How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?
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In many ways I viewed the quarantine as a god send. Let me be clear, I wished anything harmful on anyone, but I was dealing with emotionally issues and wanted to be alone. So I was. I encrypted everything and basically dropped on the face of the earth smack in the middle of town. Most of my provisions were stocked, except for fresh vegetables. I brought them fresh every couple of days, then I had to switch to frozen vegetables.
AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
Due to this development, I was absolutely convinced the world was ending. No, I hadn’t completely flipped my lid. I spent several decades eating my meals out of pouches and cans, so idea of returning back to lifestyle was horrendous.
How have I adjusted ?
I’ve haven’t really, but I’ve made a few concessions in the following areas.
– I no longer expect 2 – Day shipping from Amazon
– My butcher is my homey and I get the best cuts.
– I started in herb and vegetable garden.
My soils sucks and nothing grows well enough to eat. Back to frozen
What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?
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As a kid, I was obsessed with moving things with my mind. Yeah, I was the kid who laid the pencil on his desk, staring at it, trying to make it move. Of course, it never happened. Then, I got the idea that perhaps my powers would emerge later. Later, I researched superpowers and discovered that the power I wanted was telekinesis and extrasensory perception.
But before I did my research, I watched every movie that featured people with these powers. Everything I saw focused on the darkness of the abilities. Films like The Fury (1978) made the idea of having these powers spooky. Check this out:
We also had Sci-Fi horror flicks like Scanners (1981). Here is a scene from that movie.
Who can forget the psycho-thriller Patrick (1978)? Take a look
After watching movies like these, who wants telekinesis? Then, one day, I had a discussion with fellow film buffs about the pros and cons of telekinesis. We were teenagers, and this discussion was the first of what we considered a”deep” discussion. We were on the verge of deciding telekinesis wasn’t an ability we wanted. Then, one of the girlfriends announced that we were idiots. She couldn’t believe we hadn’t considered “The Force” in our examples of telekinesis. Her comment stopped us all in our tracks. We had never considered the Force as telekinesis. She said, “Our lack of faith was disturbing.”
I don’t know why we never considered The Force. Perhaps it seems to be something much more powerful than everyday telekinesis. I can’t really explain what I felt then, but “the Force” was so much more to me. Perhaps I felt it was a way of life, perhaps an ideal. My Midi-chlorians count was never enough for consideration for being a Jedi or Sithlord. I’ve always admired the ideal.
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?
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I’ve more time behind the wheel than any other mode of transportation. Driving has always relaxed me. I prefer driving alone to think in peace, but I’m not opposed to traveling with someone else. I’ve developed some of my best storylines driving. There’s nothing like working out a difficult scene while gliding across the asphalt sea. The only problem is that I never seem to have a device to capture my thoughts as they come. Yes, yes, I’ve tried the microcassette recorder thing, but I never seem to remember to bring spare tapes. When the digital ones hit the market, the problem is solved, right? Nope, I forget to download to my computer, and when I do, I forget where the hell I put them.
The essentials for a proper road trip: This list varies based on your individual needs, but here are a few suggestions to help you consider what you might need.
Two coolers – one for beverages and the other for food. Truck stop or gas station food is not kind to your digestive system. This may not affect you now, but you will understand what I mean as you age. Not to mention, the prices are ridiculous.
Thermos – coffee or tea. Most thermos can hold up to 10 -12 cups.
A go bag—the contents are at your discretion. However, I suggest a complete change of clothes and a spare pill box for current medications if you take any. Have enough undergarments for at least a week. Also, having somecash and a burner may be a good idea. The cash is handy; not every place is set up for debit or credit cards. I discovered this on my last road trip. The burner; cellphones break all the time.
Emergency Kit – Standard items include flares, first-aid kit, reflective triangles, and blankets. However, emergency food may come in handy. Examples include tuna or chicken pouches, bottles of water, and mayonnaise packets; these items keep pretty well. Also, I almost forgot that you need a good flashlight. Preferably, a rechargeable one; alkaline batteries tend to leak or are dead when you needed.
A small toolkit—Even if you aren’t mechanically inclined, you’d be surprised at what you can fix with a pair of pliers or a screwdriver.
A road atlas – I know I risk sounding like a weirdo, but GPS is NOT the truth. That shit be wonky. Just saying.
The most important thing
Whether you listen to music, podcasts, audiobooks, or talk radio, some items are saved locally on your device for times when you don’t have cell coverage.
If not, you may be forced to listen to stuff like this:
Some of you may enjoy these tracks, so you look at me strangely. However, on one of my road trips, before streaming services were a thing, I found myself listening to a Juice Newton marathon. Now, I ask you, how is this even a thing? It was that day. Some DJ, apparently a huge Juice Newton fan, played all her music. To make matters worse, he had a booming radio station that blasted for miles.
However, you get lucky and get some fun songs like these:
Play that shit Norman
An Anthem for every frustrated worker
This was my jam
By answering this post when I’m supposed to be sleeping, I’m subject to say anything. I couldn’t resist!
Despite the title, the rain is my favorite type of weather. I never understood why people ran from the rain but spent hours in the shower over a lifetime. They swim laps, surf, and waterski, yet the first raindrops they beat feet for shelter. Trust me, I’m not making fun of anyone. I was just like everyone else until I joined the military.
If it ain’t raining, we ain’t training
If it ain’t raining, ain’t, training became our mantra after just a few weeks in service. At my first duty station in Korea, I survived the monsoon season. Trust me, you will stop worrying about the rain after surviving monsoon season. We are soaked to the epidermis, which was wrinkled by the time you were able to put on dry clothes. I can’t remember the last time I ran from the rain.
At any rate, I love the rain. Its something about it I never could put my finger on. Here are some of my favorite songs with rain in the title. I know, it’s Eddie Rabbit’s fault.
As a general rule, superstitions are hooey. However, being a member of several teams over the years, I find myself are a believer of a jinx. I can’t accurately describe in words how many times I’ve been a victim of a jinx. Either I placed it on myself, or some boneheaded co-worker uttered the magic words or word to initiate said jinx.
Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?
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I believe I was a wolf in another life. Their solitary habits appeal to me. As a child, I was convinced I would be a werewolf. I watched all the movies and read all the stories. Now, as an adult, I enjoy wolves. I can’t explain it in any way that would make a lick of sense, but I do.
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What movies or TV series have you watched more than 5 times?
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I suppose ever since childhood, I’ve been a fan of a good Western. The Magnificent Seven was my introduction to the world of justice. I suppose many others my age, I’ve been disappointed with the state of Western movies as of late. However, I’m glad to admit Hollywood must have heard me grumbling and put some decent Westerns. One of those such Westerns is the limited Netflix series entitled Godless.
“Godless” is a gripping Western drama series that debuted on Netflix in 2017. Set in the 1880s, it explores the story of La Belle, a small New Mexico town mysteriously inhabited almost entirely by women after a mining accident claims the lives of nearly all the town’s men. The series intensifies when a menacing outlaw, Frank Griffin, played by Jeff Daniels, and his gang of bandits set their sights on La Belle, seeking revenge on Roy Goode, a former protégé who betrayed him. The show weaves themes of redemption, betrayal, and survival against a backdrop of stunning landscapes and a town fighting to assert its independence. “Godless” offers a unique take on the Western genre, focusing on strong female characters, moral ambiguity, and complex human relationships. It received critical acclaim for its storytelling, performances, and visual style.
Cast of Characters:
Frank Griffin – Played by Jeff Daniels, Frank Griffin is the menacing outlaw leader seeking vengeance on his former protégé.
Roy Goode – Portrayed by Jack O’Connell, Roy is a young outlaw who finds refuge in La Belle while on the run from Griffin.
Alice Fletcher – Michelle Dockery plays Alice, a tough widow and outsider who provides shelter to Roy.
Bill McNue – Scoot McNairy takes on the role of the La Belle sheriff, grappling with his own vulnerabilities while trying to protect the town.
Mary Agnes McNue – Merritt Wever portrays Mary Agnes, the widow of the town’s mayor, who becomes a leader in her community.
Whitey Winn – Thomas Brodie-Sangster plays Whitey, the young and brave deputy of La Belle.
Maggie McNue – Tantoo Cardinal is Maggie, the town’s wise medicine woman who provides guidance and support to its residents.
Truckee – Samuel Marty plays Truckee, Alice Fletcher’s son, who is curious and spirited.
A.T. Grigg – Jeremy Bobb portrays A.T. Grigg, a determined newspaper reporter following the story of Griffin’s gang.
What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?
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Over the last six months, I’ve experienced tremendous health issues. So, for the next six months, my biggest challenge is to maintain the progress I’ve made. I Have to learn to be patient and sit my stubborn butt down and heal. Well, that’s easier said than done.
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
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No one intends to fall in love with an asshole, but it happens; just ask my late wife and current girlfriend; they are the two sitting in the corner shaking their heads as they read this sentence.
If I’m being honest, there are far too many I would hate to give up. I guess I’ve got soft over the years. However, if I absolutely had these three items I couldn’t live without.
2. iPad Pro 12.9 – This is such a versatile tool. I can read books, Listen to audiobooks, write, and take and edit photos. I’ve been using an iPad model for over a decade. It’s hard to imagine working without one. I even tried out several versions of the Samsung tablets and compared them. Though Samsung makes a solid product, I prefer the iPad.
It isn’t like I was a Boy Scout or something. Because I wasn’t, but I wasn’t a hooligan either. Yet, I got into my fair share of mischief. Strangely, I hardly got in trouble when I knowingly broke the law. However, I remember getting the most trouble when I had no idea I had broken the law. This happened so much, I learned the phrase,”Ignorance of the law is no excuse!” It always was said with a steely monotone. So yes, I’ve broken the law on accident more times than I care to admit.
over the years, many shoes have earned the moniker of “favorite”. My first pair of Stacey Adam’s come to mind. They were beautiful and stylish, but they hurt my feet something fierce. However, each club night I slipped them on and styled and profiled like nobody’s business. Then were my Minnetonka moccasins that added a soft pop to jeans and a button down Oxford. Such a super comfortable shoe. I replaced them for years until I could no longer find them.
However, my goto everyday shoe for most occasions was my pair of Chuck Taylor’s. I literally went everywhere with these shoes. The beaches of the Yellow Sea to the beaches of the East or the West coasts. However, the coolest things about Chuck’s is to watch granddaughters style and profile in theirs. So not only has traveled across the globe but over generations as well.
Though, I can’t wear them anymore. I still remember the pleasure.
Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?
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Throughout the years, I’ve collected one thing or another. In childhood most of my friends were collecting something. It seemed as though you weren’t a boy if you didn’t some sort of collection. This followed me into adulthood. However, just as it did childhood I would end losing interest or lose my prize of my collection that would render the entire collection worthless.
The hobby I was obsessed with that I have lost interest in is sports cards. I spent a ridiculous amount of time and money in collecting sports cards. I couldn’t tell you want happened to my collection. I can only say it has disappeared into that dimension where everything goes we lose. I’m sure I have a warehouse full of things in this unnamed dimension. I’d like to visit it one day, so I can clear some things out. You know organization is the key to everything..
The thing about sport cards for me is the fact you can a thousand cards stacked up somewhere that are absolutely worthless. You can’t trade them. You even give them away. There are just sitting there in a pile gathering dust. All in search of that coveted rookie card.
Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.
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Three things on my list never seem to get crossed off.
1. Service my truck: I never seem to fully service my truck until something breaks. I’m doing reactive maintenance instead of preventive. I can do most of the repairs myself. I haven’t had good enough health to do things properly.
2. Recycle old electronics: I have old electronics stacked up all around the house. I’ve been meaning to recycle them for the past few years. Each year, the pile just gets higher. I suppose I could build something out of the parts. My question is, what and why?
3. Declutter my storage: I’ve needed to organize my storage for a while. I think my problem is that afraid to let go of memories. I hate to seem sentimental, but there are certain things I’m a big softy about
My goto meal is some variation of baked chicken. I’ve a considerable amount of time perfecting several recipes concerning chicken. I also do some exciting things with salmon. Perhaps, one day I will post a recipe or something.
For the first part of my childhood, my favorite football player was Mean Joe Greene, even before his Coke commercial.
I wore a mesh replica of his jersey every day. I was obsessed with him. I wanted to play football as well as he did. Maybe even play for the Pittsburgh Steelers and be a part of the “Steel Curtain.” As it turns out, I was way too small to make as a football player then. Yet, my love of the game never wavered. I played pickup games with the older kids in the neighborhood but never reached the skill level to play organized sport.
When I wasn’t playing football I spent hours on the basketball court. First, we played horse. After a while, we graduated to 2 on 2 and other variations of the game. I mostly played on the playgrounds around town, but I did try out for the school team and made it. I played for a couple years. However, neither basketball nor football proved to be my sport, but I enjoyed playing. I still enjoy watching them.
I’ve asked myself this question more times than I can count. I’ve even fantasized about how my life would be different. I wouldn’t wind up like those people you hear about who win millions and end up broke or worse than they were. I would be smart, I’d tell myself. Honestly, I probably wouldn’t fare any better than some of the previous winners.
However, I hope I would. Solely because, as of late, I have a different mindset than I did previously. Over the last few months, I’ve been severely ill. I know I have been putting up a good front, but cards on the table; I nearly died a few days ago. If my brother hadn’t rushed me to the emergency room, I don’t think I would be here. What was strange about the whole affair is that I had no clue how sick I was. Though I feel good now, it won’t take much for me to be in danger again. So, I guess I’m still in trouble.
Due to my health, I haven’t been working, so my income has taken a major hit, but I’m okay. I have to face the fact I may never return to work. This is not ideal but may become a necessity. I’ve had to examine needs versus wants.
A Veteran’s Home – I would like to provide some assistance for veterans. There isn’t enough assistance for the veterans. Improvements have been made, but more assistance is needed.
Elderly Services – I feel we need to do better about our elderly. Many programs are available for the elderly, but like most things, there isn’t enough to go around.
Assistance for Persons with Disabilities – There aren’t enough services for people in this category. Yes, there are services, but there are so many rules or qualifications that individuals become homeless or, even worse, perish before getting the necessary services.
Homelessness is a subject near and dear to my heart. Do you realize many of the homeless fall into the above-listed groups?
I realize that winning a big pot of money won’t solve this problem, even though I wish it would. We need good-hearted people to come together and keep things going. Maybe this a dream of a feeble-minded old man, but this is what I would do. Perhaps, it would provide some good … I hope.
I can’t remember a time when books weren’t a part of my life. My grandmother had the first library I had ever seen. There was a room off the living room filled with books of all sorts. I swear she had read every book. I assumed everyone had a library in their homes, but I soon learned that wasn’t the case. My grandmother got me started with my library. First, it was those Reader’s Digest Condensed Books.
I collected books on various subjects throughout my childhood and early adult years. Unfortunately, I lost nearly every volume I had collected. When I told my senior editor of my plight, she informed me that I would have a larger library better than any library I had previously built. She sounded so confident that it was hard not to be enthralled by her confidence.
Here we are over a decade later and have done just that. Together, we have built a small but impressive library with over 3,500 physical books, not including periodicals and albums. My digital library is well over 20,000 titles, not including movies, music, and journals. I know I will never read all these titles, but I can research most subjects without turning on a computer.
I remember sneaking into university libraries and getting lost in their shelves. Now, I do the same at home. So, the answer to the question is relatively simple. I read a little of this and a little of that.
If I’m honest, I really only wanted to be one thing: a writer. As a child, I told and wrote stories, which landed me in more trouble than I care to admit. It’s something about writing I can’t quite put into words. At least not anything meaningful or moving. So, it is simple: my dream job is to write stories that touch the reader. Provide the reader an opportunity to travel, feel, identify, or enjoy the snippets of life I depict in my stories.
I may never accomplish this dream; it’s one of those ideas we had as children that may be impossible to obtain. However, this doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to fulfill them- not at all. We keep chipping away at them, and maybe one day, they will come true. Who knows?
