Be That You Would Rather Risk Temporary Shelf Life

WordPressBen Huberman, who contributes essays to the WordPress photo challenges, wrote that bloggers interested yet should focus on the idea of Temporary, how it is things can be seen in the image that will no longer be there, as with autumn leaves in October.

 

What does it take to start a blog?  Three years ago I thought to learn a little more about writing a poem from Ben and others.

 

The free verse you might write could go in a blog, on the Internet.  I never changed my mind https://findingenvirons1.wordpress.com/2015/02/25/drawer

 

Letting it out of the bag was a busy time.  I looked back at a photo I took Wednesday, October 15, 2014, when I was purer as a blogger, meaning not seen as many (there are a lot of good ones).

 

It’s the trees shielding the cemetery and you can see the lane running behind Louth United Church.  Ben seems to be an understated champion of photography and also of blogging, with WordPress.

 

It is always nice to see what he has written when there is a photo challenge to join, on a Wednesday of the week.  There is a week to do it but people get started right away, I’m sure.  I would argue, if necessary, that the video capture look of the sky overhead reflects the idea of temporary all the more because everything that was in the sky has passed on, not content to be captured.

 

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Wednesday, October 15, 2014 1:40 PM

We care for Maple Lawn Cemetery once a week and we’re active on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/LouthUnited  Yesterday Twitter began to include tweets with a character length of two hundred and eighty rather than plain a hundred and forty.  I don’t know what that says about the future… or the past, either.

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Being Artificial on Social Media

Forging a representation of yourself for the Internet is rampantly common and has been for a long time.  On social media, you craft Internet content that reflects who you are as an individual.  When you post to Facebook, or to Twitter, or to YouTube, or to any other platform, you have an opportunity to render artificial something that is real in your life.

 

This is kind of an evaluation of your everyday life experience, and in the process of translating it for the Internet, it is like aiming a throw against the palisade of the other.

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Photographer: Igor Ovsyannykov

When thinking of creative methods by which you translate your life onto social media, you have an ability and a freedom to craft content that is representative of you, while being artificial in format.  Your life is real, as real as you experience it, and with social, you are tapping into a real-world experience for the purpose of consumption by the other.

 

There is nothing completely real about posting on social, yet it is viewed as an offshoot of real life because you are inherently human.  Therefore the urge to render your life on social has the weight that you’re growing content out of the experience you have offline.  It wouldn’t be artificial if it were really happening.

 

What’s more, however, the urge to render your life on social media means that you grow your content out of experiences you have in real life.  You are translating your experience offline into content that the other can digest and reflect upon, to view how you are instead of he or she, between human beings.  There is no algorithm that can match this ability.

 

Social media forms content grown from life, but rendered artificial inasmuch as it is only one representation of what has happened to you in your life, the impetus of real life.  Feel free to “like” this post or to comment, and/or to “follow” the blog if you found this post thoughtful.  I hope for you that your own social goes well for you and that the best moments in your life are conferred as though they were vitally important, which they are.

 

You are an individual and you have an opportunity to celebrate the best of what happens to you.

Thinking I Have Been Misguided

Late in June this year, I had the good fortune to read an interesting 2007 Live from the NYPL interview with filmmaker Werner Herzog

https://brickmag.com/was-the-twentieth-century-a-mistake/

The films the chronographer points to include Nosferatu the Vampyre, Aguirre the Wrath of God, and Fitzcarraldo, three films which I viewed quietly when I was in college when such things were far less frequently available.  One of my college essays included observations about Herzog, and, perplexingly enough, my teacher mentioned to me the last we spoke that the young gentleman was planning to write a book about Herzog, to establish himself as a writer (and as a “serious” academic).  The interview in the literary journal here recounts Herzog’s observation on adventure:  “I cannot stand the term adventure nowadays–I lower my head and charge–it has degenerated into such an obscenity that you can go to the travel agency and book an adventure trip to New Guinea, to the headhunters, to the cannibals.”

