I was OK until I saw the toilet roll hat on TV and nearly spilled the soup I was having. Who would have even thought of such an absurd idea?!
Chindougu 珍道具ちんどうぐ is made up of two words. Chin 珍ちん means “curious” or “strange.” Dougu 道具どうぐ means “tool” or “device.”
Dr. Kenji Kawakami is the father of such “unuseless” inventions. “He believed it was a new art form and everyone should be allowed to participate.”
One of his inventions I was amused with was the bodysuit mop for babies who are learning to crawl. That is exactly what my mother always said whenever she sees one of my cousins’ babies crawling that they (the babies) should use their time more efficiently. She would have been pleased if the suit was available when we were babies. Too bad for her.
Last night I met at least 3 other women my age who are successful, intelligent, pretty and independent. Another “attribute” we share, we are all singles. No boyfriends, no husbands, no children. We had interesting conversation and ideas. We are not odd. Nothing is wrong with us. WOO! We can blame the men we met in our lives or the (lack) of the chance-meeting. Yes, we know (who) we want but most of all, we can do what we like. We don’t need the society incl. our friends and family to determine what is right/good for us or how our lives should turn out. We don’t need that kind of life “others have” if that doesn’t make us happy(ier).
Instead I aspire to be Dr. Kawakami:
“Things that should belong to everyone are patented and turned into private property…the world of patents is dirty, full of greed and competition.” In addition, he waives the speaker fees any time he gives a talk and donates any money he makes from books and articles to his favorite causes.
There is a cause, a purpose to be discovered in our lives and it doesn’t have to be Susie’s!
When you live in a place where everything works, where (law and) order are highly respected, do you carry yourself in an auto-pilot mode or would you still look around before you cross the road?
A few years ago while I was on my bicycle to work, the lights had turned green which is a signal for me to proceed to cross the street, right? I was on a designated bicycle lane too. As I pedaled off, something made me turn and look behind. A driver wasn’t paying attention and had turned right. Luckily I was able to brake in time to avoid a collision. I re-told this incident to my friends and a radical one said it’s my fault, I should look. How many people look behind when it is green for them to cross? I couldn’t get it out of my head that she put the fault on me. At the same time I never fail to look whenever I am going to pass a garage-exit, a small road, a green light i.e. even though I have the right of way so to speak.
This morning, something similar happened again.
I was on the bicycle path. A dumptruck made me look like this picture:
The truck was coming out of a construction site. The driver had looked to his right. Luckily I stopped (on his left) to see if he was going to look at me. Technically if I have the right of way, I didn’t have to do this but hey, I was the David, right?!
He didn’t look to his left (at me) and I remember feeling disappointed. Why did I feel disappointed? I don’t know. I just stood there and rang the bell. He realised too late because when I did, he was already moving off. I could have been crushed like a cockroach if I hadn’t taken care to stop for him to notice me.
Such is life huh?! You can never get enough attention.
Do you know that the origin of “screw you!” was used in the prison where the prisoners are shackled or chained and to un-chain, you need the screw so in a way screw = stuck?! Admittedly I only looked this word up because of this TED video by Mel Robbins. I believe Prudes won’t even check out the video because of the title. I love it!
I have also fallen in love with Mel Robbins. Her talk specifically. If you want to start living, you have to stop staying stuck in the situation you do not want to be in. Simple but not easy.
While chasing after rabbits, don’t forget yourself.
It was all over the news last night and this morning. Someone picking mushrooms in the forest came across a bone that could be that of the 9 year girl Peggy K who went missing 15 years ago.
I don’t have a child(ren) of my own. I won’t ever know how it’d feel when your child failed to come home. Years ago, as a child myself, a couple of boys went missing. Never found. Rumours had it that those boys were used as “beam supports” for the highways our government was building. Superstition. Black magic. Still couldn’t comprehend why anyone would do this to a child(ren), why a child(ren) didn’t come home. Over the years, police came up with sketches to show, if the boys are still alive, how they could look like.
When I was a child myself, I had thoughts of running away and never come home. My mother always said she picked me up from the garbage and she used to hit me (not abuse but I got hit for not doing well at school or just because I didn’t help her do household chores or something). I also watched a lot of TVs where e.g. a grown up woman only found out that her own mother gave her away when she was born and the family she grew up with was never her real parents etc. When my mother constantly saying such things like I’m not her child and being strict with me, I wanted to go and find my “real parents”. I told my neighbour children whom I play with. I can’t remember how often I said that but it must be often enough that my neighbours told her mother and her mother told my mother. Well, the good thing was, my mother stopped saying those things to me.
There was another time when I wanted to go away. My grades were OK but I struggled with Science. The modern day parent would have sat me down and go through the books with me but all my mother did was said that she will not sign my test papers the next time I get a bad grade. As a 10 year old child, I didn’t know what to do. I could only study that much on my own. Our school teachers weren’t the nurturing sort. You just go to school, keep your eyes and ears open, scribble as fast as you can while they talk and regurgitate what the teachers said back at tests. Children these days do not know what my generation had endured.
Anyway, my grades didn’t improve at the next test. All I could think of is my mother is going to bash me up and I didn’t want to go home. Imagine if I hadn’t, would I still be around today?
Fast forward back to now, when I heard the news today, my mind was filled with all sorts of questions. Who did it? Why? But I also have a question for her mother: How does she feel now that she “found” her daughter? Over the years, it must have been a torture not knowing if your child is still dead, or she could still be alive. The hope. The expectation. Now if the bone belongs to Peggy, will there be closure?
The TV interviewed a photographer who compile a series of (Syrian) children sleeping on the street, on the ground, wherever they can lay their head on from their journey out of danger and war.
A girl “coped” with these memories by drawings of what she saw along the way; that when she was on a boat crossing to Italy, a woman gave birth onboard. A still birth. 2 men just threw the baby aboard. And the girl said she has never seen anything like this. She was only 6 or 9, I can’t remember.
Many of us have never experienced such a thing in our life.
Why are there so much hate in this world?
Why do people/groups think they have to kill, whether in the name of religion or not. Even Muslims killing Muslims, even during ramadan. Why? Why are there so much anger? Can love be instilled and reverse all these?
‘God told me if I painted it enough, I could have it’
I have to say, I don’t know who Georgia O’Keefe is until I read this article from Telegraph UK. Sound a bit like me. The recluse part. “I do not wish to try to live among many people – they tire me more than anything,” but it can also be falsely conjured as a misanthrope. I do like people and their company. It just have to be the right one. With people who share the same views, a conversationalist, non-judgemental, interesting debates, not selfish and absorbed in his/her self, non-competitive (i.e. always wanting to be better than another person). Is this a tall order? How many people are made similar? Although I do not wish to be like “everyone else”, I do not want to be sticking out too. Outstanding isn’t equal to standing out.