What does your ideal home look like?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
Not exactly, but something like this since we dreaming and all
Something like this…
Author: Mangus Khan
Khan’s Records & Tapes
What alternative career paths have you considered or are interested in?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I’m satisfied with the career path I chose. Could I have done something different? Definitely! However, the goal was to provide for my family, and I did that. So, in this regard, I’m good. I have always wanted to write, and I’m a writer. I wanted to make a difference or do something that mattered. I was a soldier. The best job ever is being a parent. It doesn’t get any better than that for me.
I’ve retired young, so I could return to work once my health improves if I want. The question is, what would I do? It would be something I enjoy, something that brings joy and meaning to my life and others.
I could play Watermelon Man or Blinded by the Light and get a second. It would be expected, even appreciated.
Here’s a sample of the stuff that would be playing over the loudspeakers …
Mixed Music Bag – Week 44
TUNAGE – MINI BIO – MMB
One of the things I enjoy the most about listening to music is finding artists who aren’t part of mainstream popularity. It’s rewarding to watch your discovery become super famous, but sometimes, you want to stay small. It’s having your own secret band in your back pocket. Tenpenny Joke is such a band.
Tenpenny Joke was an Australian rock band from Melbourne’s Mornington Peninsula in 1997. They made their mark in the melodic rock scene.
Musical Journey
The band achieved a significant milestone in 2004 when they signed with Shock Records/Sing Sing Productions. Their debut album, “Ambush on All Sides,” was released in 2005. It was produced by Matt Voigt, known for his work with The Living End, Kiss, and Aaliyah.
Band Lineup
- Craig “Boz” Boswell – drums
- Anthony Casey – vocals
- Peter Coon – guitars
- Tim Kill – bass guitar
- Brian Rimmer – vocals and guitar
Musical Style and Impact
Their sound was primarily melodic rock, incorporating progressive and alternative elements. The band gained international recognition, receiving airplay across multiple countries, including the US, UK, Europe, New Zealand, and Asia. They were particularly successful in Japan, where their track “Across The Ocean” became highly requested on Yellowbeat radio.
Notable Works
Ambush on All Sides” (2005) – Full-length album
- Notable Tracks
- Across the Ocean – An excellent track showcasing the band’s classic rock influences
- “Evil Things” – A light-hearted composition that highlights their musical range
- My Favorites
- Black Satellite
- Emergency
Mixed Music Bag – Week 45
TUNAGE – MINI BIO – MMB
Since I’ve been talking about 80s music lately, I figured I would list a rarely known band from that period.
Vandenberg is a Dutch-American hard rock band formed in 1981 in Amsterdam by guitarist Adrian “Adje” van den Berg. The band achieved international success in the 1980s before their guitarist joined Whitesnake and later experienced a revival in recent years.
Notable Achievements
The band’s breakthrough came with their debut album, recorded at Jimmy Page’s studio. This album spawned their biggest hit, “Burning Heart,” which reached #39 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100. The band toured extensively as opening acts for major artists like Ozzy Osbourne and KISS.
Notable Songs
- “Burning Heart” – Their most successful single
- “Different Worlds” – Second major hit from their album “Heading for a Storm”
- “Thunder And Lightning” – From their 2023 album “Sin”
- “House On Fire” – Recent single featuring new vocalist Mats Levén
The original 1981 lineup of Vandenberg consisted of:
- Adrian Vandenberg (guitar)
- Bert Heerink (vocals)
- Dick Kemper (bass)
- Jos Zoomer (drums)
Recent Activity
After a long hiatus, Vandenberg returned in 2020 with a new lineup and released their comeback album “2020”. In 2023, they released their latest album, “Sin,” featuring vocalist Mats Levén, drummer Koen Herfst, and bassist Randy van der Elsen.
I’m a Night Owl … by G-d
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I used to have a bedtime that I fought tooth and nail. I couldn’t wait until I became an adult to do what I wanted. You know, to stay up until the roosters crow and all that. Then, I got a job where four hours of sleep was a luxury. I spent most of my time working through the night. I’d pass out when the dawn came. Things seemed to be quieter in the daytime. Well, at least until after morning coffee. I’ve been wired that way for so long that it’s hard to be any other way.
Now that I’m older, I enjoy the stillness of the night. It is so peaceful and quiet. I can get a lot done during this time.
Late Night Grooves #125
Last night, we discussed silly songs from the 80s. We find several of these songs silly today, but back then, we sang them with all our hearts. When we hear them today, we smile about the memories and laugh at their ridiculousness. So, tonight I like to continue with what I started the week.
Here’s The Knack, with My Sharona
One Word Sunday – Aged
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – OWS
Late Night Grooves #124
It’s been a while since I posted anything in this category. It feels good to be back. I read earlier today that someone posted about Dexy’s Midnight Runners. I had a hard flashback to that period and its music, so I took a look back into the past to see some of the songs that were released during that time.
Honesty and integrity
What principles define how you live?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I spent most of my developing a simple code to live by. Though there are several aspects and layers concerning the code I developed, it boils down to these two variables. I live by two main principles; honesty and Integrity. It’s just that simple.
Reading That Shaped My World
List three books that have had an impact on you. Why?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
- The Green Mile – To be haunted by the actions of your past. To see everything you know and love die. To be left on this earth and witness their demise. One realizes the dead were the lucky ones. To feel the blessing of a long life is a curse. Perhaps, a punishment for a hideous act.
- Invisible Man – In this novel, we follow the actions of an unnamed protagonist living in a society that chooses not to recognize him as a man. The winner of the National Book Award in 1953, this novel should depict an outdated social construct, but it doesn’t, sadly.
- 11/22/63 – This book addresses something we all may have wanted to do from time to time. A chance to go back in time and change something we have done. However, the most powerful part for me, was how it laid out the hazards of time travel. I will continue working on the time machine in my basement.
You’re Kidding, right?
Do you trust your instincts?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
If you can’t trust yourself, who can you trust? This is the question that comes to mind when I read this prompt. With the social climate of the last few decades, many have made fortunes in the “Doubt” business. I talked to one of these individuals once, and when I questioned their motives, I quickly became a nonbeliever and radiated large amounts of negative energy. I looked around to see if they had some device that measured energy levels. I was asked to leave when I asked them to present this device. I’m still sad about the event, not at all.
My intuition has saved my butt more times than I can count. So, I trust it. However, I must admit there have been times it has stirred me wrong, mainly partly due to my lack of knowledge of the situation. The other part was the person in charge of the situation seemed shady. I don’t do shady people, as a general rule. However, sometimes they can be rather useful. In cases like these, I adjust the settings on my shade – meter. Overexposure can be harmful, and it takes a while to recover from its effects.
Believing in yourself or trusting yourself are useful tools in building self-reliance, developing personal growth, and strengthening one’s emotional intelligence. I’ve heard people mock the use of gut feelings and demand the use of actual data or science. This is funny because when people use their gut feelings, they combine their knowledge, experiences, and science. Yep, I said science. The issue resides in people’s inability to articulate why they feel a particular way. So, continue trusting your instincts.
Let me provide an example; my editor can read something of mine and say something like this.
“I don’t like it. Don’t ask me why, but there’s something not right.”
When we first started working together, this was some frustrating shit. However, I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut and listen over the years. More times than not, there’s, sure enough, something jacked in my draft.
Smart people say gut feelings are like using a muscle; the more you use it, the stronger it becomes. They recommend continuing to gain knowledge and experience and living life. So, believe and trust yourself; you may very be justified in having pause. So, when someone asks me whether or not I trust my gut. My response is always:
“You’re Kidding, Right?”
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ART – AI GENERATED IMAGE – COLOR
My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.
Pangs of Madness
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – FICTION
I love the fall; the colors are just as magical as spring. There is beauty in every season if you open your mind to see it. The color resided in the fact that it had the ability to make forget about the madness in the world—the madness that had the potential to destroy every fiber of decency that remained. So, we needed moments like these, moments where the fiery red of the leaves blended with the purplish hues of the space between that made the white of the snow-covered ground have a bluish tint. Moments of otherness.
I stood with an unlit straight hanging from my lips. The temperature dropped enough that you could see your breath. Winter was around the corner. Soon, Winter’s talons would be crawling at your skin. There have been more and more days like these lately. Another horrid crime scene was behind me. An example of the madness this beautiful scene would help me escape, even if it’s just for a little while. I could hear the crunch of footsteps against the snow and turned to see Lt. Rawlins.