During some research I did years ago, I came across the legend of Saint Rita. Here is an overall of the legend.
Saint Rita of Cascia, often called the “Saint of the Impossible,” occupies a special place in the hearts of the faithful worldwide. Born Margherita Lotti in the 14th century in Roccaporena, Italy, Saint Rita’s life journey is one of unwavering faith, resilience, and a profound connection with the divine.
Early Life and Marriage:
Margherita Lotti entered the world in 1381 amidst Italy’s political upheaval and social change. At an early age, she expressed a deep desire to dedicate her life to God. However, she obediently followed her parents’ wishes and married Paolo Mancini, a man with a troubled reputation. Despite the challenges in her marriage, Saint Rita remained steadfast in her commitment to her vows and embraced her role as a wife and mother.
Widowhood and Religious Life:
Tragedy struck Saint Rita when both her husband and sons succumbed to a violent end. Widowed and grief-stricken, she sought solace in prayer and contemplation. In a remarkable turn of events, Saint Rita’s sons’ destinies took a divine twist – they died before seeking vengeance for their father’s murder, preventing a cycle of violence.
Following her family’s tragedies, Saint Rita sought entry into the Augustinian convent at Cascia. Her initial request was met with resistance, as the convent had reservations about admitting a widow with a connection to a violent family. However, it is said that Saint Rita’s perseverance and her ability to perform a miraculous feat involving a dried fig tree blossoming out of season convinced the sisters to accept her.
Life in the Convent and Miracles:
Saint Rita’s years in the convent were marked by profound devotion to prayer, penance, and acts of charity. She received the stigmata, wounds similar to those of Christ, a sign of her deep spiritual connection. Saint Rita is also renowned for her devotion to the Passion of Christ and her advocacy for peace and reconciliation.
One of the most famous miracles associated with Saint Rita is the episode of the rose. According to legend, Saint Rita requested a rose from her garden during winter; miraculously, a single rose bloomed in her hands. This act of divine intervention is often cited as a symbol of hope and the miraculous nature of Saint Rita’s intercession.
Canonization and Patronage:
Pope Leo XIII canonized Saint Rita of Cascia on May 24, 1900; her feast day is celebrated on May 22. She is venerated as the patron saint of impossible causes, abused women, and mourning parents. Pilgrims worldwide visit the Shrine of Saint Rita in Cascia, where her relics are enshrined, seeking her intercession for their troubles and tribulations.
Legacy:
Saint Rita’s life and miracles inspire millions of believers, offering a testament to the transformative power of faith and the enduring hope found in times of adversity. Her story serves as a beacon of compassion, forgiveness, and the miraculous, reminding us that the divine can bring about healing and redemption even in the face of seemingly insurmountable challenges.
Conclusion:
In the rich tapestry of Catholic saints, Saint Rita of Cascia stands out as a luminary figure, admired for her unwavering faith, resilience in the face of tragedy, and the miracles attributed to her intercession. Her legacy extends far beyond the boundaries of time and geography, resonating with those seeking solace, hope, and the miraculous in their lives. Saint Rita’s enduring impact underscores the universal human desire for connection with the divine and the belief that faith can light the way even in the most challenging circumstances.
Throughout my life, I’ve heard countless legends about multiple saints. None is less credible than the other. There’s beauty in our beliefs.
It’s been quite some time since I associated the word mission with my life. However, looking back at that time and comparing it to now. Nothing has changed. I’ve always wanted to live a Life of Integrity.
I live a simple life. Due to this, several folks accuse me of being unable to have fun. At first, this consensus troubled me. For 30 seconds, I considered that I might need to adjust my lifestyle. Once I explained my former everyday life, some turned green, others turned pale, and then my favorites informed me I’d earned the right to relax. I appreciate them saying that. I really do.
Here are my five things in no order. I do them whenever I feel like it.
I’ve been lucky, blessed even to have been to most of the places people stare at in magazines, postcards, or the subject of a story you can imagine because you know you’ll never get to visit. I’ve also been to the places no one has ever heard of and wouldn’t admit they visited if they had.
Like many folks, I sat in front of my television watching him be faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, and leap tall buildings in a single bound. I was mesmerized by the flying through the sky, the bullets bouncing off his chest, and, of course, his X-ray vision. We ordered the glasses from the back of our comics, along with seahorses, just for the chance to be like him. We tied blankets around our necks and jumped off mounds, running around with arms stretched in front of us, pretending we were flying.
My fascination with the Superman universe has continued throughout my adulthood. I’ve watched most things related to it. Here is a list of a few.
Here is an extended list of television shows related to the Superman universe:
Superman: The Animated Series – This series follows the adventures of Superman, the legendary superhero, as he battles the forces of villainy and continues his quest for “truth, justice, and the American way.”
Smallville – This series follows the adventures of a young Clark Kent in the town of Smallville, Kansas, before he becomes Superman.
Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman – This series primarily focuses on the relationship between Daily Planet journalists Clark Kent and Lois Lane in Metropolis.
Supergirl – This series centers around Superman’s cousin, Kara Zor-El, who escaped the destruction of Krypton and now lives on Earth.
Superman & Lois – This series follows Clark Kent and Lois Lane as they deal with all the stress, pressures, and complexities that come with being working parents in today’s society.
Here are comprehensive details about the list of films related to Superman:
Superman (1978): This film, directed by Richard Donner, depicts Superman’s origin story, from his infancy as Kal-El of Krypton to his youthful years in the rural town of Smallville. Christopher Reeve stars as the titular character, with Marlon Brando and Gene Hackman also appearing.
Superman II (1980): Directed by Richard Lester, this sequel sees Superman agreeing to sacrifice his powers to start a relationship with Lois Lane. However, he is unaware that the three Kryptonian criminals he inadvertently released are now conquering Earth.
Superman III (1983): This third installment, directed by Richard Lester, introduces synthetic kryptonite laced with tobacco tar. This substance splits Superman into two distinct entities: the good-natured Clark Kent and the malevolent Man of Steel.
Superman IV: The Quest for Peace (1987): This film involves Superman leading a global crusade to eliminate nuclear weapons. With the Cold War as a backdrop, the Man of Steel faces off against Lex Luthor and the Nuclear Man.
Superman Returns (2006): Directed by Bryan Singer and starring Brandon Routh as Superman, this film follows the Man of Steel as he returns to Earth after spending five years in space examining his home world, Krypton.
Man of Steel (2013): Directed by Zack Snyder, this film provides a fresh take on Superman’s origin story. As a young man, Clark Kent learns that he has superpowers and must decide whether to use them for the benefit of humanity. Henry Cavill stars as Superman.
Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice (2016): Also directed by Zack Snyder, this film features a face-off between two of the most iconic superheroes. Superman, again played by Henry Cavill, finds himself in conflict with Batman, played by Ben Affleck.
Of course, my children had to endure my Superman obsession. However, they helped me discover the place I never got around to visiting.
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I saw this statue from Interstate and vowed to return one day to look at it, but I have never done so. Since then, I’ve been out of the country several times and even passed by the statue several times. Maybe I will get there one day.
Like many people our names are chosen with no idea why? Several of us are named after a relative we never met. Sometimes we carry names of relative that has been deceased for generations. Most of the people I know don’t a clue of etymology of their names. Madre Khan said she heard someone with my name and thought it was cool. So, today when I looked into the origin of my name. I was taken back a little. Let’s take a look at what I found.
The Meaning of Mangus
Mangus, a derivative of its Latin roots, holds a profound and significant meaning – “great.” This single term encapsulates many virtues, such as strength, honor, and greatness, depicting a person of high stature or noble character. The Latin lineage of the name lends it a timeless appeal, resonating with an aura of power, dignity, and regality. The name Mangus, therefore, transcends beyond just being a name; it mirrors character and virtue.
Cultural Implications of Mangus
Cultures worldwide often attribute a profound influence to names, shaping the character and destiny of the individual. Mangus, with its inherent connotation of greatness, can be perceived as a blessing and an expectation set upon the individual. It can be a guiding beacon, nudging the individual towards virtues of strength, honor, and nobleness. Consequently, the cultural implications of the name Mangus are significant and far-reaching, potentially influencing the individual’s life path and destiny.
Historical Significance of Mangus
The annals of history are replete with references to the name Mangus, associating it with figures of power, nobility, and great stature. This name has weathered the tests of time, retaining its relevance, significance, and reverence across different eras and epochs. The name’s historical significance further magnifies its meaning, reinforcing its virtues and attributes. Hence, Mangus symbolizes a rich historical legacy of power and greatness, etching its mark in the sands of time.
The Impact of Mangus in Contemporary Times
In today’s world, the name Mangus inspires awe and respect. Its timeless appeal and powerful meaning make it a popular choice for those seeking a name with depth and significance. The virtues associated with Mangus – strength, honor, and greatness – are universally admired and sought after, making the name a beacon of aspiration and inspiration. Moreover, the rich historical legacy and cultural implications associated with Mangus add depth, making the name even more appealing in the modern context.
Mangus in the Modern World
In the modern world, where names are often chosen based on their meaning and significance, the name Mangus remains popular. Its profound meaning of “greatness” and its historical and cultural importance make it a meaningful and inspiring name. Those who bear the name Mangus carry a sense of strength, honor, and greatness – virtues that are admired and respected in today’s society.
When we have a conversation about leadership, one can find opinions and ideals with a few keystrokes. There are seminars, books, and articles thoroughly covering the subject. During my time in the military I read several in an attempt to find everything I could about becoming a better leader. I’ve listed a few below.
Principles of Leadership
Lead by Example: Leaders should act in ways they expect their team members to emulate. The actions of a leader set the standards for their team.
Be Transparent: This involves being open about plans, decisions, and challenges. Transparency encourages trust and creates an open work environment.
Communicate Effectively: Leaders should provide clear, concise, and consistent communication. They should also be ready to listen and consider the input of their team members.
Empower Your Team: Give your team the authority to make decisions. This promotes trust and loyalty and helps your team members to grow professionally.
Show Empathy: Leaders should understand and share the feelings of their team members. A leader who shows empathy can build strong relationships.
Encourage Creativity and Innovation: Leaders should foster an environment encouraging team members to think outside the box and develop innovative solutions.
Be Adaptable: Leaders should be flexible and ready to change their plans. Being adaptable allows a leader to respond effectively to changes and challenges.
Foster a Positive Environment: Leaders should create a positive and inclusive work environment. This can boost morale and productivity.
Encourage Continuous Learning: Leaders should promote a culture of continuous learning and development. This helps team members to improve their skills and knowledge.
Build Trust: Trust is crucial for effective leadership. Leaders can build trust by being reliable, honest, and open.
Key leadership traits, each with a brief description:
Integrity: This trait involves being honest and having strong moral principles. Leaders with integrity are trustworthy and ethical.
Confidence: Leaders need to show confidence in their decisions and actions. This helps to instill confidence in their team members.
Decisiveness: Good leaders can make decisions quickly and effectively, especially under pressure.
Courage: Leaders often need to take risks and make difficult decisions. This requires courage.
Passion: Leaders should be passionate about their work and their team. This passion can inspire their team members.
Humility: Effective leaders understand that they are not superior to their team members. They should be humble and ready to listen to others’ ideas.
Empathy: Leaders should understand and share the feelings of their team members. This can help to build strong relationships.
Resilience: Leaders often face challenges and setbacks. They need to be resilient to keep going and remain positive.
Self-awareness: Good leaders understand their strengths and weaknesses. They are open to feedback and willing to make changes.
Accountability: Leaders should take responsibility for their actions and decisions. They should also hold their team members accountable for their performance.
Being a leader is more than the things found in books or articles. Leaders aren’t born. They are developed. Titles or positions don’t make you a leader. Learning how to handle the burden of leadership does. Good luck!
If you could un-invent something, what would it be?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I was in public today, watching people because I’m a people watcher. Not one of those creepy people who gawk at you with sinister smiles, but one who is entirely aware of their surroundings. A by-product of my PTSD. I noticed people were inches from one another and weren’t talking. Their faces were buried in their mobile devices. What freaked me out was that nearly everyone, young and old. Myself included. Immediately, I looked around for a magazine or left behind newspaper. There weren’t any.
I opened a document on my iPad and started documenting my outrage. Yes, I’m aware of the hypocrisy of this rant, but it was either my iPad or my phone. So, I ended up at a diner with the intention of finishing this post, but I got sidetracked. There was a veteran eating with his wife, and I struck up a conversation with them. Though I don’t know the couple’s names, I learned his family had served in the military in various capacities for four generations, starting with WWII.
We began to discuss the rudeness of society and how no one talks to one another anymore. We laughed about how we get in trouble with wives and so much more. I closed my iPad and just enjoyed the conversation. They left and tried to remember the last time I had a decent conversation with a stranger. I remember today’s occurrence wasn’t a rarity but the norm.
For those who know me personally, what I’m saying may shock you. Most of you have never seen me with some sort tech in my hands. I purchased my first mobile device in the early nineties. And now I wish we could un-invent them. Even as I write this post, I have something processing on multiple devices. I started writing code in the mid-eighties. So, I’ve been working with tech in one or another for over 40 years.
I’ve witnessed or been a part of miscommunication issues; it’s ridiculous. Why can’t we just talk to one another?
Below is a bit of prose I wrote over fifteen years ago; I feel it is still relevant today. Especially the closing line, I believe, sums up my feelings on the matter.
Archaic
The pulsing glow fades on your monitor. Closing the door is one’s outlet, portal, or means to escape. Escaping the insanity that is sometimes right outside your front door. Sometimes, sitting right there in your living room, sitting on your couch looking crazy, talking about some “what?”
Thinking back, one would take a walk, read a book, or sip some lemonade while sitting on the front porch. Sitting wondering what the hell your neighbor is wearing or just sitting there letting the night breeze caress you into a calm?
Saddened, we are by the daunting realization that a clever array of ones and zeros now defines our existence. Once complete, syllable vocabulary is reduced to an abbreviation of some unknown order. Deviance is becoming the norm, as the once social norm is fading into a deviant wasteland.
Identities expanded behind hexadecimal veils in fleeting hopes of discovering who we are. All the while, all that is necessary is to stand in front of the mirror facing the face they have come to hate. Yearning for some form of validation of who you are or what you are. Searching for answers that can only be found within ourselves.
If surrendering one’s identity is the price we must pay in the pursuit of progress, then may I forever be archaic.
I’ve been fortunate enough to have a network of people in my life who let me know daily I’m loved. They have no problem letting me know when I’m full of crap or any other adjective they choose to use at any given time. I can’t blame them or hold any ill will because I’m a handful, as they say.
You may remember a post I made last year about two individuals who were geniuses. If not, here is a link to that post. What I didn’t tell you is these incredible women have been putting up with my crap for well over a decade. Every rant, tantrum, or foul mood, they have endured it all. They have been with me while I was grief-stricken from the loss of my wife. They were there when I rebuilt myself as a writer and educator to witness me self-destruct through my battle with cancer.
My closest and dearest friend, my editor, you’ve heard me complain about on several occasions on this blog. She put down her red pen and helped me through my cancer battle. She stopped everything and came to the initial surgery. Then she returned for my cancer’s aggressive reemergence. 56 treatments later, I took her home and started to rebuild my life once again. Honestly, I would have been a basket case without her support through all of this madness.
A few years ago, I could barely breathe, and my lady showed up and put a foot in my butt and got me back on my feet. Mumbling something about she couldn’t leave it to me to get proper medical attention. Now, that wasn’t the vernacular she used during her time here. I’m sure you can imagine what was said to a stubborn person such as myself. Their words, not mine. I’m an utterly compliant person. I assure you.
It can’t be easy to deal with me, but their devotion, compassion, and love mean everything. It may even seem at times I don’t appreciate you, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I love you and appreciate you both; never doubt this. Yep, you guys are a pain, but I love ya.
What I’ve learned over the years in regards to clutter is you never know how much crap you have accumulated until you get ready to move. Also, I discovered the things in the basement, the storage unit, and the garage. You probably don’t need it. I’m aware that somehow we find justification to keep these forgotten treasures or the unknown items contained inside labeled “Misc.” So do your best to load the unnecessary items and take them to your local charity or consignment store.
