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 |  You are what you write. Illusion and Reality...I reside in between. Where are you? |
UNDERSTAND THAT REDIRECTING CIVILIZATION is a major undertaking. You can write volumes about it and who will listen? But the energy that goes for that purpose cannot be withdrawn. You know that.  |
 Create me something-- anything using these words: Heat wave, bubbly, laughter, red, white, blue and fire fighter. Pick some or use them all but let your creativity take you where ever.CELEBRATION? The firefighters in their protective gear line up in front of the fire house under the draped red, white and blue banners while the president of the Ladies Guild for Responsible Ethics poured the bubbly. Because of the heat wave they had decided to hold the ceremony early before it got too hot. One of the old men played the Star Spangled Banner on his harmonica. The waiting firefighters began to sweat under their heavy gear, and five-year-old Jimmy Smith waved his little flag. In the background the news radio reported that the Pentigone had just announced that the US Military was stockpiling thirty-ton Bunker Buster bombs in case Iran nuclear talks failed. Sitting inside behind the firefighters, where the cold air was blowing, ninety-year-old mister Jensen listened to the broadcast with his good ear. When they brought him a plastic cup of the bubbly, he asked the giggling lady who handed it to him, “What kind of nation threatens another nation with bombs if they want the guys to sign an agreement? Don’t it make ya feel like a hypocrite? His question stopped her laughter, and she just looked confused. America on July 4, 2015 Concerned...>>>iggy   |
| Prompt: What are the most memorable things you have ever got in the mail? That’s easy. I got a letter from the Selective Service saying, “Greetings. You are ordered to report to Fort Carson, Colorado on.... That was just a couple days after my 22nd birthday, On that day I had auditioned for the part of Baby John in the first national company of West Side Story on tour. I think I got the part, but had to cancel the call-back because I’d be on my way back to Wyoming to say goodbye to my folks. That letter changed my life. Peace...>>>iggy   |
| Prompt: What is the most foolish thing you have ever done at work?{{/c} I once started a new job back when computers were big and slow and ran old windows software. Trying to deal with an even older 3rd party accounting software, I accidentally pushed the REFORMAT DISK button---and couldn’t stop it.  It was a very clean computer, and I had to re-enter EVERYTHING for the past two years. Took a while and learned a valuable lesson. Ha! _______________________ Now, my little rant: I cannot understand all the whoo-haa about the Supreme Court decision about gay marriage. IF ALL THAT ENERGY were put to objecting to the American foreign policy of war first and forever. The bigger rule, I believe is; Thou shall not kill. Doesn’t that supposedly come from God? In our name people are dying every day, our kids and theirs, and for what? Is it the fact that the marriage objection is safe and politically correct---and objection to the powers that be is considered possibly dangerous and involves personal risk? Everything feels out of balance. Follow the money and listen to the silence. If the silence is your own... Just a thought... Peace and Love...>>>iggy |
| Prompt: In the Washington Post today: “New research suggests nature walks are good for your brain.” What do you think about this finding, and do you take nature walks at all? I have two extremes in my life---To be on a sailboat in the Caribbean surrounded by fluid nature---And to be at the Farm (we call it a farm), which is about twenty acres of pure jungle except where it’s cleared around the house and roads. Every window on all four sides open onto pure green. Palm trees, Banana trees, Papaya, Fan Palms, Coconut Palms, huge flowering trees, little flowering trees, and all filled with dozens of species of birds. I guess I should add there are swarms of mosquitos as well. On June 19 I blogged: Wind Song House, about the house itself and another part of nature, the trade winds. I went out yesterday and walked around the square of wild jungle that has been left untouched in the middle of the subdivision. There is just a narrow trail in to the center where the owner maintains a small water drip to keep a birdbath sized tank full of water. When we have weeks of dry weather, that’s the only fresh water for the creatures inside this habitat. Inside the jungle the ground is usually dry with dead wood and brush and leaves, since no sunlight reaches the ground. Overhead the trees soar thirty to fifty