Here’s what I found about the origin of French fries:
The French fry is not at all a French thing. The name comes from either the Irish term for cutting the fries, “to french”, or from the American allies who, when they landed in the Belgian Ardennes, tasted the incomparable fried potatoes and called them “French fries”, French for the language …
Behold – the number one dating app called Zoosk that I previously viewed as a joke of a dating service, something designed for teenagers, and not at all competitive with big time players like match and eHarmony.
Zoosk is an awesome dating app but having to pay big money, in my case, to view messages and do anything beyond a wink makes this dating app really ineffective.
I want to meet people in my area, like right away, but the need to fork out all the money I have is the barrier between love.
According to Zoosk, my ideal match is literally one mile away, like right down the street somewhere, and it’s kind of silly that I would have to pay 30 dollars a month to talk to her when I could just go up to her door and meet her (not really, that would be creepy).
Here are their prices:
$14.98/mo (one time price of $74.85)
$19.95/mo (one time of $59.85)
$29.95/mo (one time of $29.95)
And there are hidden costs as well.
Overall, you’re going to be paying close to $1000 a year to get the most out of this dating service. Overall, I wouldn’t recommend using this dating service because it’s run by a money hungry corporation. Go out and find someone the old fashioned way because money shouldn’t have to buy you love. There are cheaper alternatives to the elaborate money making scheme Zoosk is running.
Zoosk coins and gifts are a waste of time on the site as well. It’s fun to use the app on my phone, playing the Carousel game of Yes, No, or Maybe and swiping left and there’s joy everytime I see a heart notification at the top of my phone. But I can’t expect to go beyond seeing a couple well selected profile pics and odd flirting method without opening up my wallet and paying to view my match’s profile and interact with her like she’s exclusive property – a hooker.
The red day arrived again
Filled with happiness and lore
There are the couples that rejoice
And the singles that are lonely once more
Chocolate hearts on fire
Sparkling wine under candlelight
Get your kisses in today
Tomorrow will be back to a fight
The namesake of Valentine
Shrouded in vague mystery
The romance goes back through the ages
Our rich tradition, blood and soul of history
My true love may not have come forward
Not so in this year still so young
And the world will keep on revolving
Until the Valentine’s where I find the one
The first full year of MACBOFISBIL, that wonderful acronym I created nearly three years ago, is almost coming to a close. It has been a wonderful year in 2015 and I have made a lot of progress on this activity that I once thought was so daunting I would never make much progress, but I have. Okay, so there are still no guest posts but maybe that will happen in 2016? Who knows what next year will bring to this blog that finally got some wheels at the end of 2014 and this year?
Today is unofficially Spread the Love day. It’s a way to break us out of the bubble some of us have gotten into.
Yeah, it’s not good of me to do this but I’ve been getting skimpy on reading others blog posts in the last couple of days. It’s a very bad habit and I wish I wouldn’t do it. I go down this hole that I soon find myself getting lost in and all of a sudden I’ve lost contact with the outside (blogging) world. It’s very easy to crawl into a bubble and get too comfortable, and suffer from laziness and excuses, but then the bad etiquette police show up and demand I show some other bloggers some love. I actually feel guilty when I haven’t read any of my followers posts in a number of days but it is not that hard to get back in the “zone”. I’ve been busy filming, editing, and uploading videos to my YouTube channel, which I finally resurrected after a long hiatus. I’ve also been busy with relearning the guitar, which was the subject of a post that accidentally got published half-baked and I deleted hours afterward.
On that note, here are three posts I found very interesting and deserve a shout out. They are all from yesterday or today because I don’t feel like digging into the archives (I rarely do) to find posts I like.
My name is Walter Yeates, I may be better known as Smooth for my coverage of Anonymous. Either name is fine, as I am quite fond of both. When Mark asked me to produce the first guest piece on his blog, I was more than happy to detail my work on Anonymous.
Two months ago I would have never guessed I would have been covering Anonymous, especially with as much access that I have been granted. While quite a bit of information various members of the collective have told me is off the record, there has been a lot of insight that will go into my future work.