Let’s change direction for a minute. We are still discussing the reduction of clutter but in a different way.
“The unexamined life is not worth living” ― Socrates
I’ve come to realize that the area with the greatest need for decluttering is one’s self. I’ve been ill these last few months, and it doesn’t seem I’m going to get any relief in the near future. However, I’ve had an opportunity for self-reflection. Let me tell you, some wickedness has been passing through my mind. Despite this, I’ve had moments of clarity.
I’ve taken the time to really look at what I need to live my best life. I need to take the time to let go of my preconceptions about myself and the world around me. This isn’t as easy as it sounds. I find self-examination to be the most challenging endeavor I ever embarked on. It’s going to be a work in progress. Yet, it is a task worth doing.
Once you let go of your internal baggage, I believe you can tackle the basement, storage unit, or garage with a clear mind and spirit. You just might be able to get something done.
As a kid, my favorite animal was a dog. Then I watched Ole Yeller and Sounder, and suddenly, the idea of caring for a dog seemed less appealing. Though I’ve had various versions of man’s best friend. I couldn’t help but be enthralled by the mystic of werewolves. In 1981, I was catapulted into the lure of werewolves with the movie American Werewolf in London.
This fascination evolved into my love for wolves. All variations. Quietly, I’ve read many articles over the years, watched documentaries, and read books on wolves.
A clip I put together from stock footage I collected over the years
I can’t explain my fascination with wolves. I can’t explain what makes me stop in my tracks and soak in the beauty of this majestic creature. Perhaps I yearn for its power, its grace, or its presence. No matter, I have to make do with the gifts I possess.
Yesterday, I stood in line at a local store when the computer system went down. After a wave of groans and disapproving looks, the manager assured us the system would be online shortly. This didn’t help the groans. I understood a possible reason for the atmosphere. We were in the middle of a snowstorm, and the conditions were worsening by the second. However, examining the crowd, I’m pretty sure they would have been complaining regardless. Complaining is the latest trend, like yoga pants and foo-foo coffee.
The system took longer than expected, and the manager declared, “It’s like dial-up!” I shook my head, “Not even close,” I corrected. We had a laugh; the system was up a few seconds later, and all was right in the world. Within a few minutes, the grandson and I were inside, safe and warm.
I see this prompt, and I’m reminded of how impatient we all have become since the advancements of technology. Despite this, I pretty much communicate the same way I did at the start of all this. Other than things being a helluva a lot faster, I’m the same guy. I’ve added social media stuff from time to time, but I basically avoid it. With the exception of Twitter, there is a writing community over there that I’ve been a part of for nearly a decade.
So when things get crazy … I just think … I remember dial-up
The unfinished projects have formed a pile. Ideas, rants, and incoherent sentences fester. Sometimes I wonder what Goofball gave me the idea to become a writer. Where the hell are they at? I need to hunt them down wherever they may cleverly hide. To the corners of the earth if I must. By God, I need to find and look at them square in the eyes and thank them. Pull them into an embrace. Please do not think less of me, for I may weep. They have provided me with a fantastic gift. You see, boredom will never be a problem for me. Inside each project is the potential to create something that never existed before. At the very least, the potential to heal.
Today has been the longest of days for no reason. Nothing I can put my finger on anyway. I got so much accomplished, but so much more to do. There isn’t enough time to get it all done. I never complete it all. My Lord, what will I do? What will I do? We have all said this statement, felt it, or both. It doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it. It’s fine. Know that wherever you are in your journey, we all have or will walk it. The trail right in front of you. You can get to the other side step by step, word by word, or sentence by sentence. Whatever the method you will be the better for it.
As I lay across my bed, I lit a cigarette, letting it burn in the ashtray for a few minutes before I took another drag. I read a poem in Vietnamese, then I listened to it. Next, I read some prose in Italian; then again, I listened to it. The beauty of the words captured me. I’m reminded of hearing The Holy Quran recited. So beautiful and tranquil. I’m reminded how much I miss Latin Mass. I memorized it as a lad and recited it in English when the priests performed Mass. Though exhausted, hearing these works in their native language healed and recharged me a bit.
I would not have discovered the beauty of our world if I had chosen another profession on the day they whispered to me to become a writer. Although we live in a vast world full of wonder and delight, I wonder why we live so small.
Nope, this is the only profession I would do for free. Nothing else completes me.
I find myself the most happy when I’m lost in a good story. It took a long time to figure out how to enjoy reading stories without my imagination taking off, and I lost interest in the story. I began making notes in little spiral notebooks of the thoughts that came to me as I read. Soon, those notebooks were being filled with my own stories. I’m unsure what makes me happier? The words of others or the words of mine? To me, it doesn’t matter, not really. As long as the story is good.
Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
The item I was most attached to as a child was my mother’s album collection. I spent hours listening to her music. It was my mother’s love for music that shaped mine. The Madre turned me on to some of the greatest music classics.
My first concert was with George Benson. I had no idea what jazz was, but I liked what I heard. This love led me to explore more of her albums. Stanley Turrentine, Spyro Gyra, and Ramsey Lewis are a few examples.
I found my Madre jamming to Boz Skaggs, The Doobie Brothers, and Steely Dan. None of my friend’s mothers listened to the same music as my mother. As I listened to the radio, I heard many of the songs that played nights in the living room.
Of course, we had the standards playing in the house. Al Green, Billy Paul, Issac Hayes, and Teddy Penderness. As I dug deeper into her collection, I found some gems I wasn’t expecting: Johnnie Taylor, Solomon Burke, and Otis Redding. My taste kept growing. Soon, I discovered Billie Holiday and Nina Simone.
Then, I discovered what I wanted to be as an adult: a radio disc jockey. I had the knowledge of music and the voice, so why not? Like a lot of childhood fantasies, nothing real becomes of it. I deejayed a few parties and even had a pirate radio show with an army buddy, but I realized my talents were more in tune with writing.
What became of the Madre’s collection?
Well, what’s left of it is stored in my living room. The most important part is that I share its influence with you most days. Well, that’s it for this post, but it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t leave you with a little something.
I remember when I was feeling down as kid, my mother would drag my butt over to our local DQ and get me one of these masterfully crafted desserts of deliciousness. She always knew just the right time to take me to get one. It never seemed like I knew the exact time. But I’m thinking I might need one today. It’s been a rough couple of months.
Questions like these make me roll my eyes and shake my head. It seems like the next thing they will be asking is,
“What does it all mean?”
What’s my place in the world?”
And more nonsense questions. I have this attitude because it is the decisions we make that cause us to become who we are.
Sure, we have situations in life we would like to do-over or take back. It’s just the nature of life. However, neither of those things are possible. So, when someone asks questions like these. I respond with the following question:
“You’ve had your entire life to prepare for this moment … why aren’t you ready?”
Every decision we have made in life has led to where we are … the good, the bad, and the ugly. Do we really want to change anything?
As a writer of a certain age, I spend time thinking about the past for several reasons. Sometimes, things that happened in the past make interesting ideas that may form a basis for a story. Other times they may lend an expected scene. Typically, I use the past in the following areas in regards to writing.
Character Development
Plot
Theme
Resolution
Utilizing the memories of past experiences has crucial in some of my successes as a writer. I have to keep in mind, I must let the story tell itself. I know that may sound strange, but experience has taught to never force anything.
As a man, I often refer back to situations, to see if I still them the same as I did initially. On several occasions, I found some insight hidden in the corners of my psyche. It had been there the entire time. It was just waiting for me to understand what I looking at and why.
I’ve been fortunate to have received some amazing gifts throughout my life. However, that depends on how the word “gift” is defined. Most of the time, when talking to others, I find gifts to be defined as something tangible. Something one can display on a desk or show someone. I would define these sorts of gifts as awesome, wonderful, or cool; maybe? Yet, neither rise up to the occasion of the “greatest.” I think if you take a moment and think about it, you may agree with me or not.
However, the greatest gift to me is when someone gives you their time. Time is a precious commodity, something you can’t get back. Well, at least not right now; give me another ten years; the machine I’m building should be thoroughly tested and ready for the public. Until then, I view the time people choose to spend with us as special and intimate. I know I may be a little bent on this point, but it seems to be working.
In a previous post, I discussed autodidactic learning. It’s this method of education I’m most familiar with. However, I always wanted to obtain a college degree of some sort. For whatever reason, I convinced myself I wasn’t smart enough to achieve my goal. As I was torn between my beliefs and desires, I spent considerable time trying to further my education. Throughout the years, I attended several colleges utilizing distance learning platforms.
I attended schools located in the following states:
Illinois
Maryland
Virginia
Texas
Minnesota
Florida
Tennessee
In most cases, I wasn’t anywhere near the campus. Eventually, I got over my fear and finished my undergraduate degree. I consider my education journey as “The School of Hard Knocks.” If I had believed in myself earlier, achieving the first step of my goal wouldn’t have been so challenging. Throughout my journey, I learned much about life, the world, and, most importantly, myself. Let’s take a moment to explore some of the benefits of distance learning.
Distance learning, also known as online education, has become increasingly popular in recent years. With advancements in technology, more and more people are turning to distance learning as a convenient and flexible way to further their education. Recently, we see online education being used to educate our children. Technology has made online learning a viable option for achieving an education.
Flexibility
One of the most significant advantages of distance learning is its flexibility. Distance learning allows students to conveniently access course materials and lectures, unlike traditional classroom settings. This flexibility is particularly beneficial for individuals with other commitments, such as work or family responsibilities. Distance learning allows students to create their study schedules and learn at their own pace, making it easier to balance their personal and professional lives.
Moreover, distance learning allows students to study from anywhere in the world. The constraints of a physical classroom do not bind them, and they can access their coursework from their homes or while traveling. This level of flexibility allows learners to adapt their education to their individual needs and circumstances.
Accessibility
Another advantage of distance learning is its accessibility. In traditional education, individuals who live in remote areas or have physical disabilities may face challenges in accessing educational institutions. Distance learning eliminates these barriers by providing access to education regardless of geographical location or physical abilities.
Through online platforms, students can participate in classes, submit assignments, and interact with instructors and fellow students from anywhere in the world. This accessibility opens up opportunities for individuals who may not have had access to education otherwise. It also fosters a diverse and inclusive learning environment where students from different backgrounds and cultures can exchange ideas and perspectives.
Furthermore, distance learning allows individuals to pursue their education while juggling other responsibilities. Many students who are working full-time or taking care of their families find it difficult to attend traditional on-campus classes. Distance learning allows them to continue their education without compromising their other commitments.
Cost-Effectiveness
Distance learning can also be a cost-effective option for many students. Traditional education often involves additional expenses such as commuting, accommodation, and textbooks. Students can save on these costs by studying from their homes with distance learning.
Additionally, many online courses and programs are more affordable than their on-campus counterparts. This affordability makes education more accessible to a broader range of individuals, regardless of their financial circumstances. It also allows students to explore a variety of courses and programs without worrying about the financial burden.
Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?
While working on my undergraduate degree, I had the Psychology of Play course. I immediately tried to drop the course as a grown-ass man; I had no time for play. The idea was ridiculous. The whole affair was an utter waste of time. It was a required course, so I had no choice but to complete this buffoonery. Over the preceding weeks, I actually learned a great deal about “play,” and the only buffoon; was me.
Play is a fundamental aspect of human behavior that has intrigued psychologists for decades. From childhood to adulthood, play serves various purposes and significantly impacts our mental and emotional well-being.
The Benefits of Play
Play is not just a frivolous activity; it serves several important purposes. One of the primary benefits of play is its role in promoting cognitive development. When we engage in play, our brains are actively processing information, problem-solving, and enhancing our creativity. Play provides:
A stimulating environment for learning and exploration.
Allowing us to develop essential cognitive skills such as problem-solving.
Critical thinking.
Decision-making.
Moreover, play also aids in the development of social skills. Through play, we have interaction, cooperation, and conflict-resolution opportunities. Whether playing team sports, engaging in cooperative board games, or participating in imaginative play, we learn how to communicate effectively, work together, negotiate, and compromise. These social skills acquired through play are crucial for building and maintaining relationships in childhood and adulthood.
Play as a Stress Reliever
Play has the remarkable ability to alleviate stress and promote relaxation. When we immerse ourselves in play through sports, games, or hobbies, our minds focus on the present moment, diverting attention from daily worries and concerns. This mental shift allows us to recharge, reduce anxiety, and improve our overall mood.
Engaging in play also activates the release of endorphins, commonly known as “feel-good” hormones, which further contribute to stress reduction and a sense of well-being. The enjoyment and pleasure derived from play can act as a natural antidote to the pressures and demands of everyday life, providing us with a much-needed escape and a sense of rejuvenation.
The Therapeutic Power of Play
In recent years, psychologists have recognized the therapeutic potential of play. Play therapy has emerged as a valuable tool in helping individuals, particularly children, express their emotions, cope with traumatic experiences, and develop problem-solving skills. Playing allows individuals to explore difficult situations in a safe and non-threatening environment, leading to emotional healing and personal growth.
Play therapy allows individuals to communicate their thoughts and feelings symbolically, making expressing and processing complex emotions easier. Through play, children can act out scenarios, create narratives, and use various play materials to represent their experiences and emotions. This process helps them gain insight, develop coping strategies, and resolve their challenges. Play therapy can be a transformative experience, enabling individuals to overcome difficulties, build resilience, and improve their overall well-being.
Conclusion: Nurturing the Playful Spirit
In conclusion, the psychology of play reveals its profound impact on our lives. Play enriches our mental and emotional well-being, from cognitive development to stress relief and therapeutic benefits. As we navigate through the complexities of life, it is essential to nurture our playful spirit and make time for activities that bring us joy and fulfillment.
We should embrace play as an integral part of our lives, regardless of age or responsibilities. Whether it’s engaging in recreational activities, pursuing hobbies, or simply allowing ourselves to be spontaneous and playful in our daily lives, we can experience the transformative effects of play.
So, let us prioritize play, create opportunities for playfulness, and uncover the immense benefits it has to offer. We can enhance our cognitive abilities, strengthen social connections, reduce stress, and promote emotional well-being by fostering our playful spirit. Let play be a source of joy, creativity, and personal growth.
If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
As a child, I remember watching baseball on television with my mother. I didn’t understand what I was watching, but I enjoyed my mother’s excitement as she watched her beloved “Cubbies.” However, the idea of playing the sport never really stuck. I played softball for a while but lost interest. I still enjoy watching the games when I have time to catch them. So, when I read this prompt, I knew I had to write a baseball story of sorts.
Pink Ferrets & Angry Platypus
Rico Strong’s Traveling Pink Ferrets & Angry Platypus Baseball Team
Once upon a time, a man named Rico Strong lived in a small town called Willowville. Rico was known far and wide for his extraordinary talent in training animals. He had a special connection with ferrets and platypuses and a dream – to create a baseball team like no other. But not just any baseball team; Rico wanted to form a team with pink ferrets and an angry platypus.
Rico had always been fascinated by the agility and quickness of ferrets. He believed their instincts and nimbleness would make them perfect for the outfield. As for the platypus, Rico had observed their fierce determination and strong-willed nature, which he thought would be ideal for a powerful pitcher. It was a crazy idea, but Rico was determined to make it a reality.
He traveled far and wide, scouring the world for pink ferrets and an angry platypus. He visited rainforests, deserts, and even remote islands in search of these unique creatures. He encountered countless challenges along his journey, but Rico’s determination never wavered. He faced treacherous terrains, wild animals, and even unexpected weather but pressed on, fueled by his unwavering passion.
Finally, after months of searching, Rico found what he was looking for. In a hidden valley deep within the mountains, he discovered a group of pink ferrets with shimmering fur. They were playful, agile, and had an undeniable charm. Rico knew he had struck gold with these ferrets. But his journey wasn’t over yet. Rico had heard rumors of an angry platypus living in a far-off swamp. Determined not to give up, he ventured into the swamp despite the warnings of its dangers. And there, in a murky pond, Rico found the angry platypus. It was bigger and fiercer than he had imagined, with venomous spurs and a fiery gaze. Rico knew he had found the missing piece of his team.
