I Am Going There

Henry David Thoreau said, “I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance that I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn.”  Hoeing in this sentence is the present participle of hoe, the act of digging, weeding, etc. with a hoe.  There is a different kind of hoe, like those girls that have tattoos all over their body, face piercings and other body piercings, just so they can be noticed or maybe a better word is slut.  When a woman goes out with a gang of guys and sleeps with all types of random guys, not caring if they are married or not, this is known as jodhoeing.

Once you are a slut, you will always be a slut.  These women enjoy the attention, so they go around wearing skimpy revealing clothing, short skirts and transparent, sheer, see through tops that show off all of their assets, or they may even expose their breasts more by not wearing a bra.  I’m all for women wearing, or not wearing, whatever they want and when a woman decides to wear less clothing, that is a philosophy that I can get behind.  However, once they start going down that path of freedom and they feel empowered by the control that they have over others, and they stop wearing a bra or their panties, this becomes their subtle way of communicating that they want sex.  At first, they may stop wearing a bra and panties to have their own little secret that they are hiding from everyone and say that this is for comfort and it is heathy to get air around their vagina, so going commando is no one’s business.  This is no longer harmless teasing when it escalates into a malicious attention seeking behavior done by an exhibitionist, that intentionally wants to flash men her private parts.  Some of these girls absolutely love it when the wind blows up their skirts and they even enjoy shopping for shoes, positioning themselves so the salesman will get a good view.

These women want to be naughty and they want to direct people to look at them while saying, “do you like what I have”, as by giving someone a flash is frankly what gives them the charge they are seeking.  They get aroused at the thought of exposing themselves in public, they know exactly what they are doing and they make no effort to deter any looks putting in every effort to provide anyone that is interested in looking an unobstructed view.  It becomes a way of life for these women as they feel that a good tease is as good as an orgasm to them, and this is not done to save on laundry.  Once they build up their confidence of being free, they start exposing themselves going up and down the stairs and getting in and out of vehicles to encourage that surprised look and get that big smile.  Some have even dared to go bouncing up and down on a trampoline to get that Marilyn Monroe feeling.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #252 hosted by Michael – Making Sense of Nonsense – jodhoeing.

Two Heads Are Better Than One

Listen to Fandango shouting, “I am! I am! I am! I am a peeve blogger.”  Microsoft Word can be configured to automatically alert you if you don’t use two spaces after each period, by requiring the grammar checker to flag any end-of-sentence spacing that doesn’t match the criteria that you set.  I like to use two spaces after the end of every sentence when I write, but others feel and have told me that this represents poor form.  Everybody that learned to type on a typewriter was taught to use two spaces at the end of every sentence, but due to the enhanced fonts that are around today, most publications recommend using just one.

APA (American Psychological Association) Style which is a writing style and format for academic documents such as scholarly journal articles and books, commonly used for citing sources within the field of behavioral and social sciences, still recommends using two spaces after every sentence.  I came from a technical writing background and I feel that two spaces after every sentence just looks better.  I do this for the benefit of my readers, so this is a personal preference, not a matter of what is right or what is wrong.  I read a lot of blogs everyday and it does not bother me if people have grammatical mistakes in their writing, but then again, I try not to let many things bother me.

Fandango’s Provocative Question is a matter of psychophysics, which is the branch of psychology that deals with the relationships between physical stimuli and mental phenomena.  Today Fandango asks. “If people find typos or grammatical, punctuation, spelling, or usage errors in your posts, do you welcome having them pointed out to you, or do you resent it.  As a blogger do you let people know about such mistakes or do you just let them go?”

Space is a good thing and I feel that it does not take up any extra time for my readers to glance over that extra space which I always include, but if I were to write all my words without any space between any of them (allmywordswithoutanyspacebetweenanyofthem) that would make it much more difficult for my readers to decipher what I am saying.  I think that the increased space which I use, actually facilitates my readers ability to process my thoughts and thus it helps people understand the meaning of what I am saying.  Entire economies are made or broken, wars can be won or lost when ideas are miscommunicated.  Some people might find my use of two spaces after a period unsettling, and decide not to read any more of my blogs, well good riddance to them.

