Sunday Scribblings

Because I enjoy writing and want to get in some practical practice (so to speak), I found some websites on the internet that give writing prompts. One of those sites is Sunday Scribblings. This week’s Sunday Scribblings prompt is:

Good.

It’s hard to figure out what to do with this word. Good. A lot has been done with it:

Good vs. Evil.

Mmmm, mmmm, good.

Tastes good. Smells good. Looks good.

Looking good.

Good book. Good dog. Good girl. Good works. Good deeds.

Good grief. Good golly. Good gravy, Marie.

It’s a good thing.

It’s all good.

Good times.

Life is good.

Living the good life.

And, as James Brown said, I feel good.

An old notion that it is wrong to say “I feel good” in reference to health still occasionally appears in print. The origins of this notion are obscure, but they seem to combine someone’s idea that good should be reserved to describe virtue and uncertainty about whether an adverb or an adjective should follow feel. Today nearly everyone agrees that both good and well can be predicate adjectives after feel. Both are used to express good health, but good may connote good spirits in addition to good health. (From Merriam-Webster Online)

Being a bit rusty with this sort of command performance writing, I’m not sure where to go with this even after a bit of pondering. One thing that came to mind is how good is often seen as being mediocre. Good is ordinary. For example, most work performance reviews I’ve been in contact with tend to define good as meeting expectations. To go above and beyond, to exceed expectations, one becomes excellent or gives a superior performance.

Doing a good job just ain’t good enough anymore.

As for the Good vs. Evil debate, sometimes I think that’s way too simplistic. Most things in life aren’t that black and white. There are a lot of shades of gray, not to mention all the other colors of the rainbow. I’ve found very few things in life are all good or all bad.

A good find: In my search for inspiration about good, I googled it and came across The Good Magazine (their mission is “to stimulate the culture of good by creating dialogue around things that matter”) where I stumbled across this article: Michael Silverblatt on books. It’s a good read and explains a lot about our current society of non-readers. I’ve always had trouble understanding the non-reader. I love books. I love reading books. I learn a lot about the world and other cultures by reading books. I think this world we live in would be a better (good) place if more people took the time to read and learn.

Do not be too moral. You may cheat yourself out of much life so. Aim above morality. Be not simply good; be good for something. ~Henry David Thoreau


NaBloPoMo: Day 5


The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill

(View of Lombard Street from Coit Tower area on Telegraph Hill. April 2006.)

One of the reasons I flashbacked to our San Francisco trip (and not some other trip or hike or family event) was that M the Elder and I recently watched the film The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill. The film is a documentary about a man named Mark Bittner and his relationship with a flock of wild parrots in San Francisco. It’s an amazing film with great cinematography. The ending brought tears to my eyes (so did a few scenes in between).

I highly recommend the film. Rush right out and rent it now. Or order it from Netflix. Or whatever it is you do to rent DVD’s and/or videos these days.

(Parrots in flight. From Mark Bittner’s website.)

Seriously, see this film. You won’t regret it. Have tissues handy.

Sometimes, in life, I feel like a blue-crowned parrot living in a world of cherry-heads. You’ll have to see the movie if you want to know what I mean.

Complaint of the day: Winter-like weather has been moving into the Bogs. My complaint isn’t about that. After all, winter is a fact of life and no matter what they say about global warming, it still gets cold and winter-like. No, my complaint is about something different. It concerns my internet connection.

We’re hooked up to the rest of the online world via Road Runner through Time-Warner cable company. It should be noted that we don’t have cable for our television viewing pleasure. Just a cable internet connection. Some people think that’s weird, including our cable company. But we have no reason to spend big bucks on cable television. We can pick up quite a few channels without cable via the old-fashioned antenna on the roof. With M the Elder’s entertainment center we’re also able to get quite a few HD stations. I can’t watch Trading Spaces or the latest movie being shown on HBO (which was probably the same movie being shown ten years ago when we subscribed to HBO), but we get enough variety that life without cable television doesn’t feel like we’re lacking in anything at all. In fact, we’ve probably gained a lot since we don’t have as many choices to keep us planted on the couch.

Back to the point of this diatribe…

When winter weather moves in, our cable internet connection goes on the fritz. It sputters, it spurts, it works amazingly well for one minute and crashes the next. On cold days it goes out for hours. Or the whole cold day. On windy days it acts as though it’s being blown about by the wind, going in and out.

Maybe if they buried these cables, as well as the power lines, we’d have less of this crap.

Just saying.

Wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weights you down. ~Toni Morrison

NaBloPoMo: Day 4