With his team of pink ferrets and the angry platypus, Rico set out to fulfill his dream. He built a baseball field in Willowville with state-of-the-art facilities and a cheering crowd. Word quickly spread about his unique team, and people from all over came to watch the Traveling Pink Ferrets & Angry Platypus play. The team’s agility, speed, and determination were unmatched, making them a force to be reckoned with.
As the team played their games, they faced many challenges. They encountered teams with stronger hitters, faster runners, and more experienced pitchers. But Rico’s team had something special – their unbreakable bond and unwavering spirit. They supported each other, cheered on, and never gave up.
The Traveling Pink Ferrets & Angry Platypus became the talk of the town with their incredible plays and electrifying performances. They won game after game, leaving their opponents in awe. Rico’s unique team captured the hearts of the locals and, media and baseball enthusiasts worldwide.
Ultimately, the Traveling Pink Ferrets & Angry Platypus became more than just a baseball team. They symbolized courage, unity, and the power of following one’s dreams. Rico Strong’s extraordinary vision had turned a seemingly crazy idea into a remarkable reality.
And so, the legacy of the Traveling Pink Ferrets & Angry Platypus baseball team lived on, inspiring generations to come. Their story was passed down from one baseball fan to another, reminding everyone that anything is possible with passion, determination, and a little imagination. The team’s success paved the way for more unconventional and innovative approaches in sports, proving that sometimes, the most extraordinary things can come from the most unexpected places.
The Traveling Pink Ferrets & Angry Platypus left a lasting impact on the baseball world, forever etching their names in the annals of sports history. Their remarkable journey was a testament to the power of teamwork, dedication, and belief in the impossible. Rico Strong’s dream had not only come true but had exceeded all expectations, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts and minds of all who witnessed their extraordinary feats.
The short answer is NO. However, as I have gotten older and gained more experience, I better understand some of the motives. Politics is in almost every aspect of life. I would love to say, “I don’t do politics,” as I have said on several occasions, but that would be incorrect. What I mean is I prefer a straightforward approach to things. This way, one knows where they stand in a given situation. However, that’s not how things work, is it? There seems to be some hidden agenda.
In an earlier post, I discussed my dream cars, so in this response, I’ll talk about my favorite vehicle I have owned. I’ve owned several cars over the years. My first pickup truck was a 1969 Ford F-100. She was called ”The Gypsy” and was the ugliest vehicle I ever owned. However, she ran like a dream. I missed that ole’ girl.
Although I have been writing and drawing since I was a kid, I never really considered myself to be creative. This isn’t because I wasn’t encouraged or anything like that. It’s partly because I was surrounded by very talented people. I just didn’t consider my work good enough to make the cut.
I suppose another issue is I never found a particular style I excelled in. I enjoy writing every genre. It’s nothing better than getting an idea down on paper and seeing where it goes. Sometimes, that’s no further than a notation in a notebook or scribbled on a scrap of paper.
Lately, my friends have been expressing in my photography. I have to admit I enjoy capturing the images and seeing what stories they tell me. Yet, recently, I have been discovering the stories within themselves.
I must say I’m lucky. I get to tell stories by writing, photos, or film. Every now and then, I get combine all three. It’s special when things work out that way. When writing a screenplay, I must rely on imagery to get it done. This can be a challenge for a narrative fiction writer.
This is where the photography comes into play. I can capture images and use them as templates of the world I’m trying to create. This can be done with a video camera, but sometimes, the stills just work better for me.
Often, I sketch ideas and then try to find them in the real world. Well, I guess I’ve babbled enough for you to get the idea.
What are your favorite physical activities or exercises?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
There is nothing like taking a walk. I would add cigarettes and coffee to the mi, but that would only dimish the benefits. I was poor as a child, we had two ways to get anywhere; walking or riding your bike. In some cases, you ended up doing both. So I learned early to enjoy the journey. To freely allow the thoughts in my head to run wild. No one there sticking their opinion mudding up the process.
Even now, I walk with headphones on. The music provides a blanket shielding me from the outside. I hear my thoughts exhale, clear their throats, and call the rest of my body to order. My arms and legs are moving in unison to a subconscious rhythm. Yet, I realize my breathing is setting the tempo. My thoughts and ideas line up to me counted.
Next, I exclaim, not looking up at the next idea waiting to have their say.
“Good day, Mr. Khan”
“Good day.” I reply, waiting for them to get on with it. They take a moment to gather themselves to ensure not to waste my time. I’m thankful for the gesture actually. I can’t count the numerous times progress has been striflield by a ridiculous idea.
‘“Well get on with it,” I nudge.
“You see Sir, I been thinking the story needs a bit of restructuring.” Idea stated.
“How so?” I questioned. The idea went on to explain its opinion in great deal. I have to admit I like the idea. But I couldn’t let this go unchallenged. It was the principle of the thing. I can’t be having ideas rushing up to me at hours of the night thinking they’re to get their say. The other day I saw a wanna-be Picasso paint his cat pink.
Uncle Willie told me a story about a fella who had an idea to impress a woman. We all know the lengths men go to impress women. It’s ridiculous the things we come up with. Well this fella, got the idea that the women of his dreams was worth it. He met her at the local bowling alley. The story goes, she liked him well enough, but she always wanted to see what a kangaroo looked like up close. For months, they’d meet at the bowling alley and talk, but she kept bringing up the kangaroo thing. Finally, the fella invited her to fly with him to Australia to see a kangaroo. Her reply was that she didn’t know him well enough to go on a trip like that. What kind of woman did he think she was?
Cedric, the fella, was determined to have Gretchen, the woman, by any means necessary. So, he contacted a navy buddy who owed him a favor and got a damn kangaroo. Christmas Day 1966, when the bowling alley was closed, arranged for the place to open and convinced Gretchen to meet him there. So, Gretchen’s Christmas present was a kangaroo, named Rocky. Of course, Gretchen didn’t have any place to keep Rocky, so he lived with Cedric. Christmas 1967, they were married. The marriage lasted five years. Gretchen got the house and Rocky in the settlement. I know this may be hard to believe, but here is a photo from the day Gretchen and Rocky met.
Aunt Willie, on my father’s side, a bit touched if you listen to Nana. Despite this, Aunt Willie, was the most successful pig farmer in the state. A winter’s back, Aunt Willie got a notion that Charlene and Jessup, her pet pigs didn’t want to spend the winter in the cold. So, she pack them up and took them to the beach. The local took exception to the pigs at the beach and made a big ruckus. However, Aunt Willie was to snap a picture of Charlene and Jessup before things got out of hand.
I have to admit I’m a bit jealous, they look rather peaceful.
There’s nothing like a good stroll to clear your mind and you get a little exercise to boot.
I’ve been pretty fortunate in my life, for the most part. I’ve done a great deal of traveling in my lifetime. I found myself in places I didn’t know existed and places I thought you only read about in travel books that lay on the coffee tables of most of my friend’s living rooms. I remember several mothers sitting in their chairs, thumbing through the magazines, sporadically mentioning something that caught their eye. Honestly, I never imagined leaving the state, let alone leaving the country.
Despite my travels, there are a few cities I wouldn’t mind visiting. Crete, Milan, and Sydney.
While I was stationed in Korea, a few friends of mine got the notion that we wanted to spend Christmas in Australia. This is the same crew that participated in the high jinxes of I Got Drunk in Korea and Woke Up in Japan. Not familiar with that story? Click here. Now, we intended to have a relatively tame experience in comparison to the previously mentioned adventure, but no fun is for suckers. At least, that was the favorite saying of one of the members of the crew.
The unit we assigned was constantly on alert status. So, I was on call 70 percent of the time I was there. Another specialist was assigned to the unit about a couple of months before the holidays, and he finally had enough training to take a shift. This meant I got a much needed break. My plans were to drink and drink some more. I had never been one to plan anything special. I just kind of went with the flow. The crew suggested the Australia trip. I thought about it and responded with why not. We didn’t have much money, so we couldn’t afford plane tickets. This is where I came in. I was the idea guy. So I made a call, and there was a Hop over to Australia.
I couldn’t believe it. Christmas in Sydney. I got all excited, so the fever had got to us all. We put in for passes and packed our bags. We rode the bus as far south as possible, then took a cab. There we were at the airport, congratulating one another. The only problem was on a Hop it was space available. You could get bumped for several reasons. So, we sat anxiously waiting to see if we could catch the flight. One of the guys flirted with a female Airmen, and she assured us we would be good to go. I wasn’t paying it, but who knows it might work out.
As it turned out, the Airmen was true to her word; we got seats. We were heading to the plane and heard an announcement over the intercom. I didn’t hear what was said initially, but the guys grabbed me and said come on. The announcement had called for us by name, which only meant one thing: our unit was on alert. So, the plan was to pretend we didn’t hear the announcement and get on the flight. We could deal with any punishment when we got back, So we hid and waited for an opening to board the plane.
The opening we had been waiting for had finally arrived. We were making our move towards the plane when I heard a soft voice behind me.
“You gonna make me chase you, soldier?”
Sydney was 100 feet away. I could make it. However, I turned around to look into the eyes of one of the most beautiful women I had seen. I tried not to react, but apparently, my expression gave me away.
The MP sergeant stepped to me and said softly,” Let me guess, you think I’m cute and don’t take me seriously?” I swallowed and presumed the position of parade rest. Three extremely large MPs joined her, bearing no-nonsense expressions. She studied me momentarily with her emerald eyes and then nodded.
“Follow us, soldiers,” she ordered.
She and another soldier drove us back to our unit. Defeated, we exited the van and were met by our boss. He looked relieved at the sight of us, which meant things were bad. I turned to look back at the van and gazed right into the eyes of the Sergeant again. We held each other gaze momentarily, and then they drove off. For the next three days, I didn’t sleep. I worked on what seemed like every system we had. The chatter was they would strike us from multiple fronts, but it turned out to be nothing but smoke.
I finally made it to my rack late in the morning, Christmas day. The scratchy wool blanket and worn out pillow never felt so good.
“Wiz….Wiz!” my boss woke me from my coma. “Step lively … free booze,” he continued. I jumped into a pair of jeans and a sweater. We got the NCO Club, and there was an amazing spread. The crew was already there slipping on wine. I instantly perked up. It was a lovely dinner, and after a couple, only a few of us left drinking and telling stories. Then I heard a familiar soft voice.
“May we join you?” the voice asked, I looked up into the eyes of the MP sergeant. She had three other women with her. “These are my friends; I hope you don’t mind?” she asked. I looked at my friends, who were grinning like schoolboys. I nodded, and they all sat down. Each of them took their pick. The sergeant sat next to me.
“I’m Fiona, and you are?” she asked, smiling. She knew exactly who I was. We chuckled and enjoyed the rest of the night with our friends.
It wasn’t Sydney, but that Christmas turned out okay.
Have you ever performed on stage or given a speech?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I’ve given speeches and lectures several times during my adulthood. However, I’ve been a victim of stage fright. Yet, I’ve done so many of them you couldn’t tell. However, I’ve only performed on stage once.
My stage debut was in a musical called Let George Do It. My teacher came into the class and told us we would perform a musical for the whole school. I didn’t understand what that really meant, but I listened. I can’t remember how this happened, but I ended up with the lead part of George Washington. Of course, since this was a musical, the lead role required me to sing. I didn’t sing then, and I don’t sing now. However, I figured my refusal to sing would indeed send me to the back, where I could pretend to sing along. As it turned out, my teacher had other ideas.
She decided I speak all the parts of the lead role. I was terrified, but somehow I got through it. Unbeknownst to her, this brilliant move launched my public speaking career. I’m indebted to her for that. It has served me well over the years. Thanks teach.
I would like to think I’m a decent judge of character overall. However, there have been occasions over the years where I have been hoodwinked. I’m sure most you may have experienced this phenomenon and probably don’t like it anymore than I do.
Because of being hoodwinked in the past, I’m not as trusting of people as I had in the past. Despite this, I try to keep an open mind. I have found that there are times when I have been surprised by people. It doesn’t happen often, but it does happen.
People are going to be who they are. I just hope I’m not hoodwinked.
I watched so many cartoons as a child I can’t remember them all. Of course, the classics like Scrooby-Do and Bugs Bunny. However, there was one cartoon that appeared later. GI-Joe ended up being my jam. It might have sparked from having the action figure GI Joe with the kung-fu grip. Whatever the reason, I enjoyed every episode I was able to catch. What’s cool is that YouTube has all the episodes.
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
This isn’t a hard question for me. I would love to live somewhere in the woods. As long as I had wifi. The first places that come to mind are Montana & Wyoming. I spent time in both of these places and I loved it.
I’ve never really paid attention to the things I wear once I became an adult. I’ve found I’m most comfortable in pair of Dickies pants, a good boot, and a ball cap. Yeah, this prompt doesn’t require a lot of thought.
As a child, I developed a fondness for spending time in the parks. I would ride my bike to the different parks in my hometown. Each time I relocate, I drive around the new location to find the parks in the area. I search the surrounding areas for national parks, wildlife refuges, or reserves. I loved spending time in nature. It helps me to clear my head. I’ve written some of my best story ideas in these places. One of the reasons I love my iPad.
So, I take my trusty Nikon and cell as a backup to capture the glimpses of the world that usually only reside in our memories that fade over time. From time to time, they appear in fragments that invoke smiles whose warmth melts away the grime.
Shot during the early days of COVID-19
Seagulls in a local State Park
I like this little fishy
I love to combine challenges, so I took the opportunity to participate in a challenge I came across earlier this month. Here is my entry for XingfuMama’s Pull Up a Seat Challenge
I had to think a moment before answering this prompt. There are several months of the year that hold a special place.
November is special because it’s officially sweater season, and my sweater game is ridiculous. Early April is nice. It’s the beginning of planting season. I love digging in Spring dirt, hoping something magical will occur in a few weeks.
Typically, I read several books at once. However, lately, I’ve slowed down quite a bit. Over the last few months, I’ve been reading one at a time. This month, I’ve been reading crime noir novels. One of the best crime writers in the business is James Ellroy. He created a series called the L.A. Quartet. I wasn’t aware of this before I started reading L.A. Confidential.
This book is a solid read so far. I will write a complete of the book upon finishing it. Yep, I’m feeling another installment of the Knucklehead Report.
If I’ve learned anything as of late, it is life is the uncertainty of life. However, if things go as planned, I will be retired in decent health. Decent health because good health left a few years back. It didn’t even leave a note. I think I feel some sort of way about the whole affair. Often, I wonder what I will do with myself during retirement. The short answer is … Whatever I want.
First, I will buy a support truck filled with motorcycle parts. I will be the last to retire, and we plan to drive the historic Route 66 on motorcycles. My job at this point is to drive the support vehicle to handle any maintenance issues that may arise. All of us are former mechanics, so no worries about being able to handle any issues that may occur.
Next, I will ensure all camera equipment is ready to document the trip. This list includes video camera, DSLR, dash cam, and spares of all the accessories. I will bring plenty of notebooks to record my rants. It’s sacrilege to have a good rant go undocumented. I will also include an iPad and laptop for those lazy days. Well, that’s the plan anyway.
The first time I noticed my iPad notifying me about my screen time usage was disturbing. I didn’t know it was a thing until that point. I wondered why it tracked this information and what it would do with it. So, instantly, I pulled out my journal and started hashing out theories about what “The Man” would do with this information. Tracking my screen time, what? They better get out of here with that mess.
Of course, I was in a full PTSD episode, and my paranoia was out of control. Despite this, I took steps to limit my screen time. I still use most of them.
I manage my screen time the old fashion way. I pick up a book. I have no problem getting lost in a story of another design. However, if I’m working on a story or an idea for an article, I write down things down in a journal. I practice stream of consciousness writing. This exercise frees me from the confides of my mind. It allows me to forget about time and distractions. I usually have a audiobook playing in the background. Interesting enough, research suggests that visual reading and audiobooks stimulate the same region of the brain. Crazy, I know.