Lieutenant Benjamin Rawlins stepped up next to me and stood silently. He wore an expressionless face—the look I was used to seeing. At the last crime scene, he was a pot of emotions on the verge of boiling over. He chewed on the end of his signature cigar. He always smoked the cheap ones. His wife said the good ones were too expensive to be chewed on. An expression that told me he was feeling exactly what I was feeling. We have both been doing this long enough where words weren’t necessary.
“There’s nothing like the fall colors right before winter,” Rawlins remarked as he spit out the chewed-up portion of his cigar. It looked like he would be needing a fresh one before long. I nodded in agreement.
“You gonna get this __” Rawlins broke off due to his promise to his wife when the first grandchild arrived. I stared at him, and he met my gaze. I nodded.
“Before Christmas? I don’t want the city to be in unrest during the season.” Rawlins remarked. Lists of children naughty and nice, letters to Santa, and horrible, well-intended Christmas gifts always gave me a warm fuzzy. Yet, you couldn’t ignore the magical elements of the holiday. So many people were absolutely impossible for most of the year, but they became something else during this season. Only a few weeks later, they seemed to forget the promise of hope and return to the drudgery. It’s disheartening and sad.
I shrugged and lit my cigarette. I took a deep drag, exhaled, and said, “Patience, Boss.” Rawlins stopped chewing, and I felt his gaze. His face reddened with rage, not at me, but at the idea, someone was in his city doing these hideous acts. He swallowed it, but not before he chucked away the remainder of his cigar in frustration.
“Detective Casey,” he began in that low growl graded against my soul. I reached out and gripped his shoulder, “Patience, Boss. We’ll get him, I promise.” Rawlins nodded and walked away. I watched him get into his sedan and leave. I knew better than to make promises in cases like these. It was possible we would catch a break and catch the killer, but it was more likely that we wouldn’t even come close to apprehending the killer. It was the pang of madness.
Authors Note:
I’ve been participating in this year’s NaNoWriMo, so I haven’t been active on WordPress as usual. Yesterday, I completed the word count requirements, but they’re far from complete, so I decided to take a break and read some challenges. It’s always fun participating. While reading today, I noticed a few that caught my eye.
I used the following prompt to draft the opening sequence of the chapter of my ongoing work.
Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Otherness and the enchanting image provided the imagery in the opening paragraph. It helped me add a bit of beauty to the gritty, grimy story I’ve been working on this month. Thanks, Eugi!
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Chew, Patience, and Shallow provided depth in the character interactions. Thanks Guys!
Esther’s Writing Prompts – Adding a pleasant element to my grisly tale. Thank you!
Macro Monday – 11252024
ART – AI GENERATED IMAGE – MACRO
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ART – AI GENERATED ANIMATION
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ART – AI GENERATED IMAGES – ANIMATION
Today, we doing something a little different. I’ll be using animation to display artwork today
My Virtual Zoo
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I’ve loved animals all my life and had some wonderful times with them, as well as a few close calls with them. Now that I’m older, the type of animals I enjoy is small, but not as small as I would like. Still, I find myself fascinated by their power, grace, and awesomeness.
Here is some of the artwork of my favorites:
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The Coffee List
Daily writing prompt
If you could meet a historical figure, who would it be and why?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
When I was younger, I made two lists. One was famous people I would have a conversation with over a cup of coffee. The other list of historical people that I thought needed to be throat punched. Now, my wife wasn’t a fan of either list. In fact, every time she caught me making an entry, she gave me something to do. Sighs, the misplaced passion of youth. Where would we be without it?
As a track & field athlete, this photo meant a great deal to me.
The establishment of my era still turned their noses up each time they saw this photo. This photo and others were considered taboo, or if I use the phrase I heard the most, they were “troublemakers.” Martin Luther King, Jesus, or “The Last Supper” in most of my friends’ homes. However, I spent most of my time reading about people who stood against injustice. This was the beginning of the coffee list.
Recently, I had the pleasure of rehashing the glory days with some old friends. The above came up. We all were athletes, and it was important to us. However, I didn’t care much for it, but I understood its significance in the movement. We discussed the civil rights movement at length that day, even though none of us were alive to participate during critical periods. We talked about what we were doing to fulfill MLK’s dream. We questioned whether how our sacrifices would benefit our children and grandchildren. As you can imagine, this was a very long conversation and was getting heavier by the second. So, I decided to lighten the mood.
I held up my phone with the above photo and asked, “Who’s the white guy?” None of us knew, but of course, we had the guy that sputters
“Oh man, I can’t remember his name…Damn!”
We have two of these individuals in our group, and they take turns uttering that phrase. Once, I wanted to see which one said it the most. After several months of observing, it was a tie, and I figured the game was rigged just to skew my data. Yes, I’m the guy who always gathers data.
Well, the gentleman’s name was Peter Norman. Here are a few facts about him.
Peter George Norman was an Australian track athlete born in Melbourne, Australia, on June 15, 1942. He grew up in a devout Salvation Army family and worked as an apprentice butcher before becoming a physical education teacher.
Norman’s athletic career began when he joined the Melbourne Harriers, and he won his first major title, the Victoria junior 200m championship, in 1960. He excelled in sprinting, becoming a five-time national 200-meter champion and representing Australia at the 1966 Commonwealth Games in Jamaica, where he won bronze medals in the 220-yard and 4×110-yard relay.
The defining moment of Norman’s career came at the 1968 Summer Olympics in Mexico City. In the 200-metre final, he stunned everyone by claiming the silver medal with a personal best time of 20.06 seconds, setting an Oceanic record that still stands today. However, the events that followed on the medal podium would forever change Norman’s life and cement his place in history.
As Norman stood on the podium alongside gold medalist Tommie Smith and bronze medalist John Carlos, the two American athletes raised their black-gloved fists in a Black Power salute while playing the U.S. national anthem. This powerful gesture was intended to highlight systemic segregation and racism in the United States. Though not raising his fist, Norman chose to stand in solidarity with Smith and Carlos by wearing an Olympic Project for Human Rights badge on his jacket.
Norman’s decision to support the protest was not without consequences. Upon returning to Australia, he faced unofficial sanctions and was ridiculed as the “forgotten man” of the Black Power salute. Despite qualifying for the 1972 Munich Olympics, Norman was not selected to represent Australia and never competed in the Olympics again.
Throughout his life, Norman remained committed to his beliefs in human rights and never regretted his actions on the podium. He continued to be involved in athletics administration and Olympic fundraising and even worked on organizing the 2000 Sydney Olympics.
Norman passed away on October 3, 2006, at the age of 64, due to a heart attack. In a poignant tribute, Smith and Carlos served as pallbearers at his funeral.
In the years following his death, Norman’s role in the historic protest has gained increased recognition. In 2012, the Australian Parliament formally apologized for the treatment he received after the 1968 Olympics. In 2019, a statue of Norman was unveiled in Albert Park, Melbourne, honoring his athletic achievements and his stand for human rights.
Peter Norman’s legacy extends far beyond his athletic accomplishments. His courageous decision to stand in solidarity with Smith and Carlos during a pivotal moment in the civil rights movement demonstrates the power of allyship and the importance of standing up for one’s beliefs, even in the face of adversity. Norman’s story serves as a reminder that sometimes, the most significant acts of bravery occur not in the spotlight but in quiet moments of support and solidarity.
After reading articles about Mr. Norman, I wondered how I missed him. Better yet, why was his namen’t mentioned like everyone else’s? At any rate, Peter Norman makes The Coffee List.
Wordless Wednesday – 11202024
ART – AI GENERATED IMAGE – COLOR
My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.
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ART – AI GENERATED IMAGE – SKETCH
Dancing in the Dark
POETRY – RELEASING
My camel smolders between my index and forefingers
I drink the last drop of Guinness. I close my eyes as its taste lingers.
I order another, drinking it down, trying to drown my despair.
However, it takes me nowhere.
I stand up, trying my best to be cool.
I swagger across the floor, looking like a complete fool.
I cross the room, grabbing anything necessary
Stopping when I needed to be stationary
Finally, I reach the glow of the box.
I hold it while my eyes slowly focus.
I look for anything that rocks.
I dig in my pocket and fish for some quarters
while I try desperately to complete my order.
I drop the coin in their slot,
Clickity,
Clickity,
Clack
metallic splash
the coins reach their new home.
I weave from side to side, waiting for the sounds of madness
The guitar plays a power chord through my soul.
My arms outstretched, and my fingers pop.
My head and hips sway to the rhythm of its melody.
Two steps forward, three steps back.
My eyes squeezed tight as the sound soothed me just right.
I danced by myself in the dark and didn’t give it another thought.
