Tihmmnmmish's Cuddle-Friendly Fireside Threadcast

[hmmnmm]

I like Canadians. Always did. They get razzed a lot and seem take it with good humor. It was once a wonderful fantasy to imagine living in some middle-of-nowhere spot way way up there; do a hermit/monk tour for four or five years. Yeah, that'd be swell.

 

[wildsweetone]

Aw

Part of the original point came and I see your lovely expression here...

Discipline. That was it. It's easy to neglect to keep in mind that jaw-dropping guitar player likely spent hours and hours and hours of practice practice practice, work work work, study study study, on the guitar and all things pertaining to guitar.

The idea is attractive. But I ain't got that discipline. Ain't gonna happen.

Because every field or subject or whatever to call it, has many branches, and they all lead to other fields, so it's really hard to put those distant possibilities out of the mind and focus with stern discipline upon the originally chosen field.

So many disparate fields are equally attractive.

a tiny thought occured to me and i thought i'd toss it into the hat... maybe we need to give ourselves permission to let someone else excel at some things whilst we concentrate on excelling at others. i too had the guitar thing going on, had it going on for years and years. every now and again i hear another person playing something absolutely stunning and i think, yeah i can do that, i know i can. and then i start trying and realise that i need more hours in the day to learn how to do it to the level that i would like to achieve i.e. the same as that other person. aint gonna happen. maybe our reason for having that urge is to help us recognise the exact amount of skill and talent required to achieve that standard. it helps us to appreciate the other person more. maybe our gift, in this instance, is to acknowledge and show appreciation. *smile*

by the same token, there is absolutely no reason why we cannot still pick up our guitars and try. *smile* maybe we'll come up with our own niche in that art. at least we have interest.

procrastinators rule ermmmm tomorrow ..... maybe

can i borrow that please?

 

[EroticOrogeny]

For some reason an old saying came to mind:

If something is worth doing,
its worth doing half-assed.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

a tiny thought occured to me and i thought i'd toss it into the hat... maybe we need to give ourselves permission to let someone else excel at some things whilst we concentrate on excelling at others. i too had the guitar thing going on, had it going on for years and years. every now and again i hear another person playing something absolutely stunning and i think, yeah i can do that, i know i can. and then i start trying and realise that i need more hours in the day to learn how to do it to the level that i would like to achieve i.e. the same as that other person. aint gonna happen. maybe our reason for having that urge is to help us recognise the exact amount of skill and talent required to achieve that standard. it helps us to appreciate the other person more. maybe our gift, in this instance, is to acknowledge and show appreciation. *smile*

by the same token, there is absolutely no reason why we cannot still pick up our guitars and try. *smile* maybe we'll come up with our own niche in that art. at least we have interest.


can i borrow that please?

Feel free!!!!!

 

[champagne1982]

If you measure distance in hours,
You may live in Canada .

If you know several people
Who have hit a deer more than once,
You may live in Canada .

If you design your kid's Halloween costume
To fit over a snowsuit,
You may live in Canada.

Three that especially apply to me...

 

[hmmnmm]

a tiny thought occured to me and i thought i'd toss it into the hat... maybe we need to give ourselves permission to let someone else excel at some things whilst we concentrate on excelling at others. i too had the guitar thing going on, had it going on for years and years. every now and again i hear another person playing something absolutely stunning and i think, yeah i can do that, i know i can. and then i start trying and realise that i need more hours in the day to learn how to do it to the level that i would like to achieve i.e. the same as that other person. aint gonna happen. maybe our reason for having that urge is to help us recognise the exact amount of skill and talent required to achieve that standard. it helps us to appreciate the other person more. maybe our gift, in this instance, is to acknowledge and show appreciation. *smile*

by the same token, there is absolutely no reason why we cannot still pick up our guitars and try. *smile* maybe we'll come up with our own niche in that art. at least we have interest.


can i borrow that please?

Appreciation is a lifelong project itself.
Appreciation is often unappreciated.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

If you measure distance in hours,
You may live in Canada .

If you know several people
Who have hit a deer more than once,
You may live in Canada .

If you design your kid's Halloween costume
To fit over a snowsuit,
You may live in Canada.

Three that especially apply to me...

I was hoping that would tempt you in

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

Just poking my head in before I buckle down to start my NaNoWriMo project. I got a decent idea and I'm psyched about it. Anyone else doing NaNoWriMo? If so, add me to your buddy list on there. My name on there is writes4fun.

 

[hmmnmm]

Just poking my head in before I buckle down to start my NaNoWriMo project. I got a decent idea and I'm psyched about it. Anyone else doing NaNoWriMo? If so, add me to your buddy list on there. My name on there is writes4fun.

Hey there sweet bowl o'puddin... as you know I got talked into the nanner-nano thing last year. Didn't get very far. But I tried. I even tried to participate in someone's thread in the AH. But I got called down for it. Got called a troll or something unflattering, like I was intentionally trying to disrupt things, which was not the case, not my intent, ain't my style. Didn't appreciate that. I mean I sure ain't no saint but when people assume they know my motives when they don't even know me.... My motive was merely to be somewhat sociable.