Listening to audiobooks for me took some getting used to. I found myself getting distracted. However, over time I use as an exercise in active listening. Well that’s it. That’s all of it.
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE – CREATIVE NON-FICTION/FICTION – MAYBE A LITTLE OF BOTH
I could lie here, but I won’t. I could spin a fantastic but believable yarn about something that has nothing to do with the question. I’m a fiction writer; it’s what I do. You know, it’s my jam. One might even say it was my birthright. There are several writers in my family and all. I love learning. But school? I needed that like I needed another hole in my head. So, like any other flagrantly bored kid, I became a miscreant. A chatterbox, class clown, or any other thing I could think of that keeps me entertained. I considered my antics to be my responsibility to keep things lively. Until one day, my actions had reached their limit.
My mother tried to call my father, his secretary, a battle-axe of the highest order, my father’s description, not mine. I was too young to know what battle-axe meant and refused to disturb dear ole’ pop. So, my mother hung up the phone. By her expression, trouble was afoot. When my father came home, I was dismissed from the room. My mother started in on my father before he read his newspaper, a cardinal sin. Ticking off my mother, however, was a deadly sin. As I listened through the vent, I heard my mother go into lurid detail about her dissatisfaction.
There might have been flames. I couldn’t be sure. Once, during a bedtime story, Mother confessed to being part dragon.
Father: But…But … But … I can explain.
By the sound of his voice, it was apparent my father was miserable. I remember being scolded by my mother, and it wasn’t anywhere close to the level of what I heard. I felt miserable.
Afterward, Father came into my room and gave me the look. You know, the one parents give their children that lets the child know whatever reason they are showing that look stops now. Then he followed it with the look that only evolves in the following.
Action One: The head immediately drops down and avoids eye contact.
Action Two: Shoulders droop with the execution of a defeated sigh. There is a slight hesitation between the droop and the sigh. Timing is everything.
Action Three: The Apology
This is the most crucial of the actions. Execution is paramount. One could have nailed the first two actions, but bugger the third. It’s over. Here are a few suggestions I have witnessed and used in the past.
Pleading eyes – crucial
The swallow – a hard swallow after the pleading eyes, masterful
The acknowledgment – a simple “Yes sir or ma’am” executed in the proper tone; genius
The Apology – This must be nailed with an adequate amount of sincerity and remorse. I cannot stress the importance of this enough. Watery eyes or tears are allowed, even if you are a boy. We have to do what is necessary. There is no shame in it.
Now, my father stood there looking at me strangely. I knew my execution was flawless. Yet, I wondered why he hadn’t left the room. I had to resist the temptation to speak. It might ruin the effectiveness of my performance. Finally, he said.
“You know,” he started. We are aware that nothing good comes from sentences starting off like that. I attempted to settle as I thought, “Oh Boy!”
“When I was young, I always wanted a knucklehead son and look a knucklehead!” he said, gesturing towards me. He turned and headed out of the room.
“You know,” he said. There’s that phrase again.
“The apology was good. Very good, if I’m being honest. I almost bought it. Your timing was off. You’ll have to step up your game to fool your mother.” he finished and walked the room.
I never did fool my mother. I think my father derived a bit of pleasure from watching me try. In the present, I can say that English was my favorite subject. I used it to become a decent storyteller. I enjoy putting words together like a puzzle.
I’d like to thank Cyranny’s Cove for doing us the courtesy of providing inspiring words that shaped this story. If you haven’t checked out the site, get over there.
I hope you enjoyed today’s story. Trying to make the words fit the story in my head was hard. But I had a blast.
What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever found (and kept)?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
As a child, I could be classified as strange or weird. I spent a great deal of time alone riding my bike or sitting by the lake staring at nothing. One day, I noticed a radio on bench. I waited all day for someone to come back for it. It was nice and fancy radio. I was sure someone would return for it. However, no one ever did. I took the radio home, but my mother made me return it. We waited until dark and no one came back. So she let me keep it. I played that radio every day until one day it just stopped.
I learned how to repair radios after that. I’ve built them out of spare parts. I’ve listened to radio broadcasts from around the world.
A few years later, my mother made me change schools. I wasn’t a problem child or anything so I couldn’t understand I had to leave all my friends. It seemed like the end of the world, but it wasn’t. I swore I didn’t belong there and would never make any friends. However, one kid took upon himself to be my friend. While everyone else treated me like a pariah. This kid did his best to make me feel welcome. I don’t think I ever thanked him for that.
One day, we found a rabbit’s foot by the school we so excited. About what I can’t remember why, but none of that matters. What matters is at that moment we made a lasting memory. Something I didn’t know until decades later. Well my friend has kept that rabbit foot all these years. When he told me he still had the rabbit’s foot I couldn’t believe it.
It’s cool finding a radio would change my life. The coolest things I’ve found are a shortwave radio and rabbit’s foot
Who is the most famous or infamous person you have ever met?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
In the late 80’s, I was on my way overseas when I looked up to see a guy who seemed oddly familiar. I knew I didn’t know him, but still he seemed familiar. It turned out to be El Debarge. Back then we could still smoke on the plane. So, I finished my cigarette while watching the people surround him.
Finally, I went to make sure I wasn’t crazy. For those who me, my sanity is debatable. However, this time I was correct. Mr. Debarge was pretty cool and humble I sat there watching him listen to us babbling about anything that came to mind. I remember the incident fondly.
Bonus, the Mary Jane Girls were on the plane as well. They were nice ladies who put up with endless questions.
Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
For most things, I’m a tightwad, even described as squeezing a penny so tight you can see the booger in Lincoln’s nose. There’s truth in that statement, with one exception. When it comes to my tech, I Typically spare no expense.
I don’t run out buying tech all willy-nilly. There will be none of that nonsense. Each piece of equipment must be researched again and again before purchase. Despite this rule, I keep equipment long after it should be replaced or upgraded.
Examples of this devotion to all things frugal: I shoot most of my photos with a secondhand Nikon D3200 and process video on a MacBook Pro. The MacBook Pro was ridiculously priced but is worth the coin. I’ve worn out three Windows boxes since I purchased my Mac.
My Sony FS5 was by far the most expensive equipment I own. She is old but gets the job done. I’m looking for a new camera body to possibly replace my Nikon. It’s going to cost an arm and leg, but what am I going to do? I have no choice, you know? Men and their toys and all.
I know there are people in this world who don’t entertain the idea of having a pet. I get it. They can be messy, expensive, and a lot of work. They even of the nerve at times to look at you as if you have done something inappropriate.
This is Roscoe … He always looks at me this way
Let’s not mention, talking to them and they completely ignore or disregard what your saying to them.
This is Emmett … He such a ham. He never pays me any attention
Seven years, I been dealing with this fella. Not so much as peep. You’d think if you dig holes in a guys years for that long, you could be at least friendly.
Sophie and Me chillin seeing what we can get into next
Sophie was a rescue and we have been together for two years now. I truly believe we rescued each other. I have bad days sometimes and she seems to understand when I’m having a hard time and comes to me. It’s quite amazing if you think about it.
Now, I going to provide some general information about ESA’s and their benefits.
The Importance of an Emotional Support Animal
Emotional support animals play a crucial role in providing comfort and emotional stability to their owners. These animals are not just pets; they are certified to provide specific assistance to individuals with mental health disorders. ESAs can help alleviate symptoms of anxiety, depression, PTSD, and other emotional conditions. They offer unconditional love, companionship, and a sense of security, which can greatly improve the overall well-being of their owners.
The Benefits of Emotional Support Animals
There are numerous benefits of having an emotional support animal. Firstly, the presence of an ESA can help reduce feelings of loneliness and isolation. Many individuals with mental health conditions often struggle with social interactions, but having a loyal companion by their side can provide a sense of belonging and comfort. ESAs can also help regulate emotions by providing a source of calmness and stability during times of distress.
Moreover, emotional support animals can help individuals cope with stress and anxiety. The simple act of petting or cuddling with an ESA has been proven to release endorphins, which are known as “feel-good” chemicals. This natural boost in mood can help reduce anxiety levels and promote relaxation. Additionally, the responsibility of taking care of an ESA can provide a sense of purpose and routine, which is particularly beneficial for individuals struggling with depression.
The Legal Rights of Emotional Support Animals
It is essential to understand the legal rights surrounding emotional support animals. In many countries, including the United States, ESAs are protected under the law. This means that individuals with valid ESA certifications can have their animals accompany them in housing that otherwise has a “no pets” policy. They are also allowed to travel on airplanes with their emotional support animals without having to pay additional fees.
However, it is important to note that emotional support animals are not the same as service animals. Service animals undergo extensive training to perform specific tasks for individuals with disabilities, while emotional support animals provide emotional comfort. Understanding the distinction between the two is crucial to ensure the appropriate rights and accommodations.
Sometimes, it’s hard for me to remember what it’s like to be a kid at heart. Lately, I’ve been reminiscing about childhood. I have had several random memories.
I remember pacing endlessly, wondering if my latest crush was into me. I enlisted help from my friends to discern my plight, but they weren’t any help. Then, a girl from the class appeared out of nowhere. She was known to accomplish this feat regularly. There was talk if she was some sort of fairy or some other mythical creature. Putting aside her unknown origins, she offered a probable solution to my crisis. There was a daisy in her hand.
She began plucking the pedals one by one, uttering, ” She loves me,” “She loves me not.” We waited as she continued plucking as if the fate of the world rested on the result. When she finished, I had a new love. However, this result was the farthest from the truth. I remember playing this game. It gives me a hardy laugh.
One of my friend’s mother asked me once if I was part squirrel. I didn’t know what she meant, but looking back, I can see why she asked that. I would scurry up a tree in a heartbeat, leaving her son looking up and complaining until he found the courage to climb up with me. We were kings, looking down at the world. We would pack sandwiches and comic books, staying there for hours.
I remember spending hours on various swing sets around the neighborhood. This photo reminds me of an old swing set where I used to sneak and swing. It was something sitting there gathering my thoughts about what mischief I was going to into next.
The bottom represents the playground swing I played with as a child. The swing I used to court my latest crush. The laughter, how I remember the laughter. It was almost like we didn’t know fear. We shared interests, fears, and passions. We never considered whether or not the information we shared would be used against us. It was friendships forged from innocence.
There are far too many quality websites to call one my favorite. However, there are a few I visit regularly. I understand this might be the time to publicly admit. [Clearing my throat] My name is Mangus, and I’m a bookworm and shopaholic. Because of this compulsion, I spend a considerable amount of time on Amazon. I just can’t help myself. I have one of those Kindle Fire things, so I buy books all the time. To make matters worse, I acquire most of my provisions from there as well. Not to mention office supplies, electronics, and ridiculous whatnot that one buys on a wimp.
Until recently, I spent a great of time on Goodreads. A social media site for bookworms. I admit the idea is exciting. However, I have purposely been weening myself from Goodreads in hopes of somehow curving my book buying. Then there’s Abe.com; where can you believe this madness; people post books for sale. There are first editions and the lot waiting for me to enter my credit card information. Thriftbooks.com has reasonably priced books and a points system so you can get some discounts. So not fair.
Wish me luck in my pursuit of curving my addictions. I’m running out of space for bookshelves and my Kindle is almost full.
You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
Dealing with a Djinn is like bucking the tiger odds. The odds are in favor of the house. This is because we speak in generalities. we are specific about what we want or need. Sometimes, we actually think we know exactly what we need only to find out it isn’t what we needed at all.
If I remember my scripture, Solomon was the wisest man in the world and there wouldn’t be another as wise as him. If he couldn’t get it right, then I suppose we are good.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this, not even a little bit. Somewhere along the way, the little bastard got to me. Maybe it was his eyes full of innocence that looked up at me as he gripped my finger when I met him. He stole his grandmother’s heart at the first coo. I wasn’t falling for that cute shit. He’s a male. He must be raised hard, tough, and ready. No pansies are allowed in my clan. No sir. No way.
However, from the start, I saw he going to be different. I saw something in him I wasn’t used to seeing. There was a kindness to him, not the kind that makes you soft. But the kind that makes people want to be around. The kind that’s the foundation of becoming a good man. My grandson is also a very thoughtful young man. I’m pretty sure he got these traits from his grandmother.
I have also noticed he has a bit of a mean streak, something he definitely got from my side of the family. However, I seldom see this side. All in all, he is a cool kid. You can’t tell him; he might think I’m getting soft.
There was a time when running was everything to me. I’ve literally have run hundreds if not thousands of miles in my life. It’s something about the struggle between your mind and body. The two of them trying to find synchronicity. The feeling is difficult to put into words.
Pushing past the pain, the burn in your lungs, the ache from your muscles, and the satisfaction once you have completed. Brings back memories. Depending on the weather, each run presents a difficult challenge. I always secretly loved running in the rain. Especially, a storm. I’d run straight into in an act of defiance. Knowing I should be inside, but no!
The battle between my will and Mother Nature had begun. Of course, I wasn’t going to win, but I would not be taken lightly. I would not cower inside like a good boy and wait. Yeah, that’s where was at, right there. Recalling it, brings back the emotions. My heart rate elevates, my breathing deepens, and my focus is on target.
I sometimes forget how I developed my love for running. How I built up my endurance, stamina, and intestinal fortitude. Oddly, it was from walking. I can’t to do the miles and rage war against the elements anymore by running. However, I can still go on a walk. I love it.
Let me explain why walking is so important to me. In earlier post, I babbled about a bionic kid wanting to a gymnast. It was attempt to be humorous, but missed the mark. Some of you might remember the story. For those who don’t remember or don’t have the foggiest idea what I’m about. Here is a link to the story
What I didn’t tell you about was after that fiasco I had to learn to walk again. I broke my hip in several places and lived in a body cast for a period of time. This marked the end of the adorable years. All my adorable chubbiness, which attracted women from the corners of the Earth just for the pleasure of pinching my cheek.
I never been a fan of cheek pinching, but it usually resulted in candy. So, I swallowed my disdain for the sake of candy. Once, I lost the chubbiness, the candy connection was over. Then, I met with healthy snacks, like apples, applesauce, and random raw vegetables from my grandmother garden. Of course, I suddenly wished I hadn’t broke my hip.
My journey of learning to walk again was challenging. I still don’t think I walk without a slight, but hitch in my step. It seemed I was going to be on crutches forever. I wasn’t before long, I was walking. Then I could run. Boy was I fast.
I walked everywhere. All across town, the different neighborhoods, the different stores, and all the different parks in town. I remember being told certain parks were only for the people who lived in the area. I paid that mess no attention. I kept walking.
Walking has always seem to be the activity where I can clear my mind. The activity where I can the peace that often escapes during the routines of the day. I can gauge myself while walking. Too much pain, tells me I’m not where I need to be physically. Or at least a good indication of my physical status.
Essays and stories have bloomed from my walks. My walks have also been the thread that has sworn together the story fragments that sometimes aimlessly linger in the corners of our minds. There not tucked too deep so we can forget, but they poke their heads out from time to time.
I look at this prompt with a certain measure of disbelief. Why would I pay anything to go to the moon? Let’s examine the question. Let me go at the possible advantages of going to the moon, let alone paying to go. From what I understand, the Moon is cold. I’ve been cold in my lifetime, and I don’t want to be cold. The winter season here on Earth is more than enough. I’ve spent winters in several different regions. I’m quite familiar with cold weather.
Now, how many science fiction stories have you read where anything good happens with living on the moon? I haven’t read any. If there are any that you know, please let me know. Here’s something interesting to consider. I’m a writer, so if I want to go to the Moon, all I have to do is write about it. Yep, all I have to do is sit in front of my laptop and devise a beautiful tale about a lunar adventure. Or I could pull out a stack of 28lbs paper and start writing.
So you see, there is no need to pay to go to the Moon when you are a writer. Pay to go to the Moon. Are you kidding me right now?