I was reminded of my June 24 post- https://findingenvirons1.wordpress.com/2017/06/24/what-might-have-been-adventure-can-show-the-rust/ which was titled with the unfortunate word Adventure.  I have thought how I can correct the mistaken impression, but to the post’s credit, it did receive the favor of a blogger with a much larger profile than I have got myself.  beautybeyondbones you should read, and you can find what she was characteristically saying on her own blog this summer (it is hard hitting):  

https://beautybeyondbones.com/2017/06/22/the-exploitation-by-to-the-bone/

Compared to me, she’s very good.

Yesterday my nephew to move to his new college town, and while we’re not close I am interested to see how he will do (he anticipates he will become a teacher).  He has his own dorm room now and his studies will shortly begin, once he has acclimatized to being in his new life situation.

Bryce House
Jean-Royce Hall

I think how hard it is to be by and large confined to the area which is local.  Personally, I am not easily discouraged, but I think compared to beautybeyondbones, who has gone through tremendous suffering and come back strong, it is a daunting outcome to contemplate being powerful enough to effect insight.  I sometimes tweet links to articles that argue for the relative merits of blogging, and I feel the odd person who could click through what trending posts I share on Twitter may occasionally see something that works for him (or her).  

You can find me on Twitter:  https://twitter.com/findingenvirons

There is a plenitude of blogging advice available on the Internet, but the best advice I know of is this tidbit.  You should not tell people what to post.

Any passion, any ingredient for inventiveness or what is usually referred to as authenticity, should not be filtered out of an individual’s content for the sake of conveying expertise.  It is not a good idea.

I shall include another photo, which I think implies transience, simply which inspired the blog post which beautybeyondbones saw, impressing me greatly.  If you are of a mind that this is favorable to you, feel free to “like,” “comment,” and/or “follow.”  I seldom know what this will turn up, but I was moved by the Werner Herzog interview.

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Photography Challenge Finding an Understated Structure

Struggling with the unseemly requires an extra serving of common sense.  Putting the Grammarly app up on your desktop browser with the intention of evaluating your own writing is an example.  It speaks to critical issues.

 

The folk at Grammarly would have you think you can proudly check your writing on your phone and get it revised at the last minute so it fits the mold, it becomes right where it was flawed, effectively it makes sense.  Do you typically compose your writing on your phone?  No, you do it elsewhere, and I won’t spend a moment telling you where.

 

This week’s photography challenge is a charming essay about structure, published the thirtieth of August.  The structure essay instructs to observe and then to photograph so that we are shown what was mostly invisible, yet necessary.  The thing to observe is made evident by the photo that captures it, which I know makes the photo somewhat of a bombastic wisp, because what for the most part wasn’t there is now at once what we are seeing.

 

There will be many photographic blog posts that explore how unseen structure can be interesting, even captivating.  I hope I get to take a look at a few of them or more because sometimes they are charming, that is seeing the photos and understanding a little about why the photographer made the decision to add the photo to his or her blog.  Photographers challenged by the essay are a community, and I remember from when I made the change on my blog to go to the safety of the daily prompts and the weekly photo essay challenges how my experience of publishing my blog posts came of age and hesitantly began to seek welcome, as similar processes in the minds of bloggers fascinated by bloggers do entangle.

 Sunday, September 3, 2017

WordPress blogger beautybeyondbones officially took her first major publication live a day before the structure essay appeared, the thirty-first of August.  Bloom:  A Journal by BeautyBeyondBones draws sensitive females into a true story about a real battle with an eating disorder.  The Bloom book launch is discussed with WordPress here:  https://beautybeyondbones.com/get-my-book

 

I know beautybeyondbones because she had the kindness in her heart to favorably interpret a few of my up-to-date blog entries, which if you are of a similar mind you can visit with the help of this list:

 

https://findingenvirons1.wordpress.com/2017/08/10/like-sunshine-the-future-is-welcome/

 

https://findingenvirons1.wordpress.com/2017/08/14/autumn-leaves-favourite-memories-and-water-balloons-2/

 

https://findingenvirons1.wordpress.com/2017/06/24/what-might-have-been-adventure-can-show-the-rust/

 

I wish beautybeyondbones good luck with the success of her book.  Take another look here:  https://beautybeyondbones.com/2017/08/31/my-book-launch

 

Personally, I have a hundred or so blog posts, and I want to update a few of the ones that are half-decent, to trash a few of the worst, and to write many altogether new posts, being optimistic that there will be more good daily prompts and photo challenges which can be explored and interpreted in a variety of ways.

