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For Resa and her brave words…1 photo (of me)

Because of Resa, at graffitiglam.wordpress.com

I took my second “selfie.”  The first one was for the cover of my book.  Anyway, Resa and I were writing to each other about how women feel that they have to hide, as they age.  That they feel bad about themselves.  She did a wonderful post on a Vera Wang wedding dress, colored by street artists.  I told her to put the dress on, take her picture, and post it.  She said something about being too old (she’s actually young).  I said that if I lived closer I would put it on (because I am old) and she could take my picture.  Unfortunately, I live in the US and she lives in Canada.  But what she wrote made me think.  Two days ago I asked Melanie to delete a photo I texted to her of Justin’s graduation…because I’m in the picture. She understood and erased it because she doesn’t like to have her picture take either. That’s wrong.

So, this morning, before I went grocery shopping, I took my picture.  Here it is.  I don’t know if I’ll ever take another one, but this one is for Resa.  ❤

I couldn’t figure out how to take my picture unless it was in the mirror, so I did the best I could.  And yes, that is a Superman T-Shirt.

 

Okay, so…OUTLINES

I despise outlines.  Teachers should only allow children who like them, to actually DO them.  For the rest of us, well, WE CAN’T DO THEM.  It’s cruel and unusual punishment to MAKE kids write outlines.  They DON’T organize your thoughts, they make you wonder if jumping from the school room window on the third floor is high enough to actually kill you.  CHILDREN SHOULD HAVE CHOICES ABOUT WHAT THEY LEARN.

Look, I could never write an outline because I NEVER KNEW WHERE THE STORY WAS GOING UNTIL IT WROTE ITSELF.  Outlines are like writing about the FUTURE and no one knows how the future will TURN OUT until it arrives.  Outlines, like everything else, ARE GIVEN TO CHILDREN TO MAKE THEM THINK INSIDE THE BOX.  Outlines suck and I always refused to do them (did not care about grades only what I would or wouldn’t do), because they NEVER made any sense.  Maybe some people can see their entire story from beginning to end, but the rest of just us LET the story happen, therefore, it’s impossible to know where it will end up.  And THINKING about the ending, when your mind doesn’t work that way, DESTROYS the story and then who cares…which is EXACTLY the point of education.  CRUSH DREAMS, REINFORCE THE STATUS QUO, KILL CREATIVITY, TREAT EVERYONE THE SAME…then repeat.

Outlines are solid members of the status quo.  They do NOT allow for magic to happen or for creativity to run wild.  Outlines are CONFINING and strangle free thinking.  Scoff if you will, but there are those out there who will agree with me.  Hate the bloody things and they should be taught only to those children who see themselves in government jobs or working as prison guards.  Seriously, stop torturing children.

There are so many ways to make children hate school/learning.  Our government knows all of them.

Tornado…poem

every
now
and
then
the
questionable
decisions
I’ve
made
throughout
my
life
swirl
around
me
like
a
tornado

 
sure
I
would
make
different
choices
NOW
but
I
trust
myself
enough
to
know
that
everything
I
ever
did
was
done
with
good
intent
and
seemed
to
be
the
only
path
I
could
walk
at
the
time

 

when
you
trust
yourself
tornadoes
can’t
hurt
you

 

they
simply
disappear

From blogger: Art of Quotation

“If you think we can’t change the world, It just means you’re not one of those that will.” — Jacque Fresco, 1916-2017, futurist, lecturer, author, engineer, author, designer, Goodbye in 2017 More : Jacques Fresco, Futurist Who Envisioned a Society Without Money, dies at 101

via In Memory: “If you think we can’t change the world, It just means you’re not one of those that will.” — Art of Quotation

From blogger: America is lost — beth tremaglio

America is lost In wasted addictions every feeling expressed at the click of a button, beyond an emoji we can know longer express ourselves, the phone must do that for us, overloaded with information at high speed, unable to distinguish truth from lie growing numb from all the positive vibes only, reality is lost. chess […]

via America is lost — beth tremaglio

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Jack of Hearts…Chapter 50

  “Why were you singing to them?” asked Tim, as he watched Leo swing back and forth.