Thank you for readng
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The Outer Office
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
My favorite spot in my city is the park. It serves as my outer office. I’ve worked on countless stories and come up with just as many ideas. I sit and watch the things that happen in the park. Some days, I break out my camera and take pictures of the things around me. Some of these photos aren’t of anything special, but for some reason, they evoke a thought or conjure an idea. On other days, I sit and allow nature to cleanse my soul. A reboot, if you will. There are numerous parks in my area. All of them offer something different. So, I never run out of inspiration.
Mama’s Boy
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
As a young man, I had this insane desire to be liked. I wanted to be considered cool and all that. Then, one day, something peculiar happened. I stopped giving a s**t about what people thought of me and focused on becoming the person I was destined to be. Of course, I didn’t have any philosophical phrasing back then, but the sentiment and emotion driving it remain true. However, despite my severe lack of interest in what others thought of me, something kept me in line. I needed to be a son my Mom could be proud of. I never wanted to let her down. She made far too many sacrifices to be a disappointment to her. So, most of the decisions I have made in life. I keep in mind what my mom would say about this. Make no mistake, I’m my own man; Mom raised me that way. But I use her example as a guide.
My Favorite Pastime
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I always read several books at once. I’ve never been able to keep my focus on one book for any length of time. To help with this, I usually do some research on a particular subject to give my mind a rest. As I research, I usually read several books on the subject I’m studying. Despite this, I still have trouble slowing my mind down enough to enjoy a single. On the rare this occurs, I typically read the book a second time as a writer to see what the writer did to capture my attention.
Here is my current reading list for pleasure:
- Duma Key by Stephen King – I’m a sucker for magical realism
- Inferno by Dan Brown – I enjoy a bit of historical fiction wrapped in conspiracy from time to time.
- Strega by Andrew Vachss – No one does gritty crime fiction better than Vachss. James Ellroy comes close, but not entirely.
Home on the Range
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
The last time, I answered this question, I think I went on about the places I wouldn’t live for one reason or another. However, this year I figured I would take the time to figure out the places I would like to visit now that I’m retired.
First, I would like to go to France, for a about a month visiting all the places some of my favorite writers lived or frequented. Also, I would like to find my own spot there I could regularly or at least once a year. Secondly, I love to spend some time in the Pacific Northwest. I spent some time out there earlier in my life and loved it.
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ART – AI GENERATED IMAGE – COLOR
My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.
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Rabbit’s Foot – Are they really lucky?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
My Mom had transferred me to a new school. Not only was I the new kid, but I was also the only Black kid, so things were immediately interesting. The world wasn’t as inclusive then as it is now. Despite these challenges, I made a friend. Most of the children were polite, but this guy was my friend for a while. We’d play after school, shooting baskets, skipping rocks, etc. Well, one day, we found a rabbit’s foot. It was exciting and all that, but I quickly forgot about it.
A few years ago, one of the girls from that school reached out on one of the socials. Once she discovered me, she broadcast to the rest of the class. So, my friend contacted me. He sent me a picture of that same rabbit’s foot we found over 40 years old. That picture officially made that rabbit’s foot cool. This story may not be the coolest thing I have found, but it makes me smile every time I think about it. Our lives are made up of tiny moments like these, and we should cherish them.
Walk, Don’t walk
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I grew up during a time when parents seemed to be allergic to giving their children rides anywhere. Our main modes of transportation were riding your bike, public transportation, and the infamous walking. Walking wasn’t a form of exercise in those days it was a necessity. So, we, got a good laugh when the trend “Power Walking” emerged. It went right along with Jazzercise, step – something, and who could forget Tae-Bo. Here’s an example of power walking from the famous, but hilarious film, Doctor Detroit (1983).
I was a track athlete in those and remember walking home from practice or walking to just about everything I wanted to do. Portable cassette players had emerged so we would listen to our favorite while numerous treks. And wouldn’t you know once I joined the military, we something called road marches, so my walking days were far from over.
What I have always enjoyed about walking to provides me chance to clear my head without over exerting myself like when running. Running there was a target heart rate, distance, and time goals set. With walking it was just walking. I still enjoy walking today. I never was a fast walker, unless I was road marching where we would 12 miles in a few hours. I enjoy leisurely walk that I vary speeds and tempo.
Here are a few of favorite songs about walking.
I’ve always liked the groove of this Nancy Sinatra classic. Every time I listen to it, I rock back and forth.
However, my all-time favorite song about walking is by Prince & the NPG. Here that track …
Everything … most things
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I can’t imagine life without some sort of pet. I didn’t always have them, but once I got one, I was hooked. Now, I’m unlike some other pet owners I know. I’m talking about the ones who buy strollers and cute sweaters. There is no judgment here. I’ve also been known to spoil my pets, but my spoiling consists of ridiculous amounts of food that is most likely not very healthy.
I’ve been primarily a dog owner for most of my life, but it’s been all about the cats lately. As a cat dad, I have never had a pet before. Like dogs, they each have their own personality, and getting to know them is a treat. I’ve found that some cats act like dogs and follow you around as you walk through the house while they look at you crazy. I enjoy watching them sit and talk smack to me, like I speak cat or something. My first hid somewhere in the house for two weeks, until one day, she decided to jump on my lap without any warning.
She crossed the “Rainbow Bridge” a few months back, and it was severely difficult to deal with. I lost two cats that week, and I thought I wouldn’t be able to have another pet. I remember this pain from the first I lost one of my Rotties. I didn’t think I would be affected, but I was wrong. Soph and Ajna were rescues. Soph’s original mom passed, and Ajna’s mom couldn’t keep her anymore. So they didn’t get along, but they kept it civil. I think it was primarily for my benefit, and I thank them.
I have a new fuzzball named Guppy. She is another rescue, but she is completely different from others. She sleeps on one of my printers and talks smacks on the regular. It cracks me up. I was supposed to have rescued them, but in truth, they rescued me. So, I think everything is awesome about having a pet, but when they cross the “Rainbow Bridge, ” that blows!
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CHALLENGE RESPONSE – SHARE YOUR WORLD
I’ve always liked this challenge but haven’t participated in it in a while.
1. If reincarnation exists, would you like to come back as a domestic pet or a wild animal? I don’t think reincarnation works this way, but it would be cool if it did. However, I can’t decide which one. As domestic pet life is sweet, just ask my cat. Yet, as a wild animal, all that power and freedom.
2. Do you think Zoos are a good idea? As a child, the zoo was within walking distance and free. I spent time watching the wild cats and the monkeys, so I loved them. However, now I don’t feel the same way. I can’t stand watching them in that environment, none of them. I think all species should be free in their own habitat.
3. Have you ever been to a safari park? Nope, never wanted to go. I’ve seen my share of wild animals. Sometimes, I was freaked out. They look smaller on television and in magazines. I know this example isn’t a safari, but watching wild mustangs run wild was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I considered letting a mountain lion eat my little brother once, but I figured I would have trouble explaining to his mother how I let this happen to her baby.
4. Have you visited an oceanarium? Once, it was so freaking cool, but I still think about them as I do about zoos. They should be free no matter how cool they are swimming around stuff. Oh my gosh, the dolphins.
The Neighorhood
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – FICTION – FFFC #288
Authors Note:
When I looked at this image, I had no idea what I would do with it. Literally, nothing came to me. So, I read what others had done with it, and still, no joy. I noticed that Melissa had provided a description of the image—something I think she always does. I’ve seen it before, but it made no impact until this challenge.
I took the description and rendered several images from it. Then, I started playing around with the description. All of a sudden, I had a voice. I looked around to see where it was coming from. I thought maybe my iPad was reading a book, or another of my gadgets had decided to push me over the edge. Nothing. Everything was functioning properly, but isn’t that how it works in the movies? Everything is working correctly when you go to check it.
Anyway, I returned to working on the images when I had the voice again, much louder this time. The voice was telling a story about his friend after his mother’s funeral. Then, I realized I wasn’t losing my mind, but a character was speaking to me. I’ve no clue where he’s going with his story or why he decided to tell me. It doesn’t even have a name. It has been a long time since I had a new character shown up. If I’d known, I would have tidied up a bit.
The Neighborhood
It was a lovely service; Mrs. Byrne would have been proud. No one liked to attend funerals, but they appreciated them being done correctly. Over the years, I remember her mentioning bits of this and that she saw at the different services. She mentioned some more than once, so I added everyone we could remember in her service. Her daughter Ivy had been my best friend since I showed up in the neighborhood at five years old.
My older brother Sean and I moved into the neighborhood after cancer had taken our Mom. Cancer is cruel, and it took its time taking our Mom. Pop lost his job at the plant because he refused to leave our mother’s side at the end. It took five months to cross the Rainbow Bridge and years to prepare for the journey. Her death broke Pop, but somehow, he pulled it together once we moved to the neighborhood. At least for a little while.
