Holiday Season Movie Playlist

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

A few decades ago, I got tired of watching the same old holiday movies each year. I started ranting about it, because I’m a bit of a ranter. So, my late wife would roll her eyes and tell me to put in “Home Alone.” I mumbled under my breath and did what she asked.

The following year, I bought a used TV and set up an area in the basement. I dug out an old VCR and made a few tapes with my favorite movies. So, about a week before Christmas, I went to the basement and started my marathon. Over the years, I added and subtracted movies I always wanted to keep the list small.

Here is the current list:

  1. Die Hard (1988)
  2. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (2005)
  3. Reindeer Games (2000)
  4. Diner (1982)
  5. The Ref (1994)
  6. Wrong Turn at Tahoe (2009)
  7. This Christmas (2007)
  8. The Simple Life of Noah Dearborn (1999)
  9. Passenger 57 (1992)
  10. True Crime (1999)
  11. An Arthurian Legend Movie – This year, it was King Arthur: The Legend of the Sword (2017)
  12. A Shaft Movie – This year, it was Shaft (2019)

Twelve movies for the 12 days of Christmas and all that. Some of these movies have absolutely nothing to do with Christmas, but I like them, so I watch them. Be aware that each film is subject to substitution at any moment. Sometimes, I just don’t feel the movie that year. Normally, I don’t make it through the list. However, this year, because of my health, I finished early. Stay tuned for my starting the new year off right movie list.

The Memory Palace

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As we get older, we often find we don’t remember things the way we used to. I asked a doctor once about my failing memory, and his response was less than gratifying. I’ve never been one who took sweeping generalizations seriously. Despite aging, several conditions have an impact on memory. I’ve listed a few.

  • Alzheimer’s disease is a progressive brain disorder that affects memory, thinking, and behavior.
  • Dementia is a general term for a decline in cognitive ability severe enough to interfere with daily life.
  • Mild cognitive impairment is a condition that involves a slight decline in cognitive abilities but is not severe enough to interfere with daily functioning.
  • Stroke occurs when the blood supply is disrupted to the brain, leading to damage in brain function, including memory.
  • Traumatic brain injury is a brain injury that occurs as a result of a blow or jolt to the head and can lead to various cognitive impairments, including memory problems.
  • Depression is a mood disorder that can affect memory and cognitive functioning.
  • Anxiety disorders are mental health conditions that can contribute to memory difficulties.

As a person living with PTSD, I have issues with my short-term memory. Through researching the different conditions that affect my memory, I discovered several techniques that can assist with any memory issues one may be experiencing. One of the techniques I found that sounded sort of cool was a technique called a Memory Palace. Let’s take a look at an overview of the technique.

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Memory Palace, also known as the Method of Loci, is a powerful technique used for centuries to enhance memory and recall. This technique involves creating a mental map or imaginary location, such as a house or a palace, and associating each piece of information with a specific location within that space. Individuals can effectively store and retrieve vast amounts of data by visualizing and navigating through this memory palace.

History of the Memory Palace Technique

The Memory Palace technique dates back to ancient Greece and Rome, where orators and scholars widely used it to memorize speeches, poems, and other important information. The Roman orator Cicero popularized the method, who believed associating ideas with vivid mental images created a lasting impression in the mind. This technique has been employed by many notable figures throughout history, including Aristotle, Sherlock Holmes, and even modern memory champions. Understanding the historical roots of the Memory Palace technique provides insight into its longevity and effectiveness as a memory enhancement tool.

How the Memory Palace Technique Works

The Memory Palace technique leverages the brain’s ability to remember spatial information. It capitalizes on the fact that our minds are naturally adept at recalling physical locations and their details. By mentally placing pieces of information in specific locations within a familiar or imagined space, we create a structured and organized system for storing and retrieving information. The process involves choosing a memory palace, mentally walking through it, and associating data with different locations. This technique allows readily recalling stored information by navigating through the memory palace. Understanding the inner workings of the Memory Palace technique helps individuals grasp its effectiveness and apply it to their own memory improvement goals.

Applications of the Memory Palace Technique

The Memory Palace technique has a wide range of applications and can enhance memory in various areas of life. Students can utilize this technique to remember complex subjects, such as history timelines or scientific formulas. Professionals can employ it to remember important details for presentations or speeches, ensuring a confident and accurate delivery. The Memory Palace technique can also improve language learning, memorizing scripts for acting or public speaking, or even remembering a grocery list. The versatility of the Memory Palace technique makes it applicable to various fields and everyday life scenarios.

Benefits of the Memory Palace Technique

The Memory Palace technique offers several benefits for memory improvement. Firstly, it provides a structured and organized system for storing and retrieving information, making it easier to recall. Individuals create strong mental connections that aid in memory retention by associating information with specific locations within a memory palace. Additionally, the visualization and navigation involved in the Memory Palace technique engage multiple senses, further enhancing memory and recall. This technique also promotes creativity and imagination, as individuals create vivid mental images to associate with the information they want to remember. Lastly, the Memory Palace technique is a practical and effective approach to enhancing cognitive abilities, regardless of age or educational background.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the Memory Palace technique is powerful for enhancing memory and recall. Its historical roots, working principles, applications, and benefits highlight its effectiveness as a memory enhancement technique. By leveraging the brain’s natural ability to remember spatial information, individuals can create a mental map that serves as a structured system for storing and retrieving information. Whether you are a student, professional, or simply looking to improve your memory, the Memory Palace technique offers a practical and effective approach to enhancing your cognitive abilities. Embrace the power of the Memory Palace and unlock your full memory potential.

If you find yourself or someone close to you experiencing cognitive issues, please seek assistance from a healthcare professional.

Skywriting – 122720231602

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

My body is healing, so I’ve been sleeping a lot. It’s strange how remarkable the body can be if you allow it to do its thing. I haven’t been able to get much done in these past weeks, but I’ve had the strength to create. This is a blessing in itself. I may never return to being the man I was before all this happened, but honestly, they may not be such a bad thing. In part, it’s because of him; I’m in this situation, and it’s also because of him; I know I can survive it. Who or what will I be after it is all said and done? Who knows? But it’s gonna be fun figuring things out.

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I took this photo a week before my health took a nose dive. I remember feeling horrible that day. However, I pushed through because I’m a tough guy and all that.

REBLOG: Nguyen Thi Phuong Tram’s Poem

The title of this piece hits me hard in a place I thought was dead. At least, I would like to think so, for it requires me to slow down and feel the emotion swirling through me. Take a minute and read this piece, and write down how it makes you feel. Share if you like, but give it some thought.

Late Night Groove – Holiday Edition #2

Twelve Days of Christmas Lyrics:


Bob- Okay, good day, this is our Christmas part of the album,
and you can play this at your Christmas parties, uh,
or to yourself on Christmas Eve, if there’s nothing else to do.

Doug- Good day, eh?
In case you thought, like, I wasn’t on this part!

Bob- Oh, I guarantee ya, you’d be on.
Okay, so, good day, this is the Christmas part, and,
we’re gonna tell you what to get, uh, your true love for Christmas.

Doug- Look out the window!

Bob- Where?! Whadda ya doing?

Doug- Snow, hosehead.

Bob- Wha? Oh, it’s the Great White North, and it’s snowing,
cause it’s Christmas time.
Hey, hoser!

Doug- What?

Bob- Here’s a quiz. Quiz for Doug.

Doug- Okay, I have my thinking touque on.

Bob- Yeah, right. What are the twelve days of Christmas?
Cause, figure it out, right. Christmas is when?

Doug- Uh, the 25th.

Bob- Right, and what’s the 24th, Christmas Eve, right?
So, that’s two. And then, what’s after that?

Doug- Um… Uh, Wrestling Day.

Bob- No. Get out.

Doug- Boxing Day, yeah, yeah.

Bob- That’s three. Then what’s after that? Nothing.

Doug- New Year’s.

Bob- Four. And what’s…

Doug- New Year’s Eve.

Bob- Five. Where do you get twelve?

Doug- Uh… There’s two Saturdays and Sundays in there, that’s four.
That’s nine. And, three other days, which I believe are the mystery days.
(Music starts.)

Bob- Okay now. This is our Christmas song,
in case you don’t know what to get somebody for Christmas.

Doug- There’s lots of ideas in here, so, listen, and don’t get stuck.

Bob- Okay.

Doug- By the way, that’s me on the organ.

Bob- Aw, geez.

Doug- You start.

Bob- Okay. On the first day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me: a beer.

Doug- On the second day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me: two turtlenecks,

Bob- And a beer. (Okay…) On the third day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me: three French toast,

Doug- Two turtlenecks,

Bob- And a beer. (Okay…)

Doug- There should be more there, eh?

Bob- Where? On the… go.

Doug- Fourth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me: four pounds of backbacon,

Bob- Three French toast,

Doug- Two turtlenecks,

Bob- And a beer.

Doug- In a tree. See, you need more.

Bob- Fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: five golden touques!

Doug- Four pounds of backbacon,

Bob- Three French toast,

Doug- Two turtlenecks,

Bob- And a beer, what was it?

Together- In a tree!

Bob- Okay, on the sixth… go.

Doug- Of Christmas, my true love gave to me: six packs of two-four,

Bob & BG Singers- Five golden touques!

Doug- Four pounds of backbacon,

Bob- Three French toast,

Doug- Two turtlenecks,

Bob- And a beer,

Together- In a tree!

Bob- Okay.

Doug- Okay.

Bob- On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me: seven packs of smokes,

Doug- (Nice gift…) Oh, six packs of two-four!
(BG Singers also sing “nice gift”.)

Bob & BG Singers- Five golden touques!

Doug- Four pounds of backbacon,

Bob- Three French toast,

Doug- Two turtlenecks,

Bob- And a beer,

Together- In a tree!

Bob- Right, I keep forgetting.

Doug- Phew! This should just be the two days of Christmas,
it’s too hard for us!

Bob- Um…

Doug- Go, hoser.

Bob- Oh.

Together- Eigth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:

Doug- Eight comic books,

All- Seven packs of smokes, six packs of two-four,
(Bob and Doug become unsynchronized with the BG Singers, and quit singing.)

BG Singers- Five golden touques!
Four pounds of backbacon,
three French toast,
two turtlenecks,

All- And a beer,

Doug- On my tree!

Bob- Yeah. That beer’s empty. Okay. Day,

BG Singers- Twelve!

Bob- Uh, twelve.

Doug- Good day, and welcome to day twelve.

BG Singers- Five golden touques!

All- Four pounds of backbacon,
three French toast,
two turtlenecks,
and a beer, in a tree!

Bob- Beauty, eh?

Doug- Where’d you learn to do that?

Bob- Uh, albums.

Doug- Boy. So, like, that’s our song, Merry Christmas…

Bob- Merry Christmas!

Doug- And good day!

Bob- Good day, everybody. Happy New Year, too.
Sheesh. Okay, you know what you left out?

Doug- What?

Bob- Donuts – I told you to get me donuts!
Either on the ninth day or the tenth day,
or the eleventh day, I wanted donuts!

Doug- Okay, the song’s over.

Bob- But I want…

Doug- Merry Christmas, everybody!

Bob- Or on the twelfth day, you coulda got me a dozen donuts.

