First 2017 prompt :: YEAR


Well, the Daily Prompt folks have delighted me, by not making 1st January’s prompt “Resolutions”. Thanks for the common sense, good folk. It would have been too easy, too over-done, too lazy … for any  to really give a toss about. So … “Year” – ‘A Year Of…’, ‘A Year For…’, ‘A Year In…’, ‘A Year With…’ – endless possibilities here. (You can probably tell I’m desperately thinking as I write this.) What will I wrap ‘Year’ around? Well, regardless of it being too obvious, it’s my view on 2017; plans? promises? problems? (Nah, not problems-let’s keep it positive.) politics? (Nah, not politics-let’s keep it positive. Did someone just say that?)  It’ll definitely be a year of remembrances and anniversaries, some light, some dire…

2017 Anniversaries

500 years:
– Martin Luther nails his 95 Theses to the doors of Wittenberg Castle’s Church (October 31)

150 years:
– Creation of the Dominion of Canada (July 1)
– Publication of Karl Marx’s Das Capital (September 14)

125 years:
– Début of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes (October 31)

100 years:
– Centennial of the U.S. Entry into World War I (April
– US President John F Kennedy born (May 29)

75 years:
– Commencement of the Battle of Stalingrad (July 17) which continued to February 2, 1943

50 years:
– Hollywood releases “Bonnie and Clyde,” “In The Heat of the Night,” “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner,” “I Am Curious Yellow”, and (December 21) “The Graduate”.
“After decades of studio rule, the gloves were off, battle lines drawn and silver screen taboos toppling like dominoes.”*
– Monterey Pop Festival (June 16-18); With performances by Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Otis Redding and The Who — before they were superstars
– Release of “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” (June 1); Also (no precise date) “The Doors” (The Doors), “Surrealistic Pillow” (Jefferson Airplane), “Are You Experienced?” (Jimi Hendrix Experience), “The Velvet Underground & Nico” (The Velvet Underground)
– Canada’s Expo 67 (April 27-Oct. 29)
– “Hair” opens off-Broadway (Oct. 17)
– Aretha Franklin’s “Respect” hits No. 1 (June 3-10

– the Biafran War (more correctly The Nigerian Civil War) with which came the formation of Doctors Without Borders began (6 July 1967)
– Commencement of the Six-Day War between Israel and Egypt (June 5–10)
– Greek monarchy is overthrown (April 21)

– Death of Che Guevara (October 1)
– World’s first heart transplant (December 3)

48 years:
– Woodstock, the bigger, more iconic touchstone for hippie music gatherings.

40 years:
– “Star Wars” hits theatres (May 25)
– “Roots” becomes a small screen phenomenon (Jan. 23-30)
– Elvis Presley dies (Aug. 16)

30 years:
– “Dirty Dancing” screened.

25 years:
– Johnny Carson steps down from “The Tonight Show” (May 21)
– Nirvana’s “Nevermind” hits No. 1. (Jan. 11)

20 years:
– Ellen DeGeneres comes out as TV’s first gay leading character;
– “The Lost World: Jurassic Park” screened;
– Pop band Backstreet Boys emerged

*Source: Joel Rubinoff, arts and family columnist at the Waterloo Region Record.

A response to the Daily Prompt for 1st January, 2017. Link-back will have to wait, as using the iPad App is not conducive to popping back n forth to get it.

2017, A Hopeful New Year – More Or Less


I do hope 2017 sees me more productive, more effective, more efficient, more fortunate (both in terms of fortune, and luck), more healthy, more academic of thought, more politically aware, more active (physically and socially), more spiritual (actively, not alone), more gentile, more and more free-to-be-me than in years up to now.

But there are also things I feel hopeful should be less, not more. I’m hopeful I’ll have less cravings for cigarettes (off cigarettes themselves, but triggers still twitch), less jittery, less dependent, less doubt about myself, less worried about others’ opinions, less clumsy, less fearful, less weary, less garrulous, less judgemental of others, less stressed by small things.

I’m hopeful I’ll be able to walk the treetops suspended pathway in the Redwoods forest (here in Rotorua) – so I have work to do on my fear of heights. I’m hopeful I’ll be able to start learning to swim – started, but agoraphobia triggered by the broad expanse of the pool’s wide open space (its surface) brought on a melt-down. Both of these conditions hit me at about the time Stiff Persons’ Syndrome did.

I’m hopeful I’ll get lots (and lots, and lots) more work done on my memoir. And I’m hopeful I’ll get myself cracking on writing and submitting shorter works to…whoever wants them. But this is also where hope is not enough. One must have a stern resolution to achieve what one hopes for. Which means setting down the “How To …”, and the “When To…”; so, a schedule, a “To Do” list…all of which do actually become a delaying tactic, a side-track. Getting ready to work is not the same as actually Working, is it?