As always, Mark Aldrich dishes out some of the best world cultural news stories on important topics. This was his first post by a guest blogger and went very well. I’m only vaguely familiar with some of the things he writes about (or others write for him) but I definitely have gotten an insight into a world other than mine. I will definitely be looking forward to reading more of his posts in 2016.
My tears etch tracks
Down the sides of my face
My cries break the silence
Of the overcast day
Speaking of anguish
Vonita Buirski’s blog of mainly poetry is very inspiring. You can really fall in love with the words she writes and feel the spirit she has inside. A very wonderful and amazing person and it would be nice to meet her in real life. I’ve been following her since I started blogging regularly and she will continue to be a blog I look forward to in the upcoming year.
Reading one of Moonskittles’ posts is always special. Her blog has quickly grown into a very powerful one of poetry, wit, humor, and family. This poem by her was another quality example of her talent with words and deliciously descriptive imagery.
I never looked for his book online or in a bookstore. He showed it to me, or he showed me a galley proof of it. And now, a decade later, I do not remember his name or enough about the book to find out whatever happened to him or it.
The two of us were passengers on a plane, and 98% of my personal air travel history dates from the years 2000 to 2004, when I moved from upstate New York to Cedar Rapids, Iowa, and twice a year I returned home for holiday visits. The typical route was Eastern Iowa Airport to Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky International Airport to Stewart International Airport (or sometimes Logan in Boston), because there are no direct flights between Iowa and anyplace else I have ever lived. The book author was across the aisle from me.
This other post by Mark Aldrich, one that had been sitting unread at the top of my browser for days until now, is one I also had to include as a bonus fourth. One of the lines about reading lines of poetry with the exaggeration of cartoon eyes delighted me.
And that’s a wrap. Now let me go and enjoy the hot, steaming chili I got from Wendy’s. Oh, wait, I’ve already finished it.
Maybe it was a bit creepy, me having strange thoughts about her at such a raw age. I had a slight attraction to the neighbor girl who lived in back of our house. And I remember mom and dad teasing me about her and I “hooking up” sometime but of course they were joking since I was only seven years old and had no interest in that, right?
But I did develop a liking for her, Ashley her name, that was rather confusing to me. It’s hard to explain the feeling. This desire was so private and I never told anyone, not even my secret crush. She did not know that I liked her, didn’t even sense it, was more interested in playing with Barbies. And it’s kind of silly to even think about having a serious crush since we were only seven years old. Telling her my deep dark secret would have been too embarrassing and awkward, not to mention way out of left field since there was absolutely no connection between us at all. I didn’t really understand the idea of attraction and neither did she. My life had been playing with Legos and not even considering any situations with girls. The ones in my classes really liked me but I didn’t know how to reciprocate and it was difficult to say the least.
And then she moved away a few years later and my family a few years after that. Seven years went by before I saw my “crush” again. It was at my high school graduation. I had just walked down the stairs and first saw my family waiting for me. This was just after I got no applause after walking on stage to receive my diploma, a really big let down after waiting 14 years for the moment, thank you very much.
So I first saw my long lost crush’s mom and then, sensing something was up, turned and saw the person that I had never spoken to until:
“Ashley!” I said in surprise at seeing her for the first time in nearly ten years. And then a moment’s stare commenced. Really awkward stare. Our eyes locked. She was scanning my face, her eyes moving about. I did not know what else to say, didn’t have the words for this long break. We never ever talked to each other during childhood, but I had a secret attraction to her, a kind of forbidden one actually that culminated in a really bad poem that my mom saw and immediately threw away.
And finally she broke the ice and said, “I think I’ll go someplace else”, and left without another word. I was left standing there looking dumbfounded and confused. Turned back to my parents who were waiting there and they just shrugged and said we should get going to dinner. I never saw her again. Last time I heard, she had graduated from college somewhere. I don’t even like hearing her name being dropped now, since it just brings up feelings of heart-break and a confusion as to what happened that on that 6th of June, 2010.
After that happened, I think I’ve just about had it with these silly crushes. They cause me too much pain, the uncertainty and desperation. I’d rather just talk to a girl without having to feel so giddy and nervous.