Doug- So, go out to the stores, and get some presents.

Bob- You coulda gone down to, like, the good donut shop,
where if you buy a dozen, you get another one free,
and then thirteen for the thirteen days of Christmas.

Doug- Well, next Christmas, I’ll get me a chainsaw…

Bob- Take off!

Doug- Boy, that song was a beauty. It moved me…

Bob- Yeah, I think it ranks up there with Stairway to Heaven…

Doug- Wha-?

— Bob & Doug McKenzie

Late Night Groove #29

I remember when the kids were home; then, the grandkid’s Christmas was absolutely chaotic. The wife and I needed a break at times. Then this episode, I’m featuring an old classic that will allow you to relax for a few moments.

Late Night Groove – Holiday Edition

Happy Holidays Everyone! As you might have figured, I’m not a traditional Christmas person. That fact used to drive my wife crazy. Gingerbread houses, candy canes, and everything was never my thing. Wait, those soft peppermint sticks and puffs are amazing so I make an exception for them. My alternate view of Christmas extends to Christmas music. So, over the next few days, I will be featuring some of my favorite non-traditional Christmas tunes on Late Night Grooves.

Tonight, we have the Run DMC Christmas classic, Christmas in Hollis.

Six Word Story – 12192023

PROSE – SIX WORD STORY

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Low tech is the best tech

REBLOG: Anh lại gần, em nhé

A poem by E. E. CummingsTranslator: Trần Trí TuệPhotography: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Anh lại gần, em nhé (Em sẽ thét, đấy anh Chỉ một lần, được không) Vui ghê anh nhỉ Anh vuốt nhe em Vuốt lâu không anh Lâu thật lâu em tôi Cứ tuỳ tiện, anh ơi (Anh bắt đầu, em nhé […]

Anh lại gần, em nhé

Learn by Doing: The Power of Autodidactic Learning

ARTICLE – EDUCATION

Over at Lifelong Learning and Education, Mike posted an article discussing why children should consider trade schools. The article can be found here.

The subject has always been something I’m torn about. I grew up poor; it’s nothing I’m ashamed of; my mother worked her butt off to provide me a safe and stable childhood. However, I remember some of the elders in the community talking about getting good grades so we could go to college. Many of us worked towards this goal. There was definitely a group of people who mocked anyone who had aspirations for attending college. We were often told not to pay attention to people who talked like that, but we still heard them.

One of the biggest barriers preventing us from attending college was financial. We just didn’t have the money. For most of us, there were two ways out of our situation. The first is to earn a scholarship, athletic or academic. And the second is to join the military. I joined the military. My occupation specialty was nothing more than a type of trade school. For the enlisted personnel in the military, all of our job training is a type of trade school. One of the benefits of joining the military is the option of tuition assistance. Programs like G.I. Bill and others offer soldiers the ability to further their academic education. This education can be used for advancement within the military, or one could separate and pursue a career.

Because of my experience, I became an advocate for trade schools. However, I can also remember another philosophy regarding becoming educated. Several community elders demonstrated success by pursuing occupations where they learned the skills for the jobs by doing the job. We heard phrases such as Learn by doing or on-the-job training. Yet, I would like to discuss another form of education: autodidactic.

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The Power of Autodidactic Learning

Autodidactic learning, or self-directed learning, is when individuals take the initiative to acquire knowledge and skills independently, without formal instruction or guidance from a teacher or institution. This form of learning empowers individuals to take control of their education and pursue their interests and passions.

The Freedom to Learn

One of the major advantages of autodidactic learning is the freedom it provides. Unlike traditional learning methods, where individuals must adhere to a predetermined curriculum, autodidactic learners have the autonomy to choose what they want to learn and when they want to learn it. This freedom allows individuals to explore various subjects and delve deeper into areas that captivate their interest. Autodidactic learners can create learning paths, focusing on topics relevant to their personal and professional goals.

Furthermore, autodidactic learning encourages individuals to take responsibility for their learning journey. They are not bound by the pace or limitations of a formal education system. Instead, they have the flexibility to learn at their own pace, spending more time on topics that require deeper understanding and moving quickly through subjects that come more naturally to them. This personalized approach to learning can greatly enhance the learning experience and improve knowledge retention.

Self-Motivation and Discipline

Autodidactic learning requires a strong sense of self-motivation and discipline. Since there are no external deadlines or exams to stay accountable, individuals must cultivate the discipline to set their goals, create a study schedule, and stick to it. This level of self-discipline can be challenging, especially when faced with distractions or competing priorities. However, through this process of self-motivation and discipline, individuals develop invaluable skills such as time management, perseverance, and self-reliance.

Moreover, the ability to stay committed to learning, even when faced with challenges or setbacks, is a trait that can be developed through autodidactic learning and can greatly contribute to personal growth and success. Autodidactic learners learn to overcome obstacles independently, find creative solutions, and push through difficulties. This resilience and determination are transferable skills that can be applied to various aspects of life, not just in pursuing knowledge.

Access to a Wealth of Resources

Autodidactic learners can access abundant resources to facilitate their learning journey in the digital age. Online platforms, educational websites, e-books, podcasts, and video tutorials offer vast information and instructional materials on almost any subject imaginable. Autodidactic learners can leverage these resources to expand their knowledge and gain expertise in various fields.

The availability of these resources democratizes education and makes learning accessible to anyone with an internet connection. Regardless of geographical location or socioeconomic status, individuals can access high-quality educational content and engage in self-directed learning. This equal learning opportunity opens up new possibilities and levels the playing field, allowing individuals to pursue their passions and interests regardless of external limitations.

Additionally, the variety of resources available allows autodidactic learners to tailor their learning experience to their preferred learning style. Some individuals may thrive with visual content, while others prefer reading or listening. Autodidactic learners can choose the mediums that best suit their learning preferences, making the learning process more enjoyable and effective.

Conclusion: Empowering the Individual

In conclusion, autodidactic learning is a powerful tool that empowers individuals to take ownership of their education. The freedom to learn, coupled with self-motivation and discipline, allows individuals to pursue their passions and expand their knowledge beyond the constraints of formal education. With the wealth of resources available today, autodidactic learners can acquire new skills, broaden their horizons, and unlock their full potential.

Autodidactic learning not only enhances personal growth but also has the potential to positively impact one’s professional growth. Employers value individuals who demonstrate self-motivation, discipline, and a commitment to continual learning. Autodidactic learners possess these qualities, making them adaptable and resilient in changing job markets and skill requirements.

So, let us embrace the power of autodidactic learning and embark on lifelong learning and personal growth. By taking control of our education and actively seeking knowledge, we can shape our destinies and create a future filled with opportunities. If an individual still wants to achieve a college degree, their platforms allow the use of self-taught knowledge to receive college credit. CLEP and Dantes testing are such platforms. One can receive college credit by successfully passing the exam using these platforms.

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REBLOG: Pooroldhenry’s post

As I think about this article, I can see the validity of its argument. I can remember having very few male teachers in my education journey. It wasn’t until I attended university that I noticed the existence of more male teachers. I see another problem. In my work, I’ve noticed the absence of male role models or mentors. Regarding the absence of role models, I believe it has something to do with the erosion of trust. Put simply, people don’t trust others with their children anymore. I concede there is a reason for this erosion of trust, but it shouldn’t be blanketly applied.

In regard to the absence in the classroom, this has been an ongoing issue that has increased over time. Partly because I believe in society’s view of male teachers. Traditionally, males are viewed as the primary breadwinner and must provide a stable environment for their families. Though an honorable profession filled with rewards, teaching has historically been underpaid.

I find this article to be solidly written and filled with points. Take a few minutes to not only read it, but think about the issue Henry is addressing.

RDP Tuesday – 12122023

PROSE

My response to RDP – Tuesday prompt: Comedy

This makes me laugh every time

Perhaps it’s the absurdity of the sign. Are we to believe this man will actually pay for Karate lessons? Perhaps, on some measures, we respect his creativity. I’m reminded of a conversation I had with a panhandler. He approached me slowly, which put me on guard. Slow moving objects make me nervous. I must have given him a look because he stopped in his tracks. He asked for a cigarette; I nodded and signaled him to continue approaching. I handed him a cigarette. He looked at the cigarette and said he didn’t smoke non-methol. I started laughing and asked if he was serious. He handed me back the cigarette and said, “Hell yeah!” I shook my head and walked away.


My Goofball brother

I was at the car show working, and suddenly, this Yahoo told me to take his picture. I didn’t pay attention to the photo until he asked if I looked at it. Well, when I did, I saw this. So tonight, we were giving each other a hard time, and I told him I would post this photo. I always try to be a man of my word.

I’ve learned something over the last few months, life can be the greatest tragedy or a joyous comedy. The person living makes the choice.

Turkey Day, Hemi’s, Bullitt, and Family

Here’s my response to pensitivity101‘s Share Your World

Here are this week’s questions:

Gratitude:
Knowing you’re loved is priceless.

Over the last several weeks, I’ve had a rough go of it, to put it mildly. What I have learned and been reminded of is that I’m loved. There is no doubt about that.

What is your idea of a good holiday? Seeing the sights, lazing on a beach, hitting the night spots, getting away from it all……………….

My favorite holiday in the U.S. is Thanksgiving. It’s all about the food. Dishes you haven’t had all year are waiting for you to gorge yourself into oblivion. There are no diets or anything like that. In short, it is the ultimate cheat day. Another thing about this holiday, perhaps the most important, is being with family. It doesn’t get any better than that.

You are offered tickets to a show. Which would you prefer, Opera, Play, Cinema, Entertainment, Ice Gala, or something else?

During my 50th birthday celebration, a friend took me to see Cirque du Soleil. I remember complaining the entire trip to the show. Grumbling nonsense about any and everything. My friend stood her ground and let me rant. She had gotten us incredible seats, and the show was amazing. The gracefulness of the performers was breathtaking. It was an ice show, so I kept waiting for someone to face plant. Didn’t happen. I would watch something like that again.

Have you ever won a sports trophy (or something similar for a particular achievement):

I was a jock during my youth, so I picked up a few trophies here and there. My mother kept them in a bag. I received awards while serving in the military. I used to call the wall my wife hung them on “The Wall of Shame.” Don’t get me wrong. I’m proud of the time I spent in the military. There is no question that it helped shape me into the man I am today. I never did buy into the whole medal thing. It was more about what we were doing and its importance. However, there was an occasion when I was recognized for an achievement. I got no medal or ceremony, just a simple handwritten thank you note. That gesture means more to me than any awards.

What is your dream car (fact or fictional):

As a child, I remember being enthralled by several cars before settling in on my favorite. I still can’t pick a definite favorite, but two stand out. In 1979, the cult classic Phantasm was released. It was a tripped out movie that didn’t make any sense to me at the time. However, my friends and I still talk about that movie. Not as much as we did as kids, but now and again, someone will mention a line at the perfect moment, and we just laugh.

