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 |   Second blog -- answers to an ocean of prompts |
 "Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself." CHARLIE CHAPLIN  Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you. David Whyte        This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts. |
| Prompt: What was the last expensive thing you bought for yourself and what was the reason? ----------- This prompt made me laugh. The last expensive thing I bought for myself is insurance for my car. Did you know once you hit 80 years in age, everything doubles up in price and the insurance amount they agree to pay is half of what has been, even if you have a perfect driving record? Shouldn't it be the other way around? What happened to taking care of the elderly? Since treating oneself to gifts can be a delightful way to indulge in personal desires, I might splurge on a few things, but I need nothing at this point in my life. To begin with I am not an object person. Then, most of what I need or want I already have it. Except of course, my cat's health, which today, she isn't doing well and we have an appointment with her vet in the afternoon. I am not into exotic vacations as I have already traveled a lot. Neither am I into high-end jewelry since I can't even bring myself to wear what I already have except for a couple of rings that have meaning for me. Wardrobe is out also. I only wear what I'm comfortable with. I don't like spa treatments and the walls in the house already have enough art hanging on them. As to technology, I already have a new laptop I bought a few months ago, on which I'm writing this entry. I think the key to indulging in expensive gifts has to align with one's passions and interests. My passions and interests just don't depend on material objects. Come to think of it, a nice cup of tea with a good book always does it for me. . |
| Prompt: A teleportation device What if you were to come across a teleportation device and you were given free use of it, where would you go and what would you explore, in this world or elsewhere or in this time or in the past or future? ------ Well, the truth is I would be scared to set foot out of this earth; however, just only as an observer, I wouldn't mind seeing its past or future places. I guess I can easily name my teleportation device as Joy's Chronoport. Since this chronoport was developed by a team of brilliant scientists and engineers, I have no fears in exploring ancient and future civilizations when I step in its portal. My chronoport operates on the principles of quantum entanglement and space-time manipulation, offering a safe and seamless experience for me. So why should I fear anything? Still, my heart is beating fast. Let's see what I and my chronoport can do. Here it is! I have activated it and its interface shows me a dazzling array of destinations from history and the future. Now, how should I choose? Oh, look at that! It gave me a virtual tour guide, too. I wonder what useful information it will offer me. Ahha! Here we are in the Lost City of Atlantis. Although I know it is, at present, under the depths of the ocean, I am right now marveling at its towering spires, advanced technology, and its enlightened society that thrives in harmony with nature. How nice the population and the people are! No wars, almost no crime, and those that step the wrong way are only taught to do things right. How I wish we humans could do that again! Ooops! I clicked on something out of my excitement over Atlantis. I think I am in a Martian colony. Weren't we the ones who wanted to colonize the planet Mars? I think the fates have turned this, the other way. It is the Martians who are colonizing us! These Martians have already built their floating cities over our cities. The one over New York redefines what New York was with its flying cars and virtual realms and thought markets. What they did is beyond the boundaries of human existence or imagination. These Martians have harnessed the black hole energy and they have set up research stations orbiting distant stars. My guide tells me earthly humans now are their slaves that do the menial jobs. She says, "It's only fair. Your kind did the same to those populations that you took over." I have the foggy wish to visit The Great Pyramid of Giza and the Egyptians of its time, after this. But I think my guide will carp again about us using slaves for building things. So, I am deciding that The Great Pyramid of Giza can wait. What should be for another time and place, I am not sure yet. Now that I have a personal chronoport, I can visit anywhere anytime. All those journeys to the past and the future are waiting for me. I don't know whether to rejoice or get scared over this kind of a travel idea. Let's see what my future holds! . |
| Prompt: Your pockets Write about what you put in your pockets. Do what you find in them sometimes surprise you? ------------ My pockets can contain anything depending on the kind of use I get from any piece of clothing I have on. Those pockets may seem like a small and often overlooked feature on clothing, but their importance cannot be understated. Mine have nothing to do with fashion trends, gender roles, or any economic factors. They are practical to use, period. These pockets enable me to stick anything in them at a moment's notice when I don't have the time or the luxury of opening my purse and storing items in it neatly. So, I just stick in whatever is at hand at the moment, into a pocket. For example, the pockets on or in the jeans and pants I wear to go shopping usually contain grocery lists, receipts, Kleenex tissues, etc. The clothing I have at home again contain Kleenex tissues, a stylus and a pen and note-paper. I never know when I'll need to note something or other. Pockets are important for me. Even for tees and other pieces of clothing that lack pockets, I fashion or sew discreetly on or inside the garment a pocket or two. I wouldn't want to be without a pocket, as for me, it is a practical tool for organization and a symbol of of my independence. In short, as long as I am alive, my pockets will endure. |
