Anyone else ever notice those “suggestions” at the top of your reader?
I noticed them a while back, when one day it had some weird topic (can’t remember what it was exactly now) which made me go WHAT?!
I’ve been keeping an eye on mine today, pondering the offerings, and I really wonder about what sort of algorithm they are using, or is it just totally random?
Todays’ suggestions – in between reading posts are as follows:
Suggestions#1: Pride, Robots, Colorado.
Suggestions#2: Farm, DIY, Books.
Suggestions#3: Robots, Batman, Psychology.
Suggestions#4: Sharks, Vegan, Politics.
I think it’s the combinations that get me – #4 is particularly quirky, with the poor Vegans bracketed by sharks on both sides.
Perhaps WordPress is sending some secret code out to us all – if only we knew how to interpret it.
I’m thankful for the trees in my garden which give me shade in summer,
bare branches in winter,
and texture all year round.
I’m also thankful for the lovely rural views I enjoy, I like looking at my neighbours highland cattle with their shaggy coats and long horns. They are quite friendly (being hand-raised) and if I pick some tree tips they will come up and eat them from my hand.
I went a little mad today,
and vacuumed ‘neath the bed,
it’s not my normal housework style,
to clean what can’t be seen,
i’m more a fan of neat and tidy,
and a quick superficial clean.
but I’d bought a brand new vacuum,
– so I had to try it out –
it’s an upright, with a lift off can,
and a sucky spout!
so I used it on the skirting boards,
and then glimpsed beneath the bed.
oh, I know that I should do it,
much more often than I do,
but it’s such a major undertaking,
and ignorance is bliss,
until the carpet changes colour,
which is a sign that you can’t miss.
so I had to move my heavy bed,
and push it round the room,
I might have moved it ten times,
’cause in the end I just lost track,
and I suppose that it was worth it,
though i’ve gone and hurt my back.
So here there is a lesson,
if you’re just a bit like me,
do not buy a brand new vacuum,
and test it in your room,
and do not look beneath your bed,
else you might meet a dusty doom.
I desperately rack my brain trying to come up with a plausible story, the guilt making me feel sick with the taste of these not yet spoken untruths. “I lost track of time”, “It took longer to finish the (insert word of choice: shopping, appointment) than I expected” and “I’m meeting a friend for coffee” have been worn out too many excuses ago. Suddenly I’m tired of all the deception, the lip service of commitment and the half-hearted attention I have been paying to this relationship for too long. I make a silent vow to change my ways: I will devote more time to you; I will ignore the lure of this new love; I will speak the truth. So I do: “I have been unfaithful to my cleaning duty, but I promise I will not “Art” today and I WILL do the damn housework”. (Yet, even as I think it, I taste the sourness of lies).
I saw a sign on one of the local churches driving through town this morning which really didn’t make much sense to me (and I read it 3 times to make sure what I was seeing actually computed in my brain) it said:
“Faith without evidence is just superstition”
I thought (religious) faith was more this definiton:
“strong belief in the doctrines of a religion, based on spiritual conviction rather than proof.”
This church usually displays a clever play on words/current happenings in their messages, so this one has been bugging me all day, is there some secret inverted* meaning that I missed?
*Writing this I just thought to read the message backwards: “Superstition just is evidence without Faith” – but that doesn’t even make sense because superstition usually doesn’t have any evidence!
“a widely held but irrational belief in supernatural influences, especially as leading to good or bad luck, or a practice based on such a belief.”
Oh well, just another small mystery of life I guess.
It all happened so fast
on a blind corner on the highway
I couldn’t swerve to miss you
you ran straight into the road
cars coming both ways
you turned back in front of me
the sound of the impact
lingers long after the fact
so loud, for such a small thing
I don’t know whose friend you were
a little grey whippet
worn leather collar but no tags
The comfort of strangers
as I cried on the edge of a busy road
for a little grey whippet.
Somewhere, someone will be wondering
when you don’t come home
I’m so sorry.
Just a bunch of photos from the last little while – hope you enjoy.
I’m thinking about recording a new language – I’ve got 2 words so far this week! (I didn’t say it was going to be a very verbose language, now did I?)
Of course, you may have already had some exposure to the first word in my new language, from this post earlier in the week, and I am glad to report that “irky” seems to have been well received. By the way, it is pronounced irk-ee? (and it absolutely must have the rising inflection emphasis of the question mark on the ee, otherwise it just sounds silly!)
So, pluffelled (ooh, there’s another word – now I have 3) up with the exuberance for new words, my brain threw this one up/out tonight:
For those folks who might be having trouble grasping the meaning of this fine new word – and let’s face it, who wouldn’t – I have bunged it into some context in the following sentence: “I sploddelled my wine on my desk when I lifted up the glass too fast”.
Yes, fine linguists everywhere, cringe at the monstrosity that is my brain trying to describe events of wine spillage!
Oh, and in case you might be wondering about my third word, pluffelled (pluff-elled), which I just birthed above – it means “puffed up like a proud peacock displaying it’s plumage”. Sounds exactly like that, don’t you think?
So, there you have it – 3 new words for my brand new language – now I only need to find a name for my language, any suggestions?