Wednesday: Days Like These
Today, I remember a phrase that has been running through my brain.
Actually, it was this from a t-shirt from the past.
"Mom said there would be days like this!"
Except for, "Nursing is my bag," this one was a favorite during that time.
I was too little to figure out all the complexities of life, but the t-shirt that
was fitted for me had the following illustrations.
(in bold neon pink, yellow, green colors)
A yelping electrocuted cat with its hair on end, screaming bloody murder
tripping over a live hot wire of an extremely sizzling
iron that is about to fall onto the floor
an equally upset baby with his mouth wider than its body
a pot on the stove boiling over with some unknown food substances (noodles? gruel?)
a blaring telephone ringing with the loud-ness drawn and represented with
electric rays surrounding it
the person in the photo, a mother going insane,
pulling at her scarf & hair,
trying to flick off sweat,
screaming kids running all around
and other livid details I probably did not notice being too young
to experience the future...Maybe I escaped this?
I wonder... maybe in some contexts...
I used to remember looking at the illustration several times during the week
even when the shirt was not being worn. That era was for t-shirt lovers,
iron-on people, and people who loved flowers, hearts, and neon-blaring items.
It was like looking at a story. I thought that the author (artist) was ingenious.
The raised illustration and its texture felt strange and wonderful also.
I still wonder if I was supposed to grow up like that, facing domestic terrorism.
One day, I found a free iron - on from a magazine and laughed gleefully about it
and how iron-ons used to abound...everywhere!!!
How To...
I gravitate toward advice and suggestion - oriented sites. I love witty writers and house-hold tips and dos and donts. I think maybe I am trying to prevent living a
harried life to some extent. I remember being old, knowing all the problems of the
"older" people around me. I don't remember having the problems of a child.
I think I never even fell off a bike.
Found a friend to jump rope with...
Found a favorite barbie doll
Played outside with kids
Had fun like a child
I was always being a host and helping out everywhere.
Now, I am having fun by myself and with the cats.
I like this, but I wonder if this is like a second chance for me
to live like I should have...if there is some amount of fairness...
to come full-circle, somehow...
I don't want to be like a child, really, but it is coming to this, in some ways.
Before "you have days like this" one should find "days not like this" in order
to have a comparison.
I think no one ever understands this...about a girl...or a woman...
I think they want to give you the works, but not the play-time.
I am wondering about this...now.
I even began working before any of these other adults I know today.
I wonder if they know that...wondering where all the money came from...
SIGH!
Democrats!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Breathing Spaces
Tuesday: Breathing Room
Today is a day to play, and it is a day to stay away.
I ventured yesterday, and wondered if it was a kind of a miracle. No one
tormented me, and no one mocked me.
I wonder if they finally figured out that they are how they treat people.
Their state, their place, their time, their purpose...why get poetic?
I would like to greet people, but it feels like a crime.
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Today, the cats were solemn and grateful.
Last night, they were sad that I went out, but happy when I returned.
They always look like they just lost their best friend.
I feel for them.
Today, I chatted with someone new, a new friend. We talked about pen pals.
I have missed talking to people in faraway places. I think it is fascinating
to write and for people to write back. I think I want to try to do that
through snail mail also.
If there are trustworthy people who are still people, it can work!
People will talk, write, and get along.
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Poetry Month is now almost over. I wonder if I should have written more poetry.
I like waiting for inspiration to strike. Sometimes, it is a while. I am so entranced
by prose these days! Sigh...
I like the poetry of life and the poetry/magic of things, so that counts as well.
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I am listening to new music (& old) again, so I guess I am re-awakening again.
I feel like that spring and summer have to awaken dead things, somehow, like a subtle
resurrection. The people's spirits around me are always dead. Sabotage, lies, and meddling are all like dead activities. I wonder how they can have any excitement living like that?
Even simple and boring things count when you are around anarchical things all around.
What a relief!
Yay!
No meddling at least one solitary day!
Yay!
Americans can be so trying sometimes....
Today is a day to play, and it is a day to stay away.
I ventured yesterday, and wondered if it was a kind of a miracle. No one
tormented me, and no one mocked me.
I wonder if they finally figured out that they are how they treat people.
Their state, their place, their time, their purpose...why get poetic?
I would like to greet people, but it feels like a crime.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Today, the cats were solemn and grateful.
Last night, they were sad that I went out, but happy when I returned.
They always look like they just lost their best friend.
I feel for them.
Today, I chatted with someone new, a new friend. We talked about pen pals.
I have missed talking to people in faraway places. I think it is fascinating
to write and for people to write back. I think I want to try to do that
through snail mail also.
If there are trustworthy people who are still people, it can work!
People will talk, write, and get along.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Poetry Month is now almost over. I wonder if I should have written more poetry.
I like waiting for inspiration to strike. Sometimes, it is a while. I am so entranced
by prose these days! Sigh...
I like the poetry of life and the poetry/magic of things, so that counts as well.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I am listening to new music (& old) again, so I guess I am re-awakening again.
I feel like that spring and summer have to awaken dead things, somehow, like a subtle
resurrection. The people's spirits around me are always dead. Sabotage, lies, and meddling are all like dead activities. I wonder how they can have any excitement living like that?
Even simple and boring things count when you are around anarchical things all around.
What a relief!
Yay!
No meddling at least one solitary day!
Yay!
Americans can be so trying sometimes....
Monday, April 26, 2010
Chores!
Monday: Chores Thread!
I don't particularly like chores. Monday, for some odd particular reason, attracts
chores. The other odd thing is that they're all there at the same time, no matter
what you do to head them off.
I blame it on this "we the people" system. If "we the people" are crooks, that is.
I was laughing about the term, "chore" this past week.
I had learned it in another setting and in another language once.
The kids all knew the term. The term "chor" in that language meant
"thief." So, chores, although important to life and scheduling, they still
occupy time, time that could be spent doing something else. I also learned
"chor" in another place and in another context and that "chor" meant
something that has to do with blood.
So I was forming puns on this also. Chores bleed you dry.
This is how I feel about "we the people" in this neighborhood.
They steal from you, draw blood from you, waste your time, and keep you
from accomplishing things. They try to intimidate you so you won't accomplish
basic things, like obtain basic necessities for your life. If you happen to acquire them, then they steal those also. So, more time is wasted by chores, and you have
to buy basic necessities over and over again.
I have had a lifetime of dealing with chores, believe me.
Then another odd thing, the businesses suffer, because people have departed from
visiting them, because there is no one around to circulate the cash that this society needs, because of the chores. Then they get mad, because money is sitting
in your account, and you haven't spent it because of the chores. The money
makes you look rich for some reason, when all it is simply an accumulation of all
the time and trouble chores have wasted.
When I walk by "we the people," they say, "She's got money coming out of her ass."
Or, "spread that money around..." when all along, it is they who are thwarting me from spending it. Ten years ago, I went from a size 12 to a size zero, because of chores creating chores and other types of havoc in my life. I was starving because of them, even though they were telling everyone I was selfish and a "rich bitch."
This time around, I had dropped from a size 10 to a size five. I got ill and suffer diseases. Then the same people have the audacity to ask me for money or even a quarter.
I don't understand why "we the people" eat steak dinners every night off of other people's money, wasted times and life, and then they call the so-called other parties the "rich bitches." (Republicans, Independents...we are usually busy at work, skipping meals and even coffee to get to work on time, working throughout lunch break and skipping lunch, dodging lies from "we the people" just to keep our day jobs. Some of us having to moonlight to take care of expenses, because of we the people who have a lot of time to be "chores."
Then "we the people" tell everyone it is the people in the skyscrapers coming down to steal everyone's money. Maybe, some do, who knows?
We the people have a government, supposedly, that tells them what to do if the "rich" leaders get out of hand. Why don't they exercise their rights instead of stealing and wasting the time of ordinary citizens like me or my family?
If anyone looks at my earnings, it is proof of what we the people have been up to lately. If I have any money at all anymore, it is for bills. That's about it, because we the people are always around to steal...lot of time on their hands, keeping employed people from going to work and stealing families' hard-earned cash.
So, I wonder what country we the people are from...right here?! I wonder. If our democratic system is we the people, why do they isolate me and the big guys in the scrapers to say we have all the money. They put everyone in office and fashioned their agencies and organized their democratic agencies, and blame me for having extra money, because I have been starving for thirty years, only paying extra bills on top of extra bills that "we the people" have incurred.