If someone finds that I have made a mistake in one of my posts, I would be grateful and thank them for pointing it out to me.  Two heads are always better than one and if somebody made me aware of an error, I would feel indebted to them for being such a good proofreader.  Everybody makes mistakes as we are all human and you never know what is going to set a certain person off and make them become a raging lunatic, but if they go completely mad because I used a coma instead of a semicolon, then they should learn how to get a life.  If I feel that I have developed a relationship with a blogger who has made a typo, I will tell them, not to embarrass them, but in the hope that they would also return the favor.

Written for Fandango’s Provocative Question #51 about typos.

Everything Talking to Everything

I have a smart TV and a smart phone, but I have not made any progress moving toward a smart home yet.  The only thing that I use my smart TV for is watching Netflix and I hardly ever turn on my smart phone.  I have been thinking about getting the second-generation Echo Show which looks divinely delicious, as it basically gives you Alexa with a smart display, but it is pricy, selling for $169.99 at the moment.  I like the clock feature, but I could get that with the much cheaper Echo Show 5 at $49, or even the Echo Dot for $22.  I am in no hurry, so I can take my time to decide being the fastidious person that I am.  I don’t want to live inside a shell like a snail for the rest of my life, so I will try to decipher which device bests suits me, although the further behind I get, the bigger this task becomes.

Can Alexa do anything uplifting for me?  The new Amazon Show has an integrated smart home hub, which would allow me to connect smart bulbs, switches and other devices that use the ZigBee wireless protocol straight to this device without the need for another hub and this would allow me to join in on the smart home revolution.  I don’t have any smart cameras or doorbell and driveway sensors, but once I get used to the new device, maybe I can hook some things up to give me added security.  If I go out at night, I can have Alexa leave the lights on for me till I return.  I don’t plan on using the front-facing camera for video chats like Skype, but it is a nice feature.

It would be nice to have something that will let me see weather forecasts, create a shopping list, look at upcoming appointments in my calendar, browse a to-do list, or allow me to listen to my favorite music.  I probably will not take advantage of the Echo Show’s onboard Wi-Fi adapter to connect to my home network which would facilitate communication among devices like my desktop computer or my printer, but since my home has wired ethernet, I can plug a USB-to-ethernet adapter into its rear Micro-USB port and benefit from the reliability of that connection and its fast response.  Having a ZigBee smart home hub will allow me to say, “Alexa, discover my devices”, and the Echo Show will discover and set up all compatible devices so I can control them with my voice or manage them on-screen and then I could take pride in how smart I am.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Decipher, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Snail, for the Daily Spur prompt – Pride, for FOWC with Fandango – Task, for December Writing Prompts – Divinely delicious, for Ragtag Community – Fastidious, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Leave Response Join and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Uplifting.

Drink from the Cup of Victory

Genghis Khan told his troops, “We must slaughter our enemies, kill them all and show no mercy to the men, women or children.  If they don’t surrender, they will surely die, as we will sack every town and city that stands in our way.”  Genghis Khan was able to unite the fragmented Mongol tribes, utilizing his genius for organization, and recognizing that their horses along with their riding skill would serve as their strengths.  Genghis Khan and the Mongol army rose to power at the end of the twelfth century, at a moment when few opposing rulers could put up much resistance to them.  The vast Mongol empire he created stretched from China to Europe, taking control of Asia from the Black Sea to the Pacific.

The Mongol emperor under the leadership of Tolui Khan, the fourth son of Genghis, unleashed one of the greatest catastrophes of the medieval world by destroying the ancient cities of Merv in the Central Asian republic of Turkmenistan, delivering wholesale destruction on an unprecedented scale, as hundreds of thousands were slaughtered from 1220-1223.  These cities were special because they were on the northern route of the famous Silk Road, the key trade route which once linked east and west.  Merv was an essential staging post for those travelling between north-east Iran and eastern Asia and China.  The Mongols looted the city, destroyed the dam on the Murghab river and laid waste to anything they could not carry away.

