Ok, when I did a search of right-handed (a noun, as
in right-handed person) in Google images, I did not
expect to end up with a picture of fungi. Mind you,
the book I grabbed was a dictionary so the word
‘right-handed’ wasn’t in English but in Slovak
The search however identified a Czech meaning of the
word which is apparently a very common fungi Boletus
reticulatus, mostly known as summer cep.
This was educational. I mean as educational Wikipedia
and Google can get.
I don’t even remember how we looked for information
it is your choice to go
but if you don't go
you can't leave your home
and if you leave your home
you will get fined.
are you still not going?
that is fine
you will just lose your job
'cause you can't leave your home.
you probably should go
but it's up to you
it is your choice.
Calling something voluntary and then issuing threats, sanctions and penalties when one doesn’t comply is not voluntary.
So much uncensored joy and love.
Never ashamed, never embarrassed, never ending.
I yearn to learn how to express it.
I now understand
I now comprehend
I can see the outcome
I can picture the emotion.
Yet, when I try to recreate it
all I have are puzzle pieces
I'm not able to fit together.
I don't even know where to start.
Duh, I know you start at the corners and edges.
But corners and edges is all I've got.
I woke up to another morning to water hammering
on the windowsill and wanted to cry. It seems that
five days of rain in a row is my limit.
I had to go to the office that day. And I couldn't
bear walking out of the doors. I craved sunshine.
My sister casually mentioned that our dog has a toy
sun...I wasn't the only one smiling in the office
I know it is absurd. However I also refuse to believe
that I am the only weirdo out there stealing their
dogs' toys and bringing them to work.
Pushing things in front of me,
‘I will deal with it later.’
Tomorrow is a better day to begin this or that…
I know I should do it now.
Yet, I postpone it anyway.
It is an informed and deliberate result of my
Do I have a reasonable reason for the delays to my
I just didn’t feel like it.
That’s all it is.
Motivation is low. To do anything. Stupid shutdown.
You are allowed to go to nature.
But walk your dog only up to 100 meters from your
Try to write a post about ‘conscious decisions’ and ‘procrastination’ without using the letter ‘C’.Well done me.
This word sounds like a mixture of a house name from
Harry Potter, posh French wine, a seriously wrong
fetish and even weirder adult film genre including
the aforementioned fetish.
It also sounds like a bad idea. Like making a conscious
decision about making a risky decision that you know
is a risky decision. I almost wrote a ‘bad’ decision
but bad can be subjective. At least in my case. I’m
being porpignalf about most things now.
I’m writing what comes to my mind … I don’t censor
myself and I don’t look back. It is a conscious act.
Yeah….’Flangiprop’ has already been done. It is even in the urban dictionary and to be honest, the ‘top definition‘ is actually rather good. So, I’m not messing with it.
Instead, I have flipped the word. Porpignalf.
As a bonus that has no relevance to anything, I had to look up how to spell ‘conscious’. It was super frustrating. I am getting stupid.
Napoleon was terrified of cats
cats have OCD - licking and
licking and licking the same spot
spots and pots and kettles
are all the same and all are black
black versus white and right
wrong turn on the road and you are lost
lost treasure, a mere
X on a map
a map to someone’s imagination and dreams
dreams and nightmares,
who knows what is real?
real feelings of heart - a strange place
turns into a new world
world that turns and we don’t even notice
spins and turns (again!) - i’ve been here...
here and there and
again and never, love hurts and tastes so good
good deed will
get punished and innocent will suffer for sinners.
sinners and saints
both walk the earth and the Earth spins
faster than ever.
‘Wake up, sir.’ - I almost said. My hand is close
to his shoulder, almost touching. Why? Why should
I wake him? No. This is my chance. I could sneak out,
take some of his money even, his coat and his hat,
his boots. No one would know. I would be long gone
before the maid comes in to clean the room.
I could make it all the way to Nevada. They don’t ask
no questions there. No more of ‘yes, sir’, ‘right
away, sir’, ‘of course, sir’. I could be a free man…
‘Wake up, sir. The coach is here.’
The first sentence is from ‘The Sandman: Preludes and Nocturnes’ by Neil Gaiman and I cheated….a bit. My first pick was ‘Neverwhere’ (also by Neil Gaiman) however I didn’t like that the first sentence included a name of a character.
Second choice was ‘The Book Thief ‘by Marcus Zusak but I felt that the first sentence was just too specific for this book.
My all time favourite book is actually ‘All Quiet on the Western Front’ by Erich Maria Remarque but I only read it in my native language. My ultimate goal is to read it in German….and by reading, I really mean by listening to it as I have pretty much moved to the audio books.
Anyway, Neil Gaiman is my favourite author and The Sandman is simply epic…plus it just was released as an audio book with James McAvoy, so I thought this would be justifiable.
Also, I know I am one day late again. No excuses this time. I was hella procrastinating.