish teenager who was forced to go into hiding in Nazi-occupied Amsterdam, Holland during the Holocaust. Shortly after receiving a diary for her 13th birthday, the girl started recording entries on June 14, 1942, and she continued writing down her impressions while confined with her family and four other fugitives as they hid behind a bookcase in a concealed attic space in her father's office building. She died in Bergen-Belsen concentration camp, (probably of typhus) in February or March 1945. The young girl's entries were made in the form of letters to several imaginary friends and she also employed pseudonyms to conceal the identities of her fellow fugitives and accomplices. Like many other normal teenagers, Anne agonized over her conflicted feelings about her family and a possible romantic interest, as well as her evolving thoughts about life. But her extraordinary depth and fine literary ability, combined with her optimism in the face of such adversity made her account a literary and historical treasure.(Scott Christianson) Some facts: On June 12 it was the 87th anniversary of Anne Frank. The book has sold more than 30 million copies in 67 languages. The Anne Frank Museum in Amsterdam had more than 31 million visitors since 1960. Anne is one of the most discussed Jewish victims of the Holocaust. So it seems that a lot of people either read or heard about these war diaries. It has drawn the attention to the horrors of the Second World War, and has influenced many writers to look into this gruesome era. It also is a very personal account of a 13year old and she has influenced me, as so many other teenagers, into wanting to write. Keeping a diary, a journal or a blog is not something I have been doing throughout my life as is the case of so many writers here. I have had a love-hate relationship with writing daily ever since my younger brother read my earliest attempts when I was 13 years old. I struggled throughout the years and only took it up seriously 3 weeks ago starting this blog. So strangely enough I am a novice at this, although I am way way beyond my teens in real life. There is a lot of catching up to do finding my own voice writing daily and trying to give this blog its own identity. I am proud of this attempt; and it’s probably one of the most independent things I did in my life. Reading other people’s blogs has been great. I will mention a few I have read in the last days, (I am sure they are well known in this community), and so many will follow. But I love "Still Figurin' Out Who I Think I Am" , "Invalid Item" and "What's She Up to Now? Jody's Life Blog" for various reasons. They are a great inspiration as I continue to form my own personal account of my life as an aspiring writer. Fun facts about blogging: In 1999, there were just 23 blogs. Today, there are over 1.5 billion blogs on the internet. Every half a second, a new blog is created. There are about 31 million bloggers in the US alone. 291.7 million blog accounts worldwide, and counting. Tomorrow the start of 30-Day Blogging Challenge. I can’t wait to do the prompts and be challenged into writing on subjects yet unknown. It will be a huge effort on my part, but I am ready for it. Let's kick some ass! |
| Prompt: June 29 is International Mud Day. This is the day to get down, get dirty and have fun in the mud. Almost everyone has mud memories about playing in the mud. Write a story or poem about mud in celebration of International Mud Day. (BCoFs) Mud…mud…MUD?!  . I have to go a long way into memory lane to come up with two separate occasions involving MUD. Both events are not so much about playing in the mud, as they are about SURVIVING the mud. Let me explain. Back in the years I used to hike a lot in my vacations. I went to Wales and Ireland for days on end to hike and hobble around the moors, sucking up nature and enjoying new scenery. In contrast to the present I got places back when. I traveled a lot, had enough money to do so, and was making it back home alive every time but one. Almost. This one time I was in a hiking group up on the Wicklow Way near Dublin, with some marvelous people of whom I remember two: a couple who was almost blind. They had very poor vision, walked both with a stick, but were able to be in balance coping with the world, since they got each other. A sweet young couple. We were in a group of ten or twelve walking on a lovely walk up to Scarr mountain returning via Lough Dan. In addition to the great views, Lough Dan is entirely car-free (the only “road” along the Lough is a dirt track) and so it feels remarkably peaceful. We had a fairly easy walk in great scenery between Lough Tay and Lough Dan. There are no roads and the area has a great feeling of quietness. Shame the name of the hill is such a mouthful ! Knocknacloghoge (Lough Dan) itself also seems to be a little off the