Hello to everyone,
This journal is mostly public because most of it contains poetry, quotations, pictures, jokes, videos, and news (medical and otherwise). If you like what you see, you are welcome to drop by, anytime.
Have a look at my archives as well--especially if you're interested in quotes or poems--take a look at the "quote of the day" and "poem of the day" tags; there's also a fairly large collection of items under the "inspiration" tag.
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(Painting is by Eleanor Pollen and was found via levkonoe--many thanks!)
@4eversincelunch sharing a problem with Twitter user @Mickey_McCauley after he asked people to tweet him their "insignificant grievances."
The post received more than 600 repsonses as people shared problems like their dogs refusing to cuddle.
(The Washington Post Express, 2/17/2017)
(Artwork by Millicent Sowerby)
by Willy Pogany
and by F. Dicksee
(from The Golden Age of Illustration FB group)
@RoyKesey tweeting after President Trump said during his Thursday news condference that our country is "drug-infested," and that "drugs are becoming cheaper than candy bars."
His statement led some, such as Twitter user @anchorlines, to ask, "How much does Trump think a candy bar costs?"
(The Washington Post Express, 2/17/2017)
What if Caesar, Churchill and Custer could have tweeted like Trump?
(The Washington Post, 2/17/2017)
A small excerpt below, do take a look at the article for the complete set, in chronological order:
Pharaoh, 1446 B.C.:
“Israelites had to come up with story as to why they were enslaved so long and so badly (400 years) so they made up a story — GOD. Fake news!”
Priam, king of Troy, 1200 B.C.:
“Cassandra says the horse shouldn’t come in the city gates. She’s been losing so long she doesn’t know how to win. Not me!”
Julius Caesar, 44 B.C.:
“Do you believe it? Wife had bad dream, says I can’t go to Senate because I will be murdered. Ridiculous and will be overturned!”
“My so-called advisers warning of famine, dysentery, typhus if I invade Russia. Lies! Only emboldens the enemy!”
Now seems like as good a time as any for an important reminder: Never read the comments.
The bearer of evil tidings,
When he was halfway there,
Remembered that evil tidings
Were a dangerous thing to bear.
So when he came to the parting
Where one road led to the throne
And one went off to the mountains
And into the wild unknown,
He took the one to the mountains.
He ran through the Vale of Cashmere,
He ran through the rhododendrons
Till he came to the land of Pamir.
And there in a precipice valley
A girl of his age he met
Took him home to her bower,
Or he might be running yet.
She taught him her tribe's religion:
How, ages and ages since,
A princess en route from China
To marry a Persian prince
Had been found with child; and her army
Had come to a troubled halt.
And though a god was the father
And nobody else was at fault,
( It had seemed discreet to remain thereCollapse )
19 husbands who need it all spelled out
15 parents who have a perfect sense of humor (don't know about perfect, but some of them are quite funny)
Art and society:
Prepare to be amazed by these incredibly realistic sculptures
Norman Rockwell’s Depictions of Women for the Saturday Evening Post
No place for self-pity, no room for fear, by Toni Morrison, written in 2004, but just as relevant today, or at any other time:
"...None of this bodes well for the future. Still, I remember the shout of my friend that day after Christmas: No! This is precisely the time when artists go to work. There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal.
I know the world is bruised and bleeding, and though it is important not to ignore its pain, it is also critical to refuse to succumb to its malevolence. Like failure, chaos contains information that can lead to knowledge—even wisdom. Like art."
An artist's depiction of what it's like to live with mental illness--the most striking one I've seen
Statistics: prevalence of mental illness among U.S. adults (17.9%, in other words, just slightly less than 1 in 5)
The illustration was originally posted by levkonoe
Sir Maximus Mouse
Of the Cheddar Bank they built last June
Has a secret flat, on the fourteenth floor,
For Sir Maximus Mouse, the Cheese Tycoon.
There he sits in his cosy room
With a ticker-tape, in view of St. Paul's,
To watch how the market rises and falls.