If I saw Ashley again tomorrow (that’s not her actual name!), I don’t know what I’d say. Would it be really awkward or would we finally have a real conversation? I think I’ve only said one word to this blonde haired, blue eyed girl of perfect porcelain skin in my entire life. And she’s not exactly the nicest person in the world. No, we would act like adults and not like children who get fluttery and blush over a passing look. Maybe it would actually be the start of a real friendship…or even more.
The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
– Ernest Hemmingway
This amazing little quote by the great Hemmingway took me a little while to understand and analyze, but then it all became clear as day. In my own words, I believe it means that by placing a higher importance of one person over yourself and becoming so enchanted by their life, you begin to think anything you do will not be as good and is not worth mentioning. You get lost in the glory of their presence. Whether it be famous celebrities, musicians, Internet icons, writers, or anyone at the top of their game, I think we can all say this “selfish love”, this willingness to follow and admire these people day by day, get to know their ins and outs, be a so-called paparazzo, and forget your life has a purpose as well, resides within us all. This applies to my life and coming across a number of things I thought people did just a little better than me, which made me, in turn, stop to think if I should improve myself to be on their level of greatness or if even trying to reach their level of success is futile and that I should just give up. Yes, they always say you shouldn’t compare yourself to others, but sometimes it can’t be helped because following the “norm” is where the best things lie.
There are a number of bloggers, or to be more accurate, actual published writers, on this grand publishing platform that I admire greatly and whose work I place on a higher level than my own. I’m not saying my stuff isn’t good (self confidence pat on the back) but whenever I read the posts of other bloggers, especially those who have been featured on “Freshly Pressed” (a feature I rarely, if ever, use), I get this realization that what I put out would probably look silly and amateur if placed alongside theirs. It humbles me. But we’re not here to compete with anyone, are we? Everyone is entitled to their own style of blogging and being different is what makes everything fun. Like the pile of alphabet letters above – every glyph is unique and serves its own purpose, has it’s own rhyme and reason. Unlike the bags of pistachios below, all the same, manufactured under a recurring brand, optimized for your enjoyment each time.
Learning the tricks of the trade from those who have done it best is probably the best part about blogging (or anything else) since you only push yourself to be better each time. I don’t have any “selfish love” on here since I don’t follow any one person every day and usually am working on my own thing and making myself feel special. There are days when I don’t read anyone’s posts at all, but when one comes along that literally makes me say “Wow”, there clicks in my head the need for more self improvement, admiring what they did so well, wanting to mimic or at least be inspired by it. Being humble and modest, never giving myself too much credit or importance, and not having a big-headed ego keeps me leveled and focused on continuing to improve everytime, instead of assuming I’ve already reached my peak and am already the best I can be.
It’s okay to have people you admire and care about everyday, even a person in your family, or a spouse, if you’re married, but don’t let their needs and wants outweigh your own personal agenda. You have a life to live as well, have a right to choose what you like and dislike, instead of catering to their needs. That’s the number one reason so many marriages never last – the balance of power is always out of whack, one side always wants more. Thank goodness I’m not married right now or I would never be able to live my ideal life which right now consists of video making, writing, photography, and anything else on the side that makes up my ideal personality. I’m not saying I ever want to get married but going solo right now has its benefits, for better or worse.
That’s the one mistake I made with my last real girlfriend (nearly six years ago in high school); I lost track of what I wanted to do in life, lost track of my goals, my aspirations, since I was so wrapped up in her life (which never amounted to much). I never realized I should have been thinking about the ideal college I wanted to go to, the career option I wanted to study for. That was all put on the back burner and when it came time to start thinking about that stuff, I realized I hadn’t even thought about my future that much, that time was already becoming tight and things felt like they were being rushed, which is why I ended up going to a community college for a year, trying to settle on something until I figured out what I really wanted to do. I don’t regret being in a relationship since it made me feel whole and have emotions I never felt before, but now I realize it was all silly business, a silly teenage romance (we never dated again), and there were more important things I should have been thinking about, which would have made my future today just a tad bit different. But the past is the past and there’s nothing I can do about it. I can only keep looking to the future for the light that finally shines my way.