What’s something most people don’t know about you?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I had several different responses to this prompt. I actually made very detailed notes on something else. However, I was at my brother’s motorcycle shop. I took several photos of his projects. I can’t disclose any of the works in progress. However, there is one I’m sure he won’t mind.
Over the last decade, I’ve gone on about my desire of wanting to ride a motorcycle. We have talked extensively during that time about owning one. Once, I went so far as to discuss the design of a bike. My brother graciously entertained my thoughts. However, I know nothing about designing or building a bike. He could have taken the opportunity to berate me. He didn’t, but he did something else instead.
One day, he tells me he will build me a bike. Now, I did my best not to be all giddy and lose my shit. I don’t think I pulled it off. I thought he joking around, but I went around the shop and took pictures of my future bike.
Let’s take a look, shall we…
Now, some may feel my baby is in rough shape. I assure you it’s in better shape than I am. Thanks to my brother’s I now have an opportunity to fulfill a lifelong dream. Riding on the open road with the wind in my face and all that. Yes, I know it sounds cheesy, but don’t judge me!
The longer you live the more things you remember. There are many historical events that stand out in my mind. It’s hard to choose which ones to talk about. So, I’ve decided to discuss a few that impacted my life. These events made me stop and think about the world around me. Sometimes, I find myself a little taken back by the level of carnage some members of humanity are willing to unleash.
I wish this quote by Joseph Conrad had no relevance in today’s society. Sadly, it is just as relevant today as when he wrote it.
Orlando Nightclub Shooting
On June 12, 2016, a horrific event in Orlando, Florida, shook the nation. Omar Mateen, a 29-year-old man, carried out a mass shooting at Pulse, a gay nightclub, resulting in the loss of 49 innocent lives and leaving 53 others wounded. The impact of this senseless act of violence reverberated far beyond the walls of the nightclub, leaving a deep scar on the LGBTQ+ community and the nation as a whole.
The Devastating Impact
The Orlando nightclub shooting was not just an act of violence but a targeted attack on a specific community. It attacked love, acceptance, and the freedom to be oneself. The LGBTQ+ community has long fought for equality and acceptance, and this tragic event served as a painful reminder that there are still those who seek to harm and oppress individuals based on their sexual orientation.
In the aftermath of the shooting, the nation came together to mourn the loss of innocent lives and support the LGBTQ+ community. Vigils were held across the country, with people from all walks of life coming together to stand in solidarity. It was a powerful display of unity and a testament to the resilience and strength of the human spirit.
The Importance of Remembering
As time passes, we mustn’t forget the Orlando nightclub shooting. We must remember the lives that were lost and the pain that was inflicted on the LGBTQ+ community. We honor the victims and their families by remembering and keeping their memories alive. Through this place, we can continue to fight for a world where everyone is accepted and loved for who they are.
Furthermore, the Orlando nightclub shooting serves as a reminder of the work that still needs to be done to prevent such acts of violence in the future. It highlights the need for better gun control measures to prevent individuals with harmful intentions from obtaining weapons. It also emphasizes creating a society that celebrates diversity and fosters acceptance.
I remember being outraged by this event. I wondered what was wrong with the young man. What was happening underneath the rhetoric? Of course, I will never know the answer to this question. However, this event didn’t hit me in the gut until a close friend shared her thoughts. Then finally exclaimed:
“They’re killing us, Mangus. They’re killing us!”
I had no idea what to do or how, if anything, I could comfort her. I still don’t. The event was senseless and cruel.
The Capitol Riots 2021
On January 6, 2021, some Americans lost their damn minds and stormed the Capital Building in Washington, D.C. This event should have never happened, but it did. Nearly three years later, I still question the point of the entire affair. I can remember staring at my boss like she had lost her mind. I heard her words, but they didn’t make sense.
The Attack on Democracy
The barrage of questions continued for a few minutes until I accepted that our Capital was under siege. I was furious. I felt helpless. I couldn’t do anything to right this wrong. It was no longer my job.
To attempt to overturn a presidential election by force is wrong on so many levels. I’m doing my best here to go into full mode.
Deep breaths…Mangus: Deep breaths … filth and foul and filth foul …deep breaths, use your words.
Civil disobedience is one of the things that made America what it is. However, in my opinion, the actions of that day went against the spirit of the country. That day was not our finest hour. We are better than this madness. It would behoove us to remember that.
Here is a link to the timeline of that day’s events provided by the BBC.
Healing and Moving Forward
In the aftermath of the Capitol riots, the nation grappled with the deep divisions that had been exposed. It was a stark reminder that democracy is fragile and requires constant vigilance. But in the face of this unprecedented attack on our democracy, there were glimmers of hope and unity.
Leaders from both sides of the political spectrum condemned the violence and called for accountability. The swift impeachment of the then-president and the subsequent investigations into the events of that day signaled a commitment to upholding the rule of law.
Furthermore, the resilience of the Capitol staff and law enforcement officers who worked tirelessly to protect the building and its occupants should be recognized and commended. Their bravery in the face of danger serves as a reminder of the dedication and sacrifice that public servants make every day.
Lessons Learned
The events of January 6, 2021, serve as a wake-up call for the nation. They highlight the urgent need to address the underlying issues that led to such a violent insurrection. We must examine the root causes of the division and discontent that fueled this attack on our democracy.
Moreover, the Capitol riots underscore the importance of education and critical thinking in a democratic society. We must invest in civic education and media literacy to ensure that citizens have the tools to discern fact from fiction and to engage in constructive dialogue rather than resorting to violence.
As we reflect on the Capitol riots of 2021, let us remember the lessons learned and work towards healing the wounds that continue to divide our nation. Only through unity, understanding, and a commitment to the principles of democracy can we build a brighter future for all Americans.
2017 Las Vegas Shooting
On October 1, 2017, the world was shocked as a horrific event unfolded in Las Vegas, Nevada. A lone gunman, identified as Stephen Paddock, opened fire on a crowd of concertgoers attending the Route 91 Harvest music festival. The attack resulted in the loss of 58 innocent lives and hundreds injured. This tragic incident is one of the deadliest mass shootings in modern American history.
The Devastating Impact
The impact of the 2017 Las Vegas shooting was felt by the victims, their families, and the entire nation. As news of the attack spread, a wave of grief and disbelief washed over the country. The concert, meant to celebrate music and unity, quickly turned into chaos and terror. Survivors and witnesses were left traumatized, forever scarred by that fateful night’s horrifying images and sounds.
The Las Vegas shooting also reignited the ongoing debate around gun control in the United States. The ease with which the shooter acquired a vast arsenal of weapons and ammunition raised severe concerns about the accessibility and regulation of firearms. Many called for stricter gun laws and comprehensive background checks to prevent similar tragedies from occurring in the future.
Unity and Resilience
In the face of such tragedy, the Las Vegas community displayed remarkable resilience and strength. Strangers came together to help the wounded, offering comfort and support amidst the chaos. First responders and medical professionals worked tirelessly to save lives and provide essential care to the injured. The city of Las Vegas rallied around the victims and their families, offering financial assistance, counseling services, and a collective shoulder to lean on.
The aftermath of the Las Vegas shooting also highlighted the importance of mental health support. Survivors and witnesses experienced profound emotional trauma that required professional intervention and support. Mental health organizations and counselors played a crucial role in helping individuals cope with the aftermath of the tragedy, emphasizing the need to prioritize mental well-being in the wake of such devastating events.
Conclusion
The 2017 Las Vegas shooting was an immense tragedy that deeply impacted the nation. The loss of innocent lives and the profound effects on the survivors and their families cannot be overstated. It serves as a somber reminder of the urgent need for stricter gun control measures and comprehensive mental health support in our society. This horrific event should compel us to reflect on the lives that were tragically cut short and the resilience displayed by the Las Vegas community. Moving forward, we must strive for a future where such senseless acts of violence are prevented, and where every individual feels safe and secure. Achieving this requires collective action and a steadfast commitment to change, as we honor the victims and work towards building a more peaceful and compassionate society.
The Capitol riots of 2021 will forever be etched into the annals of American history as a dark moment. It was a stark reminder of the fragility of democracy and the crucial importance of safeguarding our institutions. This shocking event shook the nation to its core, but it also sparked hope for healing and growth. As a nation, we can move forward by addressing the underlying issues that led to this unrest, fostering unity among our citizens, and prioritizing education to prevent such incidents from happening again. It is through these actions that we can strive for a better and more inclusive future, where the principles of democracy are upheld and respected.
The Orlando nightclub shooting was a tragic event that deeply impacted not only the LGBTQ+ community but also the entire nation. It served as a stark reminder of the ongoing presence of hatred and discrimination in our society. However, amidst the darkness, it also brought people together, showcasing the power of unity and love. As we remember the victims and their families, it is crucial that we continue to work towards creating a world where everyone feels safe, accepted, and valued. This means actively combating prejudice, fostering inclusivity, and promoting understanding. By doing so, we can honor the memory of those affected by this tragedy and strive for a society where diversity is celebrated and bigotry has no place.
What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?
PROSE – DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
It’s interesting how something just pops up. As if the universe has something to tell you.
“Psst, come here, buddy. I won’t bite.”
In such cases, the universe represents that crush you never dared to speak to more than a few seconds at a time. For some reason, you believed talking to them would ruin the perfect relationship you had developed in your mind. In your mind, her voice caressed your inner ear, her smile melted away any doubt, and you weren’t an awkward guy who would write his thoughts in a notebook.
Then, sometime in the distant future, time folds back on itself because that’s what it always does. It comes around, so you face the moment you avoided all those years ago. It comes whether you are ready for it or not. Most likely not, but that’s the enchantment of time isn’t. You learned some time back not to question the universe because it will do whatever it wants. So it goes …
This time, in the grind of time, I decided to revitalize the blog I started over a decade ago. I did so without any faith in my writing. Truthfully, I didn’t have any faith in myself. Eight months in today, my doubt has begun to fade. Yet, I ask myself whether or not my doubt is over? Despite this, every night right before bed, I rant by the light of an LED lamp.
I don’t rant for fame or glory; I write for sanity. I expose my scars and whisper my secrets. Once, I held them close to my heart. Like that was the move to make. As if sanity resided neath the scars because I could trust myself and no one else. No one would understand my demons; I didn’t understand them myself. This is what I told myself. It was belief, nay, my conviction. This is how depression is; this is how it pulls you in.
I thought I could be a conduit for someone else pain, grief, and anguish. In reality, I’m confessing my sins of war. The war within myself. My biggest risk is releasing the insomniac rants to the public. Yet, I have been doing it, you say? I have a few short story collections and a few novels I’ve been holding back. I hear the senior editor’s voice in my head, “What are you waiting on?”
I never thought I had what it takes to be a father. I felt I wasn’t caring enough. You know, those guys on television and movies make it so easy. They always knew exactly what to say at the proper moment. I’m not those guys. Constantly, I’m saying the wrong things all the time. Damn, an appropriate moment. If there is saying the wrong thing I’m good at, it is sticking my foot in my mouth. Shell-toe Adidas tastes decent, but I prefer Chuck’s. The more worn, the better.
So, I bet you are wondering if I’m a complete screw-up at being a father; how could it be the thing I’m the most proud of. It’s simple, I had to bust my ass to earn the title. I’ve put more energy into being a father than anything else. So, any accomplishments I’ve made were hard fought ones. So this makes their reward sweeter. However, I can’t rest on the fruits of my labor. Fatherhood continues to be challenging well into their adulthood. Their problems are bigger for some reason. What happened to the days of hair disasters, outfit malfunctions, and broken hearts.
I wish I had been around more for them. My occupation prevented the deep connections fathers sometimes have with their children. There are so many I couldn’t discuss with my family. So, I was an idiot and didn’t talk at all. That was a definite moment of brilliance (eye-roll). So, I provided them useless facts they couldn’t apply to most things due to the fact they didn’t live in the kind of world where knowledge of this sort was required. I ensured they didn’t have to deal with the madness I had as a child.
While raising my children, I suffered from PTSD. I thought I was tough enough to deal with the condition alone. Yeah, I was that jackass. Despite this, I’ve maintained a relationship with the children and the grandchildren. With the missed bedtime stories, Christmases, birthdays, and all the other things I missed I was trying to make the world better for them. I’m a lucky and blessed S.O.B., my sacrifices could have cost me the very thing I was trying to keep safe.
Where the Blackbird Sings: A storyline from the past I’ve been updating. I don’t currently have any intention on the purpose of this story. Whether it’s going to remain a short story or something more extensive. The most important aspect of this story is to continue writing until the story is complete.
Till the Sun Turns Black: An unfinished novel I’ve been playing around with for over a decade. Lately, I’ve been reexamining different portions of the manuscript, looking for new ways to make the story more compelling.
Unnamed Story: I’m currently working on a project initiated by another writer who could not complete it. This project is challenging because the initial concept wasn’t mine. In addition, it’s written from a female first-person POV. Since I’m not a woman, not having the protagonist sound masculine is complicated.
That’s all I have right now. Of course, I have several unnamed projects, but I have learned recently I need to prioritize my project to ensure completion.
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.
I can’t remember why I started this. I can’t see where it was supposed to go. I know there was reason, a pretty good I’m sure. I probably crafted some clever dialogue to explain my actions if someone were to ask. No one did. I must remember I didn’t start writing to post on a blog. Hell, I didn’t start writing to be read. I wrote as a means to understand the stirring voices in my head.
Yes, I understand how that sounds. I concede you might have gone mental. I assure you I haven’t. I’m a writer who is attempting to write honestly about a topic. You guys would sense me being full of crap in a heartbeat. Throughout the years, I tried to force the things I wanted to write. I fell pray to the …
“Hey, this seems interesting.” or
“I got a great response to this piece; let’s write more about this, you think?” Or
“This is my signature piece.”
Yeah, limiting myself, like it is the thing to do. I didn’t have to worry about being put in a box or labeled. I did it myself. Constantly, I waged war against myself about the things that ended up on the page. Instead of WRITING SHIT LIKE YOU MEAN IT! I wrote these quaint pieces trying to find the formula that works.
“Sometimes in writing we stumble into a story …other times we trip and fall over what we intended to write.
Mangus Khan – 2015
I truly enjoy the ability to create something out of nothing. Well, not really nothing, but more precisely, use everything to create a believable story. I’ve used a portion of overheard conversations, witnessed events, or conjured a scene from the splinters of my mind. Whichever the source, the joy is finding a way to string them together into something meaningful… I hope.
I’ve lectured about writers being time travelers of a sort. No one ever gets where I’m coming from when I make this statement. My point is simple, actually. We have the power to rewrite history to suit ourselves. As long as we make the story compelling. When we are making up stuff, it doesn’t have to necessarily be believable. Some of the most ridiculous stories are compelling. We laugh out loud or shake our heads as we finish the story.
I used to worry about what the reader would think about what I had to say. This is important to a degree. I used to worry about so much I would actually get stuck and stop writing. Or even worse, the idea would never see the page. I’ve told my writing team hundreds of ideas but never written. It was as if I whispered into the wind, hoping another writer in an unknown destination or time would hear it and write it down.
All this was before I began to believe in myself and the writing process. I stop trying to force my will onto the subject matter. I learned to let go and trip and fall into it.
Most importantly, I’ve learned to enjoy the entire process. For example, this very post I started writing it back in August. Of course, I had a lot to say about what I enjoy about writing. Oh yeah, let me tell you all about that about it. Let’s not. I’m good. Aren’t you?
This blog wasn’t supposed to be what it has become. I was ready to quit before I wrote the first post. However, I’ve kept going; believe me, this year has been incredible. I couldn’t imagine the success I’ve had here. You guys have taught me so much about writing as well as assisted me in realizing things about myself. Then, I wonder about stuff like this …
Will it matter how many doors opened, portals gazed through, or notebooks filled? Will we truly say all that we hear in the silence? Only you can answer these questions in the words you write. I wish words of kindness and love would replace the hatred lurking in the soul of man. I wish the tears that drench these pages were of joy instead of sorrow. I hope for a better tomorrow.