His whiskers twitch at the hint of a boom,
His whiskers droop at the hint of a slump in his
As a cat will watch a mouse, he stares
At the ups and downs of stocks and shares.
A prince among mice and millionaires.
"Knock, knock," says the grandfather clock,
"Money's not all, money's not all--
He has quite forgotten the Butterfly Ball!"
(verse by William Plomer, illustrations by Alan Aldridge, originally drawn in the 1970s)
Lady’s Slipper (yellow)
MY lady she rose from her bower, her bower,
All under the linden tree.
'Twas midnight past, and the fairies' hour,
And up and away must she.
She's pulled on her slippers of golden yellow,
Her mantle of gossamer green;
And she's away to the elfin court,
To wait on the elfin queen.
Oh hone! my lady's slipper,
Oh hey! my lady's shoe.
She's lost its fellow, so golden yellow,
A-tripping it over the dew.( And now she flitted, and now she stepped, / Through dells of the woodland deep...Collapse )
A psychiatrist writes to the New York Times, in defence of the mentally ill...
(Source: Letters of Note FB page)
Love is our essential nutrient. Without it, life has little meaning. It's the best thing we have to give and the most valuable thing we receive.
Love is worthy of all the hullabaloo."
Morning of buttered toast;
of coffee, sweetened, with milk.
Out of the window,
snow-spruces step from their cobwebs.
Flurry of chickadees, feeding then gone.
A single cardinal stipples an empty branch –
one maple leaf lifted back.
I turn my blessings like photographs into the light;
over my shoulder the god of Not-Yet looks on:
Not-yet-dead, not-yet-lost, not-yet-taken.
Ample litany, sparing nothing I hate or love,
not-yet-silenced, not-yet-fractured, not-yet-
I move my ear a little closer to that humming figure,
I ask him only to stay.
By Jane Hirshfield
Originally posted by elenbarathi at Jane Hirshfield, 'Not Yet'--many thanks!
The next time you want to insult someone really lazy or slow moving, say “ugh, you’re such an unau!”. That’s pronounced yoo-no. It’s also a great Scrabble word if you’re trying to get rid of two u’s, you know.
A Unau is a two toed sloth, weighing in at 10 – 20 pounds, that spends its life hanging upside down from trees in Central and South America. According to the San Diego Zoo, these sloths “spend so much time upside down that they are the only mammal whose fur is parted running belly to back to allow water to run off quickly during rainstorms”. Unaus grow green algae on their fur to blend in with their surroundings which is one of their few defenses against predators. Primary predators of unaus include big cats like jaguars, birds of prey and even large snakes such as anacondas. The green algae on their fur comes in handy not only as camouflage but as a source of food. When the unau runs out of its usual repast of berries, leaves, nuts and the occasional rodent, she can eat the algae from her fur. Yummy!
Unaus move along tree limbs by climbing limb over limb at, what can best be described as, a glacial pace. They have four inch long claws which make it almost impossible to walk on land but they are adept swimmers. They are known to drop down from their branches into water to swim across rivers. Not surprisingly, these sloths sleep 15 – 18 hours a day (just like your teenager!) and have extremely low metabolisms. They also have the most variable body temperature of any mammal with a range of 74 degrees to 92 degrees Fahrenheit.
And know you know about the unau!
More about etymology of the word, etc. here: http://languagehat.com/unau/
This is run by lindahoyland's friend Lynne; and if you're not on Facebook, but would like to submit a photo, please contact lindahoyland, and she can submit it for you!
Cats and all other pets are welcome; it only costs 1 pound per photo. There are several categories, such as "Best in Show", "Bright Eyes", etc., and every participant gets a pretty rosette in the mail!
The funds raised from the entry fees will be used for cat food and medicine for Lynne's cats, Missy and Chance.
Please repost and share if you can!
And here are lindahoyland's Harry and Reuben; this photo won in the "Judge's Favourite" category.
And Donaeld the Unready hath a Twitter account!