But that was a long time ago. And I learned not to attempt to socialize there anymore. It's cool.

Anyway, even though I didn't get very far (around 4,000 wds) with my nano go I found it an interesting experience, because, I just kicked it off with a few words without a clue as to where they'd go, and determined to leave them however they appeared, but tried to take a little extra care before putting them down. Actually I've looked back on it a few times and for the way it was done, it ain't that bad... well it's a little bad, maybe a lot bad, but not that bad. And actually, the Zig-zag thing I've been working with might be just the perfect excuse to try the nanner-nano thing, because it's definitely open to endless, plotless, rambly-zig-zags.

Thanks for the reminder.

 

[hmmnmm]

Signed up (jzhmmnmm),
Buddied up with you.

total word count: 0

yeah this could be fun

thanks

 

[EroticOrogeny]

Just poking my head in before I buckle down to start my NaNoWriMo project. I got a decent idea and I'm psyched about it. Anyone else doing NaNoWriMo? If so, add me to your buddy list on there. My name on there is writes4fun.

Good to hear from you again and glad you're up to a challenge like that.
Fiction isn't my forte (some might question my poetic acumen as well) so I won't be participating, but good luck.

 

[wildsweetone]

good luck to you NaNoWriMo people i hope you achieve whatever goals you set for yourself.

i did it a few years ago. i used the month for my own goal of writing every single day. in the process i managed a fairly good word count for a novel based on true events that happened here in NZ. i had a ball writing. i hope you both do too. remember though... use it for your self - it can be difficult when others stamp their expectations on you.

maybe i should do a NaNoWriPoMo. hmm now there's a thought.

 

[hmmnmm]

good luck to you NaNoWriMo people i hope you achieve whatever goals you set for yourself.

i did it a few years ago. i used the month for my own goal of writing every single day. in the process i managed a fairly good word count for a novel based on true events that happened here in NZ. i had a ball writing. i hope you both do too. remember though... use it for your self - it can be difficult when others stamp their expectations on you.

maybe i should do a NaNoWriPoMo. hmm now there's a thought.

I think you certainly should. Why not?

Heck, I got 3 words so far.

We can be buddies.

 

[wildsweetone]

you've got three words more than me.

hmm that would be like doing a 30/30.

just checked out the nano site and they don't have a poetry option.oh the nanopomo sites say they blog for 30 days. hmm

maybe i could do a mixture... maybe i could use the observations on the run thread and see if i can write something/anything each day. poetry/blog/whatever/etc....

 

[hmmnmm]

you've got three words more than me.

hmm that would be like doing a 30/30.

just checked out the nano site and they don't have a poetry option.oh the nanopomo sites say they blog for 30 days. hmm

maybe i could do a mixture... maybe i could use the observations on the run thread and see if i can write something/anything each day. poetry/blog/whatever/etc....

Do it.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

My muse has deserted me on here let alone nannoing ....... hey is it legal to nannooo in November and do you need a license?
I'll be gone some time Pa it's nannooing season and those pesky little nannoos are hard to pin down this time of year

 

[hmmnmm]

My muse has deserted me on here let alone nannoing ....... hey is it legal to nannooo in November and do you need a license?
I'll be gone some time Pa it's nannooing season and those pesky little nannoos are hard to pin down this time of year

Well no my dear it isn't technically legal.
One of those antiquated laws nobody really enforces these days. And nobody bothers getting a license; heck I doubt there's too many licensing agents who know how to fill out the paperwork, much less know what the paperwork looks like, which drawer.

I do feel I am behooved to suggest that you are only perpetuating their reputation. Not your fault. Lots of folks do it, pass it down, down down and down, all the way down...

But really, saucer of sweet cream. They can't resist a saucer of sweet cream. That's when you can pet them, when they're licking the sweet cream, just little soft affectionate strokes on their heads. Then when they're licking their lips, you reach your finger riiiight there under their chin, and scratch, not hard, just light like, and you got a friend for life, warm putty in your hands.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Well no my dear it isn't technically legal.
One of those antiquated laws nobody really enforces these days. And nobody bothers getting a license; heck I doubt there's too many licensing agents who know how to fill out the paperwork, much less know what the paperwork looks like, which drawer.

I do feel I am behooved to suggest that you are only perpetuating their reputation. Not your fault. Lots of folks do it, pass it down, down down and down, all the way down...

But really, saucer of sweet cream. They can't resist a saucer of sweet cream. That's when you can pet them, when they're licking the sweet cream, just little soft affectionate strokes on their heads. Then when they're licking their lips, you reach your finger riiiight there under their chin, and scratch, not hard, just light like, and you got a friend for life, warm putty in your hands.