feet with everything reaching for the sun into a dense canopy. I’m sure if one sat still long enough they would see the snakes, lizards, scorpions and maybe an iguana, small deer and different insects. The birds raise a ruckus if you walk too near their nests. The thing about this subdivision is that it is almost totally overgrown and no other houses. Overgrown cane fields and more jungle surround on three sides with the highway on the other. This environment, like the ocean is excellent for my brain, for anyone’s brain. I also get at least half an hour of sun everyday, unless it’s raining. But then rain in the jungle is different from rain in the city. Nature is not a concept that should be separate from humans. Being isolated in a man made city is not totally correct, especially if there is no contact with the natural world. There are rhythms and cycles that are part of this Earth, and we as humans are part of that, even if sometimes we pretend we are not. Be happy, take a walk! (or a boat) >>>iggy  |
| Prompt: What do you think is the bonus quality in celebrating the anniversary of a long-term relationship of any kind, be it in a love relationship, work relationship, sticking with a hobby, or in being a WdC member? There is something comforting with the security of anything that is lasting. That is, if there is care and love, positive feelings and satisfaction of sharing. This is the year my partner and I celebrate forty years (40) together. It is a very long story that probably will never be told. I have friendships that are over 70 years lasting. I have a lot of Swedish, Laplander blood---and my people live a long time. Years ago, our regional theater in Carmel Valley lasted for fourteen years, plus our children’s theater toured almost all of California giving hundreds of performances. That was a long time for one job that I loved every minute while it lasted. Now within WDC I have good friends that I work with at WYRM. When you review every chapter of a long novel, you get to know the author very well. Plus there are bloggers and other writers that have become friends over the past two years. Very cool. Thanks and appreciation to everyone who reads my stuff! Peace and love...>>>iggy |
| The Mind and Thought and the Brain (Something to think about) What exists INSIDE you (self) is not what exists OUTSIDE you (self). Think about it… What you receive from OUTSIDE are reflected light off all physical objects or direct light from sun or artificial. The eyes are receptors of light waves. Our brain translates (correctly or not) what those light waves mean. Similarly out ears receive sound waves, vibrations from OUTSIDE, and also from within our physical body; usually the movement of air or fluids. Our skin receives signals of temperature and touch or contact with other physical elements, including our own body. Hands and feet and genitals are even more sensitive. Our nose and mouth sense temperature, air and liquids even more than skin plus taste. Add motion related to gravity, balance, coordination, kinetic responses. ALL of this is a constant occurrence that begins at conception and ends with death. And how much existed within the egg, sperm, DNA. How deep does it go for YOUR ENTITY? Energy can be transformed but it cannot be destroyed. That’s a discussion about reincarnation that is another thread. Our brain feeds our mind with all of this ALL OF THE TIME but we are usually not aware of any of the unbelievable complexities that are part of the state of being alive. If we CONSCIOUSLY focus on any of these sensors we instantly have complete aware feedback. But try to keep it all in your conscious awareness AT THE SAME TIME and you will fail. Then comes a higher level that is instinctual such as sex drive, parenting, hunger, survival. Some is shaped by experience, some seems to be inherited like skills and talent. More conscious levels include language(s), physical skills, and social behaviors. Still ALL determined by how the brain receives those light and sound waves and translates them into meaning. If you focus on any one outside source you can override brain decisions and make a new or corrected (right or wrong) determination as to meaning. Then think about DREAMING. It happens INSIDE, there is no outside stimulation for many dreams (short of noise, temperature, touch) but we live them as real and some become memories that are more lasting and vivid than real life events. Where does that come from? I agree with the image of the brain as a glass window letting in the sunlight. It is ALL OUT THERE ALL THE TIME. We are just not aware of our place in it or relationship to it. Is the soul out there on the other side of the glass? I’ve read all your ideas and had to drop mine in as well. This is a very interesting discussion! I hope it continues... >>>iggy |
