“Et tu, Bruté?”
~ William Shakespeare; Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1.
DAILY PROMPT ~ BETRAYED
“Et tu, Bruté?”
~ William Shakespeare; Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1.
DAILY PROMPT ~ BETRAYED
Yesterday, the fabulously funny Irish Procrastinator zinged a challenge my way to participate in this Three Days, Three Quotes challenge. I was to:
– thank the person who nominated me;
– post three quotes, one a day, for three consecutive days;
– nominate three others to do the same each day.
Being in a spectacularly zen mood (long weekend ahead and all) I accepted. Thank you so much, Irish Procrastinator, for getting me off my butt to do something fun and meaningful … wait, I’m on my butt writing this. Hmmm.
Today is Day 2, and here is my quote:
I’m inviting the following three bloggers to participate:
If you’d prefer not to take part, that’s completely ok. Enjoy this quote.
Have a blessed weekend, everyone!
So I found out I’d been issued a challenge this morning …
My delightfully friendly procrastinator blogger pal – yes, you, Confessions of An Irish Procrastinator – blithely tagged me to complete a challenge: thank the nominator, come up with three quotes, one a day for three consecutive days, and nominate three other bloggers each day to fulfil the same task.
Now, I slink away from awards because they make me uncomfortable. But sharing quotes that have impacted me and helped shape my value systems? That I think I can do.
So here’s my quote for Day #1:
I have a tremendous respect for Dr Angelou’s work and I love this quote, which has guided my interactions with others. I hope I’ve never made anyone who knows me feel anything less than positive.
My nominations to continue this challenge are:
I totally understand if you choose not to participate. If you do, have fun!
PS ~ Thank you, Irish Procrastinator, for sending this fun opportunity my way.
I’ve swallowed pills and tablets of every colour chemistry can conjure up.
I’ve swallowed gruesome liquids in colours that defy description.
I’ve swallowed food the wrong way.
I’ve swallowed my pride.
I’ve swallowed my words.
I’ve even swallowed a tall tale or two.
But I absolutely, totally, 100% refuse to swallow Bird’s Nest Soup.
Why? Because it is, literally, the nest of a species of the swift (Aerodramus fuciphagus). A swift is not the same as a swallow, but as the Chinese word for the swift and the swallow is yen (燕), I’m taking the liberty of dove-tailing the two.
Back to the nest. Yes, nest – a bird’s home for laying eggs and bringing up baby birds. This nest, unfortunately for this particular swift, is made of its saliva and shaped like if you cupped one hand, and sized about 8cm across.
The nests can be found high up in caves in parts of Malaysia, Thailand and even Bali. Once it was discovered that these nests were edible, hunters climbed up to pry the nests loose; if harvested before eggs are laid or hatched, they were clean and easy enough to prep for sale. Because it is a lucrative business, artificial nesting boxes are now used to farm even more nests.
It is believed that consuming the nests is good for health, beauty and longevity. Indeed, it is a delicacy served at auspicious occasions like birthdays and Mother’s Day. I’m not sure anyone realises the supreme irony of destroying a mother’s home in order to gift it to another mother.
Today, the nests can be bought in bottles and gift packs, ready-cooked in rock sugar, honey or any variation of sweet or savoury preparations. The biggest importers are said to be the US, China and Hong Kong, where a bowl of Bird’s Nest Soup can cost up to US$100.
I was offered this soup while on a tour in Thailand and did think it looked intriguing. It resembled a bowl of translucent jelly-like oatmeal. Then I asked what it was …
Nope, didn’t touch it then, and still not touching it now. It’s not the saliva that I find hard to swallow; it’s the fact that it’s somebody’s home.
DAILY PROMPT ~ SWALLOW
I came across some posts describing the use of Tearable Puns a few weeks ago. Inspired by what these writers had done, I thought I’d try something similar at my workplace.
I typed out some puns I liked, printed them on coloured paper, cut them up and pasted them on contrasting coloured cards. I figured I would pin one pun each week.
On a Monday morning in early February, I pinned a punny card at the corner of my cubicle.
Don’t believe everything you hear about parasites, fleas and ticks – they’re all lice!
I waited. I had no idea if anyone would notice, much less react. In the meantime, there were emails to clear and reports to read.
Then footsteps slowed … stopped … silence … was that a snort? A head bobbed over the divider. “Aargh! That’s so … aargh! But good one!”
In the course of the week, colleagues stopped to giggle or groan. I was even presented with an eye roll by the boss – a considered honour. I knew I’d have to pin another pun the following Monday.
The same thing happened. Better yet: someone asked if I had more of where those came from. Sure I had; I put another one up the next Monday … and the next.
