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 |  Impromptu writing, whatever comes...on writing or whatever the question of the day is. |
    I've been blogging all through my days without knowing that it was blogging; although, this isn't necessarily the only thing I do without knowing what I'm doing. Since I write on anything that's available around me, my life has been full of pieces of scribbled paper flying about like confetti. I'm so happy to finally have a permanent place to chew the fat.  So far my chewing the fat is on and off.  Maybe, I lack teeth. Feel free to comment, if you wish.  Thank you very much, Cindy, for this honor and the beautiful graphic.  This Blog Continues in "Everyday Canvas "    |
| I just heard on the morning news that the voter turnout in Iraq is 72%. So incredible... I was giving it a 20% possibility. I don't know how they reached that number so early, but it should at least be halfway close to the truth. Iraqis have certainly gained a lot of respect. Despite the threats of attack and actual attacks on the polling centers, the large risk of facing death, the false warnings claiming that democracy is against their religion, and all the other threats administered by their own black-sheep kin, these people have shown that they can take their destiny in their own hands. Ever since I started voting, I never missed a vote except for once when we were out of the country and I couldn't get the absentee ballot; still, under the Iraqis' conditions, I can't honestly say I'd be voting, come rain or come shine, but then, my country hasn't been through what theirs have been going through either. In short, Iraqis deserve a big applause at the world's stage. |
| I just finished listening to Scott Turow's "Personal Injuries" on tape last night. There were nine tapes all together and the novel was not abridged, which made the experience all the more worthwhile. When it comes to legal thrillers, John Grisham is probably better known, but IMHO, Scott Turow is the better writer. I like them both, really, but I couldn't help getting so impressed with Turow's characters one more time (I read a couple of other novels by Turow). In that respect and as well as being a master story-teller, Turow transcends the genre he's writing in. Maybe I'll write a product review, when I have more time. |
| I know this is a bad epidemic, but I just couldn't help it; my cynical self surfaced when I saw this: "A French goat has tested positive for mad cow disease - the first animal in the world other than a cow to have bovine spongiform encephalopathy (BSE)." French ha? Only a French goat would mingle with the bovine set. And tested by the EU. Lol... figures!The goat is from the Ardeche region, in southeast France. Maybe, I'll keep to my vegetarian oath from now on. If you can't trust the French,  who can you trust? |
| I just read somewhere something that made me sit up straight with disbelief. The writer says he's been all over the world and can swear that as soon as he crosses a line from one country to another, people change greatly. I couldn't disagree more. I've traveled a lot also, and all I have seen is how similar we all are; just the experiences and the financial, social, or political situations we are subjected to are different. Although people may dress differently or talk in different languages, deep down they are quite similar. So, why dwell on artificial differences when we can build on our likenesses? |
I love  writing.com. I wish I could spend more time here. That's it for now. I just had to get this out of my system. |
| My latest undertaking is to learn how to type properly. Over the years, through experience, I have devised a system of typing for me that worked pretty well. I use ten fingers, without knowing which finger goes where, but I look at the keyboard. Since I stopped and thought about what I would write, the relative slowness of my typing hadn't bothered me before. But then came DWC and I needed to write quite a bit each day on limited time. So, at this late age, I suddenly decided to fix my typing demons. Now that I'm learning which finger goes where, my old way has been messed up totally and my typing has slowed down considerably. Just the hope of future is keeping me going. Also, I'm finding so many faults that I didn't know I had, like mixing my right hand with my left hand. To top it, I discovered that my fingers have a mind of their own. I don't know why they hit the wrong key while thinking of the right one. And my eyes are so impatient. They look at the next letter or the next word before finishing the job at hand, therefore sending an earlier cue to the brain to mix me up completely. Maybe the fault isn't with typing, but with my parts that refuse to cooperate with the whole. |
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