| Prompt: What's your favorite Saturday activity? ------- Many activities exist on Saturdays that can be favorites. In my case, my favorite activities are not bound to the days of the week, more so when the mood strikes me. Come to think of it, stargazing on a Saturday evening would be fun, if with this scorching heat this year, the evening rains wouldn't get in the way. I always thought that the night, any night, as being something magical with the sky offering a sense of wonder and perspective. Reading and writing could be another venue but I do those everyday anyway. Taking a short walk could be yet another thing, but not in this hot weather during this time of the year. Nicely brewed and prepared coffee and tea is also a fun thing to do, but more likely tea in my case, since my cardiologist would flip if he found out I even mentioned the word coffee. Today, though, I'll probably bake something, which baking always entertains me. I usually bake while listening to books on tape and I get to have double the fun that way. Then, I may watch a travel video while enjoying a cup of  something. So, this will be for this Saturday. About other Saturdays later on, I don't know yet. I'll let them take care of themselves as they come and go like the breeze with whatever I wish to do in their moment. . |
| Prompt: Let this quote inspire you to discuss friendships: “Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .” ― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves ----------- I guess the quote focuses on friendships that start when there is something to be shared like a challenge, a joy, or an experience. Yet, a friendship can start from just about anything as friendships are as diverse as the individuals involved. In other words, no clear-cut formula is there for how a friendship begins. Some of the elements from which friendships start can be common interests. For example my cousin is my best friend. It started because we are only one year apart in age and we both have loved and suffered the same family. Then, our likes and dislikes matched even when we were six or seven years old. As such, proximity is another element. People of the same neighborhood, the same class in the schools, or even those who sit close or next to our desks can become good friends. This is because nearness fosters familiarity and frequent interaction. Mostly though, shared experiences and similar likes, dislikes, beliefs, sense of humor, and similar moral and life philosophies are more likely to add to being friends with acquaintances, possibly on a deeper level. This type of understanding and closeness can lead to acts of kindness and mutual support, which may create a sense of trust and comfort. I've enjoyed some very good and lasting friendships in my life and still do. Those can not be bound by any formula whatsoever. Although sometimes, an inclination to be open to new people and experiences can lead to unexpected and wonderful friendships. What truly matters is the willingness to connect with others, to be open, and to nurture those connections over time. . |
| Prompt: Christmas in July. Do you do anything that is Christmas related in July? ---------- Nope! To me, Christmas belongs in December. I think, although celebrating Christmas in July might seem like a lighthearted, fun idea, it can also have several negative aspects and consequences. To begin with, how about commercialization and consumerism as if we don't have enough of it, already! In other words, greed takes away from the spirit of Christmas, once more in the year. Not to mention that a second Christmas dilutes the importance of the real one. It is like saying there are two gods instead of one true God. Some families and friends like to come together during Christmas, traditionally. Add to this family problems and misgivings, the emotional impact may not be something pleasant. Stressed and overwhelmed once more in the year, people may turn away from celebrating anything. Plus, there is that tradition and history of Christmas in December, added to cultural and religious sensitivity. Some people who value tradition may even be turned off and insulted by the Christmas in July idea. There are many other ways to have fun in July, in the first place. In my opinion, replicating Christmas in the middle of summer does overshadow the magic and the significance of the original holiday. . |