I wish what we find in our darkest hour, we embrace its truth. We have hid too long from who we really are. I wish that truth flourishes, providing the wisdom necessary as we bare our souls. It will be liberating to walk from behind the veil of another person’s ideal. I wish this unveiled soul speaks with passion and dignity, knowing by doing so, the words will be spoken with honor. I wish we could free ourselves and honestly speak soulfully.
“The essential thing is that you write about something you really care about. Identifying that something, however, is not always easy. Are surrounded by received opinion, a constant barrage of information, drama, ideas, and judgements offended us live, printed, and electronic. It is so much easier to know what we ought to think and feel then what we actually do. “
With that being said, I often find it difficult to find subjects I would like to write about. It’s challenging to make interesting content. However, I feel it’s critical to be honest with yourself as a writer. My favorite portion of writing is creating phrases. When I’m editing, I just want it to be over. However, I realize a properly edited piece can turn good writing into excellent writing. I didn’t always feel this way. Just ask my senior editor. I’m sure there were several moments when if she could have got her hands on me. It would not have been good for me. Sometimes writing is like …
The night whispers have faded as dawn stretches with one eye open and the other squinted. Caffeine burns through my bloodstream as I roll myself a cigarette in the early morning strain. Lately, my words don’t seem like mine; they are flat and lifeless as if my pen has lost its courage. The words tease as they linger on the tip of my tongue. Though submerged in this state of bewilderment, my face distorts into a smile. I realize that I have been preparing for this conversation for years. It became clear the difficulties never change. One minute, you stare blankly into the nothingness, and the next, you find yourself face down on your desk with slobber-drenched hair and coffee-stained lips. The result is a story about you, which is nothing more than a reflection about me, pulsing happily on a word processor.
While trying to remember, every word, sentence, or paragraph is another attempt for writers to learn to fly.
The other day, I was talking to a close friend, telling her I can’t expect many views because I’m not selling a product. Therefore, the SEO strategy should be different. She looked at me momentarily as if waiting for me to say something.
“The product you are selling is you. So, in this case, you have cornered the market; you are unique and exclusive.”
I look at this question and laugh. I know it isn’t intended to be funny, but it is. I don’t have a clue how to answer this question. Perhaps if I approach it in reverse. I know what makes a bad neighbor. I’ve had a few of those over the years. The kind of people who complain about the length of your grass. The polite suggestion of adding a coat of paint to your house.
However, I have neighbors bring baked goods to welcome my family to the neighborhood. I never trusted the sentiment. Perhaps, it’s my inability to understand the merits of strangers knocking on my door with a casserole. If you want to win me over, let’s start with a chocolate cake, a minimum of two layers. My wife asked once, “What kind of cave were you brought up in?” I looked at her before speaking. This time, I actually considered my response.
“It was quite nice. Quiet, low light, and no neighbors bringing random casserole. Honey, you know I don’t do random casserole.”
She looked at me momentarily with a smile slowly creeping to the corners of her face. She did her best not to laugh. There was even a flash of annoyance, but it didn’t hold. She walked away, muttering something about, “How crazy I can I be?”
As a kid, I spent hours watching a TV show, “The Man from Atlantis,” starring Patrick Duffy. This show was before he rose to fame as “Bobby Ewing” on the iconic drama Dallas. It was a horrible television show I barely remember. However, do remember spending time at the local swimming pool trying to mimic his swimming style. Now, I didn’t have much success in this endeavor. A fact I chalked up to me not being an Atlantean. I went to my mother and explained my plight. “Boy, you are crazy,” she replied as she shrugged on her coat, heading off to work.
Here’s a clip from the Man from Atlantis
I decided to give my explanation another try with my grandmother. She didn’t even respond. Well, not in a way I was accustomed. She sat me down for what would become one of the few shows we enjoyed together. I didn’t understand most of the show, but I thought it was cool. Swimming around underwater and whatnot is precisely what I will do when I grow up. Who needs superpowers or any of that stuff. Deep sea exploration was where it was at.
Here is Mimi’s show we shared together.
I hadn’t thought about any of this stuff for years. I’m almost ashamed when I think about how I jumped from career to career. But that’s what we do when we are young. We try out different opportunities before settling on a career that will last us a lifetime. Provide us fulfillment and joy. A career that, when we retire, we know our efforts made a difference.
Wow! I’m sorry, I have no idea where that bullshit came from. I guess since I was feeling nostalgic, it opened a portal to memories of people feeding me that line as they clearly wanted to be someplace else. I didn’t have the snark to call it on them then. It’s okay if I ever finish the time machine in my basement. I have enough snark now to handle the situation appropriately. Yep, I wanted to be a deep sea explorer and have all the cool toys. I would try it now if I was healthy enough and had a shot. Why the hell not!
I’ve always felt that people who do things as a matter of principle are full of crap. Typically, I’ve found they will remain steadfast with whatever the principal absence of any logical evidence. I don’t think they mean to do this intentionally, at least not right off. Sometimes, I feel they get caught up in the need to be right. Perhaps it is the fear of being wrong. Whichever the case, I find the result illogical to the point of insanity at times.
Most of us live by a set of rules, standards, or codes established based on a series of events that have occurred in our lifetime. Everyone has different standards because we process things differently. The crazy thing is that the standards we set change over time. Some things no longer have the Importance they once had. In these circumstances, we sometimes have difficulty accepting the changes. Honestly, accepting the changes is a demon most people face in various situations. Nobody is expecting you to admit this, not at all. Because denial is our next favorite thing.
Some common principles that people live by include:
Honesty: Being truthful and sincere in all interactions. This principle emphasizes the importance of transparency and trustworthiness in our dealings with others. It involves speaking the truth, keeping promises, and acting with integrity.
Respect: Treating others with kindness, dignity, and consideration. Respecting others means valuing their opinions, beliefs, and boundaries. It involves listening attentively, being open-minded, and refraining from judgment. By showing respect, we create a positive and inclusive environment for everyone.
Integrity: Acting in alignment with one’s values and moral principles. Integrity is about doing the right thing, even when no one is watching. It involves being honest, ethical, and accountable for our actions. We build trust and credibility in our personal and professional relationships by practicing integrity.
Responsibility: Taking ownership of one’s actions and obligations. Being responsible means fulfilling our duties and commitments. It involves being reliable, punctual, and accountable for the consequences of our choices. By being trustworthy, we demonstrate maturity and contribute to the well-being of our communities.
Compassion: Showing empathy and understanding towards others. Compassion involves recognizing and alleviating the suffering of others. It involves being kind, caring, and supportive. By practicing compassion, we foster connection and promote a more compassionate society.
Perseverance: Persisting and staying committed in the face of challenges. Perseverance is about not giving up when faced with obstacles or setbacks. It involves staying focused, motivated, and resilient. By practicing perseverance, we can achieve our goals and overcome adversity.
Gratitude: Appreciating and expressing thankfulness for what one has. Gratitude involves recognizing and acknowledging the blessings in our lives. It involves being thankful for the people, experiences, and opportunities that enrich our existence. We cultivate a positive mindset and enhance our overall well-being by cultivating gratitude.
Forgiveness: Letting go of resentments and granting forgiveness. Forgiveness involves releasing anger, bitterness, and grudges towards others. It consists in choosing to move forward and free ourselves from negativity. By practicing forgiveness, we promote healing and create space for personal growth.
Generosity: Sharing resources, time, and kindness with others. Generosity entails giving without expecting anything in return. It involves being selfless, compassionate, and supportive. By practicing generosity, we contribute to the happiness and well-being of others.
Humility: Recognizing and accepting one’s limitations and imperfections. Humility is about having a modest and humble attitude towards oneself. It involves acknowledging that we are not perfect and being open to learning from others. We foster humility, respect, and collaboration in our interactions by embracing humility.
These are only a few examples of the types of principles we use to define ourselves. I use a combination of some of these principles in varying degrees. I think it is crucial for me to do my best to be true to the person I strive to be.
Sometimes, it’s difficult to decide what things have the greatest priority. Everyone has so many things going on in their lives the only thing we can seem to do is breathe. Sometimes, we can only take quick and shallow breaths. Despite my daily tasks, my primary priority must always be doing all it takes to make a difference. I concede this priority is challenging, and perhaps I should choose a smaller task. One easier to complete, but this isn’t how I roll. It never has been.
When I wrote full-time, my writing team constantly accused me of procrastinating. We created several blogs, writing workshops, and countless other writing-related things during this time. Due to this, I wondered why they would say such a thing. I admit I might have been a little wounded. Just a tad. Then, one day, my senior editor had a conversation with me. If I’m being honest, it was more scolding. I felt like a child in the corner, sucking my thumb. Ready to blurt out, “I’m sorry, and I will never do it again,” at the proper moment. You know, timing is everything when it comes to apologies.
It wasn’t about everything we had accomplished; it was a single question about one thing. I hadn’t done. She wanted to know why I hadn’t finished my novels. She had every right to question me; I was writing a novel when we met. I couldn’t answer her then, nor can I answer her now. Worst of all, I have no answers for myself. Oh, I’ve several excuses for not finishing. However, none of them had any iron. It was like there were empty promises we tell ourselves in the moments of doubt. Despite this, since my reemergence, I have continued to write. My progress has been slow, as each sentence brings me closer to finding my way.
Recently, she expressed her delight in my bringing new light to some old stories in the archives. So, she hasn’t been giving me a hard time lately. I’m incredibly grateful to my imagination and Ursula, my muse, for assisting. She can be a pain in the ass when she doesn’t get her words. It’s a whole story by itself. I don’t have a reason why I have finished writing my novels, but I’m writing again. Right now, that must be enough. What I do know, it feels good to be writing again. I feel stronger than I have in some time.
Some of my close friends may say I’ve never grown up. It’s almost like I’m clowning around all the time. Then, a group of my closest friends entertain the thought I was born old. A small faction questions whether or not I was born fully grown. I must admit there is a lack of any photographic evidence proving my suspected childhood.
I contend I have an old soul. Yes, let’s go with that phrase. I fondly remember several elders in my childhood using it, referring to me. With this, I conclude that I must have routinely conducted myself well beyond my years. As such, I can’t put together a confirmed time when I first felt like a grown-up. I say it wasn’t the time I kissed a girl or anything. In fact, I don’t even consider when I first entered the military as an adult. I certainly do adult things, but whether I was a grown-up, nah!
However, I was in the military when the haunting moment of adulthood crept into my psyche. Something about facing your mortality tends to snap the child right out of you. It wasn’t the first time, but several events happening in 12 months did the trick. So, there I was, living in another part of the world, trying my best not to take anything seriously. Then, BOOM! It happened I was a grown-up.
What’s a topic or issue about which you’ve changed your mind?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
It isn’t easy to change a person’s mind once it’s been set. It’s a matter of principle, I suppose. Some may call it stubbornness. These words are thrown about when we have questions like these. I was brought to believe I mustn’t be afraid of anything. There is no way you should be scared. Especially if you’re a man. Men must be fearless. We are celebrated for bravery and courage. As a man, we know there will be times when we may experience fear, but we mustn’t allow it to consume us.
Throughout my life, I witnessed several men plunge into danger for the sake of the appearance of bravery and courage. These situations diminish with age. Yet, what I come to discuss today isn’t the outward expression of bravery and courage, but I want to talk about when we need to internalize those traits to battle the most brutal enemy we will ever face: ourselves.
As a man of a certain age, we were taught to be tough. For me, this meant I swallowed my emotions. I mustn’t express any feeling that wasn’t acceptable. I did this rather well. At least, I believed this until the things I buried began to rear their ugly heads. I’ve made several posts where I mentioned battling demons or my monster. It’s easy to believe I have something inside of me that I can fight and possibly defeat one day. The tricky thing is to admit these demons and monsters are a part of me. It’s even harder to admit I’m a part of them.
In the aftermath of the unintended consequences of my errors in judgment. I realize and believe it’s okay to be afraid.
When I look at questions like these, they are so simple on the surface. I answer them in a few short lines: a witty remark or snarky comment. The simple answer for me is my world be so quiet and peaceful. There is no constant notifications of sales on anti-virus software, no Cialis sold at cost, or the lonely mature women needing to be serviced who are waiting for you just a click away. There are no ads from Classmates.com urging you to reconnect with people you don’t remember or are desperately trying to forget.
I would sit back in my easy chair and recall life from a different time. Something so long ago, it sometimes feels like a fairy tale or bedtime story. I stayed up late with my flashlight, reading the latest installment of Conan. My auntie kept my supply stocked. I read them exactly once before stacking them neatly in a trunk. I’d hear my mother coming down the hall to ensure I was in bed. I’d quickly shift to my side and pretend to be asleep. My mother never bought my act but never called me on it. I returned the favor when my daughters would read Goosebumps and The Babysitters Club.
When my children were young, I would sit quietly, reading by the light of the fireplace. My dogs were nestled nearby. They looked as if they were asleep like the children, but they did a lot of pretending as well. Yes, these simplistic scenes are nice and pleasant as we look at this question on the surface. So, let’s be bold and take a peep into the abyss. Before we get started, let me put on a little mood music. Led Zeppelin’s In Through the Out Door will do nicely.
Let’s begin with the basic survival needs. My life without a computer would be dark, cold, hot, or anything else that occurs in the absence of electricity. A computer system manages the current power grid. No computer, no power, it’s that simple. With no electricity, my refrigerator and freezer would unthaw. My food supply would take a drastic hit. I couldn’t keep my medication at the proper temperature. So, it diminishes my survival chances with each second that ticks away.
You figured I could go to the store and purchase more food, right? Say the grocery store has a backup generator, so their products have survived. However, I couldn’t ring up my purchases because a class 2 laser reads the bar codes, and they feed information into what? That’s right, a computer. Let’s remember the use of electronic funds. We could go to the bank and get cash, but wait… the tellers use a computer to access your banking information…oops!
Soon, we would run out of gas, so there goes the backup generators. No? Well, a computer-assisted system runs the pumps of today. Not to mention, computer systems run all the refineries. Oh yeah, I forgot, computers also run the food processing plants.
Do you want to hear something strange? The things I listed in this post are just scratching the surface, like the question. Despite this, we can get a glimpse of how deeply computers integrate into our daily lives. Yeah, if things were that simple.
Throughout most of my life, I have been a detail-oriented person. I suppose I been this way due to a fear of making a mistake. I’m unsure if I realized that fact before I sat down to write this post. However, if success is to had by examing the merits of today’s prompt; honesty is paramount.
What I find peculiar about this whole affair is that I usually don’t miss a thing. All my bases are covered. My backup plans are worked out and in place. I habitually have a contingency for most situations I find myself involved in. So typically, the answer to questions like these is “I’ve squared away.” However, being squared away today is the furthest from the truth than it has been in a very long time.
I’ve mentioned in several posts I have been experiencing some health issues. With this comes a series of lifestyle changes. I’m not exactly pleased by this development and tend to demonstrate the “fuck it” attitude. However, my circles of friends, or better yet, the family I have chosen, have made abundantly clear they are seconds from kicking my butt if I don’t start taking things seriously. I’ve been on this earth long enough to recognize when the threat is real.
So what does all this actually mean? I need to make the appropriate changes to my lifestyle. I need to use my ability to sweat the details to ensure I doing it the right way. I do this for myself and no one else. Well, that’s the right thing to say, yet there is truth and iron in these words. However, it isn’t lost on me that, My family and friends would appreciate my presence as long as possible. There’s nothing better than love felt from your people. Plus, I’m getting a little too old to take a beating.
When considering today’s prompt I think about all the things I cram into my head regularly. I’m passionate about learning new things that interest me. I believe I have always been this way or at least, as far back as I can remember.
My mother called me a “curious little fella.” She had these eyes that summed you up in a glance. So, there was no use lying to her. Just, tell it straight. It was better for anybody in the end. She brought a bunch of those Curious George books. Wow, do you remember those things? I read them a couple of times.
