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| I learned something today (not bad for 7:19am, hey?). Don't write it if your heart's not in it. That's it, short and sweet. |
| One reason for watching Mindhunter on the television is that they find really interesting songs to play as the credits run at the end. This morning they came up with a Police song that I've never heard before in spite of it being released in 1981. Both the music (Sting's inimitable bass) and the lyrics are seriously compelling and I don't know why. Here's the first verse: I can dream up schemes when I'm sitting in my seat I don't see any flaws till I get to my feet I wish I never woke up this morning Life was easy when it was boring And the song: I may write something inspired by this... |
I wrote something today. At first, I thought I'd post it in this Newsfeed. It is, after all, good news about our purpose for being on this planet and I could be pardoned for wanting to share it with others. But then I thought, no, it would be better preserved in my portfolio where people would be able to benefit from it for years to come. So here it is (be not afraid - it's very short):
Word Count: Only 186 |
| In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man would be declared insane and placed in an asylum. In a world of fugitives, the person taking the opposite direction will appear to be running away. |
| In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man would be declared insane and placed in an asylum. Yeah, if they could find him. In a world of fugitives, the person taking the opposite direction will appear to be running away. You, me and TS Eliot should discuss this. |
| As regards the first statement, I think it assumes that the one-eyed man would attempt to persuade everyone of the things that he could see. That would be their opportunity to grab him. Did TS Eliot say that? If he did, it just goes to show that great minds think alike.  |
I was reading with intent to review a story by ridinghhood--p. boutilier   entitled
But there are other animals that appear to be constructions of several unrelated animals. The platypus, for example. Are not these the mythical creatures of the animal kingdom? Except that they really exist. And, if such things can be in reality, why should not the creatures of our myths have been real at some time in the past? Or even the present (take a bow, Bigfoot). If nothing else, this theory means that we can stop pretending that manatees resemble women with fish tails! |
| The brain is a curse. Most of the time it just sits there, humming gently and pondering on useless stuff. Take this morning, for instance. I was running the tap for some reason, watching the water pour forth in a bubbling stream, when the brain pipes up. "Wonderful invention, the tap," it says. "Yeah," I reply. After a moment of silence, I asked, "But what's so special about it?" "Well," opines the crowning glory of our evolution, "see how the water streams from the tap at our bidding." "Uhuh." "And not only that, it keeps going even when we aren't touching it." "That's so we can wash our hands without having to hold anything open," I said. "Yes, I realize that," replied the brain. "It's a marvel of design." "I guess," said I. "In fact," continued this amazing organ of genius, "it's almost as though it were made for it..." |
| It's amazing what our five pounds of grey matter thinks up, yep. Just a thought, water never flows up. so I looked this up with my grey matter... Water typically flows with gravity, downhill. ... Earth's gravity is strong, but can water ever naturally go against it and flow uphill? The answer is yes if the parameters are right. For instance, a wave on a beach can flow uphill, even if it's for just a moment. But I think that's because it forced. You got me thinking.  |
| Tapping into my brain cells in the morning would never produce such a logical conversation between my multiple personalities. There'd just be a water fight and I would have to clean up the mess. |
| Apparently, today is International Left Handers Day. You may have wondered what all the celebrations in the street were about and why there were so many fly pasts and fireworks. It's all about the freedom and honour heaped upon us lefties after centuries of oppression, ignorance and demonisation. Or not. It's nice to have a Day but I suspect that most lefties, like me, will just shrug and carry on, happy to remain unnoticed and untrumpeted. It's the nail that stands out that gets hammered down. |
| Go lefties! I can't hear the celebrations over the sounds of me being cursed. I do love that the Latin word for left-handed is sinistra (because we were considered "sinister" or touched by the devil), and the Latin word for right-handed (dextera  dextrous) means skilled or capable. Which of course leads us to ambidextrous: Having two right hands!  We're in good company, though. May we smear our writing, get painful dents on our thumbs from using scissors made for right-handed folks (I'm not paying extra for left-handed scissors, nosiree), and take our lives into our own hands every time we use chainsaws, guns, and many other tools and pieces of machinery forever and ever! |
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If you attempt to write something amazing, the don't do it when your heart isn't in it. But sometimes, forcing yourself to write something. Anything. 100 words can get you stimulated for more and better writing after a while. I did that today. I had a prompt that had me come up blank for several minutes. Then, I forced myself to write something. It was short, it was crap in itself, but it informed some of my other creative writing plans for another piece.