 Sunday, September 3, 2017

Even without being a big success, you can kind of make friends by blogging and there is something in it that keeps you feeling young, as when in my case I didn’t think I would ever have a blog on the Internet, because for a long time I didn’t know what a blog was!  If you find pleasure in writing for the purpose of self-publishing, and you aren’t too bashful to permit yourself to blog, it could be the hobby that gives you more purpose in addition to everything else you do.

 

You’re welcome to “like” this post, or to venture a comment and/or to “follow” my blog.  Thank you for reading.

Boundaries Challenge

How is it that we can direct ourselves to have boundaries?  How is that we can present and yet remain independent?

A golfer is bound by rules that determine how he drives the ball.  If a golf ball falls outside of play, a penalty is incurred.  I would attest there are boundaries in the real world which stop you in your tracks.

July 19, 2017

Boundaries contain, and keep you in the entirety of the whole amid which you are active.  Boundaries, I think today, are generally inflexible enough that your position remains in one spot, from which you are not to tread much further.  There is an art to subtly crossing them, and if you do persist in your advancement, you must continually drive back the idea that you are right about it, and that there has been no transgression.

Every individual is surely subject to boundaries.  We strive to maintain the largest boundaries which feel are ours, and we exercise caution when straying into new or otherwise unknown boundaries.  Each step we take is contained by boundaries, some of which exist solely in the mind of the one in motion, some of which are tangible outside that which the individual perceives.  It must be hoped it is evident you are undertaking the challenge of crossing them.

It is a grid, I think, that keeps us feeling “safe.”  Often, we are a part of a structure that is tacitly organized.  There are enough of us interested in remaining in place that we are evading the more turbulent sorts of disorder.

We count on others to remain regulated and to be interested in being regulated.  The grid is laden on us so that we have fewer problems by which we manage ourselves.  These grid phenomena are common to us.

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We feel we thrive if we see life in similar terms to what I am discussing as an advantage.  We enjoy ourselves best if we are cooperative with one another to keep us in check.  We know that if we tire of our environment, we are permitted to move on.

However, the most we readily accomplish is that we trade our circumstances, which keep us staying put, for similar though fresher digs.  Wherever are, we most often choose to remain inside the unit amid which we are already prospering, because we respect the place we’ve reached.  We enjoy what we have because there are so many chances to improve it.

It is here that we grow.  Boundaries can be creative.  Often, boundaries attain cohesion because so many people evince similar behavior.

More often than not, common characteristics among people mean we participate in similar activities at the same time and in the same way.  We check our boundaries, and we exercise them.

If you appreciate these ideas, you are welcome to click “Like” on this post and/or click “Follow.”  Comments are welcome as well.  Thank you for looking at my blog!  Good luck to you.

Pity for Loss and Unfulfilled Expectations

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A search result for the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley gave me this quote.  

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

Today’s WordPress Daily Prompt is the word Recite and it is a daunting cue but not impossible. The prompt invites bloggers to reason and interpret the idea of a recital.  Each WordPress Daily Prompt is a word planned to help bloggers who are experiencing block to think of something to write for his or her blog and to publish it accordingly.  This is naturally risky in that the blogger can seem foolish, but the appearance of stupidity must be risked if you want an audience with your blog.  For today’s blog, I just want to run over for you that it would be common to recite a poem, of course, and if I had to mention a poet from a past era I would consider Shelley.

 

How is it that pleasure in sorrow can be sweet?  How can sorrow provide any pleasure, if it is a condition of suffering?  I think of these two questions when I contemplate what Shelley is attributed to have said.

 

Sorrow occurs when there is an overwhelming loss in the life of an individual.  This can devastate you.  It can unravel you from within as though you were a wool effigy mounted on the hearth or in the vestibule.  It is not a state of pleasure, almost definitely, and yet Shelley possibly felt that it was or it could be and I take it the poet experienced that kind of pleasure as being of the highest order.

