Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?
My MacBook (wouldn’t want it to melt with my masterpieces living inside).
My cell phone (to call 911 and so kids can watch Netflix at shelter/hotel).
Our coats (it’s friggin cold out).
My car keys (Duh).
My wallet (for access to credit cards and driver’s license).
Wouldn’t that just make sense? I hope my light switch did not cause this fire.
And speaking of fires, after I brilliantly installed the light switch, I almost DID set the house on fire. I dropped a waffle through the grate of the toaster oven onto the heating element. The waffle caught and started to FLAME, people! Orange flames, like bursting and crackling! In the house! Scared me to death.
The kids played in another room, completely oblivious. The dog came to my immediate assistance to growl at the fire and try to trip me. I blew on the waffle, like I was trying to put out birthday candles. Probably not the best idea to give an oxygen supply to a flaming breakfast treat, but sadly, this was instinctual. At least I didn’t throw water on it?
In seconds, the flames were out and I’d successfully fought my first fire. I blame the entire incident on a design flaw in the toaster oven. The heating element is unprotected and exposed (my toaster oven at work has a metal grate that covers the element, this one does not). I’m wondering if I should email Cuisinart?
Ah, the exciting life I lead! The adventure never ends.
My nine-year-old, lovingly referred to as “M.” on this blog, recently took a liking to art. The other day, we sat together with a pile of paper and he drew for awhile, then I gave him suggestions and he drew some more.
Here are some of his pictures:
This one looks like an angry dude in a doorway.
Ahh, happy people. With many ears. Seven ears, to be exact.
Happy person, two ears, lots of birds flying around.
This one looks like a surfer to me. Shout out to Steve, the sweetest surfer on WordPress!
Finally, my favorite picture of the day. I asked M. to draw Kiri dog:
That’s her drinking water. I love the smile and her tail.
Since my littlest artist, M. has autism he doesn’t say much, and I find his drawings interesting. A window into his mind. I wonder why he made a surfer-looking dude. It’s not something he’s exposed to. Also, all those ears on that one guy! What’s that about? And angry guy in the doorway? I wonder if he meant that to be his brother.
His art teacher called us recently and asked if she could put one of his masterpieces in an art show. Of course we said yes. Here’s a picture of his art:
The teacher had asked M. to make stripes with acrylics, and then gave him some items to add texture. M. used a fork through his stripes, and some sort of tire. To me, his picture looks like a boat at sea, with the sun in the upper left corner. We named it “Sunset at Sea.” It was pretty cool to see his artwork hanging on the wall of the gallery.
Also, I think there’s a uniqueness to the picture that a typically-developing nine-year-old couldn’t, or wouldn’t be able to express. The painting is messy, but it’s an ordered mess. M. wasn’t worried about being perfect or staying in the lines. The painting is pure emotion, yet not “scribble-scrabble.” The stripes and texture are present, but there is a lot of feeling coming through, too. I wonder if a typical kid in art class would, or could tap into their emotions to let loose like M. did.
That’s all I have. Just thought I’d share and be the bragging parent for the night!
Tell us about the last experience you had that left you feeling fresh, energized, and rejuvenated. What was it that had such a positive effect on you?
I changed out a light switch today!
I realize that’s not exactly rocket surgery or brain science. It’s nowhere near as awesome as Kate and her Fence Repair (click here to see her adventure). Still, I probably would have paid an electrician a hundred bucks to do what took me five minutes. I did a search on YouTube for “how to change a dimmer switch,” listened and watched the nice couple demonstrate, then got to it.
I shut the electric to that area of the house, matched the wires, and voila!
Admittedly, my husband helped me with the screws, but that was after I had connected all the wires. I know my dad is proud, especially since I didn’t electrocute myself or cause any fires (he’s a retired firefighter).
I was so happy to flip that switch and see light! It definitely put a spring in my step. The prompt asked why the event had such a positive effect. I think, for me, the positivity came from the fact that I wasn’t expecting it to work. Had someone offered a wager before I flipped that switch whether or not the light would turn on, I’d have bet against myself. I didn’t believe that I could successfully do something so outside of my usual.