beaten path, so it’s much quieter than other hills around Lough Tay. They told us to be careful just in case and keep an eye on the person ahead of you because there were also some swamps. While I was walking for 6 hours alone on the moors, (some walked in front of me, other walked behind), I suddenly felt my legs being pulled down. It was a really weird sensation since it was very sudden and very frightening to lose balance and sink into the mud. I got trapped in a swamp! Up unto my hips in the slush! I was thinking to myself…I am not going to make it; I will be swallowed by this swamp, nobody around but the blind couple 100 meters behind me. But they can’t see me! What should I do? I didn’t panic, but my heart was up my throat. I knew instantly (I think I heard that on National Geographic ) not to wiggle my legs in an attempt to pull myself out. That way the mud would pull me down even harder. So I just went limp from the waist down, did not move my legs, but instead focused on my arms and chest. I swung my upper body as high as I could and crawled back out of the pulling sludge. I was free! The rest of the group, including the blind couple, was far away and had not noticed my struggle on life and death. What a lousy way to die, all by myself and nobody knows this is happening. It was a short but very unpleasant moment in my life.  The second meet with scary mud was years later. I was working at a community center at the time. One morning I arrived at the center to find one of my clients, a young mother of two, stuck in the mud at a building site near the center. Her oldest, a boy of twelve years old, was screaming that his mother was stuck in the mud. Apparently she was walking the dog, the dog got stuck in the mud, she trying to release him got stuck herself, deep down in the muddy terrain and trying to wiggle her way out. I went out there, helped her by giving instructions on how to get above ground and got her back on the road.Pfff. The dog of course was nowhere to be seen, he went home. I was the hero of the day, with flowers and a newspaper article and all. Just glad to be of help that day. . Mud can be dangerous, outside in the countryside in the swamps or inside the city! |
Only 3 weeks into blogging and I am way over my head here.  I signed up for two blogging groups: Blog City and Blogging Circle of Friends. And on top of that I just found out about the 30 Day Blogging Challenge and signed up as well. Oops! That might be one mouse click too many, but now I want to try. Should be fun and very good for my writing skills. Since I am from a non-English speaking country (The Netherlands), I have trouble writing in English. I mix up my American-English with British-English, my grammar and spelling sucks. But I like the language so very much, and this is such an awesome site: I really want to improve my writing skills here. Sigh! I better get used to this for the coming month of July: every day a writing prompt from 30-days; once a week BC and CoFs. And there are still the 6 reviews of Simply Positive per week. I better be ready and able, I better put my other writing projects on hold for these weeks. I better enjoy myself. This is going to be a fantastic summer. Breath in, breath out, eat at regular intervals, get some sleep and keep on writing! |
| There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song - but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny. Pablo Neruda. Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), whose real name is Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto, was born on 12 July, 1904, in the town of Parral in Chile. I have read his poems and its gorgeous prose poetry: (........) Estranged to myself, like shadow on water, that moves through a corridor's fathoms, I sped through the exile of each man's existence, this way and that, and so, to habitual loathing; for I saw that their being was this: to stifle one half of existence's fullness like fish in an alien limit of ocean. And there, in immensity's mire, I encountered their death; Death grazing the barriers, Death opening roadways and doorways. The Poet (1950)  What am I? If not a poet and a writer, what else? A clumsy dancer and a singer of sorrowful songs, estranged to myself by habitual loathing. But in meeting Death of fish in the ocean I get a glimpse of paradise, of doorways, of new horizons. I seek new worlds, green odorous grass where I can lay my head, stretch my limbs to inhale life, breathe and write. Just that. Years ago I learned how to scuba dive in the ocean. It brought me an experience of a totally new world. Everybody who has swum underwater knows what I am talking about. The colors of blues and greens and the silence of another nature is overpowering, it’s memory everlasting. I wrote a poem back then, my awkward dance: Deep Sea Diving Diving, diving, deeper