| Prompt: Would you rather have 12 published paperback books or 5 published hard cover novels in your life time? Well, you present the problem of physical books made of paper. I am a person who travels and have often moved from country to country and back again. To own books you have to have a place---like I did in San Francisco, and Hawaii and Wyoming and Iran. Each place I had many books, and often big reference and art history books. (I love books). But each time I had to leave them behind. Now with air travel the weight is prohibitive, and living in a sailboat-yacht the space is very limited and the moisture and termites destroy books very fast. So I have no books now except some very worn paperbacks of dictionary and thesaurus, navigation and charts. Everything else is digitized and on hard drives. Books are on my Kindle Reader and just Rich Text copies of stuff I’ve collected. And all of it can fit on a tiny USB ssd or flash. My novels and all the work files and images and years and years of photos, and music...all there. I’m careful and keep lots of copies of those files in different places---and upgrade as technology changes. This is a different world we live in folks. And I don’t trust cloud storage as they get hacked and changed too often. And if we lose electricity, I have solar panels to charge. The electric sailboat needs those too. And if all else fails, there is still pencil and paper. But I suppose that should be stored in air-tight water proof bags. I had hard copies of my published books in Tehran. They are still there, sealed in a bag. Now I do have one copy of my new book, Apex Project. I take it out and hold it once in a while. Of course, I think it looks better on Kindle, and you can enlarge the print size. Still a printed book is a thing of ancient wonder.,,>>>iggy |
| Prompt: Use these words in a story, poem or anyway you want. Malibu, bluejays, plates, lemonade, pancakes, syrup and a dog named Bob. Don't forget Bob! .THE QUESTIONABLE VILLA The new summer villa was in Malibu. At least her husband, Quentin, called it a villa. She looked skeptically at the one bathroom and the other half bath. Well, maybe he could shave in there. And the bedroom with french doors opening out toward the ocean. The bed would have to be replaced. God knows what the term ‘previously owned’ meant. The truck with their summer furniture just parked and the front door jammed open. The movers would just have to bring their own bed from Palm Springs. She shuddered to think about where she’d sleep tonight. Maybe one of the sun loungers. Antonia rated the kitchen adequate. At least the ice maker in the fridge seemed to be still working. Opening all the cupboards, she found a set of cups and plates that must have belonged to somebody’s grandmother. The silverware in the drawer looked new like intruders from a stainless factory. The back door opened out to the wooden deck that featured the ‘ocean view’ that Quentin declared made the $2000 a week totally worth it. She did like the little walled garden on the east side. A couple blue jays splashed in the fountain, adding their noise to the traffic passing too near the front of the house. She could imagine having coffee, pancakes with lots of butter and syrup on the little table under the umbrella and watch the sunrise. But then the thought of actually having to make the pancakes over a hot stove sort of diminished the idea. Now if Quentin would agree to a daily housekeeper that cooked? She could always use her money, but then Quentin would have a fit. But with her money they wouldn’t be renting a Malibu oceanfront cottage, they’d be in Santa Barbara in a real villa. Avoiding the movers and all the fussing with Quentin, she settled into one of the loungers they’d just placed out on the deck. A coldpak from the car provided a container of lemonade, which Antonia sipped while she tried to find something nice to see in the ocean view. She almost dozed off when she realized someone had approached the front of the deck from the beach. “Hello? I’m sorry, I must have woke you up.” Tall with sun-blonde hair, his smile changed her entire idea of ocean view. “Oh. No problem. I was just relaxing.” Her eyes scanned his tan body with approval. “I noticed you’re moving in, so I stopped by to say welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Edison. I have the house next door.” Just then a dog barked and came running up to rub against Edison then stick his nose through the railing. His tail wagged a mile a minute. “And this is my faithful companion, Bob. Antonia got up to lean against the railing. “Well