This video can be found on the Shift C - Topic channel on YouTube. Check it out if you liked this sound! This is one of my personal favorites, and one that I personally like to listen to when I'm writing... just to feel like I'm sitting in a nice café somewhere!
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This video can be found on the Shift C - Topic channel on YouTube. Check it out if you liked this sound! This is one of my personal favorites, and one that I personally like to listen to when I'm writing... just to feel like I'm sitting in a nice café somewhere!
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I had a dream once....... I was back in college in this class that I had on, I don't know, philosophy I think. Well, as usual, I was at my own table because I like to work alone, be alone. Well one of my classmates (all of my classmates) and my professor noticed this. And one classmate made it his point to always walk by and talk to me during class--you know, if he was going to sharpen his pencil, or throw something out. Well one class our teacher was discussing about sensitivities and about how the world was like "this bag of grapes"... And then he started to crush the bag of grapes. The squeaking sound of them was just awful--imagine a fork scraping on the bottom of a plate, or nails on a chalkboard! So naturally, because I have a sensory issue and severe misophonia** I covered my ears and cringed. Well my involuntary friend walked by my desk and warned me that if I kept doing that the professor was going to pick on me; I couldn't hear him though because of the squeaking of the grape bag and I had my ears covered (nice of him to try though, right?). Well the professor did come over with a full 2 liter bottle of soda and just says "squeeze this" and aims it at me. I frown and look around the room, then think about the rest of my day. I have three other classes preceding this one. I have no choice. I'm doomed. I do as I'm told and as the soda is drenching me, the professor begins to explain how life isn't fair (literally) and how the soda is a metaphor for the internal struggle that we all face when something in our lives goes wrong--essentially, the idea of "When it rains, it pours." Well, after the professor is satisfied that he's punished me enough he walks away and I'm sitting there soaked for a bit, no longer paying attention to class and a few moments later my 'friend' walks by my table... Drenched. I say to him, "Took one for the team, huh?" And he says, "It's because I stood up for you. I couldn't let someone as nice as you suffer alone. No one should ever be alone. Especially someone like you." And then I woke up. The sad thing about my dreams... I never see anyone's faces. They're just blurry, fuzzy messes. I could tell you everything else about that room, what everyone was wearing, their hair, skin color.... Ask me their facial features though, and forget it. It's sad really. I would have liked to know who my savior was so I could thank him properly. **If you ever see a hyperlink such as this, it is most likely a definition or an article about the highlighted word. Take a moment to click on the link to learn a little more about the highlighted word if you don't know what the term means! Sigmund Freud (quack) and His Interpretation of DreamsFreud was a big believer that dreams revealed a lot about our personalities and our pasts. He believed that dreams had a lot of symbolism and held a lot a connection to our parents--particularly our mothers. Take a moment to click the button on the left to visit the Museum London and learn a bit more about Freud and his wacky dream interpretation!
Then click the button on the right to see how some religions view dream interpretation! This second button will have just a brief article about some various history of world religions in relation to dreams but there are other links that you can click on at the bottom of the article if your curiosity gets the better of you! (Don't worry, they are safe links. I wouldn't send you there if they weren't!) Photo: Napoleon Sarony [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons “I don't care that they stole my idea . . I care that they don't have any of their own” **Sorry that this is being posted on a Sunday everyone! I forgot to hit "post" on Friday after I completed getting this one ready ;)**
~Arian As a friend of mine, You should see when I am okay vs. When I am not. However, I have gotten so good at putting on these masks to hide myself from the world, That I've managed somehow to also hide myself from the people that care, that love me. I'm stuck behind these masks right now. And right now it's even harder because the way the world is, it's really easy to put on a mask over my mask--no pun intended. I'm clawing at my face to escape the reality that I might not ever be free from my own mind and the darkness that I have caused for myself. And I've become complacent in living in my own misery, behind my mask. Content with myself but discontent that I'm lying to those that I love. I promise I'm not being cynical in this very moment--but in many things I can be--I'm just asking for patience as I try to break apart this mask that has seemingly grown to be a part of the bones of my weary face. Thank you for letting me feature you in my blog, Maxwell! This poem resonates with me, as I, myself have struggled with this very issue more times than I can count. I hope, one day, to see you officially published, either as a novelist, or as a poet--maybe, then, I could say that I "discovered" you! ;)