What’s the betting the daily prompt for the 1st January (US time) will be Resolutions?
(This was intended to suggest a post for the last day of 2016, but I’m in the GMT +13 (NZDT) time zone, so I’m writing this on Sunday 1st January.)

Make Mine a Time Machine!


 Oh, yessss…at last, knowing what I do now, I can get back to my   secondary school where two too many of the teaching nuns were — as we would have put it back then — totally bloody useless!
I’d not only take back with me knowledge enough to give the then younger me the confidence to take a complaint to Mother Superior, or to the parish council about the deficiencies of M’r C. and the younger M’r. C., but the basis for the charges — incompetency, memory deficiency, inability to present lessons to any plan, failing to cover the Biology curriculum, and mental instability.
If New Zealand’s Education Review Office would let a school review team travel back with me, they’d be able to find how sub-optimal was that college (Years 6 to 12, known as Secondary level in NZ) and give them one of the proverbial kicks up the back-side!

(You’ll learn more about the disastrous “education” {coughing fit} I experienced when my teaching & education book is released…)

Time-Travel-Machine
Time And Relative Dimension In Space

 

 [Apologies–WordPress Post editor misbehaving for me today. Hence pic down here instead of at top of post.]

Response to Daily Prompt: Pick Your Gadget

Your local electronics store has just started selling time machines, anywhere doors, and invisibility helmets. You can only afford one. Which of these do you buy, and why?

Throw a Dart – Win a Skill


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Got Skills
If I could choose to be a master (or mistress) of any skill in the world, which skill would I pick?


“Roll up! Roll up! Throw a Dart, pop a balloon, win a skill! A buck for three darts. Roll up – Ya gotta be in it to win it!”

Sheese, it is just like a sideshow game, yeh?

Every balloon on the backboard of the carnival of life’s side-show is labelled with a skill, and colour coded. Green, yellow, orange, red.

And all I have to do is pop one – One – to ensure I have or will master that balloon’s skill during this year.

Problem::I suck at darts. Give me a day with a bottle of social and confidence booster, a dart board and darts, and no one to distract me, and I’ll get my eye “in” and toss a perfect round. But, hand me darts and expect me to hit a balloon and I’m toast.

Thought to self :: “Aim.”

Question to self :: “Aim for what?”

Green balloons labelled with no new challenges: Teaching, compulsory and tertiary – no problem, and fun. Systems analysis – easy-peasy and fun. Information systems- ditto. Business administration, Book-keeping, Budgetting- ditto. Self-defence-ditto. Counseling- ditto. Reviewing books- ditto. Garden demolition, Landscape design, Interior design,  Reading, Performance reading, Elocution, Problem-solving…all ditto.

Yellow balloons labelled with skills I’m working on: Writing, Keeping particular Orchid species/varieties alive, Raising Kowhai seedlings to planting out stage, Ikebana, Drawing, Photography, Bodhran, Pool …

Orange balloons for skills I’ve attempted, but failed or lapsed: Baking, Knitting (by hand), Swimming (from age eight to thirteen), Tennis (at thirteen), Piano, Violin (twelve to fourteen), Singing (thirteen to sixteen, then as adult), Reading music (all time) …

Red balloons for skills I’ve had neither opportunity, budget nor courage for, only a fervent wish: Archery, Gunmanship- rifle and/or handgun, Search & Rescue, Flying (as in, as pilot), Sailing, Fishing, Horse riding, Rock Climbing, Roller skating/blading, Softball, Money-making …

“Come on lady, pick a balloon and aim for it. Every one’s a winner!”

Well, there is one other red balloon there. It’s label? “Living alone, self sufficient, and loving it”. Sure, if I gained that skill, that goal, that heaven, the only part of the world to benefit would be me.

But then aren’t new year resolutions for oneself?

So, Yeh. I’ll aim for that one. And if I miss but hit another, I still win, right?

Hi, old pal – long time no see!


My imaginary friend – singular? Oh, no – I had lots of them.

In my imaginary conversations (which in fact were spoken out loud to myself) I talked non-stop. Their complete replies came to me in the brief time for me to draw breath to speak to them again. This made me the family chatter-box – non-stop talker, me.

When I related to my Mum or Dad what my friend of the day and I had done, where we’d gone, what we’d done or seen, I’d be called a fibber, and sometimes growled for it if the story told about places where my imaginary friend and I had been with my elder sister, or things we had seen her do or heard her say.

I genuinely lived those imaginary moments as if they were real. I had my own world in which all was real to me.

The friends I remember readily were in fact other children who at school I never got to play with – they were younger or older than I. But in my five to six-year old “imaginary reality”, we were equals. I also had imaginary friendships with Peer Gynt, children from the Selfish Giant’s garden, and other radio children’s stories’ characters. But ‘playing’ with these was not as often nor as absorbing as playing with imaginary school friends, as the former had the game all scripted of course.