Today, I have to run around to pay bills that were supposed to be paid already. We the people have such a system that you have to do one little measly errand countless times. When I go, there are already cars positioned on the street, waiting to deplete more valuable resources from the particular street's residents.
We the people, I don't think the rich are the ones to blame.
When you ask me for handouts and fifty cents on the street, I wonder why I even have the ability to give it to you.
But then I think about the past thirty years of being chased around, harassed, and the time and money wasted over you, I remember we have a democratic system, and I can
say still say no to chores.
"We the people", liars and thieves!
Hey, "we the people," next time you pick on honest people to make a buck, remember, the we in all of your games.
Every one suffers.
You make more money than those of us in middle or single-life style brackets, you get free rides for your lifestyles and kids, you eat everything and everyone in sight with your greedy and hungry ways.
I think maybe someone should give you "we the people" a wake - up call.
Stop making extra chores for people!
Stop sending "chores" to ask me for money and trying to bleed us dry also.
This means you, "we the people!!!"
You are the ones costing every one time and money. When costs rise, it is due to your slovenly ways and behavior, not only because of some crooks in some supposed tower.
Maybe stop the binge - eating and drinking, steak dinners, and stop keeping the Middle Class from doing their part to function in society. Stop calling the cops
on us and saying lies about us also!
"We the people," you big wasters of time and everyone's life, don't ask me for money.
The answer is always going to be NO!
I am not a "rich bitch", but I know what is really going on.
"We the people," you are crooks!
I don't particularly like chores. Monday, for some odd particular reason, attracts
chores. The other odd thing is that they're all there at the same time, no matter
what you do to head them off.
I blame it on this "we the people" system. If "we the people" are crooks, that is.
I was laughing about the term, "chore" this past week.
I had learned it in another setting and in another language once.
The kids all knew the term. The term "chor" in that language meant
"thief." So, chores, although important to life and scheduling, they still
occupy time, time that could be spent doing something else. I also learned
"chor" in another place and in another context and that "chor" meant
something that has to do with blood.
So I was forming puns on this also. Chores bleed you dry.
This is how I feel about "we the people" in this neighborhood.
They steal from you, draw blood from you, waste your time, and keep you
from accomplishing things. They try to intimidate you so you won't accomplish
basic things, like obtain basic necessities for your life. If you happen to acquire them, then they steal those also. So, more time is wasted by chores, and you have
to buy basic necessities over and over again.
I have had a lifetime of dealing with chores, believe me.
Then another odd thing, the businesses suffer, because people have departed from
visiting them, because there is no one around to circulate the cash that this society needs, because of the chores. Then they get mad, because money is sitting
in your account, and you haven't spent it because of the chores. The money
makes you look rich for some reason, when all it is simply an accumulation of all
the time and trouble chores have wasted.
When I walk by "we the people," they say, "She's got money coming out of her ass."
Or, "spread that money around..." when all along, it is they who are thwarting me from spending it. Ten years ago, I went from a size 12 to a size zero, because of chores creating chores and other types of havoc in my life. I was starving because of them, even though they were telling everyone I was selfish and a "rich bitch."
This time around, I had dropped from a size 10 to a size five. I got ill and suffer diseases. Then the same people have the audacity to ask me for money or even a quarter.
I don't understand why "we the people" eat steak dinners every night off of other people's money, wasted times and life, and then they call the so-called other parties the "rich bitches." (Republicans, Independents...we are usually busy at work, skipping meals and even coffee to get to work on time, working throughout lunch break and skipping lunch, dodging lies from "we the people" just to keep our day jobs. Some of us having to moonlight to take care of expenses, because of we the people who have a lot of time to be "chores."
Then "we the people" tell everyone it is the people in the skyscrapers coming down to steal everyone's money. Maybe, some do, who knows?
We the people have a government, supposedly, that tells them what to do if the "rich" leaders get out of hand. Why don't they exercise their rights instead of stealing and wasting the time of ordinary citizens like me or my family?
If anyone looks at my earnings, it is proof of what we the people have been up to lately. If I have any money at all anymore, it is for bills. That's about it, because we the people are always around to steal...lot of time on their hands, keeping employed people from going to work and stealing families' hard-earned cash.
So, I wonder what country we the people are from...right here?! I wonder. If our democratic system is we the people, why do they isolate me and the big guys in the scrapers to say we have all the money. They put everyone in office and fashioned their agencies and organized their democratic agencies, and blame me for having extra money, because I have been starving for thirty years, only paying extra bills on top of extra bills that "we the people" have incurred.
Today, I have to run around to pay bills that were supposed to be paid already. We the people have such a system that you have to do one little measly errand countless times. When I go, there are already cars positioned on the street, waiting to deplete more valuable resources from the particular street's residents.
We the people, I don't think the rich are the ones to blame.
When you ask me for handouts and fifty cents on the street, I wonder why I even have the ability to give it to you.
But then I think about the past thirty years of being chased around, harassed, and the time and money wasted over you, I remember we have a democratic system, and I can
say still say no to chores.
"We the people", liars and thieves!
Hey, "we the people," next time you pick on honest people to make a buck, remember, the we in all of your games.
Every one suffers.
You make more money than those of us in middle or single-life style brackets, you get free rides for your lifestyles and kids, you eat everything and everyone in sight with your greedy and hungry ways.
I think maybe someone should give you "we the people" a wake - up call.
Stop making extra chores for people!
Stop sending "chores" to ask me for money and trying to bleed us dry also.
This means you, "we the people!!!"
You are the ones costing every one time and money. When costs rise, it is due to your slovenly ways and behavior, not only because of some crooks in some supposed tower.
Maybe stop the binge - eating and drinking, steak dinners, and stop keeping the Middle Class from doing their part to function in society. Stop calling the cops
on us and saying lies about us also!
"We the people," you big wasters of time and everyone's life, don't ask me for money.
The answer is always going to be NO!
I am not a "rich bitch", but I know what is really going on.
"We the people," you are crooks!
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Weekend Blogging
I found a site today with a photo of a rabbit. I wonder why that is.
It kind of looks like the rabbit, but not quite.
I wonder who this person is.
Maybe it is Agatha? Who knows? lol...
I guess there are a lot of rabbit owners out there
more than I realize.
I wonder if I am supposed to make contact with this owner
about the subject matters presented.
Dreams and such...
? ? ?
Weekends are supposed to be quiet.
I think I handled an emergency today. So I wonder if there is
going to be another one involving a rabbit. Hmmm?
I think I like to prevent emergencies rather than handle them
for right now.
The clue is that everything else has to be in synch.
Or else things don't flow, and or are mismatched...
Well, the point is, there are consecutive things happening in a random way
as well. So that is interesting to me.
It kind of looks like the rabbit, but not quite.
I wonder who this person is.
Maybe it is Agatha? Who knows? lol...
I guess there are a lot of rabbit owners out there
more than I realize.
I wonder if I am supposed to make contact with this owner
about the subject matters presented.
Dreams and such...
? ? ?
Weekends are supposed to be quiet.
I think I handled an emergency today. So I wonder if there is
going to be another one involving a rabbit. Hmmm?
I think I like to prevent emergencies rather than handle them
for right now.
The clue is that everything else has to be in synch.
Or else things don't flow, and or are mismatched...
Well, the point is, there are consecutive things happening in a random way
as well. So that is interesting to me.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Dreaming Zone: Alice on My Mind...again?!
Friday: Wakefulness
Last night, I went everywhere, trying to resolve matters everywhere.
I made new contacts and friends. I don't remember much of it.
I did rescue a rabbit who meowed like a cat and found a new home for him
with the aid of my new friend, who looked and dressed like Agatha Christie.
The little critter had been stuck on a Chicago CTA train and was miserably
looking for the right rescuer. When he decided it was my new friend and I or
bust, he acquiesced and let us gather him up in our hands. He was so happy when
we plopped him in front of an enormous compound with dense vegetation growing in it.
He also found a new bunny - friend almost immediately.
We had many errands to accomplish that night, but we did manage a visit to the little guy to see if he was still happy. He was. He looked at us in merriment from his vegetative paradise.
Mystery: What was he doing homeless on a CTA train, of all places? Poor thing!
He reminds me of this rabbit I had to take care of for a brief time, Mercutio.
That was the strangest of all rabbits. He thought he was a little puppy.
I miss him! He is somewhere in the suburbs.