There were several notable characters in that film, but it wasn’t a character that caused the movie to be bookmarked in my mind; it was the car. A Plymouth Barracuda raced away, rescuing the characters and taking them to safety. From that moment, that was my car. I did my best to learn about that model car, but I discovered something different that I loved even more. A 1968 Plymouth Hemi Cuda became my jam. Take a look

My first love

As I got older and started my journey into becoming a mechanic with my father, I learned more about cars and their capabilities. My father was aware of my infatuation with the Hemi but schooled me about the other muscle cars of that era. My appreciation grew for American Muscle. I had the privilege of building and repairing several different ones with my dad. I’m more of a circuit head than a gearhead. Yet, I love mechanics; it’s in me bones. After Pop went to the otherside of the veil, I found myself watching old movies with car chases: Smokey and the Bandit, Dukes of Hazzard, The French Connection, and finally, Bullitt. I found my second love, a 1968 Ford Mustang – GT-500. Let’s take a look at the scene that grabbed me.

My second love

However, a different year model of Mustang, the movie Gone in 60 Seconds, the remake with Nicolas Cage, featured a 1967 GT-500. The original featured a 1971 Mustang, a beast in her own right but not as sexy. Here are two clips that express my love for this car.

Demonstrates my respect for the car
Sweet!

REBLOG: Why the Protagonist Must Be a Problem-solver – by September Fawkes…

Why the Protagonist Must Be a Problem-solver – by September Fawkes…

Skywriting – 120120231321

PROSE – INTROSPECTION

It would seem my idiocracy has no bounds. It’s like I’ve become the type of person I never wanted to be. The kind of person I typically avoid at all costs. There are those among us who refuse to look at things thoroughly. They have a slanted view of the world and the events that occur within it. They refuse to accept certain truths and live in an alternate reality. It’s not even a cool one where there are flying cars and no sick people. It is a place where we live in harmonic lives, and “Rex,” the family golden retriever, always brings the ball back.

Now, life isn’t that way. There aren’t any flying cars yet, people get sick and sometimes die, and Rex, even though he still has the heart, doesn’t bring the ball back because he doesn’t have the legs for it anymore. In this reality, we face what comes: we laugh, we love, we cry, and most importantly, we fight. We do this for no other reason than to prove our time here mattered. Even if it only matters to ourselves. Trust me, it’s enough.

For the past several weeks, I’ve been ignoring the obvious. I’ve been ignoring; there’s a price to pay for my arrogance. When my health went into the toilet, I made several lifestyle changes and figured I would be good from there as long as I continued on the right track. Well, it didn’t quite work out that way. Yes, I must stay the course with the changes I made, but the negligence that caused the changes in the first place has done more than I had anticipated.

In short, pay attention to your body. Please don’t dismiss certain things as testaments of getting older. Yes, some things are due to age, but others aren’t. This isn’t something I read somewhere but something I learned the hard way.

Stay strong…Be Blessed…

Image Credit: by Mangus Khan. Last year when my body was talking to me, but I wasn’t listening.

Skywriting -112820231429

PROSE – INTROSPECTION

I’m unsure if you have noticed, but I haven’t been posting a lot over the last week or so. It wasn’t due to the holidays, but I wish it had been. Despite all the progress I’ve made regarding my health, I developed a new issue. If I’m being honest, it’s that sporadically appeared over the years I just ignored. However, now it can’t be ignored. So, like a good little boy, I’m addressing the issue and taking it seriously. In case you were wondering, I’m also eating all my vegetables and stuff.

Despite my current challenges, I’ve been reading and attempting to develop new content for the blog. Yes, I’m aware some of you are waiting for me to finish several projects that currently exist on the blog. I assure you I have every intention to finish them, but I’m a bit scattered brain at the moment. My senior editor would say being scattered brain is normal for me, but even she had to admit the other day that my current state is a bit peculiar.

“Hush, and go to bed,” I believe were her words, but I have to admit there is a possibility they could have been harsher. She gets testy when it comes to my health. It’s weird. Yet, the writers among us, there are hardly many things worse than a testy editor.

Yet, I wonder if I continue being a good boy, will my lady pat me on the head and give me a treat?

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Six Word Story – 11262023

I feel next door to nothing.

Image Credit: Ashkan Foroduzani – Upsplash – original

Image Editing: Mangus Khan – Monochrome conversion

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It’s never too late to believe

Late Night Groove #22

I became a fan of Johnny Cash late in life. He was Country and all that hooey. When I started deploying, we only had the music we brought. There wasn’t a public internet or any of the conveniences we have become accustomed to. So, we all listened to each other’s music over and over. Some were painful, but others not so much.

Ladies and Gentleman … Johnny Cash

One of my favorite songs


Whispers of the Dark #13

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

I’m brilliant on most days and an idiot on others. However, there are special moments when I’m both. Life balance, I know, crazy, right? However, what makes today one of those special moments is that I failed to consider the depth of concern others had for me. What I just said doesn’t make sense, but work with me for a moment.

I knew they were concerned, but I hadn’t realized it had approached the fear level. As we know, some people get mean when they are afraid. They can’t allow anyone to see them vulnerable. I can’t blame them; society has indoctrinated us into believing fear is evil and should be eradicated at all costs. So, I get it.

I certainly didn’t intend to worry anyone, but it happened. Now, I wonder how to fix it or make things better. I suppose the answer is simple. Take care of yourself and listen for once. For I would like to point out for the record, I am an amazing listener; I just do all the things I hear.

Once, I mistakenly made my wife aware of my superpower of being able to repeat verbatim what she’d said. In my mind, this was the move to shut this nonsense down. What was to follow can only be described as a teachable moment.

Lesson one:

1. Do not under any circumstances let your wife know you can remember everything she says. STOP! I DO NOT CARE! We have an acceptable preprogrammed excuse in play. Learn to roll with it. By all means, keep your mouth shut. I know this is difficult. Especially, when you are troubled by responses you made to her during the conversation she had with you in her head.

Acceptable exceptions for the display of your superpower. The sweet, cute, thoughtful, and aww-evoking moments in life. Use your powers during these moments and all life will be infinitely better. Let me be clear at this point. There can be no good to come from pointing out flaws in their logic just for the sake of doing so.

I learned this lesson from a friend, an old-school cat daddy, who took me under his wing and started dropping jewels. He had one eye gone, and the other looked as if it had seen better days, but they were fearful. So, I figured he might have something important to say.

“Youngblood, hey, Youngblood,” he said motioning for me to join him. I stood there momentarily considering what he could possibly want.

“I know you see me, get over here, before I got to get up.” He threatened. Dante’ Mays had done time in at least three different states on multiple occasions. The chances of him making good on his threat were good.

For the next 45 minutes, he explained his version of life lessons. This happened some time ago and I still find myself referring back to the conversation that day. I had seen his wife, she was the sweetest woman you would ever want to meet, but she had this gaze. I wondered if she might have been the reason he lost his eye.

Lesson Two:

Pay attention to lesson one. Learn it, Know it, Live it.


Always listen to the whispers of the dark. They just might save you.

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As many of you know, I like to combine challenges. So, today we are combining Six Word Story and #WRITEPHOTO – Tour. Let’s get to it, shall we?

I don’t care, not riding that!

REBLOG: Recording References – Guest Post by Jaq D Hawkins…

I was reading Timeline by Michael Crichton and it was the first time, I remember seeing a bibliography in a novel. Like a good little geek, I checked every source. Now, it wasn’t like I thought Mr. Crichton had gotten anything wrong, it was for research purposes. You see I’m building a time machine in my basement and I need all the help I can get. This is a solid article another tool we as writers can add to our toolbox.

This is one for the non-fiction writers, though keeping a record could be useful for fiction writers who might use some facts, such as in fiction based on historical events or any story set in a real life place. Keeping a record of sources for facts can save you loads of time, even if you […]

Recording References – Guest Post by Jaq D Hawkins…

Java & Verse #6

One of my favorite forms of writing is poetry. For years I have been trying to figure why? Perhaps, in it’s many forms it represents the truth of us. The truth that is only told within the lines we write. There’s something majestic about poetry that can’t be explained in words no matter how hard we try. But at least we can do is highlight one of its many forms.

Acrostic Poems

Acrostic poems are a unique and creative expression used for centuries to captivate readers and convey profound messages. In this article, we will delve into the format of acrostic poems, exploring their structure, techniques, and the power they hold in making meaning come alive.

What is an Acrostic Poem?

An acrostic poem is a type of poetry where the first letter of each line when read vertically, spell out a word, phrase, or name. This format adds depth and meaning to the poem, as the chosen word or phrase often serves as a theme or central idea.

The Structure of Acrostic Poems:

Acrostic poems typically consist of multiple stanzas, with each line beginning with a letter that contributes to the hidden word or phrase. The number of lines in each stanza can vary, depending on the poet’s preference and the length of the word or phrase used.

Techniques for Crafting Acrostic Poems:

Choosing the central word or phrase: The first and most crucial step in creating an acrostic poem is selecting the word or phrase that will be spelled out vertically. This choice sets the tone and theme of the poem. Brainstorming: Once the central word or phrase is chosen, the poet can brainstorm words, phrases, or ideas associated with each letter. This helps in constructing meaningful and coherent lines for the poem. Wordplay and creativity: Acrostic poems allow for wordplay and creativity, as poets can experiment with different ways to express their thoughts and emotions within the constraints of the format.

The Power of Acrostic Poems:

Expressing hidden meanings: Acrostic poems provide an opportunity to subtly convey hidden meanings or messages within the poem. This adds an element of intrigue and depth to the reading experience. Engaging the reader: The format of acrostic poems engages the reader’s curiosity and encourages them to actively participate in deciphering the hidden word or phrase. It creates a sense of interaction between the poet and the reader. Enhancing memorability: Acrostic poems have a unique quality that makes them memorable. The deliberate arrangement of letters and the challenge of uncovering the hidden word or phrase leaves a lasting impression on the reader.

Example

Wailing
Howls
Incongruity
Solitude’s
Perdurable
Exemplary
Resolve

The Transcontinental Railroad: Connecting a Nation

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Introduction

I’ve been a history buff my whole life. I can quite literally spend emerged in the annals of time. Who, what, and why, the unsolved mysteries, or trying to separate truth from legend. My first love affair started with the Old West: the hats, the six-shooters strapped to them, and the steadfast sense of justice. 

One can’t talk about the Old West without talking about the trains. I remember as a boy walking the tracks; my arms outstretched while I tried rather unsuccessfully to keep my balance on the track. When I got older, I would jump from car to car. I still have an extreme fascination with trains. Let’s take a few moments to discuss the creation of the railroad. 

The Transcontinental Railroad stands as a monumental achievement in American history, forever changing the landscape of transportation and communication. Completed in 1869, this groundbreaking project connected the eastern and western coasts of the United States, spanning nearly 2,000 miles. In this post, we will explore the significance of the Transcontinental Railroad and its impact on the nation’s development.

A Triumph of Engineering

The construction of the Transcontinental Railroad was no small feat. The task of laying tracks across vast terrains, including rugged mountains and scorching deserts, required incredible engineering skills and determination. Thousands of workers, including Chinese immigrants, Irish immigrants, and Civil War veterans, toiled under harsh conditions to make this vision a reality. They faced numerous challenges, from blasting through mountains to traversing treacherous landscapes. The railroad’s completion shortened travel time from coast to coast from several months to just a matter of days, revolutionizing trade and commerce.