| Prompt: "The more I'm left alone and not worried, the better I function." Ernest Hemmingway Write about this in your Blog entry today. -------------- Well, as much as I like Ernest Hemingway's writings, there are individual differences among people and his sayings should not be taken as to apply to all of us. On the other hand, he is only saying what applies to him alone, so as far as I am concerned, he's cleared of trying to enforce his ways on others, at least with this quote. What he means, as I get it, is that solitude and freedom from worries are directly correlated with improved functioning. Then, if only by solitude and being worry-free, how in the world a writer can find stuff to write about if he shuns social interaction? Constant isolation is not good for anybody, let alone a writer. While external and internal worries may impact one's work, life's challenges are also necessary for a writer's insight into his work. Thus, a balance of solitude and introspection should be mixed with social give and take, cultural considerations, and living in the world and not out of it. Such a balance fosters better mental health, leading to overall functioning smoothly. In the case of a writer like Hemingway, this functioning may be measured in productivity and lack of troubles, worrying, and other worldly considerations. Then, sure enough, achieving work success even if slightly close to Hemingway's productivity may be something any writer can be proud of. . |
| Prompt: Gossip What do you think about gossip and have you ever been the target of one? Why do you think gossip grows more and more distorted as it changes hands? -------------- Yes, I was the target of a gossip at an age and a time when I was young and quite vulnerable. Someone in the family started that gossip, as I found out later. I found out about it when my best friend and cousin congratulated me for getting engaged to a friend of the family. When I told her that wasn't true, she almost didn't believe me at first, although she later did. Imagine! All this happened because the person who started the rumor supposedly did it with good intentions since she thought we'd make a good couple. At the time, I was in college and had no intention of getting hooked, let alone with that person in question. After learning this, I was disgusted with the people who made up the lie and with those who perpetuated it. In hindsight, it might even have to do, at least partly, with me choosing to marry someone else couple of years later, just maybe to get away from that circle. Gossip is not just personal information, rumors, or secrets about others, but it has to do with sharing them and causing them to grow and get distorted in the process. It has to do with psychological amplification by each person who repeats such an information with exaggerated and embellished details. At first, we may think gossip happens due to the need for information as we humans have an innate curiosity about others' lives. Gossip may satisfy that need. But that is not the only reason. A stronger reason is the human memory and its shortcomings. We are all fallible and our memories are prone to distortion. This is why what we repeat can become emotionally charged and even risky. Still yet another reason has to do with the character of people who repeat that gossip seeking social validation from others. As sharing gossip and circulating it can also create a group social bond. Then, their lives may be so dull that gossip becomes an entertainment. We must be wary of gossip and its widespread consequences, especially in these times of social media. Without meaning to, through gossip, we can harm relationships, reputations, and trust among people and communities. In my case, my cousin did the right thing. Even though she believed that gossip, at least she told me about it. Thank you, dear cuz! ____________________________ Prompt: Happiness What did you expect happiness to be while you were in your younger years and did you find out what it is? If you did, what is it? ------------ I am still not very sure what true happiness is, although there were times in my life when I thought I had found it. In my youngest years, what I thought my happiness was, at the time, was confined to moments and conditions. This is because happiness can be defined as a state of well-being and contentment that arises from a combination of positive emotions, satisfaction, and a sense of fulfillment. If so, who in this world can live in such a perpetual state! Also, happiness can also be a subjective experience, varying from person to person, and it can be influenced by various factors, internal and external. It may have something to do with self-awareness and intentional efforts. Then, the most likely description of happiness--according to me--can be a deep sense of joy and peace and satisfaction with life in general. Not merely the absence of negative feelings but also the positive one like joy, gratitude, love, and serenity. As to serenity, is it really there in this wild world of ours? I think we can at least be partially happy if we surround ourselves with meaningful relationships, good social connections, a sense of belonging, plus a passion or an activity that engages us. Taking care of our physical health also may have something to do with happiness. If you ask the people who think they know about happiness, they'll also add doing acts of kindness as altruism and compassion benefits everyone. They'll add self-reflection, meditation, and self awareness as well as acceptance of the ways of the world. But I wonder if those are fully doable, as lofty as they may sound. Happiness may just be, as some say, the journey rather than the destination. Thus, to me, it has to be what we deem it is, a personal and unique experience, and what happiness is can change from person to person and it doesn't need to be a forever, perpetual condition. . |
