This is an interesting question I picked up off a website I came across today:
“If you could only say one word for a day, what would it be?”
Now, that means I would be resorting to prehistoric Neanderthal behavior, long before humans developed a complex system of language. I’d be like a baby again, saying the same word over and over again or even like a Pokemon saying just its name.
If I said any other word besides the one I had pledged to only say for approximately 24 hours, I’d have a poisonous serum injected into my system. Or my mind would just be locked into a mode that only allows that one word.
The word would probably be “Tomorrow”, because there is always tomorrow to get things done. I’m a bit of a procrastinator and tend to put things off until later.
I posed with a Slurpee on 7/11/16, extending my other arm with the phone out to take this. My phone only has a rear facing camera so I couldn’t view my face on the screen in the process, which leads to numerous bad shots that are off center or blurry. It looks like I have brown eyes in this picture but they are actually electric blue.
I don’t take too many selfies anymore because I am tired of being self-absorbed in my own appearance. I occasionally post selfies on Instagram and then delete then if they receive zero likes because I’ve got OCD.
The year of the sheep
It’s treated me well
Became a full time blogger
Had much to sell
Setting the bar higher
Perfecting my game
Going the distance
Frame by frame
Flew in as a bird Tiptoed through poetry
Through the rain and snow April showers came down upon me
While May clouds opened up
Shown much brighter
New opportunities arose
Now I feel like a fighter
Reaching for success
But let’s not get overzealous
For I’ve got hills to climb
This uphill war
Always one trick away
From opening the wrong door
And being blasted back
By flames of Daunte
To dusting myself off
And moving ahead: “Andale!”
For I dream of green
Raining down upon me
And the kiss of roses
And gold paved streets
The train’s still racing in dreamland
Reality man’s getting anxious to meet
Time to leave this town
This godforsaken town
And get away from it all
Live a life of dreams
Have my doors be way tall
My paradise would be halfway cross the world
Wearing faded cutoff jeans
I’d be sipping from a foggy glass of
Sweet pina colada
Crashing waves, birdie screams
My back in a chair
Feet in the hot sand
Nothing but blue sky
And the beat of a slow jam
No troubles, no worries
No job, no tasks
It’s the kind of moment
Only ones in a fairytale could ask
It’s the typical image of paradise
Most dream of, but are alluded
Since reality is still here
And money can’t be muted
There is however
A paradise not far
Resides in my mind
A fantasyland under stars
Where I can dream all day
Until the sun sets down
Until reality snaps me back to life
And I’m back in my little ordinary town
So our eyes are the main reason the world is like it is today, why the use of different shades of colors to convey different meanings matters so much, why attention to intricate detail is a big priority in the end, why photography, television, or movies even exist. Everything that was created or written down, every tall skyscraper erected, every movie produced or photo taken, every sports game ever played, is because we not only have a wonderful sense of vision but also the awareness and intelligence to use it in a way no other species has come remotely close to. Humans see the world as their own and have always had a mission to shape it in their minds desire. We’ve most likely been involved in the largest collaboration project ever, one that has spanned millions of years from the time man first learned to use tools – the project to shape planet Earth from its natural untouched state to a thriving ball of activity and creativity, and look how far we’ve come.
Our eyes collect so much data and world experiences over a lifetime that if you could somehow retrieve all of those pictures off our massive “hard drive” of a brain and load them onto a computer, you would probably fill its hard drive to its capacity in no time – and two terabytes is just not going to cut it.
Some of the best moments in my life witnessed with my own eyes:
Seeing everyone in my senior year, including me, finally reach the end of their long journey and graduate from high school.
Seeing myself graduating from college, receiving that degree.
Seeing my hands fumbling with that steering wheel, driving a car for the very first time.
Seeing the very first African American president, Barack Obama, elected in the United States in 2008.
Watching the Detroit Tigers storm to the World Series in 2006, getting in off of a Magglio Ordonez game winning home run, ending an era of struggles and embarrassment.
And the worst moments:
Watching the Tigers get clobbered in that 2006 series against St. Louis, 4 games to 1
Boston Marathon Bombings
My second grandmother dying in 2003 (or seeing her struggle with cancer beforehand)
The acne years
And yet another acrostic poem keeping with the trend of previous posts:
Outlook beyond the world so vast Prairies and fields, mountains and grass Toward enlightenment, the vibrant of the soul Ice storms rain down, crater sized hole Counting off calendar years, eager for tomorrow Asking now, not when Lit a fire, warmed away sorrow
Don’t be a nosy Rosie. Keep your nose out other people’s business. Got your nose. Keep your nose to the grindstone.
These are just a couple of common sayings people have used that wordplay on our device of smell. Some interesting things about the grindstone saying: it apparently originated from millers putting their noses to a millstone or grindstone in order to check that the wheel used to grind cereal wasn’t overheating, but another origin theory is that putting your nose to a grindstone was a punishment of hard labor for workers, which is the general meaning for the saying today: keeping focused on your work.
The scents of things that worked my olfactory nerves today:
Glazed chicken in cranberry sauce
Peanut butter sandwich
Crunchy almond cereal and milk
New smells, mind excited Olfactory itches, image brightens Sweet scents of rose, foul odors of gas Everything counts, keep it to the grindstone and stay in class!
Continuing the theme of the human anatomy from last post, I explore the far regions, ahem, of the mouth – and this isn’t just strictly the eating mouth, it could be the mouth of a cave or river or the opening to anything in general such as a trombone. Our mouths are used for a number of things, ranging from eating, drinking, tasting, talking, singing, kissing, and making facial expressions. And some people use their mouth way too much, as in never learning to just shut up!
Making vocal imagination and Opening to hungers satisfaction Under the bridge, the river opens To teeth chattering inside How her lips tremble with mine