Bob. Happy to meet you.” She let the large dog smell her hand. “And Edison, we’ll have to invite you over for barbecue as soon as all the hardware is working. My husband does what he calls, ‘man’s meat’ with a really good sauce. By the way, my name is Antonia.” She gave him her special smile. “Thanks, I’d like that. I’ll have you folks over once you’re settled in. Bob loves to have company. So...we’re off for our run. Once again, welcome, and we’ll be talking to you Antonia.” The broad shoulders turned, the dog barked, and they were off. “Bye.” She watched the attractive man and his energetic dog run across the sand toward the splashing waves. Could be an interesting summer after all, she thought. One advantage to summer in Malibu, the neighbors are close by. Summer fantasies...>>>iggy |
Alternate prompt: Did you ever get a phone call that changed your life? Oh yes. Rosemany called me. back in about 1973. She was a coordinator for film productions in Hollywood. She said, “How would you like to to go Iran?” They were putting together a crew of British and American actors and crew to do a co-production with Iran and India, to be filmed in Iran. I took the job as a make-up person for actor Ross Martin and young Ricky Segeal. The crew was topnotch with the techbus coming from England. Panavision camera and a Director of Photography who was old-time MGM and great. We were six months out in the desert, that’s the real desert. We had horses, camels goats, a huge Iranian crew, Scenes with the army and caravans. It was a fabulous and difficult time. I got disentary and was sick. Later, before it was over, I was production manager with all the money and all that responsibility. Talk about learning experience. A year later I was invited back to teach at the National Theater and stayed until the breakout of the revolution at the end of 1978. So that one phone call really did change my life. And I’ve been back several times since, after about thirty years, to see old friends. (They are a lot older now!) My book, Apex Project is partially set in Iran. Just published (Amazon, Kindle, iTunes, Lulu.com.) You never know when a phone rings...>>>iggy ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
If you were making a summer/winter fruit smoothie what would you use? Would you add sugar or anything else to it? Why or Why not? recipes if you have one, please. Why They Didn't Tell Us A Beverage That Is 10,000 Times Stronger Than Chemotherapy! The combination of lemon and baking soda are proven stronger “killer” cancer than chemotherapy for about a whopping 10,000 times. Why no one told us anything about this? Well, because there is no profit from healthy people. . It’s that easy. Billions and billions of dollars that the pharmaceutical industry gets in their budget would no longer exist. Lemon is a proven anti-carcinogen. On the organism it produces a strongly alkaline environment in which cysts and tumors simply cannot dwell. Specifically, cysts and tumors feed on substances that create acidic environment in the body, and as long as the body is acidic tumor can grow. But as soon as you stop the flow of acidity in the body the tumor has no food and becomes stagnant. Therefore, soda combined with lemon is an exceptional fighter against cancer because of their effect is quite alkaline. So...with that information I have been doing a morning drink for years that consists of: Two Bananas One Apple, cored, but skin included. three-quarter cup of fresh Pineapple three-quarter cup of fresh Papaya Two tablespoons of whole powdered milk The juice of one lemon or lime, lemons are best One teaspoon of Baking Soda One tablespoon of Coconut Oil Enough cold water to fill blender, you could add ice. Blend until smooth. Now we cut the pineapple and papaya and store in ziplock bags in the freezer. Each bag one helping. It’s like adding ice, cool. It is not very sweet, but so good. Adding sugar to this or anything is a mini-death-wish. This should establish a good alkaline condition for your day. If you research each of those ingredients you will find their value to your body and health. In addition to this drink regime, I take 1000 units of Vitamin C, E, B-complex EVERY DAY and a Vitamin A, once a week. For some folks B-17 is something to check into. I’m not recommending this for anyone. My experience is that I’m older than dirt and have not been sick, even with cold or flu for many, many years. However, I do drink coffee, but do not drink alcohol and I stopped smoking about 1970. I trained as a dancer and still practice yoga. So, go figure. Peace and good health...>>>iggy ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
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