| Let these words inspire your writing today: determine, retire, vision, struggle, midnight, company, influence, and retiree. ---------------- The transition into retirement can be a tough one for some employees, as it was very difficult for my husband, but he got over it by working for a couple of half-time companies that provided him with odd jobs all over the US until he was 81. That was when I asked him to stop because I didn't like that his health was deteriorating. Speaking for myself, I never worked for any company. I worked solo as I was doing translations and some academic work. Aside from our personal data, a retiree's experience during their golden years may be shaped and determined by the company they worked for, the support and influence they received, and the hopes they had for their retirement. A company can influence the retirement experience, the struggles faced by retirees, and the importance of fostering a positive retirement vision. If the company was one that didn't provide well for the retirement of its employees, in addition to emotional struggles, financial ones add on to the unhappiness of the retiree. On the other hand, such situations, similar to some midnight bad dreams, can be avoided. A company can support their employees with retirement planning seminars, offer resources for pursuing hobbies and interests, and create connection between retiree communities. In conclusion, ensuring a positive retirement for their employees is what makes a successful company rewarding to work for, also. After all, who wouldn't want to work for a company that thinks about the well-being of its employees, at work and when they retire, afterwards? . |
| “A rose in a desert can only survive on its strength, not its beauty.” - Matshona Dhliwayo Let this quote inspire your entry today. --------- It looks like it's story time for me.  As bizarre and freaky my stories may sound...But I'll only embellish on this saying. In the vast expanse of the scorching desert, a solitary rose stood in contrast against the harsh elements, with her petals of delicate crimson, the color of passion and determination. But the winds howled and sun beat down on her so strongly that it became evident to her that her survival depended on her inner strength, not her beauty. Without any lush oasis to draw nourishment from or any friends to offer support, she had to rely solely on her own resources that she sensed she had within her. So she let her roots penetrate into the parched sand, searching for any trace of water. Through her sheer determination, she was successful, but this wasn't all. Each day brought new challenges, such as the intense heat threatening to wilt its tender petals, with the sandstorms threatening to strip her bare. But the rose stood, adapted, and endured. In a short time, her stems grew stronger, her thorns sharper, and her ability to conserve water increased. Yet, she still kept her delicate appearance, despite her indomitable spirit, and her beauty became more captivating as it reflected her strength within. The travelers who passed by her, marveled at her beauty, and since they themselves had to deal with the harsh conditions of the desert, they came to understand that her allure was only the façade, and the inner strength and resilience was what truly sustained her. So they told her story, her tale of fortitude, wherever they traveled, and that tale has been proving to this day, that the strength of character can transform even the most fragile of beings into a symbol of hope and inspiration. . |
| Prompt: Do you adjust well to change? -------------------- No, I don't adjust well to change, any change. Too much change upsets me. I, however, understand that life is a dynamic journey with its challenges, opportunities and new situations popping up all the time, so I push myself to adjust. Even when change is expected, I am really upset inside; although on the outside looking at me, you'd think how easily I adjust. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am not a complainer and I don't like to upset people, and that's why I look calm on the surface. Case in point, I am writing this on my new laptop. You'd probably say, "Oh, how nice, she's got a new toy!" Yes, it's new, but I was used to my old Toshiba with its larger screen and slow-poke motion. But after 8 years of dealing with it, it started getting too many blue screens, which means its CPU is dying, so I got this one, but didn't start working with it immediately. It waited for two months in the closet for me to make up my mind. Finally, yesterday, other two more consecutive blue screens on the Toshiba led to this HP to be put into action, which wasn't an easy deal, either. Now, I'm trying to adjust to this new HP with its Windows 11 and quick and weird ways, The difficulty in getting oneself into a new situation, I guess, lies in the uncertainty and unpredictability of the new situation with one's comfort zone disrupted and routines altered. This can be mentally taxing, if not also physically, as well. Then, you might think I am grieving over the old setup, and you'd be right. I do feel a sense of loss, and as much as I am embarrassed to say, fear of failure, or rather the possibility of it. But it isn't in my hands; Toshiba is not making computers anymore. If I could find the replica of my same old computer, I'd certainly buy it. I guess, an adaptation period is in the works now, and maybe I'll grow and learn with this fresh start and develop resilience. And even if I am not sure of it yet, maybe new opportunities will surface with the improved circumstances of my laptop use. As of now, as I type on the new machine, I am trying to accept this change and I'm pushing myself to attain a more positive attitude. Then, maybe with time, I'll adjust to everything. Right now, I'm trying to finish typing this entry and I recognize that it took less time to do it, however unfamiliar the keyboard is. Then, I also tell myself that in my long life, I have weathered many a change, and eventually and with much difficulty, I ended up adjusting well enough to each one of them. My hope is, if past is any indication that the future will follow in its steps, I may even end up loving this silly HP. . |