The neighborhood was three miles long and ten blocks deep, filled with Irish Catholics, and our Black faces weren’t exactly welcome. Mr. Flannery was Pop’s best friend, and he convinced a friend of his to rent to us. Pop got a job doing demolition. Pop said he had a lot of anger to work off, so the job was perfect. Sean was a teenager when we moved there and had rougher than I did. He’d come home with bruises most days until one day, he didn’t.
I played in the yard by myself most of the time until a red-haired girl with pigtails stood there looking at me one day. She didn’t say a word.
“There are swings a couple of blocks from here,” she said. I stared at her, knowing I couldn’t leave the yard. Yet, something this girl made me want to risk a trashing.
She continued to stare momentarily, then started walking away. I went to the fence and watched her. She turned and looked back, then stopped.
“You coming?” ” You aren’t a pansy, are you?” she asked. In seconds, I was walking next to her. We talked all the way to the park about the usual stuff. She told me Spider-Man was the best superhero ever, and Wonder Woman was a close second. I knew she was crazy because it was Batman, then the Green Arrow.
We played all day, swinging and climbing trees. She fell out of the tree and skinned her elbow. I leaned and kissed it. It was something my mother did when I got a boo-boo. Ivy punched me in the arm.
“You ought to know a girl’s name before you go kissing on her.” she said, smiling. She had one of her front teeth missing, but that stopped that smile one bit.
“I’m Ivy, Ivy Bryne,” she said, sticking out her hand.
“Frank Anders,” I said, shaking her hand. I gave her a soft handshake because she was a girl and punched me again.
“My dad, you give a person a firm handshake. Try it again,” she said, sitting her hand back out. I gave her a proper handshake and went back to swinging. I saw Sean coming over the crest of the hill, and he didn’t look pleased. Ivy and I met him before he got to the swings.
“See you tomorrow, Frankie,” she said and ran off.
I was standing in the garage smoking a cigarette pacing back and forth when I heard Ivy come in. She always walks hard in her heels. I don’t think she’s taking a graceful step in heels since I’ve know her. Most of the time, she could be found sporting a pair of sandals or sneakers when the weather bad.
“Did you know, Mom was into photography?” Ivy asked, before I could respond she launched into the next question typically Ivy. It always seemed like she wasn’t interested in your response, just your attention. You were to listen until there was break which usually meant your response was required, but sometimes you missed the opening that prompted, “Hello, earth to Frankie! Aren’t you listening to me?” I’ve gotten better over the years catching my cues and today was no different.
Ivy was going around this new discovery about her mother when a few photos fell out of the binder she holding. One was a picture of a crane with it’s beak pointing skyward and the other was a picture of a eagle with a mountain landscape in the background. Wonderful shots I thought. Mrs. B had really found her thing. She had confided, years ago, that felt she had lost a portion of herself being a mother. She had no regrets raising her children, but she should have carved out more time for herself.
The binder slammed Ivy was biting her bottom lip trying to hold back the tears. I didn’t understand why. If these was a time to cry, this was it. However, Ivy never wanted to be considered a punk and she wasn’t by far the toughest person I knew. Tears streamed from her reddened swollen eyes. There emerald hue seemed to sparkle in the light. Yet, she held back the wail. I always loved those eyes. She rushed towards me burying her head in my chest.
The muffled banshee cry grew louder by the second. The harder she wailed, the tighter she squeezed.
“It’s alright, baby. Let it go,” I whispered
Podcasts aren’t my thang
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
Listening to podcasts, really isn’t my thang. I suppose I missed the movement. However, I have spent a considerable amount of time on internet radio. I was even a host for a number of years. I unsure if internet radio has been rebranded to podcasts, if so, cool, if not okay. I have listened to a few but are mainly podcasts done by people I interact with either in person or here on WordPress. When I have listened to podcasts they deal with following subjects.
- Writing
- Music
- Film
I have noticed that are a few podcasts dealing with AI and other technology subjects that look interesting. I realize that a bit old fashioned on how I absorb information, but its worked for several decades. I’m not above making changes, it just takes a bit to warm up to the idea. I get my history, philosophy, and psychology fixes from books and articles. In the last decade or so, I’ve developed a liking for audiobooks. They provide the ability to move around while my brain is still being stimulated.
REBLOG: Funny Sign
Daily Doodle – 11092024
Believing in Myself
What have you been putting off doing? Why?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
Somewhere along the way, I forgot how to do it. It’s strange actually. I can’t recall the precise moment when it happened. It’s like it stolen in the night by some silent rogue. Perhaps, I was victim of an assassin. Not the way we usually view, but the way that makes you experience the thing worse than death. It funny because that fate is different for everyone.
One would think that now I realize what has happened it would be easily reobtained. For me, this doesn’t seem to be the case. It’s like it been put into my special hiding place. The place where I put the things I want to keep safe. I stand at the door looking the room where it should be, but I can’t remember where it is in that room.
I know with patience I discover all the things within this room. It’s secrets, its treasures, and it’s grace by believing in myself.
Snow Days
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I’m sure the first time I answered this question, I probably attempted to say something clever or mildly entertaining. Honestly, I can’t even remember. The school was fine, and I liked the subject well enough. As far as my favorite subject, it probably has something to do with english or history.
The thing I remember most, perhaps for a time the only thing that mattered, were snow days. Winters were winters back then, snow covered every surface. A cold, wet beauty for all to wonder. Our parents dressed us in snowsuits to keep warm. They weren’t worried about fashion or any of that garbage. Our gloves were tied to a string which fed through the arms of our snowsuits. They did this so we wouldn’t lose our gloves or mittens. Our snowsuits were are our armor and we were knights ready for battle.
We were architects, engineers, athletes, and anything we wanted to be. We would spend all day waiting by the radio announcement declaring school was closed. Once we had it, we’d bolt outside and begin building forts and stockpiling snowballs. Within hours, we had everything ready for the battle. We knew only had one day. There were rarely two snow days in a row. The battle would ensue. For the next few hours we battled until our tiny bodies gave out.
We heard our mother’s calling us back inside before we got frostbite or catch your death. They would unthaw us with hot cocoa. I remember so days we got fancy and added marshmellows. Yes, I said add them we didn’t have fancy premade packets. Our mothers made the hot cocoa on the stive and we waited patiencly for each cup. Our wet snowsuits would lay on the back of the chairs. Small puddles forming on the floor. Our boots stuffed with newspaper, because the newspaper absorbs the water out of our boots.
Small Scene Addiction
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
Several years ago, I posted the following somewhere on one of my socials.
“Curb your addiction; Netflix is not a lifestyle.”
I said this because, at the time, Netflix was the hottest new thing. I believe we should read and spend with our families instead of having faces glued to a screen. It remains my opinion on the matter. However, the current trends and versatility of mobile devices aren’t lost on me. I read the other day and posted on this blog every day for over six months. Looking back at that period, I realize it was done using one of my mobile devices.
My preferences are my desktop for any major creative endeavor, such as video or photo editing, and my laptop when I’m writing fiction. One can’t go anywhere without observing someone lost on their screens. I suppose it is the way of the world, as they say. However, I was amazed when I discovered that someone studied this behavior and named it. It’s called Small Screen Addiction.
Here are the particulars:
Understanding Small Screen Addiction
Overview of the Issue:
Small screen addiction, often referred to as screen dependency disorder, is a growing concern among children and adolescents. This phenomenon encompasses excessive use of devices such as smartphones, tablets, and computers, leading to compulsive behaviors that can negatively impact mental and physical health. As technology becomes increasingly integrated into daily life, understanding the implications of screen addiction is crucial for parents, educators, and health professionals.
Extent of Screen Addiction:
Research indicates that a significant number of young people exhibit signs of screen addiction. A 2021 survey by Common Sense Media revealed that 75% of teenagers felt compelled to respond immediately to notifications, while another study found that teens checked their smartphones a median of 51 times per day. Symptoms of screen addiction include preoccupation with screens, withdrawal symptoms when not using devices, and a loss of interest in activities previously enjoyed. The American Academy of Pediatrics has raised alarms about the detrimental effects of excessive screen time on children’s development and well-being.
Mental and Physical Health Consequences:
The consequences of small screen addiction are multifaceted. Physically, children may experience issues such as insomnia, back pain, vision problems, and headaches due to prolonged screen exposure. Psychologically, increased screen time is linked to higher rates of anxiety, depression, and social isolation. Studies have shown that children who spend excessive time gaming or on social media are at greater risk for mental health issues. Furthermore, the addictive nature of screens can disrupt normal brain development in children, affecting areas responsible for impulse control and empathy.