This kind of stuff is probably what stirred Lewis Carroll to pen "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland." Fan - Fiction might wonder why Agatha Christie, though, instead of another fusion - attempt?
I'll leave that for the site's pundits to determine the mind's late - night ramblings.
Maybe it is "Murder on the Orient Express" with all rabbit characters?!
Agatha and I must be Miss Jane Marple, this time around?
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I really think the Wizard of OZ will be the next terrain for me to visit through nightly jaunts. Who knows?!
If you've never been haunted by stories in the night, don't bother even asking what this is all about.
Next, I remember trying to return a miniature silver pot to a local library, where I once lived. My conscience got the best of me, and I had to return the pot in the book drop at midnight. While in front of the book drop site, I saw library books that I hadn't returned back sitting in my apartment, and they were plaguing me with guilt.
In the morning, I breathed a sigh of relief...!
I had no books to return. I was never over - due.
I was one of the good girls, honest, and on time.
Whew! No books to return!
That could have really dampered my schedule for the day...
I think some of those books are upset that they became discards.
That wasn't ever my doing...plus, I think they don't know they were
"withdrawn" or "discarded."
Leave it to people not to talk to them before
they vent out on me in my dreams or something?!
They do have a problem out here about discarding the classics.
I wonder why they do that?!
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I had coffee this morning, listened to music, and now I am roaming over
the internet.
I need a break to finish or start breakfast. Maybe skip it altogether?
I fuse all three meals together at times.
Bye for now, Friday ramblings!
Don't forget to make your wishes to Shakespeare!
Last night, I went everywhere, trying to resolve matters everywhere.
I made new contacts and friends. I don't remember much of it.
I did rescue a rabbit who meowed like a cat and found a new home for him
with the aid of my new friend, who looked and dressed like Agatha Christie.
The little critter had been stuck on a Chicago CTA train and was miserably
looking for the right rescuer. When he decided it was my new friend and I or
bust, he acquiesced and let us gather him up in our hands. He was so happy when
we plopped him in front of an enormous compound with dense vegetation growing in it.
He also found a new bunny - friend almost immediately.
We had many errands to accomplish that night, but we did manage a visit to the little guy to see if he was still happy. He was. He looked at us in merriment from his vegetative paradise.
Mystery: What was he doing homeless on a CTA train, of all places? Poor thing!
He reminds me of this rabbit I had to take care of for a brief time, Mercutio.
That was the strangest of all rabbits. He thought he was a little puppy.
I miss him! He is somewhere in the suburbs.
This kind of stuff is probably what stirred Lewis Carroll to pen "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland." Fan - Fiction might wonder why Agatha Christie, though, instead of another fusion - attempt?
I'll leave that for the site's pundits to determine the mind's late - night ramblings.
Maybe it is "Murder on the Orient Express" with all rabbit characters?!
Agatha and I must be Miss Jane Marple, this time around?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I really think the Wizard of OZ will be the next terrain for me to visit through nightly jaunts. Who knows?!
If you've never been haunted by stories in the night, don't bother even asking what this is all about.
Next, I remember trying to return a miniature silver pot to a local library, where I once lived. My conscience got the best of me, and I had to return the pot in the book drop at midnight. While in front of the book drop site, I saw library books that I hadn't returned back sitting in my apartment, and they were plaguing me with guilt.
In the morning, I breathed a sigh of relief...!
I had no books to return. I was never over - due.
I was one of the good girls, honest, and on time.
Whew! No books to return!
That could have really dampered my schedule for the day...
I think some of those books are upset that they became discards.
That wasn't ever my doing...plus, I think they don't know they were
"withdrawn" or "discarded."
Leave it to people not to talk to them before
they vent out on me in my dreams or something?!
They do have a problem out here about discarding the classics.
I wonder why they do that?!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I had coffee this morning, listened to music, and now I am roaming over
the internet.
I need a break to finish or start breakfast. Maybe skip it altogether?
I fuse all three meals together at times.
Bye for now, Friday ramblings!
Don't forget to make your wishes to Shakespeare!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday
Wednesday Thread: Tying Up Loose Ends!
I am a little bit late getting to this page today.
I wanted to get household things done. So far so good, but there's more to
be done. Organization is a must.
"America" is almost on. I have mixed feelings about it. The show presented a scenic view of Brazil and the people, and that fascinated me. It gives me a chance to see the place before the Olympics. The people are very enthusiastic and energetic. Sunny dispositions like the places I have visited and smiles everywhere... They are going to love the Olympics there. I also like that they are an "outdoor-sy" kind of people, and I have missed seeing people being able to engage in outside activities. I have been in countries like that before. The only thing that was weird was not seeing the cell phones and laptops like you do in this part of the hemisphere. (Well, except for the office scenes...) It was like a reverse culture shock, going back to the past, in a way. Monday is the last day of the show. They have to tie up a lot of loose ends before then.
When they show Florida, it's almost the same, except the circumstances were different. Beautiful, sunny scenes...,and I didn't really want to do a compare and ccontrast with Brazil and Florida. (Both America!!!)
I feel like I am saying good-bye to the characters. All have their own distinct personalities. The minor ones are so fun to watch. They are quirky and entrancing.
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I found a new hangout (sill) for my friend's cat. I think he will like it. I will try it out today. He likes to be near me more. I think he feels abandoned sometimes when people go to work.
I made coffee, but it is too milky for my taste this morning. Otherwise, it is good.
I told my friend that they have free coffee at Starbucks (Tax Relief Day!, if you bring in their cup. I miss the Cinnabon offer. Yum! That sounds good...
More later....
I am a little bit late getting to this page today.
I wanted to get household things done. So far so good, but there's more to
be done. Organization is a must.
"America" is almost on. I have mixed feelings about it. The show presented a scenic view of Brazil and the people, and that fascinated me. It gives me a chance to see the place before the Olympics. The people are very enthusiastic and energetic. Sunny dispositions like the places I have visited and smiles everywhere... They are going to love the Olympics there. I also like that they are an "outdoor-sy" kind of people, and I have missed seeing people being able to engage in outside activities. I have been in countries like that before. The only thing that was weird was not seeing the cell phones and laptops like you do in this part of the hemisphere. (Well, except for the office scenes...) It was like a reverse culture shock, going back to the past, in a way. Monday is the last day of the show. They have to tie up a lot of loose ends before then.
When they show Florida, it's almost the same, except the circumstances were different. Beautiful, sunny scenes...,and I didn't really want to do a compare and ccontrast with Brazil and Florida. (Both America!!!)
I feel like I am saying good-bye to the characters. All have their own distinct personalities. The minor ones are so fun to watch. They are quirky and entrancing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I found a new hangout (sill) for my friend's cat. I think he will like it. I will try it out today. He likes to be near me more. I think he feels abandoned sometimes when people go to work.
I made coffee, but it is too milky for my taste this morning. Otherwise, it is good.
I told my friend that they have free coffee at Starbucks (Tax Relief Day!, if you bring in their cup. I miss the Cinnabon offer. Yum! That sounds good...
More later....
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Tuesday April 13
TUESDAY Thread: Social Networking
I have not always been a fan of using the internet primarily to
maintaining contact and relationships. I think, however, the world
is turning to that currently, and has been for a while.
At the time it all began, I was always at work or at school.
During breaks, everyone was always on the phone or on the university
computers. No more people hanging out in the cafeterias, work, student or
study lounges. So I have decided to try this phenomenon out.
So far, Facebook is my favorite one. I haven't as of yet tried Twitter.
Networking on Facebook beats having to be a paramedic out on the streets,
or being assaulted by vagrants. So far so good!
I wonder if I will miss the whole cafe culture out there. Not so far!
I made some friends in Italy and the U.K. The groups you join help you form
relations based on common interests. I am also learning how to practice new languages. I know how to say "coffee" in quite a few now.
The Dr. Who followers really rock! They are a fascinating culture, even if I don't run into them locally. I stay up and watch!!!!
So, FB might be a nice place to make friends, although not face to face.
Breakfast: The whole ordeal has been tedious. I always skip it for coffee or
chocolate. I feel better that way. If I have a small one closer toward lunch, I feel
better. I am way too sleepy to eat in the morning. Today, I feel like making
brunch instead.
Reading: The internet must be king of this arena, although I still gravitate toward the magazines a whole lot, like they are my first love.
The free papers are sitting at the side for now, but I want to catch up on
those soon also.
Television: I watched "Castle" last night. I love watching it with friends.
I found a FB page on it, also. I wonder if "The Good Wife" has one also.