| Prompt: "The best way to find out if you can trust someone is to trust them." Ernest Hemmingway Write about this in your Blog entry today. [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ Ernest, through his all earnestness, has shot off the mouth, just maybe. The statement, the way I see it, is not all true and it is not all wrong, either. While it highlights the significance of trust in building relationships, it is not advisable to fully trust someone without any consideration for their character and behavior. On the plus side, it is true that mutual trust can be build with optimist and some level of trust in the beginning, but we have to be sure of the other person's trustworthiness. To begin with, we need to find the right balance in trusting others. Trust should be based on a combination of factors such as the other person's past behavior, whether they are comfortable in engaging in open and honest conversations, and if there is a consistency to their words and actions. This is because the negative aspects of blind trust can lead to betrayal and naiveté on the part of the trusting person, and as a result, personal safety can become a huge concern. Yet, when we trust a person, they are more likely to reciprocate that trust. Trusting others can help us overcome fear and suspicion in interpersonal relationships as it enables emotions of well-being and promotes faster progress toward shared goals. To wrap it up, there is an element of truth in the saying, but we need to use it with much caution and nuance, and hopefully, by using some previous information, too. . |
| Prompt: Sound Effects Some say that chefs invented potato chips for their sound effects. Can you think of other sound effects that enrich our lives? ------------ I don't eat potato chips all that much but the crunch of my regular morning fare, open-faced and toasted bread and cheese slices, might produce similar sound effects. They seem to do that to me inside my head anyway while I take the bites. Granted, toasted bread's crunch is not the same as a potato chip's, but it has its own unique auditory allure. The two are similar in that, the crunching sound begins with a subtle, yet crisp crackle as the teeth break through a hard thin surface. chip. This initial sound sets the stage for what is to come, instantly drawing my attention and building anticipation. The volume may vary depending on the force applied and the thickness of the food item, but the essence remains the same—a resounding crunch that echoes delightfully. Not just the sounds of eating something, but also other intriguing sounds surround us on a daily basis. Just a while ago, I heard the beeping sound of the Terminix truck and I rushed to close the doors and windows since I knew that our Terminix serviceman was going to spray the outdoor areas around the house. Then, for those who are lucky enough to live in the four-season zones, the crunch of the autumn leaves on the ground may captivate their senses and evoke a range of emotions. And of course there are other sounds, too, like that of the rain, waves against rocks, birds chirping, crackling open fire, cat's purring, an owl's hooting, wine or water being poured, a baby's giggle, sea in a conch shell, popping bubble wrap, a bat hitting the baseball, referee's whistle, buzzing bumblebees, popcorn popping, car engine, fire truck sirens, arcade amusement game sounds, clock ticking, coins clattering, hands clapping, kettle boiling...etc. Come to think of it, we are living in a symphony orchestra, the orchestra of life in our world, whose music can trigger memories and emotional responses. In essence, simple or complicated, we owe a lot to all the sounds that surround us to make our lives unique by evoking sensory experiences inside our minds. . |
| Prompt: Human Beings In general, do you have faith in human beings or are you disappointed in our human ways? What do you think would make us better as species? ============ We, the Homo Sapiens, think we are a remarkable species as the most dominant and influential creatures on this planet, with supposedly fine cognitive abilities, social complexity, and adaptability. We think our cognitive strength (i.e. more developed brain!) has facilitated numerous achievements, including scientific discoveries, technological advancements, and artistic expressions. Just because we think we are so hot, my faith in human beings is below appreciation; however, I'm not totally disappointed in us. Just some! To begin with, we share a good amount of genetic similarity with other species. This may be a plus. Also, we get what we need and then some out of this earth, no matter the consequences. I think other living beings are more considerate. They take only what they need, and not the extras. Then, despite originating from a common ancestor, we have diversified across geographical regions, resulting in different ethnicities, physical features, and genetic variations. So what? So do the cats and many other species. If we are taking pride in our diversification, then why are we trying to kill or outdo one another? Individuality, one might answer. Yes, each one of us has their own personal definitions of kindness, strength, masculinity, civilization, femininity, God/Creator/Disbelief, right or wrong. Humans are always into everything and every idea in the world, however