Looking out the window as the sky shrugs off light
I think about March and the turmoil it brings
Such a rocky month
Especially this last week
Nothing but rain and severe weather threats
During unseasonably warm
But March swears no allegiance to any season
Leaving nothing unseasonable about its change
Going out like a lion came in like a lamb
Runs through my mind
How does that saying go?
But I heard it both ways in my youth
So if doesn’t do one it’ll do the other
It certainly didn’t come in like a lion
But it’s going out like one as far as I can see
What does that mean
The best place to look
The Farmers Almanac
The only dependable book and weatherman we have
Has been over time
For years and years
That prediction just a saying it clears once and for all
About lions and lambs
We all hope for the best is the best we can do
March doesn’t rest is all that we know
Read further down to see
What could be the most accurate forecast?
I’m not surprised at what I read
Northeast, New England’s increasing clouds
Becoming unsettled is to say the least
They’ve had mounds of snow
I know, it’s where some of my family resides
Midwest where I am more stormy weather
Another tornado watch
On a quiet night a surprise
But more rain all the same
And those winds kicking up, had whistled around all day
The sun peeks through now and again
Not interfering with winter’s duel with spring
Saying goodbye isn’t easy
More often tears it does bring
From what I’ve seen that’s a perfectly broken heart
Don’t mess with Mother Nature
The origin of Alpha
The Sun remains patiently for the clouds to move on
April may bring showers or wait until May
I’ve seen that before too
I turn toward the door
More light coming through on this gray day
All perfect gray hues except there’re greens
New greens pale not yet bold
Broken cookies left on the railing haven’t yet washed away
Is that why the birds haven’t eaten them?
Food for thought
Anyway, March the Lion has a few more days
The aftermath of action and experience, historically, influences decision-making. We (the mind) recall what happened and consider the circumstance under which what happened took place. Business likes to call it synergy – the combination of physical functions of the body that makes a personal environment within ourselves, commonly known as us that are more than capable of reevaluating the happening. Some people won’t accept this synergetic evaluation. They are what can be called hotheaded. They know the details but justify the emotional response that makes precedent in the brain. From this I could set precedent for other non-connected decisions. The brain doesn’t consider the way to act, the environment we create for ourselves does. The brain does the math and we take it from there.
We can certainly create an artificial environment for ourselves thanks to anxiety or even exhilaration from happiness, simply in the over exaggeration of the emotion. The mind again does the math and we take it away as in being at the starting gate and we’re off. These people are referred to as paranoid – victims of anxiety – and ditz-brained over-reactionary due to exhilaration. Neither make a very good business professional along with the hotheaded one.
When faced with circumstances, it’s best to internalize them, meaning allowing our synergetic selves to know all possible outcomes depending on response and select the best response/outcome not keep it bottled up inside, let the pressure build and not even notice how far a radius when we explode. We must look closely at the math. If we don’t allow for this process, we create unnecessary complicated equations that show what we lack. Of course, this still doesn’t tell us why so many people react and don’t evolve from their reaction. Our decision-making can be influenced by an emotional response exclusive of ourselves. You know how it works: “my sister had a hard time with that so I don’t think it’s good.”
An orgy, the functional state of multiple realizability, is preferred over masturbation, the act of self-inflation.
In Philosophy: Orgy – functional Platonic state of multiple realizability; masturbation – an act of self-inflation.
In Philosophy, an Orgy is a functional Platonic state of multiple-realizability and we all know that boys will be boys.
See what I mean?
Can I have both within logical parameters?
A new year with resolution and purpose, I think it still is. Haven’t lost determination and what I’d like to accomplish. That being said,
Did you know way back when I was an undergraduate I’d embarked on writing a dictionary beginning with O probably because for some strange reason I was thinking of an old porn movie or that wasn’t it at all. It would never have, actually will never get published not because I need a publisher but with those few words I began with I realized as I keep/kept (this is why I’ve always preferred the Perfect Tense in Latin – it is past but represents an action that’s still alive unlike simple past that cuts everything off as a door nailed shut) defining things I’ll never get finished. There’s always something to define, always the next thought. Then it’s not in alphabetical order. So after defining things to infinity which means I’ll be defining in the next life when this one’s through and, when it’s put in alphabetical order it won’t follow my thought and purpose for why I’m defining these things and I’ll be creating chaos with unconnected words with no purpose for meaning the greater good having been lost.
Let me show you.
A Dictionary Beginning With O
Orgy – functionalistic state of multiple realizabilities
Functionalistic – having a purpose physical/mental, mind/mental, physical/mind, mental/mind, physical/physical, mental/mental, mind/mind, unless serving a purpose: ibid and resulting in purpose
State – condition individual and collective, an entity comprised of people inhabiting a specific physical area in nature as in a geologic location, and entity comprised of people of similar mind, an entity comprised of people of similar physical condition, a condition comprised of people who are joined in similar mind, a condition of people disjoined in dissimilar mind resulting in chaos
Realizabilities – inherent natures of people to translate perception to the objective, natural analysis of form (real: genuine/true, eyes: instruments of perception, able: possibility)
Multiple – more than one representation, image, intuition, action (imago, imitatio, admonere) similar to:
Juxtaposition – an alignment (just suppose) using a:
Quantified Variable – the nature of substantial flexibility, of being, versatile integration
Integration – a condition of integrity
You get the picture. I could go on and on. With each word of each definition I keep defining, as more cultures add to language meaning changes, definition is added, as a writer job security never ends, and as a student of philosophy I always have something to talk about.
Communing with a fellow blogger about names, one thing leading to another, and I thought of Jan and Dean, how they were the originators of California surf rock… Little Old Lady From Pasadena, I Get Around, Little Deuce Coupe, Surf City and of course Dead Man’s Curve…
Well, I thought I’d write but we both got sick with temps over 100o, went to sleep early, but the night was restless with hallucinating dreams – you know how it is with a fever even slight and the mind can’t rest – then he woke close to 8, I was up around 5:30, and things had to be done, rinse a mouth that felt sticky with an old fashioned remedy, then medicine given, then being made comfortable then temps taken again, then… then… then… three times I attempted hot espresso, found soothing things for a scratchy throat and now it’s way past dawn, in fact it’s mid morning but by the time I’d thought to add that it’d become after noon. Did have hazelnut hot cocoa… mm… very good.
Maybe tomorrow… I’ll shoot for that.
At peace is what it is
And I understand why
When dirges stop
It’s necessary to have a clothing line
Or something else to fall back on
But I’m not that kind of famous
So what will I do?
Guess I’ll keep writing
Through hell, high water
Peace on earth
For what it’s worth
The dryer just stopped
Those clothes I’ll get
Espresso by my side
Grandson in view
Sun shining through though rain was predicted
What do they know?
As they say
I’m not worried
Did I tell you I finally ended the dragon game?
What a bust
Guess it wasn’t prepared for the level I’d gained
Or winning all leagues
What can I say?
There’s none like me
Really for that matter like you
Can’t go wrong
Hey think I still have cartoons
On a VHS tape
Means I still have a player
Saturday can’t get better
I overslept which comically means until 6a.m. Had turned off the alarm Friday so as not to wake my grandson while I showered and forgot to turn it back on. Glad I’m wise enough to check the time just for nothing if we can call that maneuver wise. It would’ve been a shock to wake when it was daylight. I did watch vampire movies Sunday but began with the latest Godzilla, discovering he’s the old fashioned one with the heart of gold who fights the other bad-guy mutations. It’s not his fault he’s so big he can’t avoid stomping buildings. Good to see Japan getting pummeled like it used to although the fight was brought to San Francisco for a bit then he swam away as the sun rose.
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