Books: Patterson....I think he is secretly writing for "Castle." Maybe?!!!!!!
Blogs: Romance & Travel reign for me right now!!!!!
Commuting: I feel weird not doing it, at all! I was always out there, work,
school, networking!
Staying at home is not my cup of tea, but I am bearing with it.
Bye for now, Dear Tuesday!
I have not always been a fan of using the internet primarily to
maintaining contact and relationships. I think, however, the world
is turning to that currently, and has been for a while.
At the time it all began, I was always at work or at school.
During breaks, everyone was always on the phone or on the university
computers. No more people hanging out in the cafeterias, work, student or
study lounges. So I have decided to try this phenomenon out.
So far, Facebook is my favorite one. I haven't as of yet tried Twitter.
Networking on Facebook beats having to be a paramedic out on the streets,
or being assaulted by vagrants. So far so good!
I wonder if I will miss the whole cafe culture out there. Not so far!
I made some friends in Italy and the U.K. The groups you join help you form
relations based on common interests. I am also learning how to practice new languages. I know how to say "coffee" in quite a few now.
The Dr. Who followers really rock! They are a fascinating culture, even if I don't run into them locally. I stay up and watch!!!!
So, FB might be a nice place to make friends, although not face to face.
Breakfast: The whole ordeal has been tedious. I always skip it for coffee or
chocolate. I feel better that way. If I have a small one closer toward lunch, I feel
better. I am way too sleepy to eat in the morning. Today, I feel like making
brunch instead.
Reading: The internet must be king of this arena, although I still gravitate toward the magazines a whole lot, like they are my first love.
The free papers are sitting at the side for now, but I want to catch up on
those soon also.
Television: I watched "Castle" last night. I love watching it with friends.
I found a FB page on it, also. I wonder if "The Good Wife" has one also.
Books: Patterson....I think he is secretly writing for "Castle." Maybe?!!!!!!
Blogs: Romance & Travel reign for me right now!!!!!
Commuting: I feel weird not doing it, at all! I was always out there, work,
school, networking!
Staying at home is not my cup of tea, but I am bearing with it.
Bye for now, Dear Tuesday!
Monday, April 12, 2010
Monday, Monday
Dear Monday, Monday:
Today, you are quiet and mournful like a sleepy cat.
I hope you will find the rest of the day to your liking.
I think you were sad, because a yellow jacket got trapped
within a window screen, and you watched it intently all morning long.
My friend's cat stood sentry by it, knowing they could not abandon him/her.
I think they wanted to rescue it, but they needed my help.
So the rescue mission is now complete. Safe and sound!
Flying out and safe to return to the world outside.
The cats returned to the sill to see if he would return, as if they missed their
new-found friend.
It buzzed musically and danced with gaiety, although he was trapped.
My kitty is purring contentedly now.
Cats are so very fixated by flying beings.
Bye little mite! See you sometime outdoors?!
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Starting out Monday with coffee is wonderful. The cats have been loving, also. So I am around kindness this morning and not abusive types of people. I have to change television stations periodically to hear more positive news or thoughts, but it is not that bad today.
I want to also get to some cleaning and organizing and researching something that might prove hectic at a later point, and I want to stall it or keep it from happening to me. Sigh.
The other cat has not given up looking for the bee yet. I think I should write stories about these two fellas and their escapades in town. They are really rather fascinating. They're quite quaint little creatures. They always bring adventures to me indoors.
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I wonder if people like to be found or not? Do you think they like to stay lost or missing? I mean adults, that is. I bet that the world makes them want to disappear at times. I would feel sad in this case, but maybe they need to retreat at times, too?
Bye 4 now...need to move about...will be back to write soon to you, dear Monday.
Today, you are quiet and mournful like a sleepy cat.
I hope you will find the rest of the day to your liking.
I think you were sad, because a yellow jacket got trapped
within a window screen, and you watched it intently all morning long.
My friend's cat stood sentry by it, knowing they could not abandon him/her.
I think they wanted to rescue it, but they needed my help.
So the rescue mission is now complete. Safe and sound!
Flying out and safe to return to the world outside.
The cats returned to the sill to see if he would return, as if they missed their
new-found friend.
It buzzed musically and danced with gaiety, although he was trapped.
My kitty is purring contentedly now.
Cats are so very fixated by flying beings.
Bye little mite! See you sometime outdoors?!
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Starting out Monday with coffee is wonderful. The cats have been loving, also. So I am around kindness this morning and not abusive types of people. I have to change television stations periodically to hear more positive news or thoughts, but it is not that bad today.
I want to also get to some cleaning and organizing and researching something that might prove hectic at a later point, and I want to stall it or keep it from happening to me. Sigh.
The other cat has not given up looking for the bee yet. I think I should write stories about these two fellas and their escapades in town. They are really rather fascinating. They're quite quaint little creatures. They always bring adventures to me indoors.
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I wonder if people like to be found or not? Do you think they like to stay lost or missing? I mean adults, that is. I bet that the world makes them want to disappear at times. I would feel sad in this case, but maybe they need to retreat at times, too?
Bye 4 now...need to move about...will be back to write soon to you, dear Monday.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Words of Television
Thread 13: Morning Television
Today, I am thinking about how television has been such a part of our lives.
Most of the time, I turn it on first thing. Today, I didn't.
I started the day with coffee and by feeding some cats.
I left the television alone.
Right now, I do have "America" on. This program makes me curious about Brazil and
speaking in Portuguese. (So far, I have found recipes in the language. That is cool.
You can have a choice of reading the recipes in English, Spanish, French, and Portuguese. That is neat, because I can look at a word or phrase in multiple languages.) So I am trying to watch the mouths and see that the mouths are not moving in time to the Spanish except for in certain words. This show has over a million actors. When I first started to watch, I didn't know who the main protagonists were. Over time, they dedicated more scenes to the major ones, and they gave them the musical intro whenever they would enter. So that helped. I have always liked minor characters, even in books.
Brazilians are fascinating to watch. I can almost picture the Olympics there already.
I tried to find songs on the internet I like. I watched a few songs in Punjabi. I didn't understand a word. I saw clips of Ash's wedding and the YT clip on the designer who designed her dress. It was an interview. I think I will post that on
a fashion blog at some point. Or I may also have to visit and be around Asian language sectors once more.
I am hearing "chama" or that sound a lot on the show I am watching, especially in the songs. Those,they leave alone without dubbing over them. I think they used that in some Venezuelan programs at times. I think it must mean money. Or I could be wrong...?!
The language on television is fascinating to me. I wonder if it all translates like that in the ordinary and every day worlds also.
I like that programs don't lie about stressful conditions and tribulations one encounters as life goes on. Although melodramatic at times, the shows for the most part do tell people, watch out for this, watch out for that, if you do this, this could happen.
I always looked at television that way. I also tried to keep it safe and intact from other situations in the world until I could formulate some sort of connection.
Most of the time, I think of allegories or classical allusions. Those always enter a language. At least it did in the past. The Greek/Roman myths and allusions are still with us in the language. I wonder if television prorams coin words and phrases over time with the frequency of hearing them over time. The writers must try to project reality in at least the dialogue, if not the plots or themes of the day.
I could probably study some portion of this some time. I like theme songs, the artists, the way the lyrics sound in selected tunes. I still recall the Venezuelan hit, "Cristal" and its theme song, "Mi Vida Eres Tu." Now I am trying to sing the
"Corazon Salvaje" theme by Chayanne. This program is from Mexico, I believe.
It is broadcast every ten years to different audiences. So far, I have only seen two,well, one I am currently viewing, whenever I can. They have to stick to the period in time, so the dialogue will be both contemporary and contain words from the
past also. This is great to compare and contrast and improve my knowledge of Spanish and even other languages.
I do think the act of viewing television can entirely be an activity of leisure or become something else entirely. I am glad I can choose what I can do with my viewing, for now...
I have never taken television for granted. I think this is, because I have lived at least eight or nine years without exposure to television. So when my family first got a television, it was like a new world or a crystal ball, or something magical that came into my life. I think it added meaning to things I was searching for at the time. Answers, clues to life, review of the day, and more!
I do have to turn it off, to go back to my first love, "print!"
Every once in a while...but now there's the internet for that!
For good or bad...?!
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Lists!
