Three Things Inexplicable About Love

Friday, June 28, 2013

Trifextra: Week Seventy-Four

This weekend we are asking you to play around with the following quote:

Three things in human life are important. The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. And the third is to be kind.
–Henry JamesWe want you to follow the same general structure of the above quote.  Feel free to change the subject–tell us what’s important about coffee or houseplants or whatever you’d like.  Or else change up the modifier–instead of telling us what’s important, tell us what’s sexy or overrated or pernicious.  Your last three lines should closely echo James’s, giving us the same answer three times.

 

Three things are inexplicable about my love for him. First, that I love him. Second, that I love him. Third, that I love him.

Leaf Litter

Daily Prompt: No Longer a Mere Mortal

June 29, 2013

You’ve imbibed a special potion that makes you immortal. Now that you’ve got forever, what changes will you make in your life? How will you live life differently, knowing you’ll always be around to be accountable for your actions?

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I shuddered. Looking at the overcast sky, it made me wonder whether I really did want to be here forever. I walked down to the wharf where the cold ocean was beating against the city defenses. It was a gloomy morning, and I couldn’t help but relive my whole life in my head, thinking of all life’s problems, all my problems. Tug. I frowned, looking at my feet; they were caught in a tangle of seaweed. I tried to step neatly out of it and failed. Bending down, mentally rolling my eyes in annoyance, I tried to extricate my feet from the plant. But what I touched was certainly not seaweed – cold and hard, my shivering fingers scraped against a raggedly cut piece of plastic – it looked like half-full garbage bag. Indignant I wondered why anyone would ever mar the beauty of the ocean with (literally) garbage, thinking of all the Discovery documentaries I’d watched, all those otters and dolphins and turtles being choked to death. The next generation was gonna have a lot to deal with. Suddenly, I sucked in a gasp. No, not them. Me. I was going to have a lot to deal with. Pursing my lips, I kicked the plastic trashbag further out of the water to appease my conscience, before hurriedly leaving the spot. The sight of the ocean always made me think too much. Heading back down the road again, I decided I had better send the new couple next door a welcoming gift. And stop dumping leaf litter over in their yard. Cringe. I’d be seeing them for a while.

A Modern Question

Daily Prompt: 21st Century Citizen

June 25, 2013

Do you belong in this day and age? Do you feel comfortable being a citizen of the 21st-century? If you do, explain why — and if you don’t, when in human history would you rather be?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us MODERN.

[http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/25/daily-prompt-modern/]

I think every age has its ups and downs. For example, Renaissance Europe had dashing gentleman and beautiful ladies, but no telephones. Probably very primitive toilets.

So I think I’m fine just where I am. That being the boring response that it is, I decided to try poetry this time, using the abab rhyme scheme.

——————————————

Modernity is subjective,

Constantly changing shape;

Used as an invective

If heydays be used as measuring tape;

Used as highest praise

To the pretentious, or a new age

artiste; Lazy days

And broken ties cause great rage.

You can be modern in thought

In word or in deed;

But the question remains: what

is ‘modern’ indeed?

Broken Heels and Sexist Jokes

WRITE NOW PROMPT FOR JUNE 25, 2013

She found what she was looking for, one day too late.

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“Argh, where’d that stupid sock go?” Janet groaned, digging through her sock drawer for the fourth time. She could find one of her black socks. The heel of one of her favorite pair of stilettos had snapped last Thursday, so she had to wear trousers and shoes to work again today.The only clean pair  left were her red ones, and those just wouldn’t do for the company briefing she had to attend.

xxx

“Ms. Brown,” coughed the client as she rushed in, cheeks flushed, half an hour late. Everyone was staring. Crap. She could feel everyone staring at her feet. She gritted her teeth. She had a feeling today’s entertainment over coffee would be sexist jokes.

xxx

Kicking off her shoes, eyes full of loathing, she barreled into the laundry room, stuffing the offending socks into the washing machine along with the rest of the load, and hurled herself onto the couch, stuffing her face with two-minute noodles. Stupid black sock. Had to pick today to go missing.

xxx

Next morning was Saturday. Around twelve, she finally got up. She’d promised Sue she’d meet her for lunch today. Digging through the dryer for her white blouse, she accidentally stepped on something soft. It was a solitary black sock. She moaned; she found what she was looking for, one day too late.

