World Oceans Day is an international day that takes place annually on June 8, which happens to be today. This special day is hosted by the United Nations, and it is all about spreading awareness and the theme for World Ocean Day 2022 is “Revitalization: Collective Action for the Ocean”. The ocean is one of our planet’s most important natural resources, but it faces a growing number of threats. The ocean connects, sustains, and supports us all, but its health has reached a tipping point, and this threatens ecosystems, food security, livelihoods and coastal safety. The ocean is growing warmer and more acidic, polar ice is melting and global weather patterns are changing, and none of this is any good. All of us must work together to protect the oceans, but the fishing industry has encumbered our efforts to keep the oceans clean. Fish are sensitive animals and have no protections for how they are treated or slaughtered. Plastic ocean pollution injures and kills marine life, spreads toxins and is a major health threat and dumped fishing gear is biggest plastic polluter in ocean.
Earth’s oceans are connected by a vast global conveyor belt of moving water and this network keeps our planet healthy. Climate change is affecting the flow of our ocean currents, but the good news is that we know how to fix this. Since colder water sinks deeper and warmer water rises up to the surface of the oceans because of density and the fact that water that has a higher salt content is also denser, we know how temperature and saltiness effect the ocean currents. The water cycle involves the Sun heating up water until it evaporates from the surface of the earth, rises into the atmosphere, cools and condenses into rain or snow in clouds, and falls again to the surface as precipitation, which is collected in the oceans, rivers, lakes, streams. As we heat up our world, we are melting ice and many scientists feel that if enough ice is melted this will slow down the conveyor belt of moving water, which will produce a whole list serious consequences, like disrupting weather patterns around the world, causing more severe droughts and higher sea levels.
Would it be disrespectful to dig up the tomb of the unknown soldier and perform some DNA testing to try and determine who this person is? If we did learn about this soldier’s identity, then maybe we could locate some of their family. If we knew more about this person, would that stimulate or incite us into taking action, galvanizing us in a common cause? I always wondered if the pillow is buried with the casket, but I guess it is a way for the dead to rest in peace.
Written for FOWC with Fandango – Locate, for Ragtag Community – Pillow, and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Galvanizing.
This is how you are supposed to describe a person that is ugly, but unattractive girls are said to be better in bed, because they are willing to try harder. They will do things to please their lover, like eating him up as if he’s the last piece of chocolate cake left in the entire universe, and they are absolutely starving to death. Every night the beautiful people are able to find each other, as attraction comes natural to them, like a powerful wave that is seemingly unstoppable, however for the less fortunate, they are forced to look for others who are on their level of attractiveness. It is entirely possible that an ugly person could find love by meeting a non-judgmental person, who likes them for their internal beauty and understands the difference between love and physical attraction, but that is not likely. There are certain people who prefer a mate that has a little more cushion for the pushing, but many of these chubby chasers are ashamed to let anyone know about their preferences.
Unobtainable beauty ideals have many people questioning their self-worth, based solely on their appearance. The truth is that if you are called ugly enough times, you will start to believe it and since ugly is as ugly does, by believing this, you will inadvertently make yourself ugly. A person is what they are and not what they look like, and if you tell yourself that you are ugly, your thoughts could become reality. Ugly can spread like a super virus, consuming everything in its path. We all seem to judge books by their covers and choose the ones with the covers that make us feel good, so it is not much fun being ugly. Everybody gets a laugh at ugly jokes, so when the kid asked their mom if they were ugly, the mom replied, “I told you not to call me mom in public.” Even models are not totally satisfied with the way that they look, and their pictures are often photoshopped to get rid of what they consider to be flaws. Everyone will experience some criticism and rejection as there are only a handful of winners and the rest of us will need to struggle to get by.