Behavioral Indicators:
Parents and guardians should be vigilant for signs that may indicate a child is struggling with screen addiction. Key indicators include:
- Preoccupation with screens: Constantly thinking about or planning to use devices.
- Withdrawal symptoms: Experiencing irritability or anxiety when unable to access screens.
- Loss of interest in other activities: Neglecting hobbies or interests that do not involve screens.
- Aggressive behavior: Increased irritability or aggression when screen time is limited.
Strategies for MitigationTo combat small screen addiction, experts recommend several strategies:
- Establish Screen Time Limits: Setting clear boundaries on daily screen usage can help manage exposure.
- Encourage Alternative Activities: Promoting physical activities or hobbies that do not involve screens can foster healthier habits.
- Model Healthy Behavior: Parents should demonstrate balanced screen use to set a positive example for children.
- Utilize Technology Mindfully: Encourage mindful engagement with technology using apps that track usage and promote breaks.
When reading this information, I was taken back primarily by the initial data focusing on the small-scene addiction effect on children. It makes me want to visit all the grandchildren and snatch their phones away. “Gave a damn book!” I see myself yelling in my rant. Of course, my grandchildren would look at me and wonder what Peepaw was going on as they glanced up from their screens. I’d have no hope of assistance from my children because they would wonder about the recipe, outfit, and lifestyle of a person they haven’t a clue about.
However, this got me wondering about the effects of small-screen addiction in adults. Here’s what I found.
Physical Health Effects
Eye Strain and Vision Problems
- Prolonged screen use can cause digital eye strain, leading to symptoms like dry eyes, blurred vision, and headaches.
- Excessive screen time may increase the risk of myopia (nearsightedness).
Musculoskeletal Issues
- Poor posture from prolonged screen use can result in neck, shoulder, and back pain.
- Repetitive motions can lead to conditions like carpal tunnel syndrome.
Sleep Disruption
- Blue light emitted by screens can interfere with melatonin production, disrupting natural sleep cycles.
- This can lead to insomnia and poor sleep quality.
Sedentary Lifestyle
- Excessive screen time often correlates with reduced physical activity, potentially contributing to obesity and related health issues.
Mental Health Effects
Anxiety and Depression
- Studies have shown a link between excessive screen time and increased risks of anxiety and depression in adults.
Cognitive Changes
- Screen addiction can lead to structural changes in the brain, particularly in the frontal lobe, affecting attention span, decision-making, and emotional control.
Social Isolation
- Excessive screen use can lead to withdrawal from real-world social interactions, potentially causing feelings of loneliness and social isolation.
Stress and Mood Disturbances
- Constant connectivity and information overload can increase stress levels.
- Compulsive checking of devices can lead to mood swings and irritability.
Reduced Productivity
- Screen addiction can interfere with work performance and daily responsibilities.
Attention and Focus Issues
- Frequent multitasking across devices can lead to difficulty maintaining focus and reduced cognitive control.
Other Effects
Dopamine Feedback Loop
- Screen use can activate the brain’s dopamine reward system, creating addictive patterns similar to substance addictions.
Altered Brain Chemistry
- Prolonged screen addiction can potentially alter brain chemistry and structure, affecting areas responsible for cognitive control and emotional regulation.
Well damn! This is the only thing I could say after reading this data. Excuse me while I charge my phone and iPad and process this data.
Wordless Wednesday – 11062024
ART – AI GENERATED IMAGE – COLOR
My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.
If You Have Enough Time? … You do!
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I read this question and wondered what they meant. I’ve said it a thousand times if I’ve said it once.
“I don’t have time”
or
“I need more time.”
In the military, we have said, “We train to standard, not to time.”. One of those really cool sayings doesn’t always apply. However, as I progressed in ranks, I realized that prior planning or proper planning removes most of the anxiety associated with time constraints. We used a system called After Action Reviews (AAR’s) and later became lessons learned. We would evaluate an exercise and make note of things that went well as well as our failures.
The purpose of this action was to devise a plan to achieve a greater degree of success. Ideally, this plan was placed in a binder for review at a later date. The binder also served as a guide in case of a personnel change. The problem with every system isn’t the system itself, although that is sometimes the case. Rather, the lack of personnel utilizing the system results in the utterance of the above-listed questions.
Now, I won’t sit here and say there weren’t instances where we needed to make adjustments on the fly—there were plenty. However, the majority of the situations when we felt a time crunch were due to a lack of planning or learning from previous mistakes. I have developed an expansion of this philosophy as I have aged.
We have the same amount of time today as yesterday and tomorrow. The first time I said this idea about time to someone, I was told that Daylight Saving Time defeats my logic. I laugh because I feel it isn’t true. The key to successful time management is how we utilize the time we have, which is a constant. So, whatever system or techniques you may use, don’t worry about if you have enough time because you do.
Macro Monday – 11042024
PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR
Why would I want to do that?
Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
Fortunately, I’ve reached the age where the heyday has become a part of the conversation. However, with that age, I also have times when talking to the family and other younger people when I have no idea what the hell they are talking about. especially when they tell you a phrase you have been using before they were born, “Doesn’t mean what you think it means,” as if history has been erased. But, to be fair, I often say things where they are completely clueless. One of my last co-workers used to shake, smile, and shake her head like she understood. I confronted her about it after she didn’t do what I asked. Her response, “I’m not going lie, I heard words, but didn’t know what the hell you were talking about.”
Sure, I can remember some amazing moments and horrific ones. These moments shape us into the people we are. So, when it comes to reliving stuff, why would I want to do that?
Weekend Writing Prompt #387
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – WWP
thrills of change scatter plans, reflections of forgotten dreams, in the unexpected wind and rain.
Why Can’t you Answer Questions like a Normal Person?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
Answering this question correctly depends on the definition of artist. Like many Jetpak questions, it fails to be specific. It’s almost like they have a dumb ass question generator or something. However, I like this question well enough to answer with minimal disdain. To do so, I need to provide myself a definition.
noun
- a person who produces paintings or drawings as a profession or hobby.
- Similar: creator originator, designer producer, old master
- A person who practices any of the various creative arts, such as a sculptor, novelist, poet, or filmmaker.
- a person skilled at a particular task or occupation: “a surgeon who is an artist with the scalpel.”
- Similar: expert, master, maestro, past master, adept
- performer, such as a singer, actor, or dancer.
- informal
- a habitual practitioner of a specified reprehensible activity: “a con artist” · “rip-off artist.”
As you may have guessed, I’m in a bit of a mood today, but now I have something to base my answer on. So here goes.
As a writer, my first thoughts about the creative arts are about works of literature. However, this presents an issue for me. I can rattle on for days about different works of literature and their importance without breaking a sweat. But, for the purposes of this post I will discuss some of my favorites.
Novels
- Ralph Ellison
- Gordon Weaver
- Stephen King
Poetry
- Dante Alighieri
- Langston Hughes
- Adrienne Rich
Painting and such
- Francisco Goya
- Sandro Botticelli
- Jean-Michel Basquiat
Photography
- Gordon Parks
- Annie Lieberwitz
- Vivian Maier
Comic and such
- Luis Royo
- Tim Bradstreet
- Al Jaffee
Here is the short list off the top of my head. Looking back over this post, I chuckle a bit because I remember my wife asking me a question after I had answered her questions. Why can’t you answer a question like a normal question?
Weekend Writing Prompt #388
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – WWP
Silence breathed whispers from the shadows, cloaked forgotten secrets slow dance. Memories and promises entwined like lovers, in madness in darkness.
Don’t Be that Guy
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I’ve been told I’m a difficult person. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, and I respect it. However, when it comes to personality traits that are red flags, it depends on the person and the situation. With that, I usually have the following philosophy. Sometimes, they do things that just irk me, and I don’t do irksome. So be genuine. Don’t fake it until you make it. Just be yourself. I can handle everything else. Posers are irksome. Yeah, don’t be that guy!
REBLOG: Top 5 Spooky Haunted Destinations
Halloween is just around the corner, and what better way to get into the spooky spirit than by exploring some of the world’s most haunted …
Top 5 Spooky Haunted Destinations
REBLOG: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm’s
I read this piece last year and enjoyed it immensely. It asked a question that keeps me honest.
Do you need 5 people to love you or 5000 followers?
A poem in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh TàiTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương TrâmPhotography: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm The Strand NYC A poet was taking a …
Do you need 5 people to love you or 5000 followers?
REBLOG: 5 Big Distractions From Writing & How To Beat Them — Ben Starling
Sophia Tallon has published 5 Big Distractions From Writing and How to Beat Them, by Ben Starling at her site. “How do to defeat distractions and stay on top of targets? Some times I don’t. But I’ve found a few plans for conquering my distractions that work well for me most of the time. Perhaps […]
5 Big Distractions From Writing & How To Beat Them — Ben Starling
REBLOG: The Writer’s Path – On The Necessity of Flawed Characters
I reblogged this post last year, and it is still relevant.