Then came the dictionaries and then the encyclopedias. I spent hours reading and scribbling in my spiral notebooks. Here is the funny thing I can remember a single thing I learned from reading those books. I must learned a great deal, obviously. Yet, I can’t remember a moment reading them where the light bulb in my mind lighted up.
My ability to absorb information and apply information has served well in over the years. However, this ability comes with a cost. Sometimes heavier than others, but a cost none the less. My obsessive nature for learning, causes stress and anxiety. To look at me, I display no outwards signs, I assure you I’m emotionally compromised.
This attitude of mine has taking its toll on my mind, body, and spirit. With all this, the skill I need to learn: is the ability to relax. I know that sounds easy enough, but its not.
The short answer would be satisfaction. However, satisfaction doesn’t seem to be a strong enough word to describe my feelings after hard work. Though, being a writer, one would think I could find the appropriate word, but there are things in life that can’t be described but felt.
I’ve known by many names in my lifetime. Some flattering, others not so much. However, I say I earned every one of them. I take a certain measure of pride in these names, all of them, especially the one not so flattering. No matter the duration, people took the time to bless me with a moniker.
I realize some may consider this approach brazen to romanticize, which I guess could be regarded as an insult.
I Laugh every time.
However, I realize my nicknames depend on the company I keep. With one group of friends, I’m this. Another group I’m that. There’s always a zany story behind each of them. A personal anecdote shared between a group of people. A tether to a moment that contains something significant.
List three jobs you’d consider pursuing if money didn’t matter.
PROSE – RANT -REFLECTION
When I started working, I had no idea what I wanted to do or, better yet, what I was doing. I remember working to help my mother so I could help buy school clothes. Whenever I went to work, it seemed to be for a purpose other than money. Yes, money is an obvious by-product, but it wasn’t a primary reason.
Throughout my life, I did whatever was necessary to care for my family. However, I reached a point in my life where things are simpler. So, today’s prompt is an easy one to answer. Let’s establish a few ground rules.
Magic resides in the hearts of every species on the planet. We must remember to believe in the power and beauty inside us. Be Magical!
Time Travel is real. Nothing else needs to be said.
So, with the establishment of the above parameters I will list jobs I would like to have.
Radio Disc jockey circa. 1950’s: This is the birth of music as we know it. Muddy Waters, Howlin Wolf, Sister Rosetta Thorpe, and the list goes on.
Used Bookstore Owner circa 2050: Books will be relics by then. Most people would have never heard of a book. Therefore, traffic would be minimal. This means I sit around reading all day, and no one would think I’m being lazy. It’s my job, who cares about the money.
Owner of a 24-Hour Diner Why? because diner food is awesome. And I could sit and drink coffee while writing down my time-travel adventures.
When I grew up, we were defined by the clothes we wore. At least, I thought so. Madre Khan was poor, but she did the best she could. There was never a night I went to sleep hungry or ever wondered where I was going to lay my head. A fact I can certainly appreciate now, even if I didn’t know how then. It’s funny how we sometimes realize how fortunate we are until much later. I suppose it always works that way.
During my childhood, we had the “generic” label craze. I can remember being glad it was over, but now I find myself a little nostalgic. We were raised on the ideals like.
“You pay for what you get.”
“You pay for quality.”
I could go on for days, but I’m sure you get the idea because you have heard them a time or two. I remember my stepmother complaining about how I spent my money. I smiled and told her I buy what I need; I rarely worry about the price. She looked at me like I had lost my mind. I imagine to her I had. She grew up during an era when things were tight and scarce.
I wear Dickies apparel for leisure on most days. I hardly entertain anything else. I like the way they feel and their durability. Most of my office accessories are Logitech because they typically make a solid product with a good life. I’m an Apple guy on everything but my phone. I have solid reasons for each of my choices. Well, at least that’s what I tell myself. If I change brands, I will research it if I can.
I wish I wasn’t such a brand whore, but I like what I like. I’m good with that.
As thinking about this prompt, I keep coming back to central idea I have used for most of life.
“Take Care of Business”
However, today it takes on new meaning. I spent a tremendous amount of time worrying about taking care of the needs of others. I accomplished this in some of the most clever ways. The needs of others were the most important to me and in many ways it remains so. However, in my current physical state this can no longer be the priority.
Somehow, I must move beyond my natural inclinations and focus on myself. Somehow, I need to apply the wisdom I’ve gained to myself. I say these things out loud hoping I will listen. I question my ability to render assistance to anyone if I’m not able to hold up my end. Let’s be clear here, holding up my end is taking care of myself to I can live the fullest life possible. My family and friends would be grateful.
Perhaps, they could think of me, without wondering if I’m doing the right things. Of course they can.
If you will excuse me. I have some business to tend to. Its lunch time and there’s a disgustingly delicious salad waiting for me.
What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?
DAILY PROMPT/CHALLENGES
For the quote of the day, I posted a quote by Albert Einstein. I chose it because of its connection to today daily prompt.
On numerous occasions throughout my life, some variation of the quote itself or its resolution.
“I know you know, but you really understand?”
“It one thing to know what, but another to understand why you’re doing it”
Phrases like those listed above are as common place as the excuses we come with to justify doing something we know we shouldn’t. You don’t have to think about they sort of roll of the tongue.
Yet, I’m sure you have or perhaps, even felt the following.
“I don’t I really that old saying until right now”
“Wow! That’s nanna meant when she used to say that”
“Is that what Mom meant? I used to give such a hard time”
This weekend I was reminded knowing something is one thing; actually doing something is another. I sat there with nothing to say, because the point was made. It realism hit hard. It spoke a truth I don’t believe I was ready for, but I needed to hear.
So, the best advice I’ve gotten? I try to sum it up quickly …
“It’s not enough to know something; you must also understand it. Then you must figure how you going to apply it. And do wisely.”
Which topics would you like to be more informed about?
PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS/REFLECTION/MINI-RANT
I’m always studying something. Constantly scribbling in my notebooks about whatever strikes my fancy. I scribble so much that I spend an enormous amount of money on quality notebooks. No way, I lower myself to use a regular notebook. So what do I do? I discovered how to make my own notebooks. Yay, for me and my ridiculous obsessions.
However, in light of my current health status, I believe I don’t have a choice but to research my conditions. So, let’s take a look.
Hypertension – precisely the long-term effects of uncontrolled hypertension. What are the possible holistic techniques for controlling it?
Insomnia – I have suffered from this condition for years. Perhaps a deeper understanding of the condition will assist in its elimination or minimalization.
Sleep Deprivation – results when one has been an insomniac for decades; who knew?
Gardening – Vegetables, herbs, and sunshine.
I’m looking to discover the wonders within these topics. I have already written two articles concerning sleep disorders.
Name the professional athletes you respect the most and why.
PROSE – OBSERVATION
Regarding professional athletes, we as a society tend to look at them singularly. I never understood why that is, but only to say primarily, I wasn’t any different. However, I’ve read articles telling the exploits of some of these athletes. I cannot name all things done, but I can highlight a few things that have caught my eye.
Nice
Sweet
Four Icon’s
In the above photo, we have NFL legend Jim Brown. He’s featured with Fred Williamson, Jim Kelly, and Richard Roundtree. In their own right, each of these gentlemen justifies the use of the word legend. Probably, they were photographed together because of the filmOne Down, Two to Go (1982), in which they starred. Let’s take a moment to discuss these men.
Jim Brown(1936 – 2023) was an NFL legend who played from (1957 – 1965). Brown is considered one of the best running backs of all time. My introduction to Jim Brown is through his movies. I remember watching his films, but I was unaware he was an athlete then. My uncle sat me down for a long talk about “black heroes” in America. The only thing you can do during one of those talks is keep your mouth shut and nod at the appropriate times. It took a few years to get my timing down, but I eventually got it down cold. I could talk forever about Jim Brown, but this is one last thing I want to point out. Jim Brown had a love scene with Raquel Welch. RESPECT.
Fred Williamsonwas a former professional football player from (1960 – 1967). I discovered him in a B-Movie martial arts film with Cynthia Rockroth. He was the definition of confidence for me at the time. He was just cool. Later, I found he starred in the Blaxploitation films of the seventies. I remember watching many of those films with my aunt. Where I had to sit there in complete silence under the threat of banishment if I opened my inquisitive mouth. A tradition I passed along to my children. I’m happy to see they continued the tradition.
Jim Kellyto me was the ultimate martial artist. Perhaps because I could identify with him. To have a serious set of skills in the arts, but ridiculously cool. Earlier, this year, I wrote a post called Bruce Lee Saved my Life where I mention Mr. Kelly and he influenced my studies in martial arts, which ultimately assisted in shaping my life. I didn’t have the opportunity to grow an afro like he had, but I embraced the improvisation approach to martial arts. Well, at least I tried. My sensai wasn’t having none of that.
Richard Roundtree is the only one pictured who isn’t a professional athlete. Mr. Roundtree became the titular character of the 1971 screen adaptation of Ernest Tidyman’s Shaft. His portrayal of John Shaft has lasted over fifty years. There were 5 films and a short-lived television series. There were seven episodes. Mr. Roundtree was the epitome of cool among my friends. Leather jackets, turtlenecks, and afro were a fashion staple. Thank goodness sideburns were out of fashion before I could grow them.
As a child, I grew up watching Muhammad Ali destroy his opponents. He talked so much trash. I remember some people used him as an example of arrogance and conceit. I told some of the older gentlemen playing checkers in the park. They responded, “Yeah, and he can back it up.” Though I always had profound respect for his athletic prowess, I realized I didn’t know much about the man. If I’m being honest, I still don’t. However, I read an essay discussing a moment in Ali’s life. I found a different sort of respect. I began to respect the man as well as the athlete.
Kareem Abdul-Jabber Earlier this year, I wrote a review about an essay Kareem Abdul Jabber wrote. This essay has a story about an event involving him, Bill Russell, Jim Brown, and Muhammad Ali. Here is a link to the early post: The Knucklehead Report #5. As a basketball player and the shortest center in the game, I watched much of Kareem’s style of play. Mostly, he had court poise, which I was seriously lacking.
Today’s response is a short one. I just don’t have much to say. I typically forget about holidays. The next things I know someone asking I’m doing for the holidays. My response is nothing.
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.
Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.
PROSE – INTROSPECTION
If you are like me, when reading this prompt, you’re which pearl of wisdom to drop. What insight makes the city today. There are so many to use from. I think it changes depending on what’s happening in a person’s life. I say this because I had a different perspective as I started drafting this post. I think I was going to speak on relationships or something. Yes, I see my notes.
Today, I returned to work after being ill. I’m still not 100 percent, but I’m doing better than before. I sat at my desk, looking at stacks of files, and began to get worried. Immediately, I felt bad for being sick and would never get caught up. I took a deep breath, opened my notebook, and reviewed the items I was working on before I got sick.
I began making a list on my whiteboard and second work brain and saw a message I had left myself.
“Manage your Expectations”
I leaned on the edge of my desk and thought about the message. Then, a coworker stopped by to check on me but really needed to vent about the workload. So, I went into this rant about expectations and managing them.
When we finished, I returned to working on the pile on my desk, but with clarity and a sense of ease. I wished I had learned this when I was younger, but I didn’t. I can’t remember when I discovered it. I’m unsure why I left it as a message to myself. I suppose it doesn’t matter when it comes down to it. It’s what I needed to hear now.
Lately, I’ve become aware of the hazards of holding on to grudges. However, we can not ignore that they often are the catalyst that shape us into the people we are today. There is a darker side of holding on to grudges.
So, don’t hold on to them for they may eat you alive.
But, one must never forget the situations that cause them…and you gain the wisdom from them…..its 4am
I beleive its important to point out I’m some pansy running boo-hooing. However, acknowledging the presence of tenderness or innocence displays reserves of strength that can’t be adequately described in words. I know I been trying for years. Yet, I suppose one of you may have come up with something by now.
When I close my eyes thinking of innocence, I have a moment of return. I was child running through the snow. On my way to no place in particular. The idea of freedom after the storm was enough. Soon, I’d run into a friend and another random child exploring freedom.
We’d play until our fingers were numb. Because everybody knows waiting any further, you know, waiting until they start to ache. It was bad enough to sit from the oven with your fingers stretched out. They ache, hell that wicked pain. The kind of pain that brought tears to your eyes. There’s no shame in it. We weren’t old enough to understand that kind of foolishness.
Some day, not long from then, we were introduced to foolishness. We stopped expressing our feelings. We swallowed them like they were a plate full of double cheeseburgers. We just shovel them down one after another. I suppose that’s the price of manhood. Well, at least it was that way when I come up.
I miss the age of innocence because life tends to rip it away unexpectedly. Leaving you standing there with a gapping hole where innocence l
Or an error in judgment. Me thinking I was going to live forever. Me, thinking my body was going to remain in its current state. Somehow, I believed I was tougher than I am. I remember making fun of the older generation when I was younger, saying stupid things like, “That will never be me!” In some ways, I was correct, and in others, I was utterly wrong. It turns out I am worse. Some of those folks are still around. They look at me with those tired eyes that have seen far too much. Yet, there is an understanding behind them. This understanding, a nod, and a slight smile welcomed me to a group I never thought I deserved to be a member of.
Here we are, three weeks into it. My life changed forever. I have to make some adjustments in how I do things. That ought to be fun. I have new prescriptions, new doctors, and new challenges. I never much thought about dying. I figured it was one of those things that came in the night without warning. You know, the reaper sneaking up on you because he was too much of a punk to face you head-on. Turns out the reaper is no punk.
So, this evening, I sit writing about the madness I’m in the middle of. I’m thinking about how foolish I’ve been. I’m thinking about how it began as a mistake. How I wish I could tell my parents, I got it. It makes sense now. I just hope they read my blog wherever they are. I’m thinking about how I had my whole life to prepare for this moment and why aren’t I ready? Yeah, the shit just got real!
Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
PROSE – REFLECTION
I wish I had a wonderful, delightful tale about this title, but I don’t. Unfortunately, I’m unable to offer the sorted adventure due to one fact. I don’t remember a thing from that night. I went so far as to ask friends for their account of the evening’s activity. Nothing!
The overall opinion of the everyone involved that night is the following:
“Man, I can’t tell you,” one said, as he shook head with I can only describe as look of shame on his face. I immediately thought the worst.
“Man, tell me.” I exhaled deeply squaring myself, “I can take it.” I assured him. He shook me off.
He sat there quietly for several minutes as if he were trying to decide if he was ready to be the herald of bad news. Then, slowly, he began his tale. Quickly, I realized what he was holding back had nothing to do with me.
As I talked to the rest of my buddies their tales were similar. One work up in a tree. Another in a ditch with a woman.
“Really, dude?” I asked. He just nodded
“Name?” I asked, he shrugged.
“Japan, huh?” he asked, I nodded
“Cool, you made out better than we did,” he said, looking up towards the sky as if it had some universal truth waiting to be discovered behind the clouds. I also found myself looking up, searching for what I imagined to be the same thing or some truth completely different. Neither, I can be certain about. Then I heard his voice bringing me back.
“You can’t remember anything, brother…blessing…no shame” he said.
If you are certain age, you may recognize the title of this peice. It was a horror film from the seventies. Back when there good or I was young and didn’t know any better. I choose this title because I want my ideal home to completely the opposite of what the house in that film represented.
For those of you who are familiar on how I do things here, get ready we are about to kick things off. For those who are new, things may get weird so prepare yourself. Snacks are in the cupboard. I believe that a few throw pillows in the hall closet. There’s a popcorn tin to the right. Three different flavors I might add. The grandchildren no I’m a sucker for popcorn.
Look around you, there are wall to wall books from every region of the world. All of them writtem in the language of their origin. There they are just waiting to be read by you, by me, by everyone. Now, I understand some of you folks have come here for ole`Mangus to tell you a story. Well alright then, let’s get to it.
Look in front of you, down the dark walkaway through the door. You don’t see anything? Look again.
There’s nothing to worry about … come on
Within these walls we have the ability to have anything we desire. All that is required is to write the sentence, tell the story, dream. My ideal home is a house of magic.
Memoirs of Madness 