Having a nice personality is considered to be an external factor, but it will make the sex better. You could hook up with a person that is not hot looking and does not have a great body, well let’s just say the word ugly, but sometimes you just connect to a person. I have been desperate at times after being tantalized and teased by legions of girls that were way out of my league. I admit to having scraped the bottom of the barrel, because I knew it was going to be a sure thing. From the beginning, I just closed my eyes and decided to go with it. I was satisfied, as it wasn’t what I would call a negative experience, because once we made it, there were those mouthwateringoooh’s and ahhh’s that oozed out of both of us. I never hooked up with the young urban maid again, even though she was a real fox in the sack, and I am thinking about taking a sabbatical from having any type of relationship.
Since engaging in sex doesn’t always lead to babies, and there’s a long lead time between the act and the eventual consequences, it makes you wonder when and how early humans figured out that sex is what causes babies. The first clue came from observing animals reproducing and generally noting that women who did not sleep with men, did not get pregnant. Mating is part of our evolutionary process and it is what we have been programmed to do for 4 billion years. Up until the advent of agriculture, humans lived in small bands of hunter-gatherers and one of the first things that early humans figured out was how to have sex. Instincts didn’t need to be taught, as most of the mechanics came naturally, maneuvering two bodies into a position where the external male penetrating organ became close enough with the internal female reception opening to allow for fluid exchange. Since our bodies have the same parts today as they did a long time ago, sex hasn’t changed all that much over the years.
Life was tough for early humans, and every member of the group would contribute to its survival, but sex was not a steamy romance in the beginning, it was done because it was fun for both genders, and there was no concept of gender inequality. Prehistoric humans lived in a shame free zone and nobody went around saying, “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours”, as they all knew what each other had. Women evolved for having sex with multiple partners, and this can be seen in their ability to have multiple orgasms in a sexual session, which resulted in encouraging more men to come and join in, and this also ensured that breeding was successful. If there were more men in the tribe than women, the cave woman would have multiple sexual partners. Some of the men had to wait for their turn sitting quietly in the corner and watching while another caveman had sex with a woman. Watching others have intercourse and learning what felt good, is how we figured out sex, and this is the same way every other species does. After humans reached puberty, their hormone levels increased, and they felt the urge to mate. Many psychologists feel that people have difficulty with monogamy because this concept was not with us from the beginning and this lifestyle goes against our evolutionary imprint of polygamy.
In the Neolithic Period which occurred sometime before 9500 BCE, primitive agriculture first appeared and the imagery of birds and bees pollinating from one plant to the other came shortly after, as humans saw how they fit into the world. Everything changed as early cave man society evolved and it didn’t take long before jealously entered the picture. At first women became distressed by threats from physically attractive rivals, whereas the men were distressed because their rivals had more resources. Men paired with physically attractive women and they exhibited their jealous tendencies in their efforts to guard their mate, whereas women paired with the man they thought would be able to provide more resources for them and they felt the need to guard their man from being taken away by another woman. The original society of human offspring existed without fathers, but after humans became an agrarian society, they realized the concept of paternity. When men finally learned that they were involved in the process of making babies, they wanted to claim them as their own and this instigated jealously. Once committed relationships were established, it was expected that each partner would abide by the rules, but temptation is lurking around every corner for some people who retain the urge to sleep around.
Over time, humans evolved from engaging in copulation with whatever human might be handy to forming couples, pairing off with other individuals, as natural selection favored that we care for one another to survive. They started mating and engaging in sex not just because it felt good, but because it felt more special, sharing their feelings together. No one can say for sure, why so many humans gave up polygamy and made the cultural move to monogamy, by making a lifelong commitment to fidelity by having only one sexual partner. A significant shift from polygyny toward monogamy began about five thousand to ten thousand years ago and although polyandry is exceedingly rare (females who seek out multiple partners), females who are officially tied to one partner may have others in secret. Sex is an important part of life, and although the enterprise of marriage may not be the greatest aphrodisiac, a shocking study revealed that married people are having more sex than single people of the same age.