Telejournalism
"Lisbeth Scott"
"Nicole Travis Cavanaugh"
Up Close & Personal
Robert Redford
Born Free
Fahey Flynn
Joel Daley
John Drury
Barbara Walters
News You can Use
in life
Ms. Brent
Peter Parker
The Paper
You ask questions
like reporters do
Clark Kent
Lois Lane
News Papers
News Magazines
News News News
Cameras
Lives Lived on camera
telenovelas
novel for television
now also on Y.T. (youtube)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hope JB Records has some of the sound tracks for these programs.
That would be like having a part of the season, even if you
never get a hold of transcripts!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lunch instead of breakfast or a fusion of the two.
Why does coffee fill one up so much?
Today, I am thinking about how television has been such a part of our lives.
Most of the time, I turn it on first thing. Today, I didn't.
I started the day with coffee and by feeding some cats.
I left the television alone.
Right now, I do have "America" on. This program makes me curious about Brazil and
speaking in Portuguese. (So far, I have found recipes in the language. That is cool.
You can have a choice of reading the recipes in English, Spanish, French, and Portuguese. That is neat, because I can look at a word or phrase in multiple languages.) So I am trying to watch the mouths and see that the mouths are not moving in time to the Spanish except for in certain words. This show has over a million actors. When I first started to watch, I didn't know who the main protagonists were. Over time, they dedicated more scenes to the major ones, and they gave them the musical intro whenever they would enter. So that helped. I have always liked minor characters, even in books.
Brazilians are fascinating to watch. I can almost picture the Olympics there already.
I tried to find songs on the internet I like. I watched a few songs in Punjabi. I didn't understand a word. I saw clips of Ash's wedding and the YT clip on the designer who designed her dress. It was an interview. I think I will post that on
a fashion blog at some point. Or I may also have to visit and be around Asian language sectors once more.
I am hearing "chama" or that sound a lot on the show I am watching, especially in the songs. Those,they leave alone without dubbing over them. I think they used that in some Venezuelan programs at times. I think it must mean money. Or I could be wrong...?!
The language on television is fascinating to me. I wonder if it all translates like that in the ordinary and every day worlds also.
I like that programs don't lie about stressful conditions and tribulations one encounters as life goes on. Although melodramatic at times, the shows for the most part do tell people, watch out for this, watch out for that, if you do this, this could happen.
I always looked at television that way. I also tried to keep it safe and intact from other situations in the world until I could formulate some sort of connection.
Most of the time, I think of allegories or classical allusions. Those always enter a language. At least it did in the past. The Greek/Roman myths and allusions are still with us in the language. I wonder if television prorams coin words and phrases over time with the frequency of hearing them over time. The writers must try to project reality in at least the dialogue, if not the plots or themes of the day.
I could probably study some portion of this some time. I like theme songs, the artists, the way the lyrics sound in selected tunes. I still recall the Venezuelan hit, "Cristal" and its theme song, "Mi Vida Eres Tu." Now I am trying to sing the
"Corazon Salvaje" theme by Chayanne. This program is from Mexico, I believe.
It is broadcast every ten years to different audiences. So far, I have only seen two,well, one I am currently viewing, whenever I can. They have to stick to the period in time, so the dialogue will be both contemporary and contain words from the
past also. This is great to compare and contrast and improve my knowledge of Spanish and even other languages.
I do think the act of viewing television can entirely be an activity of leisure or become something else entirely. I am glad I can choose what I can do with my viewing, for now...
I have never taken television for granted. I think this is, because I have lived at least eight or nine years without exposure to television. So when my family first got a television, it was like a new world or a crystal ball, or something magical that came into my life. I think it added meaning to things I was searching for at the time. Answers, clues to life, review of the day, and more!
I do have to turn it off, to go back to my first love, "print!"
Every once in a while...but now there's the internet for that!
For good or bad...?!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lists!
Telejournalism
"Lisbeth Scott"
"Nicole Travis Cavanaugh"
Up Close & Personal
Robert Redford
Born Free
Fahey Flynn
Joel Daley
John Drury
Barbara Walters
News You can Use
in life
Ms. Brent
Peter Parker
The Paper
You ask questions
like reporters do
Clark Kent
Lois Lane
News Papers
News Magazines
News News News
Cameras
Lives Lived on camera
telenovelas
novel for television
now also on Y.T. (youtube)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hope JB Records has some of the sound tracks for these programs.
That would be like having a part of the season, even if you
never get a hold of transcripts!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lunch instead of breakfast or a fusion of the two.
Why does coffee fill one up so much?
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Today!
Thread 12: Coffee & A Song!
Today, I start out the day with coffee and a song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmUJGENbsAo&feature=related
I really like this song for some strange reason.
I run to the radio whenever I hear it!
The gal's a phenomenal singer!
I hope we have more like her soon.
SPRING!
The morning is eerily quiet. Other writers and I have already mentioned that
it is Poetry Month, so we are quietly reflecting on that. Some are sharing poetry
on their sites. I have written or started to write a few on some of my sites.
April is magic for poetry. Springtime and everything blooming, flourishing, new life, and the wonder of it all!
I remember a line from a book where the character says when she
finds a locked away garden.
"It's not quite dead, is it?"
It's a sad but hopeful line.
Something that someone had forgotten or relegated to a back burner
somewhere, something that still exists, but is forgotten by mankind?
I am imagining a scene where someone finds a lost Garden of Eden or some other
mystical find.
I had always thought of the show, "Relic Hunter" as a humorous program
with interesting plots, but I think that its premise was serious.
How magical it must be to find some lost relic or artifact that means
something to someone. Recently, there were two incidents in the news.
One involving a lost document...so my mind is contemplating being
an excavationist in my own life, recovering things, or dusting things off.
I'm not sure what I will do with all of this, but it seems timely, because
Spring is in the air.
I have not ventured out for errands lately. I am waiting for a good day, when
I don't have so many chores to do. Most of them are in my mind also.
So I have to do some clear-thinking to get matters resolved.
Then make it a tangible move to move about again.
Spring makes reservations for us, I believe.
Appointments in time.
I feel this more as I age.
Summer and Fall can be placid, but spring-time initiates new beginnings and
so much more, if you stay true to yourself.
Today, I start out the day with coffee and a song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmUJGENbsAo&feature=related
I really like this song for some strange reason.
I run to the radio whenever I hear it!
The gal's a phenomenal singer!
I hope we have more like her soon.
SPRING!
The morning is eerily quiet. Other writers and I have already mentioned that
it is Poetry Month, so we are quietly reflecting on that. Some are sharing poetry
on their sites. I have written or started to write a few on some of my sites.
April is magic for poetry. Springtime and everything blooming, flourishing, new life, and the wonder of it all!
I remember a line from a book where the character says when she
finds a locked away garden.
"It's not quite dead, is it?"
It's a sad but hopeful line.
Something that someone had forgotten or relegated to a back burner
somewhere, something that still exists, but is forgotten by mankind?
I am imagining a scene where someone finds a lost Garden of Eden or some other
mystical find.
I had always thought of the show, "Relic Hunter" as a humorous program
with interesting plots, but I think that its premise was serious.
How magical it must be to find some lost relic or artifact that means
something to someone. Recently, there were two incidents in the news.
One involving a lost document...so my mind is contemplating being
an excavationist in my own life, recovering things, or dusting things off.
I'm not sure what I will do with all of this, but it seems timely, because
Spring is in the air.
I have not ventured out for errands lately. I am waiting for a good day, when
I don't have so many chores to do. Most of them are in my mind also.
So I have to do some clear-thinking to get matters resolved.
Then make it a tangible move to move about again.
Spring makes reservations for us, I believe.
Appointments in time.
I feel this more as I age.
Summer and Fall can be placid, but spring-time initiates new beginnings and
so much more, if you stay true to yourself.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Yesterday & Today!
Today started out with coffee and a chat with kitties who tailed me incessantly, dreaming of breakfast. They sure have a one track mind. At least, they are predictable when they want to be. Yesterday, I made it quiet and had a quiet time as well. Both days have been rainy, and there are budding flowers on the tree outside.
I think I want Life to be like this too, sometimes, not to be a Control Freak, but so when it counts, I want to be on top of things. So I won't get get stressed out about things.
I re-found a fitness blog that I first thought primed me to start moving and circulating my legs and other parts that seemed overly sedentary. When I first became an interneter, that site really helped me a lot. Today, she posted music to work out to, which is great, because music is a great motivator to me when I don't want to move for exercise. I like her idea to motivate her readers toward fitness.