Uniting a Divided Nation

One of the most remarkable aspects of the Transcontinental Railroad was its role in unifying a divided nation. At its completion, the United States was still recovering from the wounds of the Civil War. The railroad acted as a symbol of progress and reconciliation, connecting the once-disparate regions of the country. It fostered economic growth, encouraged migration, and strengthened ties between communities. People from different backgrounds and walks of life came together to work on the railroad, forging new connections and friendships. The Transcontinental Railroad became a powerful force in promoting a sense of national identity and solidarity among Americans.

Revolutionizing Trade and Commerce

The Transcontinental Railroad had a profound impact on the nation’s economy. It opened up new markets and facilitated the transportation of goods across the country faster and more efficiently. Farmers and manufacturers now had access to larger consumer bases, leading to increased production and prosperity. The railroad also played a crucial role in the growth of urban centers along its route, stimulating the development of industries and creating new job opportunities. The Transcontinental Railroad transformed the United States into a global economic powerhouse, with goods flowing seamlessly from coast to coast.

Cultural Exchange and Innovation

The construction of the Transcontinental Railroad brought together people from diverse backgrounds and cultures. Former Slaves and Chinese immigrants played a significant role in building the railroad, contributing their expertise and labor. Their presence and contributions had a lasting impact on American society, shaping its cultural landscape. The Transcontinental Railroad spurred innovation and technological advancements. Engineers and inventors developed new methods and technologies to overcome the challenges of building the railroad, leading to advances in engineering, communication, and transportation that had far-reaching effects beyond the railroad itself.

Legacy and Impact

The completion of the Transcontinental Railroad was a monumental achievement that forever changed the course of American history. It not only connected the nation physically but also symbolized unity and progress. The railroad revolutionized transportation, fostered economic growth, and played a crucial role in the nation’s development. The impact of this extraordinary engineering feat can still be felt today, reminding us of the power of human ingenuity and the boundless possibilities of collaboration. The Transcontinental Railroad is a testament to the vision, dedication, and hard work of countless individuals who came together to connect a nation.

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Today, I going to combine a couple challenges.

The photo is from K.L. Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO PROMPT.

That’s a creepy looking treehouse, right?

Mixed Music Bag – Wk 38 – Nazareth

I found this challenge during my daily reading.

My response to Glyn’s challenge. N for November

Nazareth is a Scottish hard rock band formed in Dunfermline in 1968. My favorite jam from them is Love Hurts

REBLOG: The Emotion Thesaurus

So, I brought this book years ago, back when I brought everything that had something to do with writing. I felt if I was going to become a better writer I needed every book on the subject. Quickly, I discovered there were far too many books on the subject for to purchase. Just my luck.

However, as it turns out, it was my luck I purchased a few books in this series and found them to be valuable tools in the craft. So many times as writers we find ourselves using the same groups of words in the things we no matter the size of our vocabulary. This book and books like assist us in finding better way to convey what we are trying to say.

Pick it up and read it. You won’t be sorry!

writershelpingwriters.net/the-emotion-thesaurus-a-writers-guide-to-character-expression/

REBLOG: Tightening Our Prose: Filter Words

I found this post while reading another article. Sometimes, you just sorta stumble into stuff. I read the article and was shocked on how much it applied to me. Excellent article. Check it out!

storyempire.com/2023/08/14/tightening-our-prose-filter-words/

Brothers in Arms

PROSE – VETERAN’S DAY REFLECTION

I’ve said on this blog that we have two families in life. The one we are born with and the one we choose. This concept has always been more than words for me. It’s been the way I was raised, and I live still. Today, Veteran’s Day, I going to take a moment and showcase my brothers.

These yahoo’s on each side of me are veterans.

The above picture is one of the few times we were together. Our lives are hectic, but we made it happen that day. The gentleman flashing the peace sign is the oldest. He was in the Marine Corps and whipped my skinny butt into shape before Army basic training. On the opposite side, he was in the Army Signal Corps and taught me what it meant to be a member of the Signal Corps. Their guidance and toughness laid the cornerstone of who I am.


Each of these men also served in the military; the top three were in the Navy, and my cousin was in the Army. These men helped me put the pieces back together again after my wife died. They reminded me who I was and what I stood for. I’m indebted to them for life.

As veterans, service and duty aren’t things we are born to; it’s what we learn. In many ways, we are the better for it. In others, that is a cost. Some more than others, but a cost, just the same. During the time we wore the uniform, we did our thang. Nothing or no one can take that away from us. It’s an honor to be among you all.

Happy Veteran’s Day

We Salute You

I woke up this morning fired up. Another glorious day to be above ground. I started this off like this …

I jammed this song before many missions

I Hate Shopping

Share Your World 23rd October

Here are this week’s questions about shopping habits:

1.  When food shopping, do you prefer to shop online or in person? I do a great deal of online shopping for convenience, but I prefer to walk the aisles and see the things that aren’t on the website. Plus, you have an opportunity to examine your purchase before leaving the store. I can’t count the number of times I’ve purchased something online and be disappointed when it arrives. It’s almost like they have a magic camera when taking photos for the website.
2.  Do you take/stick to a shopping list? I’ve always made a list in my head. I typically purchase only the things I intend to purchase. Online shopping makes the need for a list easier to stick to.
3.  Do you shop around or are you store loyal for convenience? I’m pretty loyal if the service and they have the product I’m looking for. However, I believe in having a backup plan, so I often look around at several stores before settling down with a single store.
4.  Roughly how long does it take you to do a weekly shop? It depends on what I need to purchase. Typically it takes me about two hours.

FedEx, Strange Money, and Who Am I?

Here’s my response to Pensitivity101’s Share Your World

This week on her is a lovely tribute. It is in the memories of others that we truly achieve immortality. May we all become immortal.

Do you ever feel more excited about getting the package in the mail, rather than the item that’s in it? Yes, there have many times I received a package and wondered what goodies am I about to receive. I’ve been let down too many times, to be specific.

What is the difference between your ideal self and your real self? (i.e. what attribute or physical feature would allow you feel the ideal ‘you’?) I wish I saw myself as something else. I wonder who I would become? What would be the ideal version of myself? Would I be suave? Charismatic? Perhaps I would live on a mountain in an unknown region, communing with the birds. Wouldn’t it be cool to learn a bird language? In this ideal version of myself, would I still be a writer?


However, I’m not that fortunate. I am just a simple man living my life as best I can. I embrace my faults and learn from them. Some lessons are costly, and others not so much. Yet, no matter the cost, each is full of wisdom. I need the patience to listen. Who I am may not work for some, but it’s good enough for me. Everyone else is already taken. This includes any fantasy version of myself. I’m a writer, so I can make myself pretty sweet. However, The Madre has always urged me to use my powers for good. If I’m nothing else, I strived to be a good son.

If you found $2,000 on the ground and there were no witnesses, what would you do with it? I would turn it to the local authorities. Some folks are looking at this answer and saying, “Yeah, right, you would turn it in.” But I would. I’ve lost money before, and someone turned it in. I’m very thankful for that honest person. So why not pay it forward?

Are you ever morally obliged to take action? Under what circumstances? Yes, whenever I can assist people in need. As long as it doesn’t interfere with my responsibilities to my family. When this occurs, it usually affects how much I can assist. My code doesn’t allow me to say no.

REBLOG: Why Do You Write?

REBLOG: WITH A RESPONSE TO THE POST

I was overvisiting Anita’s blog, catching up on my reading. I’m so far behind. I came across two of her posts concerning writing. This particular blog post struck a nerve. I’ve been considering retiring from the workforce and packing up my truck, camera, cat, and grandson to shoot some pictures. Though photography is a favorite hobby, I’ve considered doing more with it.

Despite the joy I receive from on-the-road shooting pictures, photography alone doesn’t do it for me. I need to write every day. I don’t have any control over this compulsion. I’m a slave to it, so to speak. I had a pen in my hand long before I had a camera. However, I have discussed my feelings about writing. I can’t say for sure if I discussed why I write clearly.

I can’t point to one reason for writing simply. However, I think I can describe what happens when I write. When it come to writing, I used to confess the echoes of madness from the crevasses of my mind. It tames my demons. It’s like I feel them settling down in front of the fireplace with a cup of tea and opening to the page of the current book they are reading. Yes, of course, my demons read. I don’t particularly care for their favorite genres, but we make work.

Writing is how I clear the thoughts whispered to me throughout the day. I can relax. I can feel like a regular person, even if it’s only until I finish a chapter. I have to tell stories, or I’ll lose my mind. It’s my way of separating the negative thoughts from the positive ones. I understand the necessity of the existence of both. Writing is how I attempt to find the balance I so desperately need.

REBLOG: Write Better Action Scenes: Make It About the Characters – by K.M. Weiland…

Write Better Action Scenes: Make It About the Characters – by K.M. Weiland…

Worn out carpet, Bubble baths, and the Boob Tube

Here are this week’s questions (which are nothing to do with Halloween):

  1. Do you have carpets, rugs, laminating flooring, tiles, or wooden floors (or something else) in your property. I always wanted shag carpet. Only because I liked the name. I enjoyed how it sounded when I said it. Currently, I have an old single ply carpet. I’m pretty sure it screams each time I walk into the kitchen. However, my preferred flooring is wooden floors. I love the coolness on the bottom of my feet as I walk through the house in the winter. How it feels as it warms after I get the fireplace going.
  2. Do you have a bathtub and separate shower, or a combination of the two? Back during the fancy years, I had a stand alone shower. It worked great in the mornings. Waiting for your turn in the bathroom blows. I had a house full of daughters, so bathroom time was precious. Now, I have run of the mill garden variety combo. Nothing fancy, but it gets the job done.
  3. What is your favourite room of the house, and why?
    My office. This is where the magic happens. This place I can go and be myself. I get to create some of the most amazing things. Like the boy who’s afraid to talk to the girl of his dreams because he has one leg longer than the other. Something you don’t even notice unless he tells you.

    Mr. Crabtree has been sitting by the window over medicated for six months. He doesn’t complain because somewhere in the back of his mind, he feels he deserves this fate. He watches the night nurses grope one another. He hears them talking about how stoned he is. How he couldn’t tell a soul about what he sees. Then, one day, everything changes. He smells a hint of lilac and lavender. A soft, loving voice is speaking in his ear. He can’t believe this person is talking to him. This was the day he met Rose.
  4.  How many televisions do you have? too many. 4 total. 2 for watching the tele and 2 serve as monitors for my desktop

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I’ve never done one of these before, but I enjoy them. I think it has something to do with the brevity of it. The power of less is more. So, true to fashion I will combine a few challenges. Let’s see if I get any of them right.

The picture is courtesy of the Melissa Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge

Love, devotion, sacrifice by any means

REBLOG: The Rise and Fall of Solomon – Wisdom In All Things

Currently, I was research for an essay discussing wisdom and humanity and I came across this lovely article discussing King Solomon. Give it a read.

The rise and fall of Solomon centers on how a divided heart can destroy a kingdom. Only God’s ways result in God’s desired outcomes.
— Read on www.wisdominallthings.com/the-rise-and-fall-of-solomon/

Cash, Chess pie, and a Well Fitted Suit

Share Your World – 16th October.