Robert Hunter wrote the lyrics for ‘Fire on the Mountain’ at Mickey Hart’s ranch in heated inspiration as the surrounding hills blazed and the fire approached the recording studio where the Grateful Dead were working. I have read that if you are being raped, that it is better to scream “Fire” than it is to scream “Rape”, because fire is deemed to be a more serious threat and that would improve your chances on getting people to react. California has its share of mountains and it always seems to have fires, so saying “Fire on the mountain” is something that you would scream in a panic, and it should create a sense of urgency. I have no idea what this song is actually about, but I thought I would try and have some fun with it today.
The lyrics start off with, “Long distance runner”, which makes me think about a marathon, which is a race that I have never participated in before. The idea for the modern marathon was inspired by the legend of an ancient Greek messenger who raced from the site of Marathon to Athens, with the news of an important Greek victory over an invading army of Persians in 490 B.C. After reaching his destination and making his announcement, the exhausted messenger collapsed and died. So, I guess back in the day people had the job of delivering the news, which doesn’t sound like such a bad job, except that part where they die, but it seems like this runner is just standing around. People start telling him to do his job, but this runner may have been partying too much as it says that he is, “playing cold music on the bar room floor.” Did the people want him to stop playing ‘Baby Its Cold Outside’ because they think it is sexist, like I said this song is challenging, so let’s move on and say that this guy is not fit to have the position as the runner especially because he is “Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core”.
The next line explains better what is going on in this song, “There’s a dragon with matches that’s loose on the town”. From what I understand dragons are capable of breathing fire, so why would a dragon need matches? When I Googled “dragon with matches”, I found a place in Northern California that is a farm for growing weed which is run by a deadhead, no big surprise there, but I am willing to bet that the song came first. I think this song is about getting people to react to a dangerous situation, as we can’t all just stand around and watch, somebody has to do something. During the Grateful Dead’s heyday, the media generally depicted Deadheads as lazy, unwashed throwbacks to the 60’s who used illegal drugs, dressed unconventionally, and valued collective experiences more than material success. The news coverage was always more negative than positive. Most of the Deadheads that I knew were successful, well-groomed, law-abiding citizens rather than unemployed, lazy, drug-users as they were depicted in the press, but still their concerts drew out some real spacers.
I think that Hunter may have been trying to communicate with these wastoids, the burnouts that didn’t have any semblance of a life and were never going to be any thing but a loser. He states that this guy is on fire, but he is so oblivious, that he doesn’t feel the heat. Playing concerts was always a challenge for the Grateful Dead, because there was so much distraction about them, and if their fans took drugs, they felt that was their own personal issue. The only qualification for being a Deadhead is loving the music, but some of their newer fans just didn’t get it and they thought it was all about drugs and they were taking that to the extreme, which became very annoying. I think I have made my point, so on that note, I will stop here, but for me the music has never stopped.
Long distance runner, what you standing there for?
Get up, get off, get out of the door
You’re playing cold music on the bar room floor
Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core
There’s a dragon with matches that’s loose on the town
Take a whole pail of water just to cool him down
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Almost ablaze, still you don’t feel the heat
It takes all you got just to stay on the beat
You say it’s a living, we all gotta eat
But you’re here alone, there’s no one to compete
If mercy’s in business, I wish it for you
More than just ashes when your dreams come true
Baby’s in scarlet, her shackles in gray
If loves to love she’s got it salted away
Out of the rat trap and under the wire
Out of the frying pan and into the fire
Put it down heavy, strip it down lean
Got to lay it down dirty and play it back clean
Fireman, fireman, call off your dog
This isn’t a blaze, it’s just a hog in the log
Cut up in sections, squirming alive
Lost to the world on that fifty-cent jive
There’s a fire on the mountain, running around
What doesn’t go up can never come down
Long distance runner, what you holding out for
Caught in slow motion in a dash to the door
The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor
You gave all you had, why you want to give more?