Well, hooray for me because I would have lost that bet!
I’m now looking around the house for my next “home improvement” project. Maybe I’ll replace my back porch. Okay, that’s a big jump from replacing a light switch, and I’m not Bob the Builder or Tim “The Toolman” Taylor. Or the amazing Kate from Did That Just Happen blog.
However, I’m guessing I could YouTube “how to do” just about anything, and find a video on it. If the directions are good and I have the muscle power, maybe a couple of tools, the possibilities are endless!
The centerpiece of the memorial is a 30-foot statue of Dr. King. His likeness is carved into the Stone of Hope, which emerges powerfully from two large boulders. The two boulders, which started as one, represent the Mountain of Despair. The boulders are split in half to give way to the Stone of Hope, which appears to have been thrust forward toward the horizon in a great monolithic struggle. The Stone of Hope and the Mountain of Despair together represent the soul-stirring words from Dr. King’s history-making “I Have a Dream” speech. On the visible side of the Stone of Hope, the text from King’s famed 1963 speech is cut sharply into the rock: “Out of the mountain of despair, a stone of hope.” Every visitor enters through the Mountain of Despair and tours the memorial as if moving through the struggle that Dr. King faced during his life. Visitors end in the open freedom of the plaza. The solitary Stone of Hope stands proudly in the plaza, where the civil rights leader gazes over the Tidal Basin toward the horizon, forever encouraging all citizens to strive for justice and equality.
Here’s an excerpt from Dr. King’s Nobel Peace Prize acceptance speech of December 10, 1964.
I accept the Nobel Prize for Peace at a moment when 22 million Negroes of the United States of America are engaged in a creative battle to end the long night of racial injustice. I accept this award on behalf of a civil rights movement which is moving with determination and a majestic scorn for risk and danger to establish a reign of freedom and a rule of justice.
Therefore, I must ask why this prize is awarded to a movement which is beleaguered and committed to unrelenting struggle; to a movement which has not won the very peace and brotherhood which is the essence of the Nobel Prize.
After contemplation, I conclude that this award which I receive on behalf of that movement is a profound recognition that nonviolence is the answer to the crucial political and moral question of our time – the need for man to overcome oppression and violence without resorting to violence and oppression. Civilization and violence are antithetical concepts. Negroes of the United States, following the people of India, have demonstrated that nonviolence is not sterile passivity, but a powerful moral force which makes for social transformation. Sooner or later all the people of the world will have to discover a way to live together in peace, and thereby transform this pending cosmic elegy into a creative psalm of brotherhood.If this is to be achieved, man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love.
You can read the entire speech on the Nobel Prize website by clicking here. It’s a great speech, well worth your time.
Two years ago I posted about MLK day, amazed that Dr. King was only 39 years old when he was assassinated. You can see that post here.
Dr. King was born in 1929, so he’d be celebrating his 86th birthday this month. I wonder if things would be different today if he hadn’t been killed. How would his influence develop over the years? How would he feel about what’s going on politically and socially in the world? Maybe some of the recent horrible events, domestic and international, wouldn’t have happened at all.
Sadly, we will never know what he could have further accomplished. I bet it would have been significant.
Open your nearest book to page 82. Take the third full sentence on the page, and work it into a post somehow.
I love prompts where you have to do random stuff like this.
Since I am the self-proclaimed “Blogger Without a Cause,” a rebel amongst the WordPress ranks, of course I could not just answer this prompt. That would be too easy. (Relevantly irrelevant movie quote trivia: “There’s a lotta things about me you don’t know anything about, Dottie. Things you wouldn’t understand. Things you couldn’t understand. Things you shouldn’t understand . . . I’m a loner, Dottie. A rebel.”) I had to live the prompt for a day and obsess over how to answer it.