Here are this week’s questions:

  1.   What is your favourite dessert? This is a difficult question for me because I’m diabetic. So, officially I hate dessert. However, before diabetes, I had a three dessert rotation depending on the situation. For quick fixes, there are freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. They must be soft, not the crunchy kind. Most store brought brands are trash. However, there is a Canadian brand that is quite nice. Secondly, Pecan pie, is there anything more that needs to be said about its scrumptiousness. Lastly, my mother-in-law’s Chess pie. Now, this might take a minute because my mouth is watering thinking about it. She stopped making them when she reached her eighties, and my brother-in-law took over the baking duties. I love him, but he’s fired.
  2.   Do you still use cash to pay for goods? Not really much anymore. Perhaps I should. The world of electronic currency is a little unsettling. However, it’s hard to remain old school when you have vendors who don’t take cash. Get this? They have the nerve to charge you a convenience fee.
  3.   Apart from a house, car, or holiday, what is the most expensive thing you’ve purchased? My video equipment, my Sony FS-5, and Macbook Pro lead the charge. If we add the peripherals, the price is ridiculous. However, it’s been several years, and the equipment is still very well. So, with the quality, I pretty much forgot about the price.
  4.   If you are going out for a special occasion, what is your favoured outfit? Any special occasion I wear a tailored suit and shirt.

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PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

I feel like writing today. There have been so many days where I didn’t feel it, but wrote anyway. I can’t explain or put my finger on the difference. I’m unsure if I need to or if it’s all that important. What’s important to me right now is that I’m feeling it. Today, I not going to fight it.

Perhaps, it’s because

I saw the Moon in a clear blue sky.
So close I could touch it.
It has magical powers, they say
I believe them.

Perhaps it’s because

I saw the clouds glow when they were touched by the Sun.
A bird chirped as it flew by
A stray cat rubbed against my leg
I had a meeting with a friend that didn’t suck

I don’t know why today feels this way, but strap in.

REBLOG: Nguyen Thi Phuong Tram’s

I keep returning to this piece because it speaks to my current needs. I really need to let go of so many things that I’ve held on to for so long. It almost seems like I might be cutting away a part of me. Yes, I’ve held them for that long. Sometimes I wonder why we covet the chaos of madness rather than the serenity of sanity. Great piece here!

http://nguyenthiphuongtram.com/2023/10/31/with-intention-i-will-trim-and-cut/

REBLOG: The Creative Chic’s poem

This is a powerful piece. It fills me with sadness, love, and hope. It reminds me of when my wife died and how much I loved her. I never got to say goodbye, but I hope someday she will be able to look the way she did and tell me I’m still crazy… just crazy!

RC Cola, Moon pies, and the loss of Innocence

Share Your World 2nd October Response.

Here are this week’s questions:
1.  When you were a child, did you have your friends round for tea even if it wasn’t your birthday? Were you invited to stay for tea at a friend’s house? I was raised in America, so the only we had was Sun Tea. Which consisted of placing Lipton tea bags in a large jar and sitting it on the porch. I forgot about sweet tea. We love our sweet tea and lemonade. The closest thing to what this question asked is my friends and I would scrouge change and go down to the filling station to buy RC Cola and a Moon Pie. We’d sit on the curb eating our pie and drinking our pop, like kings of the four blocks that comprised our neighborhood.

2.  What was your first job in adult life? I joined the military right out of high school. There is nothing more to say about that.

3.  Do you enjoy shopping (food, clothes, gifts etc)? I hate shopping for the most part. I mainly purchase books and electronics. Used bookstores are my happy place. I must remain calm when I find a treasure I have been looking for months. Weirdly, people stare at you like you’re a lunatic when you get all excited about a book find. As a child, they would shake their heads with looks of pity on their faces. I would overhear them saying, “Don’t stare! I told you about staring at God’s special people. That poor child.” For a while, I didn’t know they were talking about me. When I did discover it, I whooped a little louder.

4.  What was the best bargain you ever got? I’m not sure if this is considered a bargain or not. Since the word bargain is a bit subjective. It really depends on the person and the item. I walked into a pawn shop once and saw a stack of LP’s on the shelf for sale. The stack was riddled with no name band in the last twenty years, but as I reached the bottom of the pile, I struck gold. I found an original pressing of Howlin Wolf’s London Sessions. Quickly, I took it to the counter to purchase. Turns out the owner of the store was an old friend from back when we both had hair, and our eyes hadn’t seen all the things we had. In a way, back when we were both innocent.

You’re not Living Up to Your Potential, Young Man.

Here is my response to the Share Your World challenge

  1. Do you remember your first teacher at school? Of course, I do! How can I forget the woman who introduced me to nap time on a blue and red mat with white trim? Looking back, It seems I was destined to sleep on the ground on a foam mat, much thinner I might add. In the military, I didn’t sleep when I was supposed to either. Despite this, my first teacher was pretty cool. She visited me in the hospital after my gymnast attempt fiasco.
  2. What was your best and worst subjects? I can’t remember my best subject I pretty much sucked at all of them. I do remember being bored for most of grade school. However, there were a few high points. The Monarch butterfly and acting out plays. There was a girl who was stupid smart who always would read a book and turn it into a play. I think we were in the third grade. She is probably some famous playwright or something. I’d look her up if I could just remember her name. Susie, Blanche, Mara, none of those sound right. I’m going to chuck that one into the L column.
  3. Were you encouraged in class or did you just muddle along? Of course, I was encouraged I went to a great school. However, I did muddle along. This is when I heard the statement that followed me for the rest of my academic career. “Young man, you are working at your potential.” Nearly every teacher either said it to my mother’s face, which by the way were dark times for me, or wrote on my report card. My mother worked her butt off. Here I was playing around in school. I had one job, you know?
  4. Would you like to be a student today? I pretty much have outgrown a good portion of my shenanigans, however, I still pepper a bit of high jinxes for flavor. I wouldn’t want anyone who knew me back then to think I’m reformed or something. One of my teachers attended one of my lectures, years ago. She waited until after I finished and came up to me. She had this expression that mixed with confusion and pride all at once. She asked if I was the little that gave her such a hard time in english class. I was taken back by the question. I was lecturing somewhere other than my hometown so I wasn’t expecting someone to actually know me.

    She was an older version of herself. She hadn’t put weight and looked rather striking for her age. I smiled and nodded. She hugged me and we had coffee. I started going on about Gordon Weaver and she rolled right with me. Then the phone came out and it was picture time. Children, grandchildren, and have you been occupied the remainder of our conversation. As she left, she paused and looked back, and told me she always believed in me. Then she turned and walked away.

    If I had believed in myself, perhaps, it wouldn’t have taken me so long to get things going in the right direction.

Image by Swastik Arora from Pixabay

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PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

Yesterday, when I was working on the post, Bedlam & Mayhem, I had no idea what was going on in the world at the time. I met a woman once who talked about the world being connected by what she called vibrations. At the time, I was too young to understand what she meant by the statement.

I’m unsure if I understand the statement now. I must admit when I encounter things that fall in this category. Let me be clear: I’m referring to when you feel strongly about a subject and write something about it. Whether or not you publish your thoughts about the subject. The important thing is writing about a subject that’s happening, and you have no prior knowledge of its occurrence as you write. This reminds me of the title of Norman Mailer’s book on writing called “The Spooky Art.”

Honestly, this has happened more than I care to admit. I don’t have any special powers or anything like that. find it peculiar you can write about something so moving, and it’s actually happening. It’s almost like every story is waiting to be heard. If you allow me to be a little more hippie-dippy for a moment, I remember hearing once that magic still exists, but we as people forgot about it and forgotten how to tap into it.

After some research, I discovered there had been a mass shooting in over seven major cities over the past weekend. I don’t have the words. Perhaps we can start with spooky. For both the events and the writing about them.

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PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

Insomnia is back. It was harder than usual this time as if she had something to prove. Like I had been two-timing her that slut Slumber, her word, not mine. The truth is Slumber has been good as of late. Her tender caresses lulled me into a much needed state. My body has been enduring a special kind of hell brought on by my devotion to Insomnia. In the wee hours of the morning, I lay there staring at the ceiling as if some cosmic truth would be revealed at any moment. The answer to an unasked existential question would materialize from the shadows. My notebook lay open at my desk. My Parker lay next to it.

“Psst…Psst.” I heard the Parker whisper.

I refused to surrender to temptation. I stayed strong. I am committed to the cause of what I don’t know. I’m so tired I don’t care.

Dawn’s arrived; her light caressed my body and whispered my name, “Mangus! Mangus!” Each time, a little louder in her honey voice. I raise my head, but Slumber pulls me back. I felt her warm breath across my ear, and then I felt a flick of her tongue on my ear lobe. I resist and sit on the edge of the bed. I look back at her. Her gaze is majestic, her touch serene.

“Go, I’ll be here when you get back,” she whispered.

I yawn and head out the door.

Late Night Groove #17

I pumped a lot of iron listening to this song. I don’t understand why I’ve been moved so much by this track. Perhaps it was because I felt like a zombie after returning from deployment. I’ve been listening to it while I wrote these posts tonight. It still has a hold on me. It’s powerful yet soothing. The words seem to be flowing. Tonight’s Late Night Groove is Zombie by The Cranberries.

Late Night Groove #16

Usually, on Late Nigh Groove, I post favorites from the past. However, tonight, I’ve decided to post a track from a current artist. Tonight’s track is Machine Gun by Badflower. I’ve seen this band several times, and they are great. I’d love to see where their talent will take them.

Late Night Groove #15

Since it’s Saturday night, I figured I would share a few, just a few of my favorite songs about Saturday night. It’s weird that I typically listen to them anytime other than Saturday night. Most of these songs are from my youth. I was watching MTV in front of my parents’ floor model television. I wore out cassette tapes playing these songs on boomboxes and car stereos. I remember being sweaty from dancing on the dance floor with my latest crush. I hope you enjoy them like I did.






There’s So Much To Do

Daily writing prompt
Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive?
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PROSE – DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

Today, I realized I don’t have the mindset to have a lazy day and relax. I grew up believing you worked hard throughout the week and did chores around the house on the weekends. Saturday was the primary day of work. Sunday, I finished things up and prepared for the upcoming week. This logic has been the way, and I find no fault in its structure.

It’s strange how life can change your perspective on things whether you like it or not. I’ve mentioned my recent illness, which has caused me to change my lifestyle. Well, I am attempting to change it. Old habits are hard to break. I require much more rest than usual. I’m napping frequently and not getting a damn thing done. WTF, I appear to be getting soft. I can’t be having that. However, I must be honest with myself.

Honestly, I view my lack of progress in my chores around the house as unproductive, but in reality, getting a proper rest is very productive. I just need to be patient with myself.

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PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

It’s been a long week; I wasn’t sure I would make it. Work wasn’t particularly stressful, but I struggled mentally to get through it. I had a photoshoot yesterday, and I’d forgotten how physically taxing photoshoots can be. It was an open area shoot of a fantastic community event. I felt alive until the end of the day. My shoulders ached, and my legs felt like rubber. I fell asleep trying to process the photos from the shoot.