Are you sure these aren't related to the haggis? Do you know how to catch a haggis? No? Then I will tell you. Now a haggis has legs of uneven lengths the two on the right are longer than the two on the left (unless you get a left handed haggis which are very rare) this is because they live in the Scottish mountains and the different length legs makes running up the sides of hillsides that much easier. You must wait behind a rock then jump out and say "Boo"!! the haggis will then turn round to run away and of course his legs won't be the right way round for the slope and he wlil go bibbetty bobbetty ....... arse over tit to the bottom where he will lay stunned for several minutes giving the hunter plenty of time to gather him up.
*wonder if there's a poem in that?*

 

[wildsweetone]

Do it.

doingititseems


Annie, sounds like your cup needs filling up. maybe time to go and experience something or someplace that you've either not been for a long time, or never been...? just a thought

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

well, hmmnmmish.. you also have 3 more words than i do. LOL
BUT, I have today set aside just for Nano and one small school assignment I must do sometime today. For now, I am going back to bed. It's 3:30 am. I'd still be sleeping, but I was exhausted after my day at the hospital and I fell asleep really early.

You gonna work on Nano today? I figure I need to write at least 4,000 words today or I will feel hopelessly behind already. (which isn't actually a realistic thought since we have all month) I figure that while many people seem to set a daily goal of close to 2K words, my experience will be more like days of 0 words interspersed with Nano sprints.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

doingititseems


Annie, sounds like your cup needs filling up. maybe time to go and experience something or someplace that you've either not been for a long time, or never been...? just a thought

I go to Portugal on the 12th of this month with my husband and sister which will get me away from the Facebook farms that are definitely dulling my brain. I still have ideas of what I want to write but poetically no way. Like today Ron has gone to a meeting and won't be back till late as it is two or three counties away then they feed them after the meeting, normally I would take the opportunity of peace to write but I have a 30 question quiz to write before running it tonight. So I don't suppose much poetry wil be written today!

 

[hmmnmm]

Might have to scratch that 3. Built on it a little but I see the problem with just starting with a few out-of-the-blue words without much idea of where they're gonna go... is figuring out where they will go, which is at once a good-feeling head-scratcher, because it's an excuse to go wander around outside or sit at the kitchen table, but also a frustration because everything seems to keep gravitating to the same one or two themes (maybe theme isn't the correct term), which brings up the worry of whether it's become a rut or the exploration in-depth of a couple general ideas which offer endless possibilities, or if they're really just pretty gimmicks unfit for the long haul. I don't think they're gimmicks. There's just so many different approaches it's hard to pick one and be happy with it. Then I thought about shifting gears, like go back to the small poetic snapshots rooted in impressions of natural reality (maybe check out 007), but it's not so easy switching back to that frame of mind after being in the other.

Wow, that big ol' bright moon is looking straight down into this window.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old,


Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.


At the going down of the sun, and in the morning,


We will remember them.

 

[champagne1982]

I have many Veterans' Day (Remembrance Day) poems that I've written over the years.

Remembrance

I spent some time remembering
faces lined with weary fear
and fatigue highlighted in mud
thousands stood to face dark
blood and death a welcome sleep
and not grow old in peace
but live short days beneath
artillery flashes and smoke
laden clouds of weapons silenced
now in surrender and sorrow.
I didn't know those faces
although I saw them on parade in salute
to the fallen the gone but not forgotten.
I will remember, je me souviens.
_______________________
Last Orders
(About D-Day but no less a tribute to young men who fought on foreign shores, written in 2005).

Apparently, my Great-Great Uncle Joe
received his boat orders 60 years ago
or so,
Never to really grasp the great wrong
he helped to set right. It was a long
lark song
Heralding the morning he was to sail,
across the channel. Brave-faced laddies hale
and male
Not ever imagining what kind of hate,
on those Normandy beaches, lay in wait.
Too late
to realize that death wears an ugly face.
Desperate to live but fated to die in grace.
That place
would never be the same again once still
air finally sank to earth. And live? Some will,
until
they receive the word to cross over borders.
Remember they're just following orders.
_______________________

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I have many Veterans' Day (Remembrance Day) poems that I've written over the years.

Remembrance

I spent some time remembering
faces lined with weary fear
and fatigue highlighted in mud
thousands stood to face dark
blood and death a welcome sleep
and not grow old in peace
but live short days beneath
artillery flashes and smoke
laden clouds of weapons silenced
now in surrender and sorrow.
I didn't know those faces
although I saw them on parade in salute
to the fallen the gone but not forgotten.
I will remember, je me souviens.
_______________________
Last Orders
(About D-Day but no less a tribute to young men who fought on foreign shores, written in 2005).

Apparently, my Great-Great Uncle Joe
received his boat orders 60 years ago
or so,
Never to really grasp the great wrong
he helped to set right. It was a long
lark song
Heralding the morning he was to sail,
across the channel. Brave-faced laddies hale
and male
Not ever imagining what kind of hate,
on those Normandy beaches, lay in wait.
Too late
to realize that death wears an ugly face.
Desperate to live but fated to die in grace.
That place
would never be the same again once still
air finally sank to earth. And live? Some will,
until
they receive the word to cross over borders.
Remember they're just following orders.
_______________________

They are both very good and very poignant some of my form poems for survivor were on that subject. I have been wearing my poppy with pride and today we visited the war memorial in town to view the poppy wreaths. One of the young lads killed recently was from this town, he was a hero having carried a wounded comrade who lost a leg plus all his gear on his back to safety. For men (an women) like this I stood to attention this morning and bowed my head as the guns went off in salute.