Science, Fifty Shades of Grey and Morality

Daily Prompt: Morality Play

June 24, 2013

Where do your morals come from — your family? Your faith? Your philosophical worldview? How do you deal with those who don’t share them, or derive them from a different source?

[http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/24/daily-prompt-morality-play/]

morals  plural of mor·al (Noun)

Noun
  1. A lesson, esp. one concerning what is right or prudent, that can be derived from a story, a piece of information, or an experience.
  2. A person’s standards of behavior or beliefs concerning what is and is not acceptable for them to do.
Synonyms
morality – moral – ethics – mores – morale

Growing up, my source of moral values was my family, but that’s a no-brainer, given that obeying and making them proud is ingrained in our minds as our duty from a very young age. As I grew up and met those outside my home, others with conflicting or perhaps different worldviews, I reevaluated the parameters of my personal definition of morality, and I continue to do so even today.

As a student of science, if there’s one thing I have learned, it is to absorb information unbiased, consider all the possible alternatives, and then settle for the most rational one; as the information available keeps increasing, to keep adjusting the parameters of my belief  system.

That’s the attitude I approach morality with. The very definition of moral (definition 2) implies that morality is individual-specific. I base my sense of morality mostly on common sense; if it’s hurting someone, it must be wrong on some level, and conversely, if no one is hurt by it, it couldn’t possibly by entirely evil.

I believe the reason there are so many scuffles taking place over moral outrage is because people tend to be heavily biased. I’m no exception either; the best example I can come up with is the Twilight and Fifty Shades of Grey series. Hearing about the plotlines, I developed an immediate dislike to both the series. I said insulting things about the books left and right and felt no regret doing it. I thought people who read the book were fools. Then someone made a comment in passing about a literary preference of mine, and I immediately snapped at them, telling them “Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it,” then immediately felt ashamed of myself.

I took it upon myself to read both the series with as open a mind as I could muster, and, although my opinion of the series remained almost the same, I did find certain things to appreciate along the way. I learnt things I hadn’t known previously, and some of my stances softened.My worldview broadened a bit and I had to concede that if I were someone else, in different surroundings, perhaps my outlook would be different.

That lesson is what I take with me when I consider morality. No matter what my opinion, if I take the trouble to listen without bias, I will undoubtedly take home something important at the end of the day. And as far as tolerance goes, I go by the adage: Your yard ends where mine begins. It’s the perfect ideal to judge by, whether it be a question life, liberty, morality, or even actual yards.

Me? Awards?

So I just got nominated for two awards:

 

 

 and  

I have only been blogging for a while now, and I really love WordPress. I have gotten to read writing by so many talented people out here, and I am so flattered that I have been nominated for these awards.

The Rules:

  1. Link back to the person who nominated you
  2. Display the logo
  3. Nominate 10 bloggers and let them know that they have been nominated.

These are some questions I answered:

Favorite color – Blue

Favorite animal – lion

Favorite number – 3

Favorite non-alcoholic drink – iced tea

Prefer FaceBook or Twitter – FaceBook, for sure.

My passion/s – writing, reading, playing the guitar/piano, and singing.

Prefer getting or giving presents – I will be completely honest here: getting.

Favorite pattern – Minimalistic designs. They are easily the classiest, and look good on anything for any occasion.

Favorite days of the week – Friday and Saturday, since the next day’s a holiday.

Favorite flower – This will sound very cliche, but the rose is my favorite flower.

So now, people I’d like to, in turn, nominate for these awards are:

http://bluebeadpublications.com/

http://melissajanda.wordpress.com/

http://theeclecticeccentricshopaholic.wordpress.com/category/awards-thank-you/

http://floatingsheep.wordpress.com/

http://likereadingontrains.wordpress.com/

 

I think you’re supposed to nominate ten, but seeing as I”m relatively new to WordPress, I couldn’t manage more than this.