On The Necessity of Flawed Characters
I’ve gotten super into podcasts in this past year (file under #latetotheparty). Why? I think I thought they were all nonfictional musings on things. …
On The Necessity of Flawed Characters
Mixed Music Bag and Song Lyric Sunday
TUNAGE ARTICLE
After reading some music posts this morning, I realized I have the opportunity to combine Glyn’s and Jim’s challenges. Let’s get at it…
Here is my response to Glyn’s Mixed Music Bag
In 1998, I was on assignment in Wisconsin, and during my downtime, I attended several music festivals. One night, the fellows and I were captured by a funky bassline. We followed the sound, expecting a black guy jamming on the bass, but that wasn’t what we saw.
We were shocked and later pushed aside our stereotypes and prejudices. We stood listening to a long-haired, tall caucasian male pumping the bass with everything he had. The joyful expression on his face was captivating. Yet, he wasn’t the star of the show. A short-haired woman belted out a bluesy rock rendition of the Aretha Franklin classic Respect.
It was one of the most powerful, energetic, and soulful performances I ever saw from a smaller band. Immediately, I became a fan and grooved the entire set. My musical taste varies depending on my mood, but I wasn’t expecting my companions to enjoy the show. I knew the music they listened to regularly, and it wasn’t anything like this.
“Who are these guys?” we shouted.
They were Tina and the B-Side Movement.
Here are the particulars:
Tina and the B-Side Movement, later known simply as Tina and the B-Sides, emerged as one of Minneapolis’s most influential and beloved rock bands in the late 1980s and 1990s. Led by the charismatic and talented Tina Schlieske, the group carved out a unique space in the Midwest music scene with its blend of bluesy rock, folk-inspired Americana, and raw energy.
Origins and Early Years
The band’s story begins with Tina Schlieske, who caught the music bug early in life. Growing up in the suburb of Apple Valley, Minnesota, Schlieske was drawn to the vibrant Minneapolis music scene of the 1980s. Inspired by a diverse range of artists, including Aretha Franklin, David Bowie, Janis Joplin, and Elvis Presley, Schlieske began sneaking into clubs to perform as early as 1984, well before she was of legal age.
Gradually, Schlieske assembled a band that would become Tina and the B-Side Movement. The group’s name evolved over time, starting as a joke referencing “bowel movement” before settling on the B-Side Movement, a nod to the B-side of records that often contained hidden gems.
Musical Style and Influences
Tina and the B-Sides developed a sound that defied easy categorization. Their music was a tight fusion of bluesy rock, folk-inspired melodies, and roughly hewn Americana[1]. This eclectic mix reflected Schlieske’s diverse musical influences and her desire to avoid being pigeonholed into any one genre.
Schlieske’s powerful vocals were at the heart of the band’s sound. Her sister Laura Schlieske also contributed vocals, creating a dynamic that often evoked the spirit of a tent revival[2]. The band’s lineup evolved over the years but typically included guitars, bass, drums, and keyboards, creating a full, robust sound that could fill any venue, from small clubs to large outdoor amphitheaters.
Rise to Prominence
Tina and the B-Sides built their reputation through relentless touring and energetic live performances. They played every club that would have them, gradually building a devoted following across the Midwest[1]. Their popularity proliferated, particularly in cities like Chicago, Milwaukee, and Madison, as well as throughout their home state of Minnesota.
The band’s DIY ethos was evident in their early releases. Their debut album, “Tina and the B-Side Movement,” was released in 1989 on Schlieske’s own label, Movement Records. This was followed by “Young Americans” in 1992 and “Monster” in 1994, all self-released and promoted through grassroots efforts and constant touring.
Live Performances and Reputation
Throughout the 1990s, Tina and the B-Sides became known for their electrifying live shows. They earned a reputation as one of the best bar bands in America, packing venues wherever they played[2]. The chemistry between band members, particularly between Tina and Laura Schlieske, was a highlight of their performances.
Their popularity in Minneapolis was particularly notable. The band played multiple sold-out shows at the famous First Avenue venue, earning them a coveted star on the club’s exterior wall. This honor placed them alongside Minnesota music legends like Prince, The Replacements, and Hüsker Dü.
Here is one of my favorite tracks…
You’re my daughter and my son
You are my chosen one
You will always be
Unconditional love
Lifetime to learn
Maybe somehow
We will learn to love again
You’re my daughter and my son
You’re my daughter and you are my son
Not too hard to understand
You’re my brother and my sister too
All about the point of view
I can see it in your eyes sometimes
You afraid and so am I
Only love will be the only way
One day you will understand
You’re my daughter and my son
We are so out of place
Me you and them
And then all our fears
All hidden tears
Maybe somehow
We will learn to love again
You’re my daughter and my son
You’re my daughter and you are my son
Not too hard to understand
You’re my brother and my sister too
All about the point of view
I can see it in your eyes sometimes
You afraid and so am I
Only love will be the only way
One day you will understand
You’re my daughter and my son
You’re my daughter and you are my son
Not too hard to understand
You’re my brother and my sister too
All about the point of view
I can see it in your eyes sometimes
You afraid and so am I
Only love will be the only way
One day you will understand
You’re my daughter and my son
I’ve hundreds of bands live and witnessed several unforgettable performances. However, I say confidently that Tina and the B-Sides is still one of my favorites.
Wordless Wednesday – 10302024
ART – AI GENERATED IMAGE – COLOR
My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.
Macro Monday – 10282024
ART-AI GENERATED IMAGES-MACRO PHOTOGRAPHY
CWWC – 10272024
ART-AI GENERATED IMAGE-SCENIC
Here is my response to Cee’s CWWC
My health has been particularly challenging this year, so I haven’t been able to get out and take pictures. During my recovery, I’ve experimented with AI images. Although, after months of using AI, I still feel my initial reservations about AI images, I’ve found myself enjoying the art I’ve been able to create. In the spirit of photography, I’ve created a series of images that may fit this challenge.
For me, AI images will never replace actual photography. I enjoy the entire process of photography too much. I sit on the bed of my pickup, drinking coffee from a thermos, before taking a bite of the sandwich I packed.
Here is some concept art of pathways…
Here are a few photorealistic images I created for challenges in another community:
RDP Sunday – 10272024
RDP Saturday – 10262024
This is in response to Ragtag Daily Prompt – Pumpkin.
Daily Doodle – 10242024
ART – AI GENERATED IMAGES – CHARACTER SKETCH
Wordless Wednesday – 10232024
ART – AI GENERATED IMAGE – COLOR
My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.
Macro Monday – 10212024
Late Night Grooves #123
The following summer, I felt a little lost without my music buddy, so I spent a few weeks repairing cars before spending the rest of the summer working at a radio station. I never reached the booth, but I enjoyed the music. One of the DJs showed up at a party one night and remembered me from the station. A few of us spent the evening talking about the music that really moved us. We talked about the tracks that were never heard on the radio or seldom heard at parties. This was the first time I can remember talking to a group of individuals devoted to the appreciation of music. I didn’t want the evening to end, but evenings like that make the most precious memories. It’s evenings like most come to an end like every marathon has a finish line.
5…4…3…2…1
Here is Jones Hoops (Acoustic)
Wordless Wednesday – 10162024
ART – AI GENERATED IMAGE – COLOR
My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.
A Matter of Interpretation
When you think of the word “successful,” who’s the first person that comes to mind and why?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
“Successful” can have different meanings depending on the context, but broadly speaking, being successful refers to achieving goals or desired outcomes. Here are some ways success can be defined in different areas:
- Personal Success: Achieving personal goals, happiness, fulfillment, or growth. It might involve self-improvement, achieving work-life balance, or cultivating meaningful relationships.
- Professional Success: Accomplishing career objectives, such as gaining promotions, excelling in one’s field, building a reputable business, or making significant contributions to a profession.
- Financial Success: Attaining financial stability, wealth, or independence, defined by income level, savings, investments, or the ability to support a particular lifestyle.
- Creative Success: For artists, writers, and creators, success might involve producing meaningful work, gaining recognition, influencing others, or feeling satisfied with creative expression.
- Social Success: This could be defined by having strong relationships, a positive social impact, or being recognized for contributions to a community..
As an administrator, I can provide several definitions of success, as well as examples, plans, and whatever is necessary for a deeper understanding of the meaning of success. However, despite temptation, we must try not to push one’s personal definition on the others around us. I say to myself more than anyone else. As I have gotten older, I’ve learned to appreciate that measuring success is a matter of interpretation.