limited by subjectivity. Plus, any absolute truth we think we have found always gets replaced by someone else's or by something else. We just can't hold on to anything for very long. Then, we cannot do without each other, either. Other people are the most important in our lives, but other people can disappear to be replaced by still other people. Worse yet, we make them disappear through wars, famine, poverty, etc. I don't exactly know what would make us better as species, but to begin with, we should end all wars and famine, and respond to one another with much more understanding and kindness. Then, as my grandmother used to say, "Clean after yourself. Pick up your own garbage. Don't leave a mess." That should go how we treat this planet, too. Otherwise, either we suffer as species or our earth becomes even more of a poisonous dump site. . |
| Are you living in one of the areas with extreme heat conditions? How do you stay cool? Do you have any tips to share? It was 110 here today in Vegas and the next two days are going to be hotter. The joys of summer time are challenging. ---------- Yes, South Florida is no joke. Although Vegas with 110 tops our high nineties, we hit the hundreds sometimes during the midday, and our heat index is sometimes in the hundred tens. Yet, not just the South, but a heat wave anywhere could be dangerous for health and it's crucial to take those necessary precautions. Some people here still go and sit under the sun at the beach, which amazes me and I worry for their welfare, because extreme heat means serious health risks, like heat exhaustion and heatstroke. Symptoms such as dizziness, nausea, rapid heartbeat, confusion, or fainting need medical intervention. As for me, I just don't go out if I don't have to. The house has AC and thank God for that! Still, my clothing is very light and this morning, I took a look at myself in the mirror and laughed, for I thought I looked like a toddler in short shorts. Joking aside, light clothing is a must. AC or other cooling devices that circulate the air do help, also. Eating light meals, cool showers, and staying alert to weather forecasts, heat advisories, and changes in temperature could be some tips. In addition, it is necessary to keep an eye on children, older people, and people with medical conditions as they are more likely to suffer from heat-related illnesses. Then, as they say, this too shall pass, like this year's unheard of heat. |
| “Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow.” ― Mary Anne Radmacher Let this quote influence your blog. The quote for me was inspired by the Netflix movie about the Thai Cave Rescue . The Cave Rescue occurred in 2018, and what happened with the 12 boys and their coach and all the people involved in their rescue. ======= At the end of the day or even at the beginning of it, with each task in store, each annoyance, each disappointment, and each minor inconvenience can be daunting, for sure. Then, I think, it might be easier to find the courage for bigger things, such as climbing Mt. Everest, and trust me, I haven't done that, but I might have done a few other things that, at least in my mind, might equal to it. On the other hand, I try very hard to instill in me some resilience, patience, and positive mindset. necessary to face the little bumps head-on. I haven't seen "The Cave Rescue" but I can still appreciate the courage everyone must have shown for that rescue. Yet, as scary as it might have been, it was a joint effort, a group project, and anything done with others can be inspirational for finding the courage and the strength to handle such a situation head on. In the same vein, what about the old person living all alone in the world or the single mother whose means are extremely limited or someone with an ailment that no one understands or can help? How do they face each day and find the courage to live yet another one? I believe their courage is found in the simple joys, the appreciation of what little they have, and their ability to find beauty in the ordinary. Those people are teaching and testing themselves (or are being tested and taught by the Creator, if you want to look at it that way) so they can see and understand the ins and outs of life and how each moment contributes to the depth of their existence. The courage to live through our troubles stems from the realization that our capacity for happiness and contentment is not solely reliant on monumental achievements. It has to do with appreciating the grandeur of the human experience and that takes courage to live through all challenges, tiny or large. . |
| Prompt: What do you prefer? Women authors or men authors? ------------- Both! And such a trick question!I look for content in terms of if it interests me at the moment, and to tell the truth, my moments and interests do change at the drop of a hat. The same author may have written something I like and he may have written something I seriously dislike, Haruki Murakami, for example, which I won't go into which of his books I loved and which one stunned me with its disconnectedness. This is because I have a huge respect for all authors for playing a crucial role in shaping literature and storytelling. An author may be influenced by various factors, including their personal experiences, cultural background, and individual perspectives. I guess gender may have a role in it, too, for shaping an author's worldview, the themes they explore, and the characters they create. Historically, most literature was written by men, except for women who took a man's pen name, so their writing can be accepted. This doesn't say much for the male authors and the general understanding of the population of bygone days, does it! These days, it is mostly believed that male authors explore themes such as masculinity, power dynamics, and societal pressures from their own perspectives. Whereas female authors explore gender roles, identity, relationships, and the experiences of women in society, as they challenge societal norms and expectations. I am of the opinion that a good writer, male or female, can write from the viewpoint of each gender quite successfully. I also believe in avoiding such generalizations about how gender affects literary work, as every author is unique as a person and their works can be influenced by a multitude of factors way beyond gender. . |