Fast forward to this week. A colleague stopped by to say: “You know, I was so fed up with the whole meeting! Then I saw your pun on my way to my desk and I just had to laugh. I tell you, my mood did a one-eighty. Keep putting those things up!”
Bakers share their secrets on a knead-to-know basis.
So there you go. An idea from bloggers is bringing some light hearted moments to a workplace in another part of the world.
To Laura Randazzo and Reading While Eating, thank you for the inspiration. To Through Open Lens, thank you for posting jokes with your pictures. A bunch of people now get a little sparkle of joy each week because of your kindness and generosity in sharing something witty.
You saunter by each weekday
In your suit and backpack.
Talking on your mobile
Starbucks in hand.
You sail by each weekend
In your hipster clothes and scooter
Plugged in, singing
Someplace to go.
You struggle by each evening
Every step an effort
A victory against debilitation
Survival of the fittest.
You sashay by each Thursday
In your designer workout gear
Smiling at your phone
Sun salutations await.
You stroll by every Tuesday and Friday
Okay, sometimes you jog
Eyes ever alert
Stylish dogs on leashes.
You strut by every daylight hour
In your feathery finery
Sometimes you coo
Sometimes you poo.
You stomp by every Wednesday
In your too-tight uniform
You hate your job, don’t you?
Scowling won’t make it better.
I see you all
I see more than I should.
I am not invisible.
It is you who do not see.
DAILY PROMPT ~ INVISIBLE
This isn’t exactly a post about any particular act of kindness; more a huge THANK YOU to everyone who has dropped by to read, comment, like, follow and nominate – bless you! – me on my little journey. I’ve had so much fun sharing my experiences, and getting to know you and reading your posts!
Now, I know different folks enjoy different genres of music, so I’ve chosen ‘middle of the road’ songs that I feel reflect the kindness message to share with you all. I’ve included three songs for any little ones you may wish to play them to.
Anyway, please enjoy. Click on the italicised song title to link to the YouTube video (I’ve opted not to use the video screenshots here as eight rectangles at a go looked a bit much 😎).
Tim McGraw ~ Humble and Kind
Bob Nordquist ~ You Showed Me Kindness
Phillip Phillips ~ Home (with ASL)
Brad Paisley ~ Try A Little Kindness
Matthew West ~ My Own Little World
Kindness Is Cool (Kids)
Kindness Counts (Kids)
Sesame Street: Try A Little Kindness (with Tori Kelly) (Kids)
Have a wonderful weekend!
art credit: ractapopulous
I dislike making calls to customer services.
Don’t get me wrong – I realise they are critical. Where else could we go if something’s gone wrong and we need to consult somebody?
But, really, do I have to tap this many numbers to establish my identity, my language preference, the type of service I require … after listening to lists of options where I’ve forgotten what Option 2 was because I’m trying to decide if Option 7 is more appropriate?
Then I hold, and listen to scratchy 80s music on a never-ending loop, interrupted by recorded messages announcing how the customer service officers are all busily engaged but I will be attended to shortly. I’m lucky if I get to speak to an actual person within 22 minutes, despite my call being of utmost importance.
So I dreaded this call to my library. You see, my phone died on me. Despite valiant resuscitation efforts, it became clear I needed a new phone. Fortunately, I’d backed up the old phone fairly recently so I was able to transfer data back from the computer, except for the ebooks I’d borrowed via the OverDrive app. Those books completely disappeared.
I reinstalled the app, logged back in, registered myself all over again … nothing. Now, I wouldn’t have minded if I’d lost my own ebooks. But these were library ebooks – would I now be liable for eternal e-fines because they would be forever overdue?
Life, as I’ve learnt, always has surprises.
A lady answered after five rings (yes, I counted). She was polite, cheerful and supremely apologetic that she was unable to help because she wasn’t familiar with OverDrive. If I would please hold, she’d transfer me to someone who could help.
Lionel Ritchie barely sang three bars before another lady answered. She patiently walked me through what I’d done, making encouraging noises along the way. Then she explained where I’d erred. I won’t bore anybody with the details but I understood her explanations, followed her subsequent instructions and – behold! – the ebooks were back in my new phone.
But she wasn’t done. She suggested I logged out and repeated the steps so I’d remember what to do “next time, just in case”. That done, she asked that I borrowed another book, just to check that the app was working fine. It was. She wished me well and said to call back if I had further problems.
It was the most pleasant conversation I’ve ever had with anyone from customer services. Cynics might interpret this as, ‘well, it’s a library, not the ABC Store with 250 call-ins a day’ but I don’t think it changes how pleasant and helpful the ladies were. The second lady, in particular, was unbelievably kind enough to go the extra mile: she could have hung up after my books were downloaded.
Thank you, ladies.