 “Some people never grow up, do they,” said Ace, staring at Leo.  “Leo had a tough childhood.”

“Okay, but what about the singing?”   

 “They’re water angels.  Things sound different when you’re underwater.  They were out of the water and things were loud, they were also dry and terrified.  Singing calms them and reminds them of the water they live in.  They aren’t from around here, remember?”

  “Will they be okay?”

 “I hope so,” said Ace, keeping an eye on Joseph. “They are peaceful and beautiful beings.”

“Don’t look but Ian just went down the slide,” whispered Tim.  “They aren’t like the guys in The Godfather movies.”

 Ace turned to him.  “There are a lot of things I like about you,” she said softly.  “I hope you don’t die.”

“Thanks,” he said.  “I hope I don’t die either, but we’re standing in a playground watching grown men play on the swings and slide, what could possibly happen?”

“You just HAD to say something, didn’t you,” she said, shooting a guy out of the tree.  “Don’t look at the light.”

“What light?” he asked, and fell face first into the sandbox.

“THAT light,” she sighed, shooting two more men.

Leo, Joseph and Ian were shooting and yelling to each other as the light from the drone swept back and forth.  Ace pulled a button off her jacket and threw it into the air.  It attached itself to the drown and the light went out, as the machine crashed into the wading pool.  Everything stopped for a minute and when nothing happened Ace and her crew, hauled Tim to his feet.

“He looked at the light,” said Joseph.  “How stupid is he?”

“He didn’t know,” sighed Ace.  “He’s not one of us.”

“I thought everyone knew not to look at the light,” said Ian.

“I don’t think he’ll look next time,” chuckled Leo.  “Want me to throw water on him, Ace?”

“Oh, please do,” smiled Ace.

“Why am I all wet?” asked Tim, gasping for air.

“I don’t know,” snickered Ace, “but I love the way your t-shirt looks.”

“Funny,” he said.  “My head is killing me.”

“You looked at the light.”

“THAT’S what people DO when you tell them NOT to DO something,” he groaned.

“You’re lucky you passed out right away.  You would have been blinded if you had stared at it.  The headache is a normal reaction to looking at it,” she said.

“I know something that could make me feel better…I think,” he grimaced and covered his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.  Take these and you’ll sleep for a few hours.  When you wake up you’ll be fine.”

“What are they?” he asked, looking at the three orange discs in the palm of his hand.

“They are pills that help people who looked into the light,  Just take them.”

“Did you take the pills for your leg?” he asked, as he chewed.

“Sure.”

“How are the others?”

“Fine.”

“How many did you kill?”

Ace smiled.  “All of them.”

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Do you believe…

that life is a disease
for which there is no cure
the death rate is 100%

that if governments
started a war
and no one showed up
we could stop war forever

that everything we love to eat
is bad for us because
this is a hateful place to live
and it’s just one more mean thing

that humans were made to work
eight to twelve hours a day
then go home and work some more
until they die or are too old to enjoy life

that people should be demonstrating
in the streets instead of
coloring

that men know that they can
stop rape
by not raping
but the just
won’t
stop

that people will ever
catch on to the fact that
they are being used and manipulated
by the rich

that animals have as much
right to live on the planet
as humans

that unicorns were ever
real

that if ants were bigger
they would rule the world

that vegetarian chili
is delicious

that people are wasting their lives
worrying about their lives

that no one dies
until they are supposed to

that kids have the attention span of
oh, wait, what was I saying

that the next generation will
ever read a book

that gum
while fun and delicious
is weird

that the person who came up
with the word
worm
must not have had many friends

that schools should be about the arts
and creativity more than anything else

that if sports for children no longer existed
there would be less competition and violence
in the world

that aging
is the punishment
for  not dying

 

 

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