| Prompt: "With a ripple of leaves and a trinkle of streams, the full world rolls in a rhythm of praise and the winds are one with the clouds and beams-Midsummer Days! Midsummer days!" William Ernest Henley Write about this in your Blog entry today. ----- I don't know why, but this quote reminded me of that Shakepeare's play, in which four Athenians run away to the forest only to have Puck the fairy make both of the boys fall in love with the same girl. Then, all kinds of zany stuff happens. I guess it was the mention of "Midsummer." Anyhow, my mind is a weird jumble, and Shakespeare's comedy has nothing to do with this quote. In fact, the quote is not zany at all, since it evokes a vivid image of the beauty and harmony found in nature during the height of summer, for in its essence, it is a celebration of life. The phrase "ripple of leaves" suggests a gentle movement, as if the leaves are dancing in the breeze, offering a sense of life and vitality, as if the entire world is participating in a celebration of nature. Then, the "trinkle of streams" brings to mind the soothing sound of water flowing over pebbles or cascading down a waterfall. It signifies the presence of water, a life-giving element for all species and nature itself. "The full world rolls in a rhythm of praise" portrays a sense of unity and reverence for the natural world, since all creation is contributing into a collective music. The word praise could be for the Creator or the Creation itself. Also, I think, "the winds are one with the clouds and beams" has to do with the oneness or rather the integration of differences in nature, creating a feeling of harmony and tranquility. In short, William Ernest Henley's "Ballade Of Midsummer Days And Nights" is a celebratory ode, so unlike what Shakespeare entertained us with in his midsummer night's comedy. And yes, I did look up the quote. Thanks, Google! . |
| Prompt: If you have a pet, describe a day in its life from its perspective. If you don't have a pet, choose anye animal and write about an imaginary day it its life. ------------ Hello, my name's Noche and I live with my best friend Joy. Joy became my best friend two years ago when my original owners for twelve years didn't want me anymore, although the problem wasn't my fault but their Chesapeake terrier--whatever--dog's; however, this is another past-history story. Now, I have a much better life, and although I have become a scaredy cat, thanks to that dog, I am not as scared anymore. When Joy and I wake up in the morning, I first arch my back and extend my paws, then jump out of the bed and wait patiently for her to get ready. When we both head toward the kitchen, I purr and meow because it's breakfast time. After enjoying my kibbles and lapping my water, I jump on my seat next to the computer and wait for Joy to eat her breakfast. My seat is a bit lower than hers and I enjoy it because I can watch the outside from it and also can get loved and petted as she works. Some days the lure of adventure calls me and I go on the covered porch and watch the vibrant tapestry of fluttering birds, dancing squirrels through the screen and hear the ugly, unfortunate sound of a neighbor's dog yapping. Then I sit near the pool and watch my own image in the water. Sometimes, a chipmunk or a frog runs right outside the porch's doors and I ran with it alongside the screens. Since it is hot weather now, Joy closes the doors to the inside of the house after airing it. I always go in running even before she calls me and jump on my seat to bask with contentment and I'm lulled into a peaceful slumber. Then, if I am awake, when Joy walks around the house doing this and that, I walk with her meowing and giving her my approval. Sometimes, she talks on the phone while petting me and I love that. With her each gentle stroke, I know I am being loved and cherished. I also love my treats that I get a couple of times a day. What I don't like is when someone comes to the door and we have a guest. Then I hide under an armchair in the living room. A cat can never be too careful, can she! Not after being chased around by a big terrible dog! Joy never leaves me alone for very long. When she goes out and then comes back, I greet her with a meow and a soft purr. Then, throughout the day, Joy and I talk a lot. She tells me stuff in human language and I always meow back. That is, when I am not napping. When nighttime comes, Joy and I go to the bedroom. As she sits up in bed and reads, I sit next to her and purr. Sometimes we watch something on her pad while we snuggle together. When sleepy time comes, Joy turns off the night and I nuzzle her for a little more petting, just before we both drift off into dreams filled with our endless adventures. ================= Prompt: Colors What is your favorite color? Why? If the world could be only one color, what