Consider life an occasion.
A celebration.
An expression of who we are and our efforts towards becoming someone we can admire.
And make the most of it.
Life.
Plants in the Bujuku Valley, Rwenzori Mountains National Park, in the Ruwenzori Mountains at about 3,700 metres (12,100 ft) altitude, SW Uganda.
Center rear - a high Erica tree hung with lichen;
left side - short "trees" with bright green leaves are Dendrosenecio adnivalis;
and also Lobelia in front of straw flowers.
Manuel Werner
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Commentary
Wednesday, June 19, 2019
There is currently no consensus regarding the definition of life.
One popular definition is that organisms are open systems that maintain homeostasis, are composed of cells, have a life cycle, undergo metabolism, can grow, adapt to their environment, respond to stimuli, reproduce and evolve.
Consider life an occasion.
A celebration.
An expression of who we are and our efforts towards becoming someone we can admire.
And make the most of it.
Drink the champagne.
Plan out every fifteen-minute segment of our day, our days, our months.
Eat the caviar.
Introspect that we are being our best person.
Crunch down on the Shrimp toasts.
Review that our actions are consonant with that person we admire so and struggle to be.
Drink the Sancerre.
Get a bit heady with our successes as a human being.
Have some fatty tuna sashimi.
Eat and drink well into the wee hours of the morning.
Excel at our work and be compassionate in our relationships.
Because we can be certain of this.
No matter how late they run, all occasions come to an end.
So partying well, living well, when it comes to an end we will be spent; ready to go home.
While there is currently no consensus regarding its definition, I proffer this:
Consider life an occasion.
Springtime in Boston.
Rain and sun all week but always mild temperatures.
The hours are ticking away and if we don’t make the most of our time another day will soon click past.
Unnoticed.
Unappreciated.
Tick Tock.
In clock language:
Enjoy today.
Enjoy the week.
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Postings Count, Weather Brief, and Dinner
Wednesday, June 19, 2019
Our 439th consecutive posting, committed to 5,000.
After 439 posts we’re at the 8.78 percentile of our commitment, the commitment a different way of marking the passage of time.
Time is 4.01am.
On Wednesday, Boston will be at 68* with a feels-like of 70* with showers.
under a mix of clouds and sun
Dinner Tuesday will be leftover Roast Chicken revitalized with artichokes and shallots.
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Tuesday, June 18, 2019
This from Howard D, re post “When death comes we’ll take it in stride if we chose the right path.”
Howard:
I suppose we’re all entitled to our beliefs, and seeing as how no one has provably (by scientific means) returned from the condition after the fact to describe the experience, there’s no disputing this one.
But, if nothing else, this is one gem of a sentence (and a testament to your particular strength of will and brand of egotism), and if I were a professor helping students learn to write effectively, this would be a prime candidate to be workshopped.
Me?
Well, laddie, I believe when death comes you’ll take it any way it has elected to impose itself on you. To say, you’ll take it “in stride” suggests that after a few moments you’ll need to recover from the impact, you’ll announce that you are paying the next round for everyone in the joint.
Good luck with that.
Web Meister Responds: Led me to commentary posted at top: the certainty of death makes life an occasion.
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Chuckle of the Day:
Wednesday, June 19, 2019
An old sailor was out walking on the dock one day when he met a former ship mate of his.
They had not seen each other for many years so they had much to talk about and many old memories to renew.
After some time, one said to the other, "If you don’t mind my saying so, you don’t look very good, you must have experienced some bad luck."
"Yes," the other one said, "I have. You see this peg leg? Well, one day I was out on deck and my leg become dangled up in a loose line and it was so badly mangled that they had to take it off at the knee."
His friend agreed that was bad luck.
The other one continued. "You see I have a hook for a hand. One day I was out on deck when a shipmate of mine fell overboard. I leaned over as far as I could in a attempt to rescue him and as I extended my hand to him a shark took my hand off."
"My, you really did experience bad luck, the other responded, I see you have a patch over one eye. What happened to that?"
"Well, I was out on deck again one day and just as I looked up, a seagull that was flying over , unloaded, and got me right in the eye."
“And that take your eye out?"
"No, that was the first day I had my hook."
Ink drawing depicting The Hook legend.
Flickr user littlericher73 – Flickr
Illustration in ink of The Hook urban legend.
Caricature of Rasputin and the Imperial couple (1916)
Anonimous. The original uploader was DonaldDuck at Russian Wikipedia. - http://www.crimea.kp.ru/daily/26624/3642443/
Антимонархическая листовка. Распутин, Николай II и Александра Фёдоровна
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Today’s Topic
These usually reworked from Wikipedia
Wednesday, June 19, 2019
Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin 22 January [O.S. 9 January] 1869 – 30 December [O.S. 17 December] 1916) was a Russian mystic and self-proclaimed holy man who befriended the family of Tsar Nicholas II, the last monarch of Russia, and gained considerable influence in late imperial Russia.
Born to a peasant family in the Siberian village of Pokrovskoye, Tyumen Oblast, Rasputin had a religious conversion experience after taking a pilgrimage to a monastery in 1897.
He has been described as a monk or as a "strannik" (wanderer, or pilgrim), though he held no official position in the Russian Orthodox Church.
After traveling to St. Petersburg, either in 1903 or the winter of 1904–05, Rasputin captivated some church and social leaders.
He became a society figure, and met the Tsar in November 1905.
In late 1906, Rasputin began acting as a healer for Alexei, the Tsar and his wife Alexandra's only son, who suffered from hemophilia.
At court, he was a divisive figure, seen by some Russians as a mystic, visionary, and prophet, and by others as a religious charlatan.
The high point of Rasputin's power was in 1915, when Nicholas II left St Petersburg to oversee Russian armies fighting World War I, increasing both Alexandra and Rasputin's influence.
As Russian defeats in the war mounted, however, both Rasputin and Alexandra became increasingly unpopular.
In the early morning of 30 December [O.S. 17 December] 1916, Rasputin was assassinated by a group of conservative noblemen who opposed his influence over Alexandra and the Tsar.
Grigori Rasputin
Historians often suggest that Rasputin's terrible reputation helped discredit the tsarist government, and thus helped precipitate the overthrow of the Romanov dynasty, which happened a few weeks after he was assassinated.
Very little about Rasputin's life and influence is certain, however, as accounts have often been based on hearsay, rumor, and legend.
I love parties.
I love taking mementos.
Why I love big pocketbooks.
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Good Morning on this Wednesday, the nineteenth day of June, 2019
Our comment encourages us to treat life like an occasion.
We posted the Boston weather report, the ticking calendar, and the growing number of posts as a time marker.
And when we posted the chuckle we also posted a cartoon of the Urban Legend, The Hook.
And an email from Howard D offering thoughts on death.
Finally, a thumbnail on Rasputin.
And now? Gotta go.
Che vuoi? Le pocketbook?
See you soon.
Love