The more that you give, the more it will take
To the thin line beyond which you really can’t fake
Written for FOWC with Fandango – Note and for Ragtag Community – Music.
I woke up in 2021 caught in an intimate relationship and I guess that I just got used to having her around. When we met, she told me that there was no need to romance her, as she was a sure thing. I became distracted by her beauty which was mesmerizing, but romance was one aspect that I certainly wanted to have in a relationship. I wanted more and I turned into a basket case because I started ignoring the ignorance of this situation. I wanted to kiss her and she insisted that wasn’t necessary, so we argued constantly till I got tired. She looked just like Elizabeth Taylor and I asked her if we could go up on the tin roof with a blanket where we could be like street cats making love.
I woke up this morning and I wrote this post after listening to James Taylor sing his song ‘Fire and Rain’, so there may be a little of his song buried in my words. 2019 was moving along just fine and in some ways, it seems like it was just yesterday morning, but now 2020 is almost gone. I have seen anguish and pain in the face of George Floyd saying, “I can’t breathe.” I learned about QAnon absurdities and I heard a lot of Rudy Giuliani nonsense. Donald Trump has made over 5,700 Tweets this year and he still thinks that he won the election and many of his supporters continue to send him money.
Florida’s Governor DeSantis directed that COVID-19 vaccines initial phase will be a priority for long-term care facility residents and staff, persons 65 years and older, and health care personnel with direct patient contact. This was one of my wishes and it means that I can get a vaccine, but since they are no longer taking any appointments, Ima tell ya that I will not be standing in line and waiting till they serve me, which I am not about to do. I refuse to become a little silhouetto of a man, as I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain and it sounds like this line that would never end, making me a featureless silhouette of a person for spending my whole day standing in it. They are advising anybody who wants to wait to bring food, water and something to do and this signals me that the vaccines are being mishandled.
I just signed up to take over a community Newsletter, not because I am lonely or I think that I need a friend, it is just that I enjoy writing and I think that I am good at it. I hope that I didn’t bite off more than I ca chew and this ends up becoming a punch in the gut for me. I will be responsible for reporting items of special interest, letting people know what is going on around town, what is happing in the association and in the specific section where I live, providing helpful hints and bringing good tidings to those who will receive the newsletter.
My mouse was acting up today, so I cleaned the optical sensor on the bottom and now it is back to normal, which made me happy that it recognized where I was telling it to go. I am not sure how often I should be cleaning it, but for now it will see me through another day. I have been walking my mind to an easy time with my back turned towards the sun to ridicule, expose and criticize people’s stupidity in this satire that I call life.
My eye doctor follow-up appointment is set for 3 PM today and I will find out how the latest laser surgery went on my right eye to correct the Posterior Capsule Opacification which manifested after my cataract procedure was done earlier this year. I hope that this puts an end to all of my vision problems and then I will have more time on my hands to keep writing. My body’s aching and my time is at hand, but my hope is that we don’t see Trump again in 2024, unless it is at Hall of Presidents at Walt Disney World. I will cook up some leftovers for dinner tonight and I still have some grocery shopping to do, so later tater.
“Without which not”, missing an indispensable element, that should be an absolute prerequisite, something deemed essential, without which we cannot bear living, making life in general loose some specific value and turn into an abstract mess of desperation. When I joined WordPress, I was happy to see a group of dedicated writers here, but there are also many people here that don’t write very well. Maybe they had poor teaching, or perhaps English is a new language for them. I take great pride in my writing and maybe some people think that I am some kind of a pompous jerk for feeling that way, but coherence is an essential quality for readability. My paragraphs and sentences need to be clearly linked to each other, so that my logic will flow from point to point.