She is a writer, so that is another motivational area for me to visit.
Yesterday, I visited E's site in France and found out about a new singer. She had that clear resounding voice that you would hear in the 70s when there was less pollution in the air. Just kidding! The song, "Ice Hotel" sounded like the voice was emanating from prisms or something.
Remembrances of Things Past:
I found a site (music channel)of someone on You Tube today. The site played this song for an actress who was popular during the 70s. I remember her photos always being splashed onto the screen when I was a child. I didn't know who she was. She was mostly featured in programming that didn't make sense to me at the time. So I wasn't overly curious about her. All I remember was the word "doll" was around her a lot. She looked like dolls or models of that time period also in commercials or things people said about her.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAiQ8ctAHGg&feature=fvw (song)
http://www.youtube.com/user/ilovemarciabrady#g/a (site)
Coming back and viewing her as an adult, I was able to look at her and remember her face. They never froze the pictures long enough to study the face or get to know who they were. The words always played so fast, so you couldn't even know their names.
So now, going back, helps me connect to the past, a past I didn't even realize I had been around.
I also looked at You Tube commercials of actresses and actors from the past. I don't always remember if I understood what they were talking about. I do remember the scenes were sad and moody. The depth of their acting always got to me. I felt that their seriousness was a malaise, and I wished desperately for a malady or cure for people to escape the trauma of their lives. As a child, I could not name it, though.
I seemed to identify with the story line of American lives somehow,and it made me want to connect with the problems as I aged.
I felt a presence over the lives of characters or people in real life that was pervasive in the 70s and 80s. The Nineties were a time of hectic - ness for me. I never stopped long enough to live life then, I believe. Being everywhere became a kind of a high for me. I never even knew that others were begrudging me that time.
I always remembered the words of that song at that time: "always up, always down, always round and round and round." That's how I felt back then also.
The 2000s have been calmer and quieter, although people still want me to perform like I was a teen or something. Sometimes, it feels like they are new to the country, and they have just started watching tv, and they think of women like slaves or objects to use or abuse. Or this is coming back to the culture somehow? I always knew it was somehow there, but I couldn't name it. (Or maybe, it was cultural?)
If you smiled, they thought it was for them. If you wore a skirt, they thought it was for them, anything you did was objectified. I wonder if people can stay in this illiterate or uneducated state forever. Will they ever move out of it and let us walk, let us dress, or speak or even think without making it seem like women are in a very, very, very bad porn movie or something? I think these people must be stuck watching only tv or only videos, and they are not educated enough to be around people.
Instead of viewing them as sex objects, can they educate themselves to see the true reason for women, the magic of women, the gift of women, the reason God made women? Is it enough for them to equate women with only a cheap state of mind?
I still remember this guy leering at me when I was ten. I remember I was wearing a skirt that was mid-calf length. He was looking at my legs like a man would look at a woman and not at a child. In my mind, I knew I was encountering a very stupid type of male, possibly a drunk, or someone very low-class about how they saw women. I wondered if I looked older to him or something. I felt like telling him,
"Excuse me, Spanish guy! I am only ten -years- old. Stop looking at me like I am older."
Of course, I wasn't supposed to talk to strangers back then. I still believe men are stupid this way, whether you are ten or not, is totally irrelevant.
Then they sneered at you like you were tempting or teasing them on purpose by the way you were dressed or sat or even were. Mainly, I remember wishing he wasn't staring. I was hungry also for lunch, because we had gone through a Swim Class in which I had nearly drowned. I was rescued, however, and I felt my family came through for me that day.
Men!!!
Anyway, I am glad I am safe from their jeers, sneers, and other lies they make up about women to not feel guilty about their idiotic opinions about women. This kind of culture is so pervasive everywhere around here. I remember one girl at Starbucks, a new immigrant, once telling me, "I feel like telling them to back off!" I knew what she was talking about. I also knew that she didn't stay there that long.
Is going outside to men, a stage, where women are only objects to abuse verbally?
It can be very disgusting at times.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I like having coffee alone without the perps around.
This is heaven right now!
Time for me!
Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think I want Life to be like this too, sometimes, not to be a Control Freak, but so when it counts, I want to be on top of things. So I won't get get stressed out about things.
I re-found a fitness blog that I first thought primed me to start moving and circulating my legs and other parts that seemed overly sedentary. When I first became an interneter, that site really helped me a lot. Today, she posted music to work out to, which is great, because music is a great motivator to me when I don't want to move for exercise. I like her idea to motivate her readers toward fitness.
She is a writer, so that is another motivational area for me to visit.
Yesterday, I visited E's site in France and found out about a new singer. She had that clear resounding voice that you would hear in the 70s when there was less pollution in the air. Just kidding! The song, "Ice Hotel" sounded like the voice was emanating from prisms or something.
Remembrances of Things Past:
I found a site (music channel)of someone on You Tube today. The site played this song for an actress who was popular during the 70s. I remember her photos always being splashed onto the screen when I was a child. I didn't know who she was. She was mostly featured in programming that didn't make sense to me at the time. So I wasn't overly curious about her. All I remember was the word "doll" was around her a lot. She looked like dolls or models of that time period also in commercials or things people said about her.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAiQ8ctAHGg&feature=fvw (song)
http://www.youtube.com/user/ilovemarciabrady#g/a (site)
Coming back and viewing her as an adult, I was able to look at her and remember her face. They never froze the pictures long enough to study the face or get to know who they were. The words always played so fast, so you couldn't even know their names.
So now, going back, helps me connect to the past, a past I didn't even realize I had been around.
I also looked at You Tube commercials of actresses and actors from the past. I don't always remember if I understood what they were talking about. I do remember the scenes were sad and moody. The depth of their acting always got to me. I felt that their seriousness was a malaise, and I wished desperately for a malady or cure for people to escape the trauma of their lives. As a child, I could not name it, though.
I seemed to identify with the story line of American lives somehow,and it made me want to connect with the problems as I aged.
I felt a presence over the lives of characters or people in real life that was pervasive in the 70s and 80s. The Nineties were a time of hectic - ness for me. I never stopped long enough to live life then, I believe. Being everywhere became a kind of a high for me. I never even knew that others were begrudging me that time.
I always remembered the words of that song at that time: "always up, always down, always round and round and round." That's how I felt back then also.
The 2000s have been calmer and quieter, although people still want me to perform like I was a teen or something. Sometimes, it feels like they are new to the country, and they have just started watching tv, and they think of women like slaves or objects to use or abuse. Or this is coming back to the culture somehow? I always knew it was somehow there, but I couldn't name it. (Or maybe, it was cultural?)
If you smiled, they thought it was for them. If you wore a skirt, they thought it was for them, anything you did was objectified. I wonder if people can stay in this illiterate or uneducated state forever. Will they ever move out of it and let us walk, let us dress, or speak or even think without making it seem like women are in a very, very, very bad porn movie or something? I think these people must be stuck watching only tv or only videos, and they are not educated enough to be around people.
Instead of viewing them as sex objects, can they educate themselves to see the true reason for women, the magic of women, the gift of women, the reason God made women? Is it enough for them to equate women with only a cheap state of mind?
I still remember this guy leering at me when I was ten. I remember I was wearing a skirt that was mid-calf length. He was looking at my legs like a man would look at a woman and not at a child. In my mind, I knew I was encountering a very stupid type of male, possibly a drunk, or someone very low-class about how they saw women. I wondered if I looked older to him or something. I felt like telling him,
"Excuse me, Spanish guy! I am only ten -years- old. Stop looking at me like I am older."
Of course, I wasn't supposed to talk to strangers back then. I still believe men are stupid this way, whether you are ten or not, is totally irrelevant.
Then they sneered at you like you were tempting or teasing them on purpose by the way you were dressed or sat or even were. Mainly, I remember wishing he wasn't staring. I was hungry also for lunch, because we had gone through a Swim Class in which I had nearly drowned. I was rescued, however, and I felt my family came through for me that day.
Men!!!
Anyway, I am glad I am safe from their jeers, sneers, and other lies they make up about women to not feel guilty about their idiotic opinions about women. This kind of culture is so pervasive everywhere around here. I remember one girl at Starbucks, a new immigrant, once telling me, "I feel like telling them to back off!" I knew what she was talking about. I also knew that she didn't stay there that long.
Is going outside to men, a stage, where women are only objects to abuse verbally?
It can be very disgusting at times.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I like having coffee alone without the perps around.
This is heaven right now!