Keep well! Arian The WendigoSo the wendigo is a creature that, according to Natives of North America, began as a hunter/gatherer of the area of Northern America or Canada and got lost during the Winter. He ended up eating human flesh and because of that turned into what is today known as the wendigo (the bipedal deer-man-thing) (All That's Interesting, 2020; Desanti, 2015). Now I have a weird argument about the wendigo and hear me out about this!!! Were-jackalope.... The JackalopeOkay so most people know what a jackalope is, right? A jackrabbit-antelope? Basically, a rabbit that has antlers. There is folklore about the jackalope, as well. It is said that not only can the jackalope mimic human voices and cry out to confuse or scare cowboys (Simon, 2017) but they were sometimes considered to be so dangerous that cowboys would have to protect their legs in some manner to avoid having their shins and legs being gored by the jackalope's antlers (Deldridge, 2006). The interesting thing is, the Smithsonian has in their collection a rabbit pelt that they refer to as a "jackalope". Now this is not necessarily a proper name for this pelt and you will learn why shortly. You see the common definition of a jackalope is literally a rabbit that also has the antlers of an antelope. The "jackalope" that is located at the Smithsonian does not look like this, however. The Smithsonian's jackalope has odd growths all over it's head (from the images that are on the website, it looks mostly like the rabbit has extra ears)--no antlers to be seen! They discovered that this rabbit had what was called Shope papilloma virus which "infects rabbits and hares worldwide, causing tumors to grow in various places on a rabbit’s head and body" (Jemison, 2020). Comparisons?So there are a couple comparisons in recent media that may make you all realize how right I am about saying that rather than a wendigo being a crazed, cannibalistic man, it is actually a were-jackalope. So the first reference is, of course, the traditional werewolf. Man gets bit or scratched by virus, cursed, or otherwise diseased wolf and then begins to turn into a wolf under certain circumstances. Next would be Wallace and Gromit's Curse of the Were-Rabbit. This plays directly into the idea of the were-jackalope other than the fact that Wallace only becomes a were-rabbit because of a failed invention.... While people who become wendigos--I'm sorry, were-jackalopes--only turn that way because of a bite, scratch, whatever, from the infected animal. Sort of like rabies! The last reference would be Spiderman! Yes, Spiderman. He gets bit by a radioactive spider... later he discovers he now has strange powers. I mean, assuming that wendigos are even real, how do we know that wendigos are really dangerous? Has anyone ever tried to befriend one? How do we know they aren't like werewolves or Spiderman in the fact that they are just normal humans most of the time and their mysterious powers or abilities only show up under certain circumstances? I, personally, think they may just be misunderstood. But I guess we'll never know. References
When I was a child, my piano instructor used to yell at me for not using the correct fingering when playing my various songs. I never understood why that mattered. She would try to explain, saying that it was because the songs had to be played a specific way or they would be wrong and when I would then try to play the next song, that song would in turn also be wrong (all due to supposedly learning the fingering for the first song wrong). What I couldn't understand--and still to this day do not understand--why that matters. I play the song in a certain way that feels comfortable to me. If the song then sounds correct to both me and the person who wrote the song, then what is the problem? Then when I move on to the next song, why would I use the *same fingering*? Wouldn't it make sense to change my fingering to match that of the song and how the song is played and sounds? You see, friends, it's just like life. For example, if you were in a relationship with one person and found that you didn't get along with that person for some reason... You wouldn't then break up or move on from that person into a new relationship just to keep doing the same exact things that you didn't like before (or I should hope you don't do that)! Hopefully, you adapt and you change so you can grow and improve. Just because one person does something one way, doesn't mean that you have to do it that way too. I knew that when I was a child; I got in trouble for it a lot, and sometimes I sill do, but we cannot let people dictate how we are going to adapt to our surroundings. We have the opportunities to better ourselves. So why not take them? Help is out there! Don't suffer alone!
If you, or someone you know, needs help, please reach out to them and let them know you care. Below are the numbers to several Crisis Hotlines within the USA--People are always ready and willing to help when they receive the call: National Domestic Violence Hotline (800) 799-7233 National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (800) 273-8255 National Help Line for Substance Abuse (800) 262-2463 For more Crisis Hotlines please visit elunanetwork.org/resources/crisis-hotlines-common-hotline-phone-numbers "The only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision." ~Helen Keller Helen Keller and Anne Sullivan in 1888
Photo: Thaxter P. Spencer Family, New England Historic Genealogical Society [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons It has been a minute!
ANNOUNCING MY 2018 NOVELIt's that time of year again, friends. Novel time. I'm writing once more and this year I'm writing a fantasy novel about a girl on the search for the Tree of Life. If you'd like to read it when I'm done on the 31 November, just shoot me an email. The title of my work is called A Torch in the Night. Happy writing!
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