Late Night Grooves #122
I first learned about reggae by listening to a Bob Marley tape I got from a girl. She had a pixie cut with a long bang and plenty of attitude. We drank a lot of alcohol and smoked a ton of cigarettes listening to Dead Milkman, Butthole Surfers, Fishbone, and bands like that. We thought we were smarter than everyone else, but we weren’t. That was one wild summer that I barely remember, but the music was intense, and its power has fueled my love for music throughout my life. Here’s a track from that summer.
Desmond Dekker (1941–2006) was a pioneering Jamaican ska and reggae musician best known for popularizing these genres internationally. His 1968 hit “Israelites” was one of the first Jamaican songs to achieve significant success in the UK and the US, helping to introduce reggae to a global audience. Dekker’s music often focused on social issues, blending upbeat rhythms with lyrics that addressed poverty, inequality, and the struggles of the working class. He is regarded as a foundational figure in Jamaican music, influencing later reggae and ska artists.
Late Night Grooves #121
Straight from the guilty pleasure archives, I’m featuring a Linda Ronstadt track.
Macro Monday – 10142024
ART – AI GENERATED IMAGE – MACRO
Late Night Grooves #120
For the 120th episode of LNG, I decided to change things up a bit. Tonight, I’ll feature the vocal talents of one man who is loved and admired by all: Mr. Richard Pryor.
Ya’ll know I don’t ever act right
So, if that surprised you, then you will enjoy this … Penny Marshall, AKA Laverne breakdancing
One Word Sunday – The Rain
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – FICTION – FIRST PERSON NARRATIVE
Here’s my response to Debbie’s One Word Sunday – Rain
The monsoon season had come, and I wasn’t ready. I was assigned to a forward position and tasked with repairing the abandoned radio station. Once I got there, all the equipment was in a foreign language. For hours, I tried to figure out how to make the equipment. Finally, I could contact my unit. I attached my handheld to the terminal and informed them of my status. They told me a soldier was arriving to assist me. I wasn’t thrilled, but I needed help. I barely put the mic down when the door flew open, and my help had arrived.
She was as soaked as I was. It would have been a miracle if there was a dry spot on her. Rain gear was no match for the monsoon. She introduced herself and put on some fancy music. We worked side by side until the darkness began to swallow the light. The radio station was up, and everything was fine. She removed her wet clothing, placing it by the vent. She motioned for me to do the same. I sat there, not sure what to do. I could see the steam rising from her clothes. She looked at me and started to undress. I have to admit there’s nothing worse than wearing wet clothes. Well, maybe wearing wet clothes in the middle of the winter, but I didn’t find that out until years later.
We stuffed newspaper in our boots and sat them by the heater. The newspaper draws moisture from the boots. We sat there, strangers, eating our rations in our underwear. After we finished eating, she walked out in the rain. This woman was insane. She stood there, her head tilted back, letting the rain wash over her. It was as if she was letting the rain wash away her demons. Watching her, I began to understand why women were so beautiful. She was the perfect blend of beauty and nature. Before then, women were beautiful; that’s just how it was. But it meant more; I can’t really explain it. They just did.
I found myself standing in the rain next to her. She turned and looked at me momentarily and then said,
Some days, I crave the rain.
Late Night Grooves #119
This evening’s track was partly inspired by Glyn Wilton at Mixed Music Bag. I’ve been reading some of his missed posts and noticed several bands from the ’70s. The other part is one of my nephews recently introduced me to a track by the music group Daft Punk. The track was phenomenal. I discovered musician Giorgio Moroder. I discovered that Giorgio Moroder co-wrote and produced one of my favorite tracks from the Disco era. The track is “I Feel Love” by the legendary Donna Summer. We lost the legend on May 17, 2012.
Here is the 12inch version of I Feel Love by Donna Summer
Wordless Wednesday – 10092024
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My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.
Things aren’t like they used to be …
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
A year ago, I could name brands I use regularly without hesitation. I’ve been using them for most of my life. However, I’ve noticed recently that the brands we used to think were solid have fallen to the wayside. Increasingly, I’ve become more disappointed with the products offered by the brands I’m used to using. My brothers and I, on several occasions, went with a less expensive option instead of using the brands we’ve used most of our lives. I can point to two reasons for this shift.
First, quality and price point: It makes no sense to pay top dollar for an inferior product. In several cases, our work has a no-skimping motto.
“You can’t put a price on quality!” This is very true in some cases, but it’s becoming hollow words found in old books.
This statement rings in my head whenever I look for a replacement or an addition for the shop or the lab. As a writer, I find it necessary to replace equipment as much as some other industries. In my opinion, as long as you can open a word processor program, the keyboard works, and you have a decent laser printer, you’re golden. As a visual artist, things become complicated rather quickly.
Processing video, editing photos, or creating composition art can be done on older machines, but the necessity of a “Dammit Doll” becomes apparent. A “Dammit Doll” is a stuffed doll that comes in various forms whose purpose is to bang it against something (your choice) while screaming dammit. My Irish twin bought me one a few years back, and I might need to give her a call to get a new one. Every year, she gives me a new device to relieve my stress; perhaps she’s trying to tell me something.
The point of this is I needed to replace my external drives. I had to consider different manufacturers because the brands I have been using for decades are crap. So, I found less expensive options. They’re designed for something else but will do nicely for video, photo, and writing draft storage. With the money I saved, I was able to purchase two. I had enough left for a guilty pleasure. It’s always nice to buy a guilty pleasure from time to time.
Products aren’t made like they used to be, too, though brand loyalty has beaten into our heads. Be open-minded and select the best product to fit your needs. Here are a few things I use. Perhaps they will help.
- Determine your need—This is the most crucial step of the process. You can’t establish a budget or begin researching products without knowing exactly what you need. It makes no sense to buy something that doesn’t fulfill your needs just because its price fits your budget. “I can get by with this,” or “This is just as good.” Yeah, I hear you. Been there several times. Here’s what I have to say about it … Cut that shit out!
- Establish a budget—I have a budget in mind before I purchase anything. However, I can’t do this without determining my needs. By determining my needs, I know how much money I need to raise. I try to never go over my budget. However, sometimes, when you start researching a product, you find it is more expensive than you initially thought. It may change based on your needs. Be flexible.
- Do your research – With information readily available, there is no longer an excuse for not being an informed consumer. Read the product reviews from other consumers, and be careful; there is much misinformation out there. Also, there are videos on YouTube about products that can be useful. Many manufacturers provide user manuals on their websites. You read about the product before purchasing anything.
Until next time …Peace
Marco Monday – 10072024
Late Night Grooves #118
The first video I ever watched was on Mtv. I had a crush on Martha Quinn and listened to every video she played as if it were her personal playlist. I thought this song was catchy, but I had no idea what it meant. I do now.
The Buggles – Video killed the Radio Star
Reading is Fun
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
Reading is part of the job as a writer. However, I must admit that some of my reading has nothing to do with writing. It’s just for fun. I love discovering the magical lands within the pages, regardless of genre. There are two sides to every story.
I’m Richer than I’ve Ever Been
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
This question reminds me of times when I was a youngster. I remember those horrible confrontations about stealing something; you have no idea what the other person was talking about. That special toy or prized possession has mysteriously vanished, and the only logical explanation is that you stole it. It doesn’t matter how much you profess your innocence; the injured party is convinced. Friendships are destroyed over something that may have cost less than five dollars. The battle between them is bad enough, but when the parents got involved, the issue seemed to be about something other than the vanished item.
I wish this scenario I described was limited to childhood, but sadly, it isn’t. I’ve seen longtime friends destroyed over something like this. I’ve seen people beaten over the loss of possessions. The strangest thing is that most of the time, vanished items either turn up or are taken by someone other than the accused. However, the damage has already been done. Some relationships recover, but they never were like they were before. That’s true, the actual loss… the friendship.
I’ve learned this concept through my own loss. I’ve lost all my possessions several times over the years. Some items aren’t replaceable. I can say honestly that losing some of these items was very painful. I remember a friend was Native American, he carried a leather pouch filled with pebbles. There wasn’t anything special about those pebbles that I could see. However, one day, I asked him about it. I was curious. Other friends told me to mine my own business. So, I dropped it.
At the time, I carried something from each of my children in a zip-lock bag. During the quiet moments, I would pull them out, look at them, and remember what I was fighting for; every mile I walked, every sleepless night, and the duties performed for God and Country so my family could have a better life. I believed that. It’s what held me together. I did this privately. One of those moments, my friend came and sat next to them. He was quiet for a long time. We just sat in the peace of the moment.