color would you choose? And would you want to live in a world of only one color? ----- I can't say any one color is my favorite because my taste for color changes. When I was a teen, I liked the blues. Later on came my green era, followed by purple, followed by any other color and each one changed back and forth. It is said that colors have the ability to evoke a wide range of emotional responses. Warm colors, such as red, orange, and yellow, are often associated with energy, excitement, and passion. They can stimulate the senses and increase heart rate, breathing rate, and appetite by creating a sense of urgency and they can grab attention with a feeling of warmth and liveliness. On the other hand, cool colors, like blue, green, and purple, have a calming and soothing effect on the mind. They mean tranquility, relaxation, and stability. Cool colors can create a sense of serenity and peacefulness. In answer to the question of wanting the world in only one color, a big no; I would hate to live in a world of one color. If such a world existed, what would the poor artists and painters feed on emotionally and otherwise! Each color has its own psychological (or psycho ) effect. To prove that point, this is what I found out about them on the internet. Red: It is often associated with strong emotions like love, passion, and anger. Red can increase heart rate, raise blood pressure, and stimulate appetite. It is frequently used to draw attention and create a sense of urgency. Orange: This color combines the energy of red and the cheerfulness of yellow. It is associated with enthusiasm, creativity, and warmth. Orange can evoke feelings of excitement and encourage social interaction. Yellow: It is often associated with happiness, optimism, and intellect. Yellow can evoke a sense of joy and positivity. It is believed to stimulate mental activity and enhance focus. Green: As the color of nature, green represents harmony, balance, and renewal. It has a calming effect on the mind and is often associated with relaxation and growth. Green is also linked to feelings of freshness and fertility. Blue: Blue is known for its calming and tranquil qualities. It symbolizes serenity, trust, and stability. Blue can help reduce stress and anxiety, making it a popular choice for creating a peaceful atmosphere. Purple: Historically associated with royalty and luxury, purple signifies creativity, spirituality, and wisdom. It has a mysterious and introspective quality. Lighter shades of purple can evoke a sense of romance and nostalgia. Pink: Often associated with femininity, pink represents love, compassion, and nurturing. It has a soothing and calming effect, and is often used in environments to create a gentle and comforting atmosphere. I also think or presume that cultural and personal experiences can influence our responses to colors. In addition, color preferences can vary among people, possibly due to personal associations and past experiences. In general, though, I believe colors have a lot to do with our psychological well-being. I hope our surroundings and moods are enhanced by colors and we always stay under their positive influences. . |
| Prompt: Use these words in your blog: abscond, embezzle, prowess, whimsical and dog days. ------- Paul was Elmwood's most trusted accountant. The townspeople so trusted him that they neglected to keep after their own savings and investments. And why not! Their accountant Paul was an unassuming figure with his salt-and-pepper hair and a pair of spectacles perched on his nose. He was known for his meticulous nature and unwavering dedication to his work. Beneath his mild-mannered façade, however, Arthur nurtured a whimsical dream of adventure. One scorching summer, during the dog days when the sun beat down relentlessly, Paul stumbled upon a hidden account while sifting through a pile of dusty ledgers. It was a secret fund amassed through many years of embezzling. Urged by his hidden desire for excitement, he decided to abscond with the embezzled fortune and leave behind his dull life as an accountant. He packed a small bag and left the sleepy town of Elmwood, embarking on a journey across distant lands. During his travels, he managed to master the art of persuasion, honed his prowess in stealth, and embraced the unknown with every step he took. Over the duration of a couple of years, he gained reputation as the "Phantom of Fortune," with people speaking of his uncanny ability to charm his way into secured vaults, his unparalleled agility in eluding capture, and his whimsical sense of justice. Yet, after a series of escapades, Paul began yearning for his old, familiar life, and with a heavy heart he relinquished his stolen fortune, donating it to charity, and returned to Elmwood, tired and weathered. When he arrived at his old town, the folks of Elmwood greeted him with open arms. This was because Paul's tales had captured their imaginations, and they treated him like royalty. From that day on, Paul was no longer the mild-mannered accountant. He was now a living legend, and so what, if what he did was ethical or not. The only thing they knew was that Paul had dared to dream and had shown extraordinary potential in making his dream come true. Yet, the folks in Elmwood learned how to be truly meticulous in keeping up with their own savings and they watched Paul's every step. As to Paul, although he knew what he did was essentially unsavory, he found comfort in having taught a lesson to the people in Elmwood: The lesson of keeping an eye on their very own money. . |
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