 

How is it that we can be anything else than embittered by the peril of sorrow and suffering?  How is it possible that we can encounter pleasure of all things while amid the turmoil of the condition of sorrow?  What is there to be had from entering into a state of sorrow with the expectation that the desired outcome should be a pleasure?  Why did a search for Shelley return that quote?

 

Grade 12 History class taught me that the themes of the day’s poetry reflect the current in the people, that how poetry is composed and enjoyed mirrors the times.  The search says Shelley was an Englishman who died in 1822 when I think agriculture was a key institution in the lives of many people alive in the early nineteenth century.  Shelley, I infer therefore was an intellectual, but by explaining the coexistence of suffering and pleasure was he reflecting on change in favor of the organization and leadership of farmland?  I have no idea.  Is it by emerging from Renaissance times into widespread labor and cohesiveness between rivals into a state of good and productivity we would have pleasure in the face of the requirement to, frankly, work?  My history is poor.  It was never my strong suit, but I got by.

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Don’t tell me what I’ll find if there are depths of sorrow ahead.  It’s a depressing thought, and I don’t blame you if you aren’t ready to “like” this.  You’re free to, however, to “like” this post if you see fit, and even to comment and/or to “follow.”  I hope you’re all right, and I know that unhappiness is challenging if you are feeling low.  Unexpected avenues of pleasure become evident sometimes, and while I urge you to steer clear of sorrow, you are welcome to every drop of pleasure you can extract.  Good luck.

Autumn Leaves, Favourite Memories, and Water Balloons

I have a nephew who this fall is beginning his university education at Queen’s University in Kingston, Ontario, Canada.  I took classes at Queen’s University in 1996 and 1997.  We were reflecting this afternoon on Mack’s decision to move to Kingston for the university, me along with my parents, and with my brother’s wife, my nephew’s mother.

 

These days I have an occasional interest in photography and I take photos at the cemetery where I help tend the grounds.  You can find the website for our cemetery here.  It can be a quiet spectacle.  If I stand in the right spot, I can see the lay of the land, the stones jutting out of the ground beneath the colorful treetops.  When the Fall is here, though, we won’t have much time, because as the temperature drops we spend less and less time taking care of the outdoors, and we move inside the church on the property.

 

Louth United Church (disbanded 2006)
October 9, 2013

When I was a Queen’s University Freshman in the Fall of 1996, the students were told to represent their divisions, whether it was Arts & Science, where I was allotted, or Commerce, or Fine Arts, and so on.  One September day during Frosh Week the students were given balloons.  The balloons got to be filled with water, and soon we were in a game of water balloons, instructed to take on our rivals with a sneak attack, and threw water balloon after water balloon onto the other team.

 

While it wasn’t businesslike, it didn’t strike me as strange after the days of parading and getting to know the campus of the school.  What was a bit nonsensical, and I know I’m honestly a bit nonsensical myself, is that after the water balloon launch, my team were sat down in a lecture hall and admonished for doing such a lowly thing!  A girl, more experienced, took the podium and told us how far we’d sunk for interfering with the flow of the Frosh Week.  Novice though I was, I was astonished at the lesson we were being given.

 

My pride was injured.  I felt the sting of rebuke as I sat and heard the bad of what we had done.  As we took off after the lecture, most of us probably indifferent to the foolishness that had come down on us, I personally was a little more stiff with anger, and also on a path to greater rebelliousness.  It didn’t seem like irony to me that we had played this prank, and been caught.  It had been part of the fun, and it was wrongful.

 

I don’t reflect on this much, although I think now it was a lesson in doing the right thing and in showing respect.  Perhaps it wasn’t; I should have asked if the girl who handed down to us the words of shame was taking advantage of an opportunity, and what was behind her stern talk.  Nowadays, I snap photos and write and blog and participate in social media.  I’ve mostly forgotten about what happened with me and the other Arts & Science Frosh and the water balloons.

 

Maple Lawn Cemetery
October 9, 2013

The leaves at the cemetery change color, of course, and it is a passing joy to capture the image.  Even without a photographic record, it is a calming presence at the cemetery as the green disappears.  The days cool off slowly, and we take our time keeping the grounds in order.  Fall is a lovely season and a favorite time of year for me.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.