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Landscape of Guitar Tour 2018 September 29, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Art & Photography, Food & Drink, Music & Dance.
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Our friends, Julie & Bruce, went on tour in China this summer, using Bruce’s artwork as a backdrop on stage.

While there, they filmed bits and pieces of their fascinating adventure:

Speaking of adventure, they were a tad more adventurous about trying the local food than BFF & I would have been.  Cow, Duck, Chicken, and Bullfrog are not a part of our vegetarian vocabulary or dining preferences.

But, judging from the video of several meals, we wouldn’t have starved to death ~> we would have enjoyed cabbage, corn, curried cauliflower, and tofu bags (16:37).  We also like the looks of the rice cakes, the rainbow cake (30:00), and (just for Kate!) the Starbucks logo.

Aah . . . that’s better!

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Well That Changes Everything! September 27, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Fiction, Mindfulness, People, Spirit & Ego.
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It’s awesome when gifts reveal that the giver “gets us.”

Especially since, unlike numbers, we don’t always add up.

We are not always easy to figure out.

We are conundrums.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

As it turns out, there’s a good reason for our internal inconsistencies.

On the one hand, we are the product of our experiences.

Every moment is a valuable link in an unbroken chain.

From first breath to last.

But . . .

Our memories are unreliable causing those “valuable links” to shift about like Hogwart’s staircases in an Escher print.

The “Real You” is a Myth.

A fabrication.

A self-styled creation.

An imaginary concoction cobbled together from snippets that may or may not be true.

“We constantly create false memories to help us achieve the identity we want.”

In short, we can’t rely on our memories to tell us who we are because the tangled collection of tangential and essential connections and choices that led to THIS door is mired in mystery.

So . . . where does that leave us?

Here.  Now.

Aah . . . that’s better!

To read more:  The “Real You” is a Myth (NeuroscienceNews.com)

Summertime! September 25, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Blogging, Gratitude, Happiness, Life Balance.
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Jill’s recent post, Childhood Summers, highlighted the simple pleasures of summertime . . . when the living is easy.

After sharing some stellar examples of summertime fun, Jill concluded her post by asking:

What’s your favorite summertime memory?

Summertime has always been my favorite time of year.  So I had no problem coming up with a few favorite summertime memories:

Jumping through the sprinkler.
Picnics at Deer Lake.
Mystery Rides with my grandparents.
Kennebunkport Maine & the Jersey Shore.
Camping at Panther Lake.
Cookouts on the patio.
Fresh tomatoes from the garden.

Reading To Kill A Mockingbird. 😀

Before my mind turned to other things, it tossed out a few more thoughts:

Outdoor band concerts on the Navasink River.
Italian Ice
Fireworks on July 4th.
Countryside Swim & Tennis Club.
Frozen Milky Way bars.
Good Humor truck ~> make mine Toasted Almond.
Home made, fresh churned vanilla ice cream . . . with toppings!
Fresh corn from farm stands.

Once the waterfall got started, it wouldn’t stop:

Riding bikes
Hopscotch
Jumprope
Dodge ball
Camping out in the backyard
Pogo sticks
Pulling weeds
Mowing the lawn
Watching thunderstorms

Jill’s post really got me thinking! :mrgreen:

And isn’t that what blogging is all about?

Tossing the frisbee
Playing badminton
Croquet
Mother May I?
Simon Says

Aah . . . that’s better!

“Don’t Smell Like Walter” September 22, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Happiness, Humor, Joke, People.
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Other than a few select shows, BFF and I tend to stick with commercial free public TV.  And not just because we get to avoid commercial commentary and odious and incessant political propaganda (i.e., campaign ads).

We enjoy watching PBS because it offers up interesting fare which is less brain-numbing than prime time TV.

By way of example, we recently caught a 3-part series on the human body ~ How We Grow, How We Protect Ourselves, and How We Think.  In short, we are amazing!  Our ability to preserve homeostasis in the face of temperature changes and microscopic invaders is nothing short of miraculous.

But what about How We Smell?

Receptacles in our nasal passageways capture on-going clues about odors and aromas.  These scents and smells, once captured, signal whether it’s OK to “breathe deep” or scream out “HOLD YOUR NOSE!” (when warranted by disgusting overtones, unpleasant undercurrents, and big stinks).

If something smells really bad, we wave our hands in front of our face to chase the overtones and undercurrents away.

So . . . what does that have to do with Walter?

Well, every once in a while, TV ads add to my day, rather than detracting from it, by making me laugh out loud at the amusing wit and entertaining wisdom of the right writers.

Case in point:  Two women in the produce department at the supermarket.  One young.  One less so.  The younger one reaches for peaches as the older woman sneaks up behind her, breathes deep, and (with a nostalgic sniff) says, “Oh, you smell just like my Walter.”

The younger woman’s smile turns upside down as the voice over says, “Don’t Smell Like Walter.”

Good advice, eh?

Aah . . . that’s better!

 

 

Well, That’s An Eye Opener! September 19, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Blogging, Health & Wellness, Less IS More, People.
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Have you heard that a low dose aspirin regimen may be doing more harm than good?

Three studies released this week in the New England Journal of Medicine revealed that, in otherwise healthy individuals over 70, taking a daily low dose aspirin increased the risk of intestinal and intracranial bleeding without offering corresponding cardiovascular benefits:

“The use of low-dose aspirin resulted in a significantly higher risk of major hemorrhage and did not result in a significantly lower risk of cardiovascular disease than placebo,” the researchers wrote in one of the papers.

I guess it’s back to “an apple a day keeps the doctor away.”

To read more:  Low-dose aspirin offers no overall benefit for healthy older people

Sperm Banks in the US are not limited to a specific number of “off-spring” per donor.