Despite the struggle, I got some beautiful shots I wish I could share but can’t. I didn’t have the opportunity to shoot any artistic shots. I was too busy, and I still haven’t regained all the strength from my recent illness. So today, I’m worn out. However, it’s through strife that we gain strength of character. Also, each day is a blessing and not a curse. Stay strong and keep fighting.

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PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

Sometimes, the day just sucks. That’s how it is. No amount of positive affirmations can wipe away the stench of the day. Politics instead of actually doing something that matters. We can’t actually help some one. We play the role of helping and wait for the smiles of gratitude for your faux assistance. You drown in a vat of your own contempt.

A woman walking the halls we like she owns the place. Not because she is being rude or commanding, but because we are willing to give here whatever she needs. You don’t have an option, its just the right thing to do. I watch the plastic people trip over themselves and I continue watching, wondering …What I have to do?

Late Night Groove #14

Tonight, on Late Night Groove, we are traveling back to 1969. The band we know as Chicago was formed in 1967. However, when they were formed they were called the Chicago Transit Authority. In 1969, they released their debut album. Here is one of my favorite tracks from that album.

Late Night Groove # 13

Tonight on Late Night Groove, we are traveling to 1973 to play a track from one of my favorite albums. Herbie Hancock has always been a visionary when it came to music. My generation remembers break dancing or pop-locking to Rock It. I must have played that 12-inch to death. I remember my mother cringing each time she heard the opening. Luckily, my mother was a music lover; I’m convinced this is where I got my love for music.

The Madre had a sneaky side; she laid out various jazz albums around the house for me to find. This is when I discovered Herbie Hancock had more music out there than the music I knew. In 1973, he released an album entitled Headhunters, which featured the standard “Watermelon Man.” Though I love the track, I prefer a track I discovered on the B-Side of a 12-inch from my collection. The track is called “Chameleon”. This track is over 15 minutes long, but I find myself getting lost in the magic of it.

Late Night Groove #12

I remember the first time I heard this song. I fell in love with it instantly. I was so young, but it felt like this song was going to be the title track to life. In many ways, I think it has been.

It is funny how some songs stick with us for a lifetime, even though how we feel about them changes. Somehow, they remain important. However, it’s freaky how some music that meant so much to us at the time, when played again years later, doesn’t hit the same. Isn’t it like that for everything?

Whispers of the Dark #12

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

I sighed heavily as I sat down to partake in a meal scarcely worth the coin. This meal is just another example of something we have little control over. I was eating because you’re supposed to, not because I was hungry. We are creatures of habit, products of routine, drones of a cosmic age. Moments ago, the sun was beating on the back of my neck, warming my entire being, As I sat alone in silence, lost in thought, waiting. Unsure what was to come. Yet, I sat waiting. I open my notebook. 

It’s incredible what one hears in the silence. In this world, there isn’t any silence, not really. The noise is deafening, televisions blaring, but no one is listening. Humanity seems lost in the world of tiny screens and wrapped in the lives of make-believe. We are judging reality with contempt for having the nerve to be unfilling. We are having conversations that we aren’t paying attention to. Only to become offended for being misunderstood. We are spending our time poking fun at the unfortunate. Secretly, thankful we aren’t them.

It’s funny how one can never control when the words come or what they truly mean. We write and write until the movement has passed. Now, the once empty page; full. Turning the page, waiting for the next word to appear from the nothingness. Waiting for magic!

Kiss the Girls for Me

PROSE – REFLECTION/INTROSPECTION

For most of my children’s lives, I was a soldier doing what was required for God and country. Because of this fact, I’ve always felt they didn’t have the father they deserved. This feeling didn’t stop there. I also felt their mother should have picked a better man to build a family. I didn’t feel this way because of anything my girls had done or said. It was just me looking back over things. I wouldn’t change my decision to marry their mother. I just wish I was around more. Yet, I always asked her to kiss the girls for me.

I can certainly say with confidence the hardest job I have ever had has been being a father of daughters. I often wondered if God was trying to get me back for my youthful indiscretions. I learned as much from them as they learned from me. They have made me a better man than I could have been without them. They had to endure a moody stoic who would rather write down his thoughts than verbalize them. A man suffering from a condition I didn’t know existed.

Despite this you still love me, so on this day National Daughter’s Day, I thank you for your assistance in making me a better version of who I am. I apologize for not having the courage to get help sooner. I love you, and you must never doubt this …

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PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR/PROSE/RANDOM THOUGHTS

Today’s been a good day. There were a few moments where I felt like crap, but they were temporary. Perhaps things are returning to normal. I’m a little fearful to say it aloud; I might jinx it. I was walking into the store to pick up a few items, and when I got to the register, I realized I wasn’t tired. Smiling, as I returned to my truck, I looked up and saw this strange sky.

I couldn’t help but wonder if this sky represented my current state. I spent the weekend listening to a lot of hippie-dippie stuff. I think this hippie-dippie stuff might be affecting my brain; someone give me a cigarette. That’s right I’m supposed to be quitting.

REBLOG: The Skeptic’s Kaddish latest

I’ve been reading this blog since my return. I always find it insightful and informative. If you haven’t had the pleasure of reading his work, What are you waiting for? Get over there!

Whispers of the Dark #11

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

I hear your laughter as I write this. I hear the sound your disdain makes as it oozes from your lips. Who I am isn’t enough to satisfy you. Who I am is nothing more than a source of laughter. Certainly, nothing to be respected or loved. I knew who I was when we met. Somewhere along the way, I began believing I was more than I am. If you think about it, the notion is rather pathetic. I realize and accept dealing with me was something done in desperation, something done as a last resort.

I don’t have to guess why this occurred. There is a preponderance of evidence. Yet, my denial is commodious. Foolishly, I opened my heart, knowing I had nothing to offer. I’m a destroyer of love on so many levels; what right do I have to be loved. I suppose, in a way, I’m a selfish jerk who forgot what they had done. Do you believe in fate? Do I have the strength to pull the trigger? Do I have the courage to accept the truth as it stares right in my face?

Standing listening to the whispering darkness as they perforate the perpetual silence. I taste the blood of the wounds neath my scars. I bathe in the memories of the delusion of us I created. I remember your smile, and for one second, I’m hopeful. I wish I could write away the pain of truth. But I have never been that good.

Your silence speaks the truth…

Yet I believe in the lie, it’s safe. Its warmth is soothing like only a lie can do. I wanted to be there for you. I wanted to be someone you could count on. However, your expression speaks the unspeakable. Still, I sit letting the thoughts free flow. I swallow the tears of beautiful lies. I’m praying somewhere in between delusion and reality there is something there. Something telling me I haven’t been lying to myself all this time.

Whatever it is; I’m accountable. I must be strong despite myself. I used to be afraid of the light and noise. Now I must embrace …

The Whispers of the Dark

Choose one? .. Do I have to?

Daily writing prompt
What’s your favorite word?

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

It’s ridicolous to ask a writer to choose their favorite word. I’m sure many of us have one, but to call us out. Is that even cool?

Of course, it isn’t. So, I’m going to pretend you didn’t even pose such an absurd query. What’s that now? Let’s not waste time with such foolishness.

It was the sixties, I made my entrance with a bang, if I so myself. We listened to peculiar jiggles that were designed to attach themselves to whatever portion of the brain that allow you to forget it. I wish I knew the name of it, perhaps, I wouldn’t have forgotten her name.

It started with this nonsense

Somewhere along the way, words become essential. Yeah, of course, words are important. They are how we communicate. Perhaps the word I’m looking for to explain better the intensity I’m trying to convey. Should I pull out my dictionary and thesaurus?

It’s hard to concentrate because there aso many wonderful words to choose from. I guess I need to speak plainly. I became obsessed with words. I badgered my mother into purchasing a dictionary larger than my head. She finally relented and brought the dictionary with my first journal.

I hadn’t heard of a thesaurus when I started my quest to learn every word. A student teacher, whose name I forgotten, began to explain about the dictionariers mythical companion. She smiled with her eyes and her eyes were the kindest I can remember seeing. She also discussed Schoolhouse Rock with me.

My Secret Superhero

Looking back, I don’t she was very old. At the very least she was still in touch with her inner child. Her guidance helped shaped the writer I eventually became. I just wish I could remember her name.

~thanks for reading~

Have I told about the time…?

Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.

PROSE – RECOLLECTION

I’ve been cooking ever since I was about eight years old. I’m not a chef, but I can hold my own in the kitchen. I often find myself complaining about the local cuisine. So much, my lady questions me every time I get takeout. Plus, there have been some mishaps concerning my dietary restrictions. So, she believes to resolve these issues is to cook at home.

Now, did I ever tell you about when I tried to add MRE’s dishes to my menu?

My main food source for years.

Meals Ready to Eat (MRE) has been a source of rations for the military for a number of years. I and several others have learned to make these meals taste a little better than how they come out of the package. If you look online, I’m sure you find thousands of recipes. When I started eating these, there was a different package, and I don’t remember there being a heater. There may have been one, but I honestly can’t remember.

We learned to eat a lot of meals cold. My unit was on the move, and cold meals became the standard. When we were able to stay stationary, we heated things up. However, this wasn’t very often.

So, I got married, had kids, and all that. The kids wanted to know what I ate while I was away. So I brought a few home and told them about them.

Over time, you learn which meals contain the different sides. Apple vs. grape jelly, peanut butter or cheese spread, things like that. Obtaining the ingredients and getting the portions correct can be a delicate process. We had all the ingredients. Then, we started putting everything together when my pager went off. I hurriedly gave my middle daughter the instructions, grabbed my go-bag, and headed out the door. As I walked out, she repeated everything to me, and I assured her she had it down. She did, except for one thing. Heat.

I returned a month later, but I never did get the full story of what happened. I was summarily banned from the kitchen. It took decades before I was granted access to the kitchen on a provisional basis. I thought the whole affair comical; being blamed for something, and I wasn’t even there. Honestly, I think me leaving in the middle of fun time with the kids with the problem.

~thanks for reading~

Dyslexia: Understanding and Overcoming Challenges

When I first heard the word Dyslexia, I didn’t understand what it meant. Oh, I’ve always been able to define the term. Yet, my understanding was rudimentary. It wasn’t until I had a conversation with someone who lives with the condition that I gained a better undestanding of the condition. As I researched the content of this article I still found my understanding to be lacking. There are so many different dynamics to the condition. Let’s get into it.

Dyslexia is a complex learning disorder affecting individuals’ reading, writing, and spelling ability. It is important to note that Dyslexia is not a reflection of intelligence or effort but rather a neurological condition requiring support and understanding. Dyslexia can be hereditary, making recognizing and supporting those with it important. They may also need help with memory, time management, and understanding jokes and idioms. Today, I want to examine the signs and symptoms, the diagnosis process, available support, effective coping strategies, and types of the condition. This information is only an overview and not meant to replace professional assistance.