deep No black, no hole But gliding down along the cables Drifting almost too slowly Just too quick to avoid That nothing determines the subject Confession is not an option Inevitably floating here The slogan is method and technology (Epistemological model known) But averted rhymes without holes Zeal that comes to nothing Doesn't matter, no contribution To anything? There defecates a word into which you stir and ingredients Found, a wind burps over it A child is as gullible. The smell disappears after times Stirring with a stick. Then pouts the poet and cleans the mess up. That is called Deep Sea Diving In this land of living. For a while you dive deeper without air and sigh at floating to the surface Give a hand to a sailor And think of the eel that today again is not captured Stayed on shore, takes a leak. (translation) |
| It skipped my mind but it’s important enough to address the issue: June 20 was World Refugee Day. World Refugee Day 2016 must be an occasion for the global community to recommit itself to the foundational principles enshrined in the 1951 Refugee Convention and its 1967 Protocol, as well as in the Geneva Conventions, to uphold and defend the humanity and internationally guaranteed rights of the most vulnerable. (UNHCR) The core principle is non-refoulement, which asserts that a refugee should not be returned to a country where they face serious threats to their life or freedom. This is now considered a rule of customary international law. Since World War Two there hasn’t been that many people displaced or fleeing, an estimate worldwide of 65 million people at large. 65 million people in refugee camps or on the run: it’s mind blowing. I just can’t rap my mind around that staggering figure: 65 million faces! In Europe the borders are closing fast, the situation for a lot of people is devastating. In my country the Netherlands, we are dealing with concerned and angry citizens who will not have refugee camps in their neighborhood and the city councils who have to decide otherwise. My stand? I think people always have the right to flee from mischief and harm. I think it’s our global and individual obligation to make that possible. I think giving them solace in their own region of the world is best, but when they flee to other parts they have to be welcomed, by following certain rules of engagement. I also think that it’s necessary to take in refugees with great care, don’t put 1000 newcomers into the vicinity of a town with only a few hundred citizens. That won’t work. People don’t integrate that way. There will be hostility and fear, and cultural clashes. Welcome individual families to our cities, towns and neighborhoods. And if individuals behave badly, use the law to stop them. Change is imminent, the human race thrives on it. |
| I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again. Joan Rivers Doing the dishes is a big shore to me. I detest it. There’s only me to count for so you would say there is not much cleaning up to do anyway: one plate, one fork, spoon, knife, a couple of mugs, glasses, and some pots and pans. But I got a lot of kitchen stuff to choose from, so there you go. It adds up very quickly. I am a procrastinator by nature: a postponer or a cunctator, which means lingerer in Latin. I like to think it’s not out of sheer laziness or habitual carelessness but because I have other things to do. Like writing this blog! Washing dishes: the process of cleaning cooking utensils, dishes, cutlery and other items. This is either achieved by hand in a sink or using dishwasher and may take place in a kitchen, utility room, scullery or elsewhere. There are cultural divisions over rinsing and drying after washing.(GoogleSearch) Working, writing, reading, computering, walking the dog, doing groceries, seeing other people, watching movies: there is always something more important than cleaning up the kitchen and doing dishes. I do dishes by hand. There is no place in this house for a dishwasher, unfortunately, so I am bound to use bowl and brush. I don’t mind writing about it, it’s the actual doing that gets in the way. Where does this all leads to? I am motivating myself into getting up from this seat in front of the computer screen, and drag my butt to the kitchen where a real treat is waiting for me on this Sunday morning. My working top is totally covered with cutlery. (I tried to 'wish'  it away but of course that didn’t help). I check my mail first, then I will do it. I put out the garbage, then I shall do it. I walk the dog, then I go do it. I take a shower, then I do it. OMG  |