So – Today I meet John and Christine – the two red- (no, ginger-) -haired twins from the younger class. He’s now in a top position in education but I have no idea how Christine’s life turned out. I would have to admit to them, they were the inspiration for my life-long desire to have red hair. So much so that I confess freely to one and all that I sometimes get my hair coloured. They also were the trigger for me deciding Lucille Ball was worth watching on the tele in later years, and I’ve always said how I’ve wanted her hair colour. (“Hubby fit” time whenever I mention this.)

I meet again Richard, and have to ask him exactly why he rammed me up against one of the giant oak trees in the school yard while we were playing Bull Rush. (In my imaginary world, I had later rammed hin into the oak, and slapped him silly. Hearing me talk about it had Mum telephoning his parents to apologise for me, and after they talked to Richard, they called back and put her straight. (“You mustn’t tell fibs.”)

I again meet Paul, and have to tell him how much I liked the little needle book he had given me as a birthday gift – even though I had known it was one of his mother’s, and had no use for it, except to inspire imaginary conversations with him about mending his shirts and sewing table cloths. I’d also tell him about copying it to make a new one of my own when I really had to sew for myself.

I meet Diana, and tell her I always thought she was an absolute traitor to the feminist cause when she “threw” the race against (sp?) Milanian just so she could marry him. What a waste of her talent.

I meet Christopher Robin and all his forest friends, and show Owl my collection of owl ornaments, and tell him how I used his “Happy Birthday” message on the classroom blackboard for every one of my younger pupils’ birthdays.

I meet Me Bogeywomp, and tell him how much fun it was to play with him and Us Wild-Garage, You Long-Nose-Snog and all, creating new creatures in our shared world while “being” Susan (character sharing my elder sister’s name), and how hard I have searched all my life for copies of the book: one to own for myself and one for my sister.

Yep, imaginary friends in childhood are wonderful. They inspire imagination and creativity. They let a youngster put a story together, to make sense of how they feel about real life events (like being slammed into an oak tree). Every child should be allowed one at least.

                                                                                 

A response to Daily Post :: Imaginary Friend

Many of us as young children had imaginary friends. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its life be like today?

Why stop at sixty? Why not one hundred twenty?


Twenty-Five Seven ?   Good news — another hour has just been added to every 24-hour day (don’t ask us how. We have powers). How do you use those extra sixty minutes?http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/twenty-five-seven/

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Sixty minutes, huh? Well, b’jasus, why stop there? Why not one-twenty – then I could really get stuff done…

Two Bodhran practice session, half an hour each. I just bought one, and have, at You Tube, subscribed to every set of Bodhran lessons there are. Determined to be able to drum it up on St Paddy’s Day.

Then there’s the Tin Whistle – bought that too, a while back. Again, subscribed to every set of Tin Whistle teachers on You Tube. What holds me back is – I cannot for th’ loif of me read the music. And having had to learn the recorder at primary skoowel doesn’t help at all, at all. Now play a tune for me, give me a day or two, and I’ll have it down pat.

(No, I didn’t say ‘I’ll have it down, Pat’!)

So dere’s anudder t’irty minutes left? Dat’s easy.
Guinness Yoga. Ye meditate for as long as it takes for th’ chill to leave th’ pint glass or th’ head to go, whichever’s first. Then meditate peaceful-like between each sup, until yer own head goes, if yez know what I mean.

 

Ten Minutes Writing – DP Prompt Ready, Set, Done!


http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/ready-set-done-4/

Ten minutes writing, huh? Okay, first decide which app to write with -Pages or Notes. Settle on Notes as it’s easier and quicker to get going.
Then find and download a timer from the iStore. Looking for something simple, not an interval gym training timer, not a lap timer, just a plain old timer. Aha! Found one! Two buttons – Start and Pause. That’ll do. Install and don’t worry that it’s not received enough reviews for the average rating to be shown.
Start it.
Start Notes.
Oh shut. Decide what to write about – got that in the wrong order, right?
And oh dear, I don’t even know if the timer is visual only or will “beep” at me when time’s up. So I’ll just keep writing about writing non stop for ten minutes. And if I find I go over the ten minutes – what then? Post this as a Post to the Challenge of the 9th?
Then Uninstall the timer I chose and look for another which Does beep at me?
Writing to a set time burst is similar to the challenges set by WriMos to other WriMos, so having a decent timer would be handy for next month, yeh?
Sorry, cannot stop myself from stopping to take a peek at that timer. Back in a tick-tock.
One minute thirty six seconds to go. I’ll add on four seconds for the time it took to go check. Still don’t know if it’s going to beep at me.
Maybe it’ll just turn from counting down to counting up? Then how will I know where I was up to on the ten minute mark? This is getting fiddly and frustrating. But still fun. So I shall continue.
No.
Back in a tick-tock…

Oh, sad… Got there with a second to go, and by the time I opened it, it had stopped. no Beep at all!