I read the Daily Prompt at work and had every intention of doing it exactly as the prompt directed. I had two books in my work bag, but I wasn’t thrilled with the page 82’s. Instead, I went home and grabbed the book that’s nearest to me . . . nearest to my heart that is. Hey, the prompt didn’t define “nearest” so I read it broadly.
Anyway, after some how-should-I-approach-this-prompt stress, I decided to show you all three books. Here they are. I couldn’t figure out how to rotate the pic. I may be a rebel, but I’m lazy, too. You’ll just have to read sideways:
God Hates Us All, by Hank Moody. Bad Feminist, by Roxane Gay. The Notebook, by Nicholas Sparks. Apologies for the flash glaring out the picture of Gosling and McAdams swooning.
Let’s start with God Hates Us All.
Anyone watch Californication? Such a good show. One of my favorite parts of the show is the premise–Hank (David Duchovny) is a New York author who wrote this book, God Hates Us All, which gets turned into a movie called A Crazy Little Thing Called Love. Gotta love that. Hank has to relocate to California, and antics ensue. Someone, somewhere got the idea to have the fictional Hank Moody book published for real, and my friend Angela bought it for us. It’s kind of a neat fan thing.
I love the show and it probably deserves its own post when I get through the seasons on Netflix, but for purposes of the Daily Prompt, let’s look to page 82 and find the third full sentence:
“What a prick,” he says, already removing the vaporizer from his sin cabinet.
I haven’t gotten to this part of the book yet, so I’m wondering what a “sin cabinet” is and if I should get one. This seems like a typical line that you’d hear in Californication, which features a lot of fornicating and sinning, especially by Hank.
Onto Book Two: Bad Feminist, by Roxane Gay.
I’ll start by acknowledging that it may seem that a book about feminism should not be anywhere within walking distance of anything Hank Moody. However, some may argue that Hank is actually a feminist. We will not be arguing that here. Whether or not Hank Moody is a feminist is for another post.
I will take this opportunity to suggest that you read this book. It’s a collection of essays, resulting in a different way to read about feminism. There’s a lot of discussion about television, books, and pop culture, an essay about intense Scrabble competitions, and pieces about the author’s life growing up. It’s enlightening, insightful, sad in parts, funny in parts, and entertaining. Highly recommended.
Onto the prompt, and page 82.
We are not that green.
Ugh. Not the best sentence to write a post about, and explaining what she’s discussing is too much for tonight. Let’s move on.
Sigh… The Notebook. I can’t love this book more. I was really hoping that the third full sentence on page 82 was this one:
“You are, and always have been, my dream.”
or this one:
“You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I’ve ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, everyday we are together is the greatest day of my life.”
Of course, it’s neither of those sentences. It’s this:
Once he was married, he’d shorten his hours, he promised himself.
Really? A LON thought? All those great lines between Allie and Noah, and page 82 is a LON line? Ugh.
If you know The Notebook, you know that Allie has to choose whether to be with Noah or Lon. I think to 99.9% of the entire universe, that decision is a no-brainer. I have to say though, Lon isn’t terrible. He just isn’t Noah. As the line above demonstrates, Lon is a hard-working attorney. He’s handsome and the parents like him and he has money. He’s a catch.
BUUUTTTTTTT Noah is Allie’s first love. He reads to her and writes her love letters and goes to war and pines over her. Then he comes back and restores the house where they first made love that magical summer… then he canoes her over to the geese and they get stuck in the rain … I mean, who can compete with that? Especially, when he’s played by Ryan Gosling in the movie version:
The Notebook is one of those books that stays with you. If you like sappy stuff, like I do, you can read it over and over, and then watch the movie a million times and still not get tired of it. You’ll also cry every time, even when you know the ending.
I guess my attempt at the Daily Prompt turned into a mini-fangirl-book-tv-movie-review. That is the magic of the Daily Prompt.
So if there’s anything worth taking away from this post, it’s this: If you haven’t read The Notebook you should be ashamed of yourself. Also, go read Bad Feminist and watch Californication. Maybe not on the same night, or your head will spin.