Most people have probably never heard of Merv, but it served as the capital of a number of empires and kingdoms over the course of its more than 4,000-year-long history.  Merv had plentiful water reserves and it was in a supremely strategic location between the Afghan highlands and the Karakum Desert lowlands, so it was always a sought-after geographic prize for Persians, Arabs, Turks, and Greeks which included Alexander the Great.

The Mongol society was made up of tent-dwelling nomadic pastoralists who were capable of living off the land.  The Mongolian horse was tough and sturdy and they were able to subsist solely on grass, which meant that the Mongol army did not have to carry food for them when they were going into battle.  Their enemies called them the horsemen from hell, as when they charged, unity always broke.  The fluidly mobile riders could fire arrows in any direction as they rode.

The Mongols also used psychology to throw their opposition off.  They would pretend like they were retreating to make their unwary opposition forces charge after them, believing that tide had turned in the battle.  The Mongol cavalry would then turn right back around, after having lured a few overconfident souls too close, or they might continue their retreat and dismount their horses.  The unmounted archers would shower the pursuing army with arrows, as their more heavily armored cavalry could charge in with their lances.  At that point, the battle was as good as over.

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #43, where I chose the picture showing four horsemen dressed in armor riding across a valley toward a mountain range in the setting sun, because they looked like they were part of a Mongol hoard and not the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

The Shape I’m In

With My
Own Hands
Scurry Up The Frets
Hullabaloo Blasted To Amplifiers
Lost                                              Chord
Upper              Sound Hole                Bout
Dream                                  Bridge
Want                                           Music
Pliable                  Steel                  Strings
Lower                                                      Bout
Pink                   Floyd                   Breathe
The Heart Of Rock And Roll
Is In Cleveland

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle Shape Poem, hosted by Yves where the prompts are Heart Poetry Want Carve Dream Breathe Lost Light Drip Scurry Bird Hullabaloo and my poem is supposed to take on the shape of a guitar.

Goddess of Love

The goddess of love and reproduction for the Greeks was Aphrodite, the Babylonians called her Ishtar and she was called Astarte by the Phoenicians, but to the Romans this goddess was Venus.  Venus figures into a lot of myths and she came about because the goddess Terra hated her tyrant husband Caelus after he had all the Hecatoncheires Hundred-Handed Giants who were her children thrown into Tartarus.  Her son the Titan Saturn responded to her call, and one night he hid under his parents’ bed waiting for his father to fall asleep, then he castrated him with a sickle and then he promptly threw his genitals into the sea.

Terra took in all the bloody drops that spattered off of Caelus, and as the seasons of the year turned, she bore the seeds of the Erinnyes, the Gigantes and the Melian nymphs.  As the genitals drifted over the water in the sea of Paphos in Cyprus, the blood and the semen that issued forth from the severed flesh of Caelus mixed with the sea water.  The resulting foam slowly transformed into the child who would become Venus, the goddess of Love and Beauty.

Venus had a minor part in the story of Pandora, but she played a major part in the story of Pygmalion and his statue and also Trojan war.  Juno queen of the gods, the wife and sister of Jupiter, hated the Trojans because of the Trojan Paris’s judgment against her in a beauty contest.  This beauty contest took place between Juno, Venus and Minerva, where a golden apple was to be the prize to the fairest goddess.  Aeneas was a son of Venus and he became a very strong and popular Greek soldier, who was one of the few survivors of the siege of Troy.  Venus was the mother of Cupid, the guy with the love arrows and she was also the great-grandmother of Semele who slept with Jupiter.  Venus was also the mother Priapus, a dwarfish man with a huge penis, but nobody knows who his father was, as Venus got around an awful lot.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt “Greek Love Story” hosted by Yves.