Time for me!
Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Weekends!
I am a fan of weekends, because I can depart from the week's schedule.
Mostly, I believe, that people act differently on weekends. They have shed off the hectic state of things or are just about to do that on weekends. So people are less worried about the week and gravitate toward recreation and leisure.
This is SO important for the health and state of humans, especially during a war-torn and economically - challenged period.
I can usually tell if a person is functioning as a work-a-holic or is able to separate their weekend from their week. I have always had low blood pressure, but people I know, not so. So I value time alone from people for this major reason.
They need the weekend to unwind.
Unfortunately, if all your friends are work-a-holics or are codependent personalities, they know how to find you.
Sigh!
I was against the health care at stuff (nothing against OBAMA), but if this stuff pans out, this is a volatile area to get these people off my back.
Sigh again!
More on this some other time!
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Weekend Leisure:
*had coffee and chatted
*listened to radio and music
*listened to You Tube
*was on the internet
*played with cats
*de-stressed the cats
*stayed alone
So far, so good!
Now, I am going to write a devotion for the day. That is fun.
I am not Mrs. (Chas.) Cowman, but I think I will make an area for me, where I can
practice meditation every once in a while.
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April is Poetry Month!
Hooray!
I love to read poetry. I hope there is some new stuff online.
I found this guy's poetry once. It's under a blog called:
MY OCTOBER COFFEE
I think he is a true poet!!!!!!!!!!!
He reads like a song-writer, too.
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I like it that no one can find me today to hit on me with
words and gestures. I like being away from that immensely.
I think everyone should get a break from that monomaniacal pursuit.
Even celebz! I empathize with them. When can they take a break being
a persona from their films or programs?
Lucia Mendez had a song on this from years back. I think when I find it, I will post it here.
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Reading & Travel!
The topic for research 2-day!!!!
Mostly, I believe, that people act differently on weekends. They have shed off the hectic state of things or are just about to do that on weekends. So people are less worried about the week and gravitate toward recreation and leisure.
This is SO important for the health and state of humans, especially during a war-torn and economically - challenged period.
I can usually tell if a person is functioning as a work-a-holic or is able to separate their weekend from their week. I have always had low blood pressure, but people I know, not so. So I value time alone from people for this major reason.
They need the weekend to unwind.
Unfortunately, if all your friends are work-a-holics or are codependent personalities, they know how to find you.
Sigh!
I was against the health care at stuff (nothing against OBAMA), but if this stuff pans out, this is a volatile area to get these people off my back.
Sigh again!
More on this some other time!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Weekend Leisure:
*had coffee and chatted
*listened to radio and music
*listened to You Tube
*was on the internet
*played with cats
*de-stressed the cats
*stayed alone
So far, so good!
Now, I am going to write a devotion for the day. That is fun.
I am not Mrs. (Chas.) Cowman, but I think I will make an area for me, where I can
practice meditation every once in a while.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
April is Poetry Month!
Hooray!
I love to read poetry. I hope there is some new stuff online.
I found this guy's poetry once. It's under a blog called:
MY OCTOBER COFFEE
I think he is a true poet!!!!!!!!!!!
He reads like a song-writer, too.
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
I like it that no one can find me today to hit on me with
words and gestures. I like being away from that immensely.
I think everyone should get a break from that monomaniacal pursuit.
Even celebz! I empathize with them. When can they take a break being
a persona from their films or programs?
Lucia Mendez had a song on this from years back. I think when I find it, I will post it here.
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Reading & Travel!
The topic for research 2-day!!!!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Thread Nine: The Language of All Things!
These past few mornings have taken precedence over the writing of morning pages.
Had I been a "control-freak," I would have managed to ignore them and come to this
page. I just let the mornings happen. I didn't want to ache with a vague sense of guilt about not focusing and not resolving my quiet time activity. I made breakfast,turned the radio on and flashed quickly over the stations to assess a general sense of the mood. It is picking up, but that moody hangover and that vampirish "eyore-like" veneer is still lingering over the nation. I don't even have to read the horoscopes to know what it is going to be like outside.
I noticed it when I went out to do the errands and pay big bills. The ghost-town of a sidewalk and my destination "stops" became inundated by intrusive eyes and bodies.
Stealing glances at my account sheets, making sure they were within my vicinity. There was one similar gesture of a well-dressed, "Pierce-Brosnanesque" gentleman, but he kept hobbling about at a corner intersection like he was on chemical substances. I stopped merely to see if he had been drugged and left there, but his speech was not slurred or unclear. He was acting as if his body was on speed or other such substance.
The restaurant where I stopped by for carry out also became full immediately upon my arrival. Strange! There was hardly a soul in there, and I had been relieved to be able to take my time to order, and as they say, shoot the breeze with the new gal at the counter. The same attitude entered the place, daring me to lose my bearing.
"Oh she's taking too long to order." They make you feel like you are an intruder and not a customer. Then the wait time increases, because they have all entered all at once, and forced the staff to hurry. So what would have normally taken five minutes to prep and get ready was now more than a half-hour. Then they begin to question why you are still there as if you are doing it on purpose. They act belligerently and give you this body-language. "Get out of here!"
This time I politely answered, "I am waiting for an order" so as to relieve the tension for the staff at the counter so they would not feel the need to intervene on my behalf. I decided to finally sit by a man who dressed or appeared to be Irish.
"Last time, I waited at least 45 minutes."
We started a discussion about 7UP, because he didn't know if it was a new drink. I told him that it was very popular in the Seventies. It just hasn't been advertised as much as other soft drinks.
The gal at the counter was interesting to talk to. I inquired if she was new, because I had not seen her before. She had a very sweet disposition and dressed with stylish accessories. I told her she had an interesting style while she thanked me. I was asking if she knew of a local Spanish designer when everyone rushed in.
So I wrote down the website for her and retreated to waiting.
Yesterday, I left around 2:00pm and made it back close at approximately 3:30pm.
The bathtub was full of water, so I wondered about that. No groceries seemed to be missing.
The people who show up even when I time my entrances at quiet moments always seem to lengthen the entire experience. If the people don't create it, then it's the phone calls. The place starts to ring off the hook.
I don't know about the way this works. It reeks of "free-loaders" or people who seem to want to be irate to you and work you up into some frenzied mood, so that you look like the troublemaker and not they themselves.
I don't remember Americans acting in such inappropriate low-class manners.
Perhaps, they are an alien race who moved in recently and are simulating American
accents or behavior?
Then again, I forget that I used to live in the suburbs and not the city.
How can they all be so poor, or even act so poor? And they manifest the demeanor
of an eeyore. I did like him in the book, but people don't make good, sad, little donkeys with the stuffing becoming jello in them. They all look like they want to be carted off to some charity house or half-way home. I feel a little compassion, but then they act so belligerantly, forcing you to take cover from the verbal darts that assail you, and you feel that if you defended yourself, they will attack you.
I think we have too many Democrats in this town. They seem to function as bullies of some sort. I have had experiences like this in Evanston, a northern suburb, and in a local church where they invited you to lunch and then expected you to pay for their breakfast, lunch, and dinner. That was in the nineties when I was barely making enough to cover my rent.
They are always watching my money and observing what I do with it. That is symbolic of the school cafeterias where bullies always belabor you for your lunch money.
I don't think Republicans do this.
How sad!
I hope we are not going socialist or communist or something.
And the participants are all bullies!!!
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Bully Culture!
Of course, it is prevalent in high school and in some cases, in grade school.
Most bullies are insecure, and they come from insecure environments, where they have had no support in the form of kindness. In the stage when kids are trying to exercise self-determination and independence from their parents and are gravitating toward their peers, some bullies start to appear. This behavioris reinforced by others of the same situations, and then cliques are born.
Some authors study this and write books about this.
REVIVING OPHELIA
QUEEN BEES & WANNABEES
ASHLEY
Those books seemed to help me immensely when I was undergoing the antics of bullies.
Most were people of an urban or illiterate environment. They did not know how to interact with women or they associated you with your friends. I stood up always for the rejected and bullied. So I was seen as "uncool." My real friends who ended up in leadership always stuck by my side and never let me down. I also had great interactions with afterschool staff and looked up to them for advice or friendly conversation. So I was always able to escape bullying by surrounding myself in different scenarios.
