Melanie, our gracious host of SYW, has posed these interesting questions today;
The image today is courtesy of the fantastic Sadje with subtle changes by MBC!
Do you become discouraged by the annual “Blogging Ennui” phenomenon that comes around every year? (it’s early this year IMO) (blogging ennui means (to me) a distinct slow down in writing and participation, which lasts an indefinite period of time).
Not really! In fact, it gives me a breathing space. I agree that the usual number of posts has fallen down and many bloggers are missing in action. But I guess they have their reasons. One thing that I suspect is that not all posts are showing from all the bloggers in my reader. Maybe another WP glitch?
If you were in a room filled with you and your doppelganger (someone who looks exactly like you do. Supposedly everyone has at least one out there in the world) and 2 billion dollars, what would you do? What do you think your doppelganger would do?
A very interesting question. I’d split the money with my doppelgänger and leave as soon as possible. The doppelgänger may look like me but how can I trust her? She may want all the money for herself.
A building is burning. You have time to either save a child trapped inside or a valuable painting which you would then sell, using the money to save 20 children from starvation. What would you do and why?
Of course, I’ll save the child. Saving a child from certain death is more important than a painting, no matter how valuable it may be. As for saving 20 kids from starvation, we don’t need to sell paintings for that. It takes very little to feed a child; an open heart and a generous mind can do that without going to those limits.
What’s your opinion of yams or sweet potatoes?
I love them. Not the way people eat them in the west but the way we eat them here. After roasting them in coals with skin on, it is peeled, and cubed. It’s them drenched in chat masala and lemon juice. Yummy!
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Thanks Melanie for once again posing very interesting questions.
” I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and look at it , until it begins to shine.”
Words, written or spoken can change our lives, thoughts, and perspectives. They indeed have more power than anything else.
While speaking, the correct choice is more important because once said, we can never unsay it. Most wise people advise us to think and weigh our words before we utter them.
The written word however has a bit of flexibility. We can write it, think about it, ponder its appropriateness, and then we can replace it with another or better word. A blogger has only one tool and those are the words they use. Choose them with care. Both in writing your post and in comments, because sometimes they convey a message we didn’t intend.
“Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind”
Thank you Tanya for keeping this conversation alive.
“Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself ~ D.H Lawrence
Chopping has never been my strong or safe suit. While chopping, I’m likely to cut a finger or two. Not all the way, thankfully but a nick is definitely on the cards. I’ve gotten those gadgets that one can use to chop or slice veggies but in my hands, they aren’t safe either. I have slice bits of my fingers with the carrots.
They say practice makes us perfect so I guess I need to do a lot more practice yet for I’m in no way perfect. I envy those people who I see on the cooking shows who slice, dice and chop at lightening speed without hurting themselves or anyone else in the process.
Till such time that I become perfect at chopping, I’ll try to be as careful as I can for I do need all my fingers and thumbs.
Beneath the shade of Bunyan tree Away from the blazing hot summer sun The lily floating unconcernedly in the pond Invites me to reflect on the paradox of life Pure and exquisite it thrives in murky waters Sometimes even in the swamps of mud and slime Yet it remains pure, untouched by the muck around it Can we too remain pure, surrounded by the grime of immortality?
In those dayswhen young and impressionableI pinned my heart and hopeson false promisesdelivered by your silken tongue. On that dayin the heat of the momentI was carried awayin rumpled sheetstransported by your touch. Alas, those champagne dreamswere soon shattered. You stole a little piece of meall that’s lefta bitter-sweet memorya broken reflection. ~~~~~~~~ Image credit: […]
Unannounced how do i mend my broken heart?a broken mind? a broken promise?a broken hope?for everytime i look at my self in the mirrori can’t help but see the brokenness in me. that broken piece of me you took awayi don’t blame you for that thoughbut i must say i hated you for leaving mejust […]