| In a faraway land called 'pre-2000,' what Earthlings now call blogging was called 'keeping a diary'. It's hard work to do well. I tried doing it in the early 1990s but had to stop because I no longer had a life - instead I had this thing that generated anecdotes to go into my diary. The diary took over and I had to stop. Douglas Coupland Douglas Coupland is very right and I agree, apart from the last sentence of course, I have no intentions of stopping, I just started. It's good to be aware of the pitfall he is talking about. The blog taking over your actual life. There is a downside to keeping a public diary. A writer wants to showcase her writing, splashing it out on the blank page, pimping it up for good enough reasons as to make it enjoyable to read, chuckle about or make the reader smile. In any case you want the other person to think about your scribbles, and you want to satisfy yourself as the writer. There is a lot at stake. One way of doing that is by treating the blog as an independent piece of writing. Therefore it can grow into its own personality, its own character, and its own truth over time. If you are not careful it has nothing to do with real life any longer. It can even swallow up your real existence. Douglas' answer was to quit the diary project all together. My answer now would be: Is it so wrong to create a second life independent of the writers life? I am not saying this is about to happen here, but if it does I don't mind. I like creating more than one life. In the end it's all mine. Even if that means my life is no more than a handful of anecdotes. |
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Chris, Sharon, Jenny and Lyn](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Simply_Positive_Shines-1384154.gif) . Thanks Lyn's a Witchy Woman  . The note said: Thank you for giving Simply Positive Reviews and keeping Sherri's dream alive. Chris, Sharon, Jenny and Lyn.SHERRI GIBSON  was the founder of this great group and had the vision to spread positive reinforcement to writers through reviewing. A published author, Sherri saw a chance to support those who had the courage to pick up the pen, use the keyboard, and write. Through sending positive reviews here in the community, Sherri strove to help authors find their voice and share it with others. By encouraging others to review with positive reinforcement, Sherri saw her dream sprout and grow. We strive to keep her dream alive by continuing on in her absence. (Simply Positive Review Forum).I just joined last week and love being part of this review group.It has some wonderful perks aswell. |
| “Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the 'good life', whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.” — Hunter S. Thompson Writers and their cup of coffee. Sitting in front of a blank page, or screen, sipping, thinking, contemplating on what to write and how to do it. I drink coffee a lot, it keeps me awake, alert and gives me reason to pause on a comma, a word or a phrase, My stomach must be brown on the inside. I have counted 10 to 15 mugs a day on an average day in front of the computer. I have a coffee machine, it's red, it's working by the tip of my finger and it's easy. I like easy! I am not a technical wizzard, so the coffee maker, using pads, must be without effort to handle. There is one tiny thing: its little red light to inform me to clean the cofee maker because of the calcic water. It confuses me. I read the instructions on how to clean the apparatus but I have to use something poisonous so I am reluctant to clean. I have this idea that the white crystals are hazardous for your health. Cleaning with water after wards may not totally do the trick. So I wait and wait and don't clean the coffeemaker, up to the point where it's working less and less. In the end I am more inclined to buy a new one. |
| The theoretical understanding of the world, which is the aim of philosophy, is not a matter of great practical importance to animals, or to savages, or even to most civilized men. Bertrand Russell. Some people are great at Ivory Tower intellectual stuff, and others just don’t really care. It sucks, because those who are doing could be way better at it if they just knew some theory, and those who love to philosophize all day might be more understandable if they’d just actually do something sometimes. Steve Klabnik. In Theory everything is possible; however, I live in Practice and the road to Theory has been washed out. Don Knuth. I am an omnivorous person, I will eat everything and don’t discriminate. So I take the fourth stance of All of the Above! Did you see Richard Prior in Brewster’s Millions (1985), a hilarious comedy about an American baseball player who is challenged to either take $1 million upfront, or spend $30 million within 30 days to inherit $300 million? Loved that movie!  |
| A new signature for this site: GOT ONE! Wow! I seem to keep repeating myself with this wow factor. Some synonyms I found for WOW: vamp, grab, howler, belly laugh, charm, smash.  .Thanks to
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