Signs and Symptoms

Recognizing the signs and symptoms of Dyslexia is crucial for early identification and intervention. Some common indicators of Dyslexia include:

  • Difficulty in Reading: Individuals with Dyslexia often struggle with word recognition and decoding. They may need help reading fluently and require extra time to process written information.
  • Spelling Difficulties: Dyslexia can also manifest as spelling difficulties. Individuals may need help spelling words correctly and may rely on phonetic spelling or guesswork.
  • Writing and Organizational Challenges: Expressing thoughts and ideas in writing can be challenging for people with Dyslexia. They may struggle with organizing their thoughts on paper and find it difficult to write coherently.
  • Understanding and Following Instructions: Dyslexia can impact an individual’s ability to understand and follow instructions. Impairing their ability to perform daily tasks that require following directions.
  • Sequencing and Memory Difficulties: Individuals with Dyslexia may struggle with sequencing and remembering information, affecting their ability to comprehend and recall details in academic and everyday settings.

Diagnosis and Support

Diagnosing Dyslexia involves comprehensive evaluations conducted by professionals trained in learning disabilities. These evaluations assess reading and writing abilities and cognitive processes related to language and literacy skills. Early diagnosis and intervention are crucial for providing appropriate support and strategies to help individuals with Dyslexia succeed academically and in other areas of life.

Support for individuals with Dyslexia may include:

  • Multisensory Instruction Techniques: These techniques engage multiple senses, such as sight, sound, and touch, to reinforce learning and improve reading and writing skills.
  • Assistive Technologies: Various assistive technologies, such as text-to-speech software or speech recognition tools, can assist individuals with Dyslexia in accessing and processing written information.
  • Individualized Education Plans: Individualized education plans (IEPs) are customized objectives outlining specific accommodations, modifications, and goals for students.
  • Reading Intervention Programs: Reading intervention programs focus on improving reading skills, comprehension, and fluency. These programs may include specialized techniques and strategies tailored to the needs of individuals with Dyslexia.

Coping Strategies

While Dyslexia presents challenges, individuals with Dyslexia can develop various coping strategies to manage their difficulties and enhance their reading and writing skills. Some effective coping strategies include:

  • Breaking Down Words: Breaking down words into smaller parts can make them more manageable for individuals with Dyslexia. This technique helps improve word recognition and decoding abilities.
  • Visual Aids and Color-Coding: Visual aids, such as charts, diagrams, and color-coding, can enhance understanding and retention of information. Using colors to highlight important concepts or organize ideas can be particularly helpful.
  • Practicing Reading Aloud: Reading aloud helps individuals with Dyslexia improve their reading fluency and comprehension. This practice allows them to hear the words and sentences, reinforcing their understanding.
  • Utilizing Assistive Technology Tools: Assistive technology tools, such as speech-to-text software or digital spell-checkers, can assist individuals with Dyslexia in writing and editing tasks.
  • Seeking Support: Seeking support from teachers, peers, and family members is essential for individuals with Dyslexia. Encouragement, understanding, and assistance can create a supportive environment that fosters growth and success.

Types of Dyslexia

Dyslexia can manifest in different ways, and there are various types of Dyslexia that individuals may experience.

  • Phonological Dyslexia is the most common type of Dyslexia. Individuals with this type of Dyslexia have difficulty connecting sounds to letters or groups of letters. They may struggle with phonemic awareness, which is the ability to identify and manipulate individual sounds in words. Phonological Dyslexia can make it challenging for individuals to sound out words, decode unfamiliar terms, and spell accurately.
  • Surface Dyslexia involves individuals having difficulty recognizing words as whole units. Individuals with this type of Dyslexia may struggle with sight word recognition, which can impact reading fluency. They may rely heavily on decoding strategies and work with irregularly spelled words. Surface dyslexia often coexists with phonological Dyslexia.
  • Rapid Naming Dyslexia, or rapid automatized naming deficit, involves difficulties in quickly naming or retrieving familiar objects or symbols. Individuals with this type of Dyslexia may have trouble with fluency and speed in reading and writing tasks. They may experience delays in processing visual information and struggle with word retrieval.
  • Visual Dyslexia, also called visual processing disorder, relates to difficulties in processing and interpreting visual information. Individuals with visual Dyslexia may experience challenges in recognizing and differentiating letters, numbers, or symbols. They may have trouble with visual tracking, affecting reading comprehension and fluency.
  • Attentional Dyslexia is associated with difficulties sustaining attention and focus during reading tasks. Individuals with this type of Dyslexia may find it challenging to stay engaged while reading, leading to decreased comprehension and slower reading speed. Attentional Dyslexia is often seen in individuals with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD).It is important to remember that these types of Dyslexia are not mutually exclusive, and individuals with Dyslexia may exhibit a combination of these difficulties. Additionally, the severity of Dyslexia can vary from person to person.Understanding the different types of Dyslexia can help educators, parents, and individuals with Dyslexia develop appropriate strategies and interventions to support reading and learning. By recognizing individuals’ specific challenges, we can create an inclusive and supportive environment that empowers individuals with Dyslexia to reach their full potential.If you or someone you know struggles with Dyslexia, remember that resources, support networks, and interventions are available to help. Together, we can break down barriers and promote a more inclusive society for individuals with Dyslexia.

Related Articles:

Dyslexia in Adults: Symptoms, Treatments, and More

Dyslexia and ADHD: Know What to Do When They Happen Together

Conclusion

Dyslexia is a unique learning disorder requiring understanding and support. By raising awareness about Dyslexia and providing the necessary resources, we can empower individuals with Dyslexia to reach their full potential. Remember, Dyslexia doesn’t define a person’s intelligence or capabilities. With the proper support, interventions, and strategies, individuals with Dyslexia can succeed in various areas of life and contribute their unique talents to the world.

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PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

REO Speedwagon’s Ridin’ the Storm Out sets the tone for the morning. I’ve no idea what going on, but I feel like writing. Of course, this happens while I’m at the office. Ursula, my muse, is sitting here in the office like she is a client or something. Knowing, damn well she’s being a pain in the ass.

She’s looking me pouting as I type these words, like there is heat in them. She knows if she keeps whispering, I’m going to write a story or a bit of prose.

Really? the twirling the hair thing? It’s like that?

She smiles and snaps her fingers

Malcolm Young playing rhythm …

Here comes Angus’s power chord … shit

I look over at Ursula and her eyes are sparkling and her hips begin to sway as Bon Scott begins to do his thing.

I sit here trying to fight off the tremors that come every time I hear this song. I know there is no use, but its adorable I try.

Ursula, uses this song every time

All right, Ursula

If you want ink? You got it!

REBLOG: Truth

A friend sent this video to me on Instagram. I thought it was powerful enough to share.

Truth

What are your thoughts on what this gentleman has to say? Please share them.

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What motivates you?

PROSE – INTROSPECTION

I sit thinking about the question before me. As usual, I overthink everything. Qualification is a necessity before answering the simplest question: insanity, a worthy description of my state of being and actions. I believe I’m slow dancing on the edge, but I’m drowning in the middle of an abyss I conjured.

The only thing that keeps me going is my grit. My ability to withstand all I subject myself to. No person has the power to affect you unless you allow them to. Yes, the power they have over you was gifted to them by you. I know, right? That’s the rub. Understanding this concept is the easy part.

Regaining your power won’t be easy. It may be the hardest thing we have to do.

Learn to swim …

I’ll see you in the deep end. I’ll be the guy struggling just like you.

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How are you feeling right now?

PROSE – INTROSPECTION

Somewhere in the admist these series of events called life, I began to believe a lie. No, no, no not a lie told to me. I wish it was that easy, something that simple. You can shrug those off if you want. You can justify the reasons why a person lied to you. But, the lies you tell yourself are permanent; at least they seem that way. No matter how hard you try. No matter how many lies you tell to hide the first.

Looking back, I can remember when I first uttered the lie. I was filled with conviction and promise. I meant everything I said at the time. Yet, I can’t recall when it became a lie. Some may question whether it was ever truth. It was. That much I’m sure of, I meant with everything I had in me. Slowly, without noticing, I had become a bald-faced lie.

Pleased to meet you…I’m the butt of the joke.

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PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

No man should ever eat another man’s dirt.
Sometimes, its better to go home, pride wounded
Then, to end up neath the dirr

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PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

Pain is coursing through my body like I’m riding the rapids. There seems to be no end in sight. I can barely keep my eyes open. I barely slept at all. Yet, today is a good day. Today, is a solid day.

I got married on this day, decades ago. I know its crazy. How did I find a woman crazy enough to put up with me. It boggles the mind, but I never question the laws of physics. God rest her.

The first granddaughter was born today. Though she’s a pain in the butt, as are all my grandbabies. I couldn’t be prouder of her.

So today is a good, solid, and strong day!

Be Blessed !

Mangus Unplugged

Peering at the surface of my mind

PROSE – Straight talk

This is a response to a writing prompt I found on Medium. I thought it would be a good opportunity to slow down and examine what I’m doing and why? In the following few lines, perhaps, you will be able to better understand the writer known as Mangus Khan. So, I will put down the mask and speak to you plainly.

This has been sitting in my drafts for months. I forgot about it. So here it is …

When did you start writing? Is there a specific story?

I started writing when I was young. I can remember a specific age, but people’s opinions of me really mattered at the time. Shakespearean Psychobabble sticks out as an early work. I recall it fondly.

Do you have rituals in writing? If yes, then please share them with us.

No rituals per se, but nothing gets written without a cup of coffee. I’m afraid of what might come from my mind without my fix. I jot down anything in my head when I first wake up. Writing down the raw idea is essential for me. This way, I have an untainted version of the concept. Next, depending on what kind of mood I’m in that day; I might play a little music. I typically don’t write poetry to music, but it has inspired several poems. When I’m writing longer works, I find music drives the emotion I’m conveying rather well. However, it depends on my mood or what I’m writing.

The ugliest monster that writers are afraid of is writer’s block. If you have a recipe to deal with it, kindly share it with us.

Writer’s block has never been an issue for me. I think it is nothing more than a myth constructed by some writer during a particular undefined period. However, my constant monster or crippling demon is self-doubt. For me, it’s like Doubt lurks in the shadows of every corner. However, journaling is what keeps me sane. Not everything I write gets posted.

Describe the process of finding ideas for your stories. Please elaborate.

There is no set process. Nothing like step 1. I do this or Step 2. I do that. That might be nice or maddening. I let things flow to me, how they are supposed to. If I remember, I was meant to. If I wasn’t, I don’t. However, I often get gentle reminders and other times they aren’t so gentle.

As humans, we suffer without knowing it by choosing not to move outside our comfort zone. Do you have a “comfort zone” in writing (i.e., a topic that you always like to write about)? Have you tried to step outside your comfort zone and write something drastically different?

Typically, I can write just about anything. Of course, there are genres I’m better at than others.

Besides Medium, do you use other writing platforms? Please share our experiences.

I run a blog about my work and a writer’s workshop website. Both of these sites are hosted on WordPress. Both are relatively new, but there is a direct correlation to the work I put into them.

Have you published a book? If yes, how and where…etc. Plz, feel free to share your links with us.

No

You write because writing provides you with something special. Could you share your experience?

Writing, for me, is cheaper than a shrink. It’s my state of calm, my safety blanket, or my church. When writing, I have the ability to be myself. I can say all the things I wanted to say but couldn’t. I get to stare my demons in the face and tell them to “KICK ROCKS,” whether they leave or not is another matter entirely. However, I find peace within the moments I can write these lines.