One donor’s “daughter” has spent the summer tracking down her half siblings . . . around the globe.

She’s wondering when it’s going to end:

Arroyo has mixed feelings. While every visit with her half siblings has been a blast, she finds it “worrying” that sperm banks permit so many children to be born from a single donor.

“Every time I find a new sibling,” she said, “I get anxiety and think to myself: When is it going to end?”

Bottom line ~> You may have more siblings than you realize.

To read more:  44 Siblings And Counting

Back in the early days of television, before the #metoo! movement, Jackie Gleason would shake his fist at his TV wife while saying, “To the moon, Alice. To the moon.”

Alice never viewed his threat as anything other than empty.  It was just a placebo.  A futile gesture to urge compliance with his whims and wiles.  A husband’s attempt to demonstrate that he wore the pants in the family.

Fast forward 50-60 years, and a different image is conjured up . . . maybe he’s really planning to send Alice to the moon!

“Ever since I was a kid, I have loved the moon,” said Yusaku Maezawa, founder of ZoZotown, one of Japan’s largest retail websites. “Just staring at the moon filled my imagination. That is why I could not pass up this opportunity to see the moon up close.”

At the same time, he said, “I did not want to have such a fantastic experience by myself. That would be a little lonely. I don’t like being alone, so I want to share this experiences with as many people as possible. That is why I choose to go to the moon with artists! I choose to invite artists from around the world on my journey.”

Speaking to journalists and SpaceX employees at the rocket company’s Hawthorne, Calif., factory, standing at the base of a Falcon 9 rocket in front of its nine engine nozzles, Maezawa said he is considering who might be invited, but no decisions have been made.

“In 2023 as the host, I would like to invite six to eight artists from around the world to join me on this mission to the moon,” he said. “These artists will be asked to create something after they return to Earth. And these masterpieces will inspire the dreamer within all of us.”

Writers are artists, right?  Got any plans for 2023?

Can’t you just hear Gleason, now? . . . “To the moon, Alice.  To the moon.”

To read more:  SpaceX: Japanese billionaire to be first “private passenger” on moon mission

Aah . . . that’s out of this world!

Great-Grandma’s Dirty Jokes September 17, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Joke.
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Since I didn’t get around to sharing a Silly Saturday joke post this week, I’m going to share three fabulous dirty jokes from TG’s Great Grandma today.

Have a Marvelous Monday!

Chasing Unicorns

My Great-Grandma Florence Jackson. “Flojack.”

I was fortunate and cursed enough to be around several of my great-grandparents while I was growing up. That’s because my family is blessed and cursed with longevity in our genes. We tend to live a long time, but when we finally expire we die of long, lingering chronic illnesses.

My great-grandma was born in 1889. She drove a crankstart Model T when she was young. It gave her a great scare when it chased her around the yard one day, after she crank-started it while it was in gear.

She made it through two great world wars, struggled through the Great Depression, and survived the Great San Francisco earthquake of 1906. So by the time I met her, she had quite a few great tales to tell.

She’d come visit us about once a year, when I was a kid, and stay several weeks…

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Great Hurdling Hurricanes! September 13, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Nature, Word Play.
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Hurricanes are no laughing matter.

Florence is packing a punch as she heads for the mid-Atlantic coast.

North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Maryland, Virginia, and DC are bracing for her arrival.  Each has declared a state of emergency.

Thousands are fleeing the coastline for higher ground.  People are boarding up homes and stocking supplies.

Etc.

Having gone through an evacuation last fall due to Hurricane Irma, I sense the increasing stress and tension as we watch and wait for landfall.

Although hurricanes are no laughing matter, the following image of Florence’s approach amused me, providing me with some much needed stress relief:

As Hurricane Florence hurdled towards the East Coast, its final destination remains uncertain, but North Carolinians who appear to be in the storm’s path were taking few chances.

Hurdle ~ to leap over a barrier or obstacle in a race

Hurtle ~ to move rapidly or forcefully

Since Florence is NOT a track star, I expect the journalist meant to say “As Hurricane Florence hurtles towards the East Coast . . .”

Then, again, maybe she knew we all needed a good laugh.

Aah . . . that’s better! 

The Return of the Panther? September 13, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Animals, Nature, Sustainable Living.
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This video captures some amazing footage of the Florida Panther, including an unexpected encounter with a volunteer on the boardwalk in Audubon’s Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary:

It also highlights the benefits of preserving the panther and its habitat for future generations.

To learn more:  The Florida Panther

Aah . . . that’s better!

Sitting In Meditative Silence September 11, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Meditation, Mindfulness.
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When I sit in meditative silence, my mind sometimes views that as an opportunity to race about like a road runner on a super-charged pogo-stick.

Some mornings I encourage it to “settle down.”

Other times I just watch with amused detachment.

Aah . . . that’s better!

Fiction Prompt from Poets & Writers September 7, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Fiction, Word Play, Writing & Writers.
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I received this Fiction Prompt from Poets & Writers today and found it intriguing:

What kind of story would you write for someone reading it one hundred years from now?

For Scottish artist Katie Paterson’s Future Library project, which started in 2014, she has commissioned Margaret Atwood, David Mitchell, Elif Shafak, Sjón, and Han Kang to write manuscripts that will remain unread in storage in an Oslo library until 2114. The texts will then be printed on paper made from one thousand trees planted in a Norwegian forest when the project began.

Write a short story with the notion that it won’t be read for one hundred years. While imagining a future generation of readers, explore themes involving time, eternity, and mortality.

Do you think that the participating writers will all abide by the “rules” . . . allowing their words to remain unread for 100 years?

Or will most/all of them keep a copy available to share with chosen readers before the designated date?

Aah . . . that’s better!