Check these out, do :)
Also, I love the name of the Twitter account; it reminded me of this...
"I suppose your ancestors often entertained royalty at Manderley, Mr. de Winter?"
"Not since Ethelred," he said, "the one who was called Unready. In fact, it was while staying with my family that the name was given him. He was invariably late for dinner."
Many thanks to supergee for the links.
Some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
And pranced and partied all night long
And sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pol?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow taller?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems swell, and then
The nighttime Whatifs strike again!
Could I pluck down Aldebaran
And haze the Pleiads in your hair
I could not add more burning to your beauty
Or lend a starrier coldness to your air.
If I were cleaving terrible waters
With death ahead on the visible sands
I could not turn and stretch my hands more wildly,
More vainly turn and stretch to you my hands.
By William Alexander Percy, 1885 - 1942
Originally posted by duathir at William Alexander Percy, 'The Unloved to His Beloved'
(virtual tropical fish aquarium)
Richard came up with the idea of selling their “Fancy Chocolates” better known today as “Assortments” in decorated boxes.
During this era fancy boxes were often saved and used to store small items, such as buttons.
This year, if you receive a heart shaped box of Chocolate for Valentine’s day, take time to reflect on the Legacy that Cadbury’s fancy little boxes forever left on boxed chocolates. Until next Friday – Have a sweet week.
(from Old Town Candy, on FB)
Brent Underwood, on Medium
I would like to tell you about the biggest lie in book publishing. It appears in the biographies and social media profiles of almost every working ‘author’ today. It’s the word ‘best seller.’
This isn’t about how The New York Times list is biased (though it is). This isn’t about how authors buy their way onto various national best-seller lists by buying their own books in bulk (though they do). No, this is about the far more insidious title of ‘Amazon Bestseller’ — and how it’s complete and utter nonsense.
(Click headline for article.)
This entry was originally posted at http://thnidu.dreamwidth.org/1582916.htm
The American Refugee Committee, http://arcrelief.org
Launched in 1979 to aid refugees on the Thai-Cambodian border; responds to refugee needs worldwide, including Rwanda, Somalia, Sudan, and Syria.
It provides emergency housing, health care (including immunizations, sanitation, clean water and reproductive care), education, legal services and counseling.
CAIR (Council on American-Islamic Relations), https://www.cair.com/
CAIR's vision is to be a leading advocate for justice and mutual understanding.
CAIR's mission is to enhance understanding of Islam, encourage dialogue, protect civil liberties, empower American Muslims, and build coalitions that promote justice and mutual understanding.
(WASHINGTON, D.C., 1/30/2017) – The Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR), the nation’s largest Muslim civil rights and advocacy organization, today held a news conference at its Capitol Hill headquarters in Washington, D.C., to announce the filing of a federal lawsuit on behalf of more than 20 named and “john doe” individuals challenging the constitutionality of President’s Trump’s recent “Muslim ban” executive order.
The lawsuit, filed in the U.S. District Court – Eastern District of Virginia, states that the order is unconstitutional because its apparent purpose and underlying motive is to ban people of the Islamic faith in Muslim-majority countries from entering the United States.
(an illustration by Ida Outhwaite, posted in FB group The Golden Age of Illustration)
‘Of course it was.’
‘Then Mr. M’Choakumchild said he would try me once more. And he said, Here are the stutterings—’
‘Statistics,’ said Louisa.
‘Yes, Miss Louisa—they always remind me of stutterings, and that’s another of my mistakes—of accidents upon the sea. And I find (Mr. M’Choakumchild said) that in a given time a hundred thousand persons went to sea on long voyages, and only five hundred of them were drowned or burnt to death. What is the percentage? And I said, Miss;’ here Sissy fairly sobbed as confessing with extreme contrition to her greatest error; ‘I said it was nothing.’
‘Nothing, Sissy?’‘Nothing, Miss—to the relations and friends of the people who were killed. [...]"
(Charles Dickens, "Hard Times")