In this town, it is difficult to find friends, because the bullies outnumber the friends. A mom and I had a discussion about this recently. She and her daughter are being bullied daily, and someone is tampering with their door on a daily basis in the building where they reside. The ones who perpetrate this crime of bullying are getting away with it, because people don't want a sense of belonging, and they don't want you to feel as if you belong, and they don't consider bullying a serious issue.
It is a very uneducated culture, not one that is kind or respectful of newcomers. The behavior is all of bullying and thieving.
It is not a classy environment, and the ironic fact is that it is supposed to be.
I am thinking about the Irish gal that they claim hung herself.
I wonder if a stronger support system or more of a supportive culture could have intervened on her behalf. Agencies don't know how to be supportive in the right manner. They don't really resolve matters for a problem. Something is not connecting, or else things would be sane. They go through the motions or try something that simply is not working.
A strong, authoritarian hand is needed in some matters, and a gentler hand in some other cases. People just are not discriminating about when to exercise either.
I feel like writing to Mother England and saying what's going on here.
I am being facetious, of course, but sometimes I wonder why we are not holding our own when these bullies are gaining free passage in all arenas of life and even
out on the street.
Sigh...
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For A Girl
Who Gave Up
I am missing you,
missing things
like you used to do
you want to evaporate
and be a frozen flower
asleep in the snow
I am missing you,
not missing the kindness
gifted to us before
innocence turned into
a stalwart soldier
always ready to go to war
I cry as you hand
over your life
to unseen forces
to sadness and despair
to uninspired lands
and to no one
once we were invincible
smarting from pain
and beginning again
even when fresh scabs
still stung
i wish for your endurance
again to face life
and what it challenges
you to do -
own yourself
once again
I think of lonely days, lonely people, and things that are being taken away.
I think that if we can hold on to courage and hope again, things will change for the better.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMppT0MdWMg
There is another song with the words that say, "things are going to change for the better," instead of a super-imposed change that is really not doing anything at all.
When I find it, I will post it here.
Had I been a "control-freak," I would have managed to ignore them and come to this
page. I just let the mornings happen. I didn't want to ache with a vague sense of guilt about not focusing and not resolving my quiet time activity. I made breakfast,turned the radio on and flashed quickly over the stations to assess a general sense of the mood. It is picking up, but that moody hangover and that vampirish "eyore-like" veneer is still lingering over the nation. I don't even have to read the horoscopes to know what it is going to be like outside.
I noticed it when I went out to do the errands and pay big bills. The ghost-town of a sidewalk and my destination "stops" became inundated by intrusive eyes and bodies.
Stealing glances at my account sheets, making sure they were within my vicinity. There was one similar gesture of a well-dressed, "Pierce-Brosnanesque" gentleman, but he kept hobbling about at a corner intersection like he was on chemical substances. I stopped merely to see if he had been drugged and left there, but his speech was not slurred or unclear. He was acting as if his body was on speed or other such substance.
The restaurant where I stopped by for carry out also became full immediately upon my arrival. Strange! There was hardly a soul in there, and I had been relieved to be able to take my time to order, and as they say, shoot the breeze with the new gal at the counter. The same attitude entered the place, daring me to lose my bearing.
"Oh she's taking too long to order." They make you feel like you are an intruder and not a customer. Then the wait time increases, because they have all entered all at once, and forced the staff to hurry. So what would have normally taken five minutes to prep and get ready was now more than a half-hour. Then they begin to question why you are still there as if you are doing it on purpose. They act belligerently and give you this body-language. "Get out of here!"
This time I politely answered, "I am waiting for an order" so as to relieve the tension for the staff at the counter so they would not feel the need to intervene on my behalf. I decided to finally sit by a man who dressed or appeared to be Irish.
"Last time, I waited at least 45 minutes."
We started a discussion about 7UP, because he didn't know if it was a new drink. I told him that it was very popular in the Seventies. It just hasn't been advertised as much as other soft drinks.
The gal at the counter was interesting to talk to. I inquired if she was new, because I had not seen her before. She had a very sweet disposition and dressed with stylish accessories. I told her she had an interesting style while she thanked me. I was asking if she knew of a local Spanish designer when everyone rushed in.
So I wrote down the website for her and retreated to waiting.
Yesterday, I left around 2:00pm and made it back close at approximately 3:30pm.
The bathtub was full of water, so I wondered about that. No groceries seemed to be missing.
The people who show up even when I time my entrances at quiet moments always seem to lengthen the entire experience. If the people don't create it, then it's the phone calls. The place starts to ring off the hook.
I don't know about the way this works. It reeks of "free-loaders" or people who seem to want to be irate to you and work you up into some frenzied mood, so that you look like the troublemaker and not they themselves.
I don't remember Americans acting in such inappropriate low-class manners.
Perhaps, they are an alien race who moved in recently and are simulating American
accents or behavior?
Then again, I forget that I used to live in the suburbs and not the city.
How can they all be so poor, or even act so poor? And they manifest the demeanor
of an eeyore. I did like him in the book, but people don't make good, sad, little donkeys with the stuffing becoming jello in them. They all look like they want to be carted off to some charity house or half-way home. I feel a little compassion, but then they act so belligerantly, forcing you to take cover from the verbal darts that assail you, and you feel that if you defended yourself, they will attack you.
I think we have too many Democrats in this town. They seem to function as bullies of some sort. I have had experiences like this in Evanston, a northern suburb, and in a local church where they invited you to lunch and then expected you to pay for their breakfast, lunch, and dinner. That was in the nineties when I was barely making enough to cover my rent.
They are always watching my money and observing what I do with it. That is symbolic of the school cafeterias where bullies always belabor you for your lunch money.
I don't think Republicans do this.
How sad!
I hope we are not going socialist or communist or something.
And the participants are all bullies!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bully Culture!
Of course, it is prevalent in high school and in some cases, in grade school.
Most bullies are insecure, and they come from insecure environments, where they have had no support in the form of kindness. In the stage when kids are trying to exercise self-determination and independence from their parents and are gravitating toward their peers, some bullies start to appear. This behavioris reinforced by others of the same situations, and then cliques are born.
Some authors study this and write books about this.
REVIVING OPHELIA
QUEEN BEES & WANNABEES
ASHLEY
Those books seemed to help me immensely when I was undergoing the antics of bullies.
Most were people of an urban or illiterate environment. They did not know how to interact with women or they associated you with your friends. I stood up always for the rejected and bullied. So I was seen as "uncool." My real friends who ended up in leadership always stuck by my side and never let me down. I also had great interactions with afterschool staff and looked up to them for advice or friendly conversation. So I was always able to escape bullying by surrounding myself in different scenarios.
In this town, it is difficult to find friends, because the bullies outnumber the friends. A mom and I had a discussion about this recently. She and her daughter are being bullied daily, and someone is tampering with their door on a daily basis in the building where they reside. The ones who perpetrate this crime of bullying are getting away with it, because people don't want a sense of belonging, and they don't want you to feel as if you belong, and they don't consider bullying a serious issue.
It is a very uneducated culture, not one that is kind or respectful of newcomers. The behavior is all of bullying and thieving.
It is not a classy environment, and the ironic fact is that it is supposed to be.
I am thinking about the Irish gal that they claim hung herself.
I wonder if a stronger support system or more of a supportive culture could have intervened on her behalf. Agencies don't know how to be supportive in the right manner. They don't really resolve matters for a problem. Something is not connecting, or else things would be sane. They go through the motions or try something that simply is not working.
A strong, authoritarian hand is needed in some matters, and a gentler hand in some other cases. People just are not discriminating about when to exercise either.
I feel like writing to Mother England and saying what's going on here.
I am being facetious, of course, but sometimes I wonder why we are not holding our own when these bullies are gaining free passage in all arenas of life and even
out on the street.
Sigh...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For A Girl
Who Gave Up
I am missing you,
missing things
like you used to do
you want to evaporate
and be a frozen flower
asleep in the snow
I am missing you,
not missing the kindness
gifted to us before
innocence turned into
a stalwart soldier
always ready to go to war
I cry as you hand
over your life
to unseen forces
to sadness and despair
to uninspired lands
and to no one
once we were invincible
smarting from pain
and beginning again
even when fresh scabs
still stung
i wish for your endurance
again to face life
and what it challenges
you to do -
own yourself
once again
I think of lonely days, lonely people, and things that are being taken away.
I think that if we can hold on to courage and hope again, things will change for the better.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMppT0MdWMg
There is another song with the words that say, "things are going to change for the better," instead of a super-imposed change that is really not doing anything at all.
When I find it, I will post it here.
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