When I complete a post that is written properly, I’m happy to share it with others, because I feel that I have created or produced something worthwhile and that is an accomplishment for me and then I can say the words, “I am a writer”, and this allows me to continue to write. I write every day as I am compelled to write and I try to be versatile tackling many topics and I admit that some of the stuff that I write may not be all that ingenious. I prepare each post; I try to abide by the rules and I hope to avoid trouble that way. I don’t get paid for any of my posts and soon after they are finished, they are easily forgotten. I see so many bloggers here that write about nothing, yet they have many more followers and they get a lot more views and likes than I receive. I know that I am putting much more effort into my writing than they are into their rapid posts and maybe my posts are unpopular because of my quirky opinions, or my rapscallion attitude. I think of myself as being last but not least. where I don’t have a lot of fans, but I think that my writing is important and my writing is not dependent on how many readers show up to view my posts.
Untouched books crowded his shelves, shiny leather spines and faded first editions, meticulously dusted and never read. The books were just illusions to impress others, and they made his life bearable, because they impressed his friends. He had no intention of ever reading any of them, as knowing too much would take away his individualism, and his sense of style. He was as phony as a three-dollar bill, but what nobody knew was that the book shelves were hiding a secret passage to his panic room. He was not sorry for all of the lies that he feed to the press and he hoped that Trump would exonerate him one day.
They finally caught up to Julian Assange and his long-time friend Pamela Anderson felt he would not survive an extradition from the U.K. to the U.S. He breached his bail in June 2012 and took refuge in the Embassy of Ecuador in London. In January 2018, Julian was granted Ecuadorian citizenship. Assange was arrested in 2019 after being evicted from the Ecuadorian Embassy in London, where he had sought refuge to avoid being sent to Sweden over allegations of rape and sexual assault. The 48-year-old Australian has been indicted in the U.S. on 18 charges over the publication of classified documents. Prosecutors say he conspired with U.S. Army intelligence analyst Chelsea Manning to crack a password, hack into a Pentagon computer and release secret diplomatic cables and military files on the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Trump stood on his soap box and threw a conniption saying that he loves Wikileaks and he publicly encouraged Russians to hack Hillary’s emails, but now he changed his mind and he is currently saying, “I know nothing about Wikileaks”. Assange chose to play around in espionage and the First Amendment doesn’t give anyone a license to jeopardize national security, especially an unsavory character that is using dubious methods. Julian has set a bad precedent for the future of the internet and he made his bed, so he should have to sleep in it. Whether he is found guilty or innocent, doesn’t really bother me, but I am interested in what the final decision is about him. Many people think he is a good guy who got a bad deal, but I disagree as united we fell to the hackers.
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompts – Exonerate, for the Daily Spur prompt – Feed, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan, for FOWC with Fandango – Survive, for Jibber Jabber by Sue – Box, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – United we fell, for Ragtag Community – Lies, for Reena’s Exploration Challenge prompt 150 – Illusions, for Di’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Play Sorry Final and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Conniption.
The feeling has gone away, and now that I have lost that loving feeling, I am thinking about calling it quits. Maybe it was inevitable that I would not last as the host for Song Lyric Sunday, but at one time, I really did enjoy doing this, however lately this has not been a day at the beach. For the past two weeks, I had to include rants on this challenge that was once all about having fun. I thought that I was doing a pretty good job, and even though I read every song post that was submitted, this was not being reciprocated with the posts that I wrote. I don’t enjoy arguing, and I don’t like quitting either and if people could just be a little bit nicer, I would stick around.
I have prompts scheduled till November 8, 2020 and in the mean time I will be looking for a new host to take over. It is just a few bloggers that have been getting on my nerves and if they quit before I do, then I will stick around. Song Lyric Sunday was my favorite day of the week, but lately it has become a hassle and maybe it is time for new blood. The thrill of coming here every week to see which songs everybody will pick has gone away and maybe it is not gone for good, but without the fun that this challenge once had, it is not worth it for me to continue.
Written for FOWC with Fandango – Inevitable and for Ragtag Community – Beach.