After a while, he pulled his pouch from his hip and began to tell me about it. He said each pebble contained a memory of an event that happened in his life. I listened with a perplexed expression. He smiled and said, “Dick Tracy”. I was holding a Dick Tracy trading card in my hand. My youngest daughter had given it to me before deployment. Then I got it.
Throughout my studies, I have learned a great deal about spirituality. I came across this passage some time ago, and it is relevant to this prompt:
Ibrahim Adham said, “Faith in God will be firmly established if three veils are cast aside:
- “Feeling pleasure in possessing anything;
- “Lamenting over the loss of anything;
- “Enjoying self-praise.”
al-Ghazzali
Fadiman, James. Essential Sufism (p. 173). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.
Living up to this philosophy is very difficult. I struggle with it constantly. However, I still maintain the possessions that mean the most to me. These are the relationships I have developed over the years. Most material things can be replaced. Each person we interact with is unique, and our relationships with them are also exceptional. As I’ve said, I have had to rebuild several times. It’s hard work and not fun, but it can be done if you’re still breathing. Because life is our most important possession. The relationships you develop within that lifetime can be the difference between living and existing. Because of this, I’m richer than I’ve ever been.
Late Night Grooves #117
The Fixx is another band I’ve placed in the guilty pleasure category. I don’t listen to them often, but I always enjoy them when I do. Also, it’s one of those bands I wish I could remember to drive deeper into their catalog to see if I could find some gems. Perhaps, rediscover a few tracks I’ve forgotten about. The track I’m featuring tonight isn’t my favorite by the band, but it is one of their bigger hits.
The Fixx – Are We Ourselves?
Late Night Grooves #116
Radiohead is a band I never really paid attention to. The other day, I heard something that my caught my attention. Exit Music is one of those that just kinda snuck up on me. Though it will never be a track that slides into rotation, I know I will enjoy it from time to time.
Exit Music by Radiohead
Late Night Grooves #115
The Boomtown Rats …. I Don’t Like Mondays
Wordless Wednesday – 10022024
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My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.
Nothing Better to Do
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
Now that I’m retired, there is so much to do. I find myself making up shit to do. However, recently, I decided to put my free time to better use. While convalescing, I explored different ways to explore my creative outlets. Many of you probably noticed I’ve been posting AI images. I learned digital art skills. However, my education isn’t complete. I’d like to learn more about the digital world. I’ve spent years existing within it. I thought I knew how it worked, but it has changed. My grandchildren have taught me.
“Peepaw, you aren’t current with stuff.”
I’ve gone from being the in-house IT guy to the guy who tells them stories about his precious memories of them when they were young. So, I need to update my skills to figure out what they are talking about half the time. I’ve got nothing better to do.
Work Hard and Live Right
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I’ve lived by a simple code not my own. Despite this truth, this code has served me well. Provided me a strength to develop my own. My parents worked hard their whole lives. Somehow, they didn’t seem to be tainted by this devotion. I’ve seen many succumb to the strain. If I’m honest, it’s easier than I’d like it to be. I’ve been choked by the tentacles of temptation from time to time.
Many of the elders, worked their whole lives to accomplish their individual goals. Each family having their own. I watched them in amazement. I wondered if they would make it. As I got older, I asked how they stayed focused and not lose hope.
“You focused on wrong thing. You can’t worry about that. All you can do is work hard and live right.”
This was code I subscribed to. The code based my entire life on. My personal code isn’t much different than the one I grew up with. The elder who taught me his code, hadn’t lived the life I have. I’ve had too make some adjustments over time. However, I always feel good if I work hard and live right.
The Whisper Journal
POETRY – JOURNAL ENTRY STYLE
April 6,
With the cleansing of spring, everyone has a sense of joy about them. Even on the gloomiest days, we listen to the perforated silence as the rain splatters against a shudder not quite fastened. That’s when you see her. For some unknown reason, you know to look. You stare in silence as the cool mist caresses your face. You remember that section of the park when the beauty and the path she walks weren’t born yet. You close your eyes, partaking in its wonder. You whisper a spell to the beauty, hoping it will last.
Late Night Grooves #114
In 1993, What’s Love Got To Do With It? hit the silver screen. We watched it once it was available on VHS. It was the first movie for which I bought the soundtrack. Normally, I acquire the soundtrack much later. I even have soundtracks for films I have never seen. Of course, this movie and soundtrack became my wife’s favorite for some time. She’d play and sing along to this soundtrack nearly every day, then one day, it stopped. I nearly asked her what happened, but I thought better of it.
Don’t misunderstand me; I enjoyed the soundtrack, just not every day. Thank God for the Yahama studio headphones she had bought me years earlier. She and my younger daughters would stand in the living room and sing “Rock Me Baby.” On the anniversary of her passing, memories of her still rock me …
A lot of things
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
For the past few months, I have been looking over how I handle things, and they totally screwed up. What upsets me is that they have broken for quite some time. Things that should not have broken in the first place. First, I must acknowledge that despite my best efforts, I am still just human. I used to think I was a cybernetic being, but then I went through the part-dragon phase. Alas, I’m just human. The last year’s health issues taught me that lesson tenfold.
I’ve never felt weakness like this before. It’s hard to wrap my head around it. Being in this state blows, to say the least. There were times when I wasn’t sure how things would turn out. I had to rely on the strength of my brothers as well as my own. I’m not used to this, but my people reminded me that my fight isn’t over. I will do well to pay more attention to that.
Hollow Man
POETRY – INTROSPECTION
How long will my words echo in an empty hall?
How long will I sway to its melody alone?
How will silence swallow my cries?
How long will my essence seep from the cracks of my shattered shells?
Oh, how I long to be deafened by the screams
How I long to be drenched in their pain
To feel the passion of the tale, so eloquently crafted
To soak the page with tears of a depicted sorrow
I yearn for the warmth of the lover’s flame
To be memorized by its dance
To be enchanted by its unscripted ballad
The uncontrollable churn of my soul to its mythic rhythm
To feel the surge from the heartfelt turning into a pound
The sensation of my chest tightening, the pause of that breathless gasp just before the pant
The anticipation of the splash from the bead forged in the embers of the moment
The feel of slickness on my palms right as I turn the page to the next chapter of my life
To be filled with pride from your look of approval
To be filled with passion from the same eyes but a different glance
To know love to the core, standing firm in its goodness, as well as un-wavered by its pain
To understand by knowing it, I will be the better for it
For any man experiencing these and so many more…
Of that man, I am envious.
To feel any of these things, in that instant, I will cease being
The
Hollow Man
Quality vs. Quantity
Daily writing prompt
What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I never expected to live a long life. However, I’ve lived longer than I ever expected. SHOCKER! Yet, I’ve learned a few things along the way. In the time I’ve spent on this earth, I’ve learned that in almost every aspect of life, the quality of how life is spent is more important than the amount of time spent. I’ve been blessed to have talked to several elders, and they mainly agree that its the quality of life, not its longevity. I tend to agree.
Late Night Grooves #113
One of my favorite artists is Prince. Like many, I’ve listened to his music for decades. Tonight, on LNG, I’m featuring one of his deep cuts called Joy In Repetition. Joy in Repetition was released on Prince’s 1990 album Graffiti Bridge. The track has a hypnotic, funk-infused groove and is known for its minimal yet atmospheric production. Lyrically, it tells the story of a man who enters a nightclub and becomes captivated by a woman singing the same phrase over and over, reflecting on the powerful emotions stirred by the repetition.
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Late Night Grooves #112
Tonight on LNG, I’m featuring a track from my guilty pleasure playlist. I discovered this artist while watching a television program. I had no idea how much I would enjoy his music. Ray LaMontagne is a soulful artist with an impressive song catalog.
Here is one of my favorites … Jolene
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My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.
Late Night Grooves #111
I feel I need a little Elvis Costello …
Random Thoughts – 09242024
PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS/REFLECTION – THE STATE OF THINGS
Hello everyone,
You may have noticed that things here at the Memoirs of Madness have been a little spotty. I apologize for that; I really do. It’s been a rough year for me health-wise, and though I’m much better, I’ve been dealing with the emotional side of things. I’ve been wondering how the hell I made it through all this and other questions that arise when dealing with health issues as one ages.
So, in the next few weeks, I will be making some changes to the blog. More precisely, I will focus on cleaning up dead links, adding new pages, removing old pages, and such. This is an attempt to improve the blog’s UI/UX. I will announce the changes as they happen; please let me know if I muck something up. Any suggestions are welcome. Until next time … wish me luck.
Late Night Grooves #110
RIP Tito Jackson of the The Jackson 5 and The Jacksons…
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