I also want to nominate bloggers outside WordPress for the Sunshine Award:

http://iwritestoriesandthings.blogspot.in/

http://wordcut.blogspot.in/

because reading their stuff makes my day. Since they’re not on WordPress, I can’t nominate them for both. *sigh*

Thank you for putting such amazing work out there. I’m really happy I stumbled on to your blogs! And a special thank you to Blue Bead Publications, who nominated me. I’m flattered. I also want to mention that I don’t want you to feel compelled to pass this award on; I just wanted to show my appreciation for your blog by nominating you. Cheers!

 

 

Community

3 Words:20130622: day 173 &

Daily Prompt: Island of Misfit Posts

June 23, 2013

We all have something we’d like to write about, but that doesn’t really “fit” our blog. Write it anyway.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us MISFIT.

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The community bench is

Just another place to park this

Heavy encumbrance

That is my body,

But this is one place where I

Blend in. I don’t have to

Bring anything original

To the metaphorical table

Or pretend I like the taste of

What’s being served.

No one will ask me

Uncomfortable questions

Like

Am I happy

or How am I.

We just smile at each other

So we know we’re not alone.

Paula Deen’s Mistake

Daily Prompt: No, Thank You

June 22, 2013

If you could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why?

[http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/22/daily-prompt-no/]

The first thing that popped into my mind on seeing this was that I’d love to ban a few racial slurs. I happened to click on this link [http://www.buzzfeed.com/jtes/heres-paula-deens-apology-for-using-the-n-word]  today when it came up on my Facebook feed as I was scrolling.

The article and the video only mention that Paula Deen, someone noteworthy in her field, had used a certain racial slur, and was under media fire for it; also  her contract was not going to be renewed. Although I was dismayed by the fact that people still use racial slurs in this day and age, I couldn’t figure out why there had been such a strong reaction to it that it became Upworthy-worthy until I read the copy of the legal papers at the bottom of the page.

The brief talks about the blatant and, frankly, disgusting sexism and racism that was shown to a Ms. Jackson during her tenure as manager at a restaurant under Deen. The description of the verbal, mental and physical assault of Jackson made me shudder and feel dirty; dirty because I am a part of the same human race that both perpetuates such acts and allows them to continue unchecked. I admit that prejudice is sometimes inherited, and that I am lucky to have grown up in surroundings that permit free thinking and encourage equality, but I believe there comes a point beyond which no prejudice can account for our mistreatment of our fellow beings, human or otherwise, on Earth.

I strongly encourage anyone and everyone reading this to please have a look at the copy of the legal complaint I have mentioned above. We may not all be in a position to help out those being harassed, but we can at least attempt to remain aware of their struggles; if knowledge is power, and with great power comes great responsibility, then surely to remain ignorant is to willfully shirk responsibility?

Third Time’s the Charm!

Trifextra: Week Seventy-Three:

“This weekend we’re asking for 33 of your own words inspired by the idiom, third time’s the charm.  This familiar phrase may have an indeterminate origin, but its meaning is clear.  Whether or not you include the phrase itself is up to you.  Just make sure to use exactly 33 words.  And, as usual, have fun with it!”

[http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/06/trifextra-week-seventy-three.html]

 

“Sure? As your attorney, I…”

“I’m sure.”

“Both your divorce settlements have cost you. A third…”

“Hey.” Shrug. “Love’s always worth a shot. And you know what they say: third time’s the charm!”

Clueless at Goodbye

Your Daily Theme for June 21
 
Goodbyes
People handle goodbyes differently. Some prefer celebrations. Some prefer sentimental recollection. Some prefer quick “I’ll see you soon”s.
Write a scene in which your character is saying goodbye to someone or something he/she cares about.

 

She walked over to her laptop and opened her email. The email from Figment said that this was to be the last Daily Theme. Cradling her head in her hands, she wondered what she could possibly write about in a hundred words that could possibly do justice to what their prompts had done for her. She promptly shut down the laptop. Clueless. After dinner, she hesitantly reopened the email, and, looking at it, she instantly knew what she would do. She opened up word and typed out her first sentence: She walked over to her laptop and opened her email.