Do you write a paragraph, a chapter, or a story with the end in mind or not? plz explain

I get several ideas throughout the day. However, the ones I pay the most attention to come in the morning. They are mainly fragments of something. Sometimes it’s the beginning, while others, it’s the middle, and of course. Example: Once, I wrote an entire novella around a single scene in an alley.

Every writer has an idol. Who is yours? And what do you find inspiring in her or his trajectory?

There have been several writers over the years who stuck out to me. There have written something that spoke to the soul.

Does being on a writing platform like Medium help your writing plans? Plz, elaborate.

No, my writing plans are completely independent of Medium. However, I found my Medium experience to be beneficial in regaining my confidence in my writing ability. Medium has also broadened my creative abilities in storytelling. Since, I have started writing here, I’ve explored my talents in photography and rediscovered cinematography.

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PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

The clouds are thick this morning. It puts me in the mind of the old saying, “A blanket of clouds.” They look as if there are several blankets one on top of another. It’s one of those days where you just want to roll over and catch some more sleep. Not a lot, just another hour or three.

I was picking up breakfast at the local grocery and I saw a woman shopping gingerly. She ended up at the chekout before I did. She had a bottle of wine and crackers. I chuckled as I walked out the door. I sat in my pickup looking at my receipt, my items came to $19.87. It was the year I stepped into madness.

Is it Really that Simple?

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT

For months, I’ve refused to acknowledge ownership of the feral cats in my house. Yes, I realize what I just said, allow me to explain. It happened several months ago when one showed up pregnant looking all cuddly and whatnot.

There is a considerable amount more to the story and I tried to end plain the particulars to my lady. She gracious listened and asked the following question.

“Do you feed them?”

“Yes.”

“Then they are your cats.”

I started to protest, because their obvious factors she wasn’t considering. Her eyebrow raised, she gave the look that every woman gives their man when he being ridiculous. I relented and went to pick up some kibble. They really love the salmon and rice stuff.

Is it really that simple?

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PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

It’s been a while since I felt like writing; it’s been a heavy couple of weeks. The kind that can be summed up in a single word, “Damn.” Said in a whisper with a shake of the head while rubbing your brow, as if that action ever really does anything. Everything seems to be gnawing you all at once. It’s like being pulled into a thousand different directions, but you’re standing still.

Wishing this were true…

While popping off the lid of the carton of Butter Pecan, you pause, thinking it might be a bit early…

Who gives a shit … it’s 11 am

The Blind leading the Blind

How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS/CHALLENGE

When I read this question, I thought about Raymond Carver’s short story “Cathedral”. I remember by the end of that story, I wondered who was really blind? The sighted man? Or the blind man? What doesn’t a sighted person really see? In so many regards, there is a tremendous world available to us, yet we limit ourselves to very little of it. As I write this I still wonder.

A physical description will do you no good. However, allow me to take a few moments to tell who I am, not what I look like.

I’m the one who broods silently in the corner. You know I will be there if needed, but I will not impede you. You get sense of my size by the depths of my breathing. You’ll get I’m a troubled man by my breathing tempo.

I tell you I live by a simple code, this may seem ludicrous, but it’s true. I will lie for another, yet I won’t lie for myself, despite the cost. I’ve lost everything, yet I’ve gained so much.

One who walks the halls of darkness, leads this troubled soul to the light.

~thank you for reading~

Bruce Lee Saved My Life

Daily writing prompt
What strategies do you use to maintain your health and well-being?

PROSE – REFLECTION/INTROSPECTION

For years, I acted a certain way because I thought that was the expectation. Sadly, I discovered no matter how you act or what you do, people will complain about something. By my rationale, if they’re going to complain anyway, you might as well be true to yourself as much as possible. I concede there are situations where being yourself is not the appropriate action. If you have no idea what I’m referring to, be thankful, and you are blessed.

Typically, health is addressed with a proper diet and exercise. I agree with this mindset overall. However, some things cause me concern. I feel every diet and exercise program should tailored to the individual. Yes, there are tried and true methods, yet we are different. So why should we attempt to place everyone in the same categories? I think we should be mindful of these things, developing a program for ourselves or others.

I tend to focus on the mental aspect of things: mind, body, and spirit philosophy. I have found consistently over several decades if I work to maintain a proper mindset, everything else falls into place. This state of being isn’t automatic; it’s consistent enough to keep using. I admit I fail miserably at times. We are human, right?

I remember attending the matinee and watching Bruce Lee do his thing. This fueled my newfound obsession with the martial arts. I learned about Jim Kelly. He was in one of Bruce’s movies. I was blown away. The whole “Black guy” doing karate thing. Then we had that song “Kung-fu Fighting,” just finished me off.

I never saw a video for this song until today…wow

What I learned from my studies is to exercise patience and restraint. I’ve considered this concept to be one of the keys to success in life. I found it works despite your social-economic standing. Over the years, I have heard a multitude of phrases or slogans covering various aspects of life. However, I have found patience and restraint provided the most significant measure of success overall. I am a self-proclaimed knucklehead and, at times, a jackass, so this hasn’t been the most effortless journey for me. Yet, I keep trying.

In conclusion, I feel a person’s mental and physical health are connected. I have to remember that. It’s such a simple thing. When I think about the numerous times I have lost sight of that, I feel idiotic. Yet, I maintain faith in this practice.

Whispers of the Dark – 072520230947

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT

It took me over fifty years
to get to this moment.
Some think I’m crazy to continue trying
The ones who quit are somewhere
lying & crying justifying
the stories they feed themselves
I guess that’s okay on some level
As long as they lie like they mean it

~thank you for reading~

Skywriting – 072420230743

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT

The pulled me the arms of my vision. I say vision because it felt than a dream. Nana always said if you can remember your dream, it was a premonition of what was to come.

I hope so

~thank you for reading~

Coffee, curse, repeat

What are your daily habits?

PROSE – RANT

I’ve lived long enough to develop and fine-tune my daily routine. I’ve lived long enough to have grown tired of said routine. So, you spice it up by changing your brand or flavor of coffee. Get your muffin from a different bakery. There are so many acceptable variations to the daily grind.

However, as we fine-tune things, we discover certain things that are acceptable variations under any circumstances. An example of most things concerning my cat, Sophie. Sophie really isn’t the hissing kind, so when she does, there’s trouble in Demark, as some folks say. Then she typically gives Ghost, the neighborhood cat, and swat with a calibrated hiss for effect.

Soph’s is a little perturbed because I switched to bargain cat food to save a little coin, but dealing with grief wasn’t worth it. I made matters worse by switching to a Jamicain blend of coffee. As it brewed, she sniffed the air, gave me a short hiss, and whined. So I dumped the pot and made her favorite.

You’re probably wondering why I would dump a perfectly good pot of coffee. I didn’t care much myself. I picked it up in the clearance basket right after I thought I caught a deal on the cat kibble. It appears I missed on both accounts. So, being quite pleased with myself, not, I belt out a healthy dose of expletives, capping it off with, “That’s that bullshit!” I continued muttering something under my breath, what I’m not sure, I’m always running my mouth, and no telling what passed these lips.

We do this routine every day. Coffee, curse, and repeat


The Darkness behind the Light

What bothers you and why?

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT

In this world, everything is shiny and new in 5 easy steps. It is hard to see or understand what is real and what is fake. People can flash an award-winning smile without even thinking about it. It is almost second nature. To be clear, I’m not referring to the genuinely happy people. They are special and shouldn’t be confused with the others.

I’m also not talking about the people who we know are obviously fake. They are easily spotted; they have plastic smiles and spew prattle like its a lifestyle as if they get a few dollars off for the crap that comes out of their mouths. Only to be recognized at the end of the banquet hosted at HoJo’s. I heard it isn’t bad; the continental breakfast is to die for. I hear they have real eggs and fresh pastries.

I’m talking about the people we wouldn’t suspect. The people we trusted got to know and had over for cards. They have babysat your children and you theirs. They have been such a positive light in your life. If anyone were to say different, you have words. However, there are times when you discover something unnerving about them. Something so unsettling it’s simply unbelievable. Cognitive dissonance comes to mind when thinking about this scenario.

Cognitive dissonance is the mental discomfort that results from holding two conflicting beliefs, values, or attitudes. People tend to seek consistency in their attitudes and perceptions, so this conflict causes unpleasant feelings of unease or discomfort.

https://www.verywellmind.com/what-is-cognitive-dissonance-2795012#

I’m bothered when I see the darkness. I’m better than that.

Consider the Source

On what subject(s) are you an authority?

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT asked this question earlier in the week. I would have a list of things I’m an authority. I would have said it with a level of confidence, leaving you without doubt of my ability to perform or know whatever I said. Good thing I wasn’t asked earlier I’ve never been a fan of lying to people.

First, I would have rattled off being to your passions. Explore them with enthusiasm. Don’t hold back for a moment. When it’s all said and done, you can you did it right. Some would include having no regrets; they can shut up now. If you have no regrets, you ain’t doing right. Now, cut that shit out. It’s okay to be truthful; it’s okay to be authentic.

Secondly, Love Hard. I mean, give it everything you got, full throttle with 1000hp, baby! If you don’t understand the metaphor, put simply, if you love someone? Mean, that shit! Don’t half-ass a second. Trust me; you’ll regret it even if they break your heart and grind you into the sand, blow granules in your face. You will know you have done it right.

Alas, the question was posed much later. Although, I still firmly believe everything I previously stated. Damn straight! Every word! However, I’m no longer an authority in such matters. As of late, I’ve unwittingly become an authority on disappointment.

More precisely, the disappointment of others. I see their looks as I pass by. I hear the contempt in their voices when they utter my name. It isn’t something I set out to do. It just seem to happen.

That’s how it goes …

~thank you for reading~

Skywriting – 071420230811

PROSE – ENTICEMENT

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, not even close. What was she doing here? She knows the rules. Absolutely no distractions while I’m drafting a novel. But I was glad she was here. I needed to see her. I longed for her touch. Fuck that; rules are rules. Scam! I wanted to say but couldn’t.

Her gaze, her movement, and her presence were everything I needed. Every strife has begun to dissipate from being. My racing thoughts calmed, gently flowing and controllable. My God, where has she been? The hell with the rules. Finally, I was able to mutter.

“I going to need you to stop doing that.”

“What?”

“Being you.”

~thank you for reading~

A Glimpse into Madness

Here is a glimpse of my world in response to Pensitivity101“s prompt

Here are this week’s questions:

  1. If you could reinvent yourself, how would you like to be? I wouldn’t change much about myself. Each success and failure has been a learning experience I’ve found them useful in a variety of situations. However, I think it would be nice to live without the nightmares.
  2. Would you like to be a pet in your household? Yes, of course, I believe pets make us better. They can be messy, but the emotional support they provide is crucial. At least, it’s that way for me.
  3. How many house moves have you had as an adult? I have moved a lot as an adult. A few countries and several states. I’m going to guess and say, maybe 15 times.
  4. What was your favourite home? I don’t have a favorite home was whereever my wife and children were. It’s literally that simple for me. 

Gratitude:
It costs nothing to be nice. You may even be remembered for it.