Just an Old Soup Bowl

What a good, if very disturbing article, about changing eating habits over the years!

The happy Quitter!

soup dish

It all started out with an old soup dish that I found at a resale shop, it reminded me of the soup bowls we used when I was a child. They were so much smaller than the ones I have in my kitchen cabinet now. Come to think of it, everything was smaller back then and so were we.

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Tim Minchin – Commencement Address (brilliant)

If you do know who Tim Minchin is you will read this.
If you don’t know who he is then your life could be enhanced by finding out.
He really is a talented, nice, respected, clever, humorous guy.
If you have 20 minutes to spare then this is a good way to fill those minutes. Believe me.

Ward Clever

Perfect address. Just watch. I can’t improve on this! He’s Tim Minchin, yes, the same man who wrote Drowned, one of the two songs I consider the saddest. He’s actually a comedian and musician, among other things.

There are no lyrics, per se.
However, if  you’d prefer to see the edited version, then watch it here!  Right here! Right below this line!

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Twittering Tales #59 – 21 November 2017

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.

hands-1840487_1280 Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

She was only alive because she could play the piano. That much had been made plain.

Her family had all been killed! Her friends too!

She dare not play top C on the keyboard, that would give the game away.

She had removed that string to hang herself.

She would soon join her family!

(278 characters)

the way of loneliness

Another “beleaguered” masterpiece which may resonate with some. I like to be alone, but never feel lonely when I am. I suppose I am extremely lucky in that. I know that loneliness can be really difficult for some, who feel alone even when surrounded by the hubbub of life!

No Talent For Certainty

he chose the way of loneliness,
to feel wide open spaces,

to hide his many-sorrowed heart,
and guess, from people’s faces

the things that they might hide, as well;
by shore, on hill, in gym —

he chose the way of loneliness,
or maybe,
it chose him

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In Our Differences

A perfect monologue on diversity. On my morning walk I talk to, and look at, everyone I encounter. Some speak, some avoid my gaze. THIS is why I do it. I just do not have the wise words of Colleen to explain.

The Chatter Blog

Sometimes I find myself staring at…you.

In our differences I find something to look at.  To ask questions about.  To be intrigued about.

Is it rude?  To be intrigued?  To see and notice our differences?

Is it considered discrimination if I recognize that you don’t look like I do?   Or act like I do?  Or think like I do?

Should I be ashamed that because you are different than I am, I want to look, see, learn and understand.  And appreciate.

Will your skin color make me look at you?   Maybe.

Will piercings in your face make me look at you?  Maybe.

Will the shape of your eyes make me look at you?  Maybe.

Will your age make me look at you?  Maybe.

Will the people you are with make me look at you?  Maybe.

Will the clothing you wear make me look at you?  Maybe.

I don’t…

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Really?

I just have to reblog this because it is pure common sense. We seem to be lacking this “common” sense in all aspects of life now. Isn’t it about time that we started getting real again?

Mitigating Chaos

Here is a video by Mike The Cop, who lives and works somewhere in Michigan.  He’s a funny, yet serious guy and his videos are designed to explain aspects of police work to the public.

In the video below, he asks questions regarding common sense and the willingness to call out foolishness for being what it is?

I especially appreciate his comment at 4:55.  I think dad was right when as a police chief, he steered me away from following him in his career.  No one ever shot at me on the fire engine.

Here’s Mike the Cop:

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Reminders for Myself

Sage advice from Owen here. If these could be instilled in all, instead of 25% of the current curriculum, we may begin to climb out of the doldrums!

No Talent For Certainty

Never excuse one evil by pointing to another evil

When recounting your grievances, remember: people lose patience with reruns

You aren’t a failure just because someone said you were —
you aren’t a success by that measure, either

Never try to explain some small random thing
by substituting an even larger, more random thing

Respect people for the human value they provide; i.e.,
show a lot more respect to farmers

Better yet, respect people, period

Fight the human tendency to believe
that if you don’t know what someone does
they must not do anything

Imagination breeds expectation, which yields disappointment;
imagination also breeds empathy, which allows us to help each other through disappointment —
so, do that

Social reinforcement doesn’t make something right or wrong,
it just makes it feel that way

People are starving for any bits of respect or affection
even though we can all give them away…

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Fallen Angel

He was no angel

but neither was I

He promised the universe,

Sun, sea, and sky

His head in the clouds

for most of the day

He asked my opinion

and then went HIS way.

 

The days went by quickly

the nights far too fast

Our love life was raunchy

but doomed not to last

We both made a promise

that HE failed to keep

With wide open eyes

I fell far too deep.

 

And now that he’s gone

I look back with a smile

For while our love lasted

‘twas best by a mile

but ladies be warned

please be careful when choosing

for the best sex on earth

can be terribly bruising!