I collect evocative signs. Here are some of my recent favorites.
Hoping they mean of and to:
And now Big D-O’s is out of business. Standards too high, perhaps?
Fortunately, this was not my experience:
(The WP Weekly Photo Challenge was Rare.)
Today’s Daily Prompt said to envision life without computers. At first I went Luddite and imagined a low-tech existence but that makes no sense. I am not going to scrap the incredible capability and connectedness that I have gained from computers hand-in-hand with the internet.
When I get rid of my computer it will be because a more advanced technology has arrived.
I already know what I want. It is essentially an iPad with a great keyboard and ginormous screen. Specifically, I want:
- a screen of fabulous quality with a weight that is lighter than light. The screen will fold to the size of a credit card and expand to become enormous. There will also be the option to project holographically.
- a keyboard that is as comfortable to use as a late model electric typewriter. This will be a virtual keyboard that I can set on a desk or in my lap or on a wall. The keyboard will serve as a guide when I type but my post-computer device will sense the movement and positions of my fingers rather than my touch on the keyboard.
Please let me know when my new device is ready to ship.
What the hey-ho, let’s start with a gratuitous video.
I have always loved school. Except for high school, of course – as an adult, I discovered that nobody I respected had fared well in high school, so over the years high school distress became one measure of simpatico. In fact, during my kids’ freshman year I feared – wrongly – that one of my twins might enjoy high school. (Don’t get me wrong: I expected good grades, attendance, attitude; I just didn’t want them to limit their futures by enjoying the experience.)
But I digress. When I was a kid, I liked to play school but my friends wouldn’t say the same. When I played teacher, I wanted them to do homework. Really. Assignments due. For some reason none of them agreed and soon my play classroom was empty. Slackers.
But I digress. After I graduated from college, I took many stray classes over the years to pursue subjects that interested me. I eventually and belatedly got hooked again and went back to earn a master’s degree. That proved to be enough school for me. Bastante!
And yet. I always wanted to be fluent in Spanish. I love the way Spanish flows and zooms; the way you don’t say “I broke a dish” but instead “the dish broke itself.”
I wonder how close I could get to fluency? Language classes take so long to get moving, over so many terms – that has daunted me from starting anew. But if you can recommend an on-line Spanish class – drop me a comment with the details!
(The Daily Prompt wanted to know what subject could get me back to school.)
Not somewhere I’ve stayed nor want to, but it might be affordable. (Photo credit: UrbanPhotos on Flickr.)
My favorite kind of traveling is to plant myself somewhere new and stay for a while, to get a sense of what it would be like to live there. I’m not drawn to monuments or tourist meccas, even though I know those places get famous for a reason. I’d rather wander neighborhoods, sample restaurants, find hole in the wall stores. I’ve been to Manhattan maybe 8 times, and I can’t tell you what the Statue of Liberty is like but I can give you a carefully assessed ranking of my favorite bagel joints.
A whirlwind tour of ten countries in ten days sounds awful to me, while ten days in one spot sounds like a good start.
There can be two problems with this approach. First, when you tally all the places you’ve been, the list does not grow very quickly. Second, if you plant yourself in the wrong place, you get to know a place you, well, don’t want to get to know.
I can’t be the only one who travels like this – am I?
P.S. In Manhattan, my favorite bagel joints are:
- H & H.
(This post responds to this Daily Prompt.)
Today’s Daily Prompt requests a post opposite to what I usually make. Thus and voila, a cartoon.
I often imagine that I have one of these signs on my forehead.
(I don’t manage to imagine that I look like Garbo, however.)
Garbo photograph by Cecil Beaton.
In yesterday’s post, I noted that I can never remember a joke’s punch line. That got me thinking about lines that perpetually run through my head. Here are just a few. How many of these do you recognize? (answers on page 2.)
- I didn’t get the money, and I didn’t get the woman.
- I’m a stranger here myself.
- I can’t help it if I’m lucky.
- I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.
- Is there anything you have forgotten to tell me?
- To be lonely is a habit, like smoking or taking drugs.
- You can lead a horse to water but only very rarely can you drown him and get away with it.
(Today’s Daily Prompt says: finish this sentence…)
When I look in the mirror I
- am reminded of hopes and fears
- see my mother, my sister, my son and feel awe at those family ties
- suffer flashbacks to other eras and haircuts
- struggle to take in my full reflection rather than its parts
- feel familiar yet surprised
- think I need to smile more
- wonder what others see.