dream·scape


/ˈdrēmskāp/
 
noun
  1. a landscape or scene with the strangeness or mystery characteristic of dreams.
    “surrealism’s popular manifestations were the dreamscapes of Salvador Dali”
     
    “Red light flickered behind her closed eyelids, and when she opened them, she discovered that they were surrounded by flames.
    Let it burn….
    His sleek brow wrinkled, and he shook his head. Poor man looked conflicted, which was an interesting expression on a nightmare. “Your city is on fire.”
    She smiled languidly. “Ain’t it grand?”
    ― Erin Kellison
     
    “As the dreamscape around me grows clearer, I slip further away from it. The mind is a magical thing, I’m discovering. A dreamscape is made of thought and is wider than the sky, able to grow large enough to fit not just our own world, but every possibility and impossibility beyond it. Once I quit thinking of it as being forced into the laws of physics, it’s easy to manipulate the dreamscape into anything I want. I don’t know how I know all this, no more than I understand how I know things when I dream. I just do.
    I throw up my hand, and a wall rises between the orange grove and me. Behind the wall, I start creating the world I need in Representative Belles’s mind.”
    ― Beth Revis, The Body Electric
     

Badassery


Badass. (vulgar); (slang) A badass is someone who is very tough or mean. Don’t mess with him, he’s a real badass! (slang) A person who has extreme attitudes and behavior and is admired by others. In this sense, calling someone a badass is a compliment.

After three years of life kicking my ass, I feel like I need to visit some of my more outstanding personalities for a change.  The personality that did not allow my ass to be kicked.  The personality that permitted me to jump back up no matter what laid me down.  The personality that assured me that I was not the weaker link and that I mattered.  I am slowly regaining my smojo!!  (Yes, I did just make up that word and that is A-O-K.  That is because I am:

Savage, not Average.

That’s the only way to bounce back up.  Find the attitude, don’t need to be rude, just know that those who mess with you are likely to be less than you.
I rarely take pics of myself but of all of the ones I have taken, there is something about this one from my time in Lagos that just makes me smile every – single – time.  First off, I think we all look a little badass. I am NOT tough or mean but this picture makes me feel like I could surely play the part if needed.  Personally, I think it was more the company I kept.  Cool group of people and full of life and fun.  And yes true badasses.  A time I will never forget.  This picture.  Nothing more needs to be said.
“Don’t wish it were easier, wish you were better.” – Jim Rohn
“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” – Mark Twain
Best Badass quotes & Savage Captions
  • If you don’t like me. it’s because I don’t want you to.
  • The Question Isn’t Who Is Going To Let Me: It’s Who Is Going To Stop Me. – Ayn Rand
  • They play the game I change the game.
  • Tough Times Never Last, But Tough People Do. – Dr. Robert Schuller
  • In A World Full Of Copies, Be An Original.
  • Don’t like me? u*k off Problem Solved
All I can say is that it takes all kinds and anyone can be one.

Crackpot


Definition of crackpot : one given to eccentric or lunatic notions

If the guy out in the woods with the Michigan Militia is a real estate negotiator, instead of some crackpot, and has a normal life, that’s unnerving. You don’t want to think it’s as normal as the guy next door, hedging his lawn. It’s easier to demonize or separate them off from ‘us.’ –Michael Moore

British slang.  First known use of crackpot, 1883. “mentally unbalanced person,” 1898, probably from crack (v.) + pot (n.1) in a slang sense of “head.” Compare crack-brain “crazy fellow” (late 16c.). 

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Examples of crackpot in a Sentence

Some crackpot in a clown suit is out there directing traffic. everyone is tolerant of the town crackpot, a man who never hurt anyone

Synonyms

  • character,  codger, crack, crackbrain, crank, eccentric, flake, fruitcake, head case, kook, nut, nutcase, nutter, oddball, oddity, screwball, weirdo, zany

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And when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you. Ahh . . . an educated man. Well, you’re not as stupid as you look. Don’t quote Nietzsche at me, kid. That German crackpot wouldn’t know a real monster if it bit him on the ass. – Larry Correia

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The world is full of them:  Obsessed Bird; Fragments of the Unhinged; Grief ~ a crown cinquainGovernment?; SONNET 29: PHALLIC POWER; The crazy -cracy words!; Gleefully Unhinged; Struggling to Be; Unmasked; Musings; lost souls

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Meraki


Meraki (noun) Origin: Greek | Putting part of yourself into what you are doing.

This is a modern Greek word that’s often used to describe the instance wherein you leave a part of yourself (your soul, creativity, or love) in your work — so it’s like when you intensely love to do something or just about anything that you put something of yourself into it.

Love myself I do. Not everything, but I love the good as well as the bad. I love my crazy lifestyle, and I love my hard discipline. I love my freedom of speech and the way my eyes get dark when I’m tired. I love that I have learned to trust people with my heart, even if it will get broken. I am proud of everything that I am and will become. ~ Johnny Weir

I started this blog in July of 2012.  I initially started writing this and showing off the places, people, food, and art to help my kids be a part of what I was doing.  For the most part, they are largely oblivious that I am still writing this.  Initially I did it for them, but I have realized that over the years,  this blog has been something I have been doing as much, if not more, for myself as for them.  

Every time I go back and read what I have written, I can place myself in the exact place or state of mind I was in when I wrote it.  The pictures encapsulate where I was, and sometimes who I was, at that particular place and time.  A lot of what I wrote cracks me up.  Reminds me that I have not made gigantic philosophical leaps over time.  I am still the silly, weird, dorky, child that I was at 10.  I still wander and wonder about all of the things I come across. It takes very little to amuse me, make me smile, and/or destroy me.

I have on occasion gone back over some of my posts and have felt slightly embarrassed because what I wrote was a bit too ridiculous and stream of consciousness style.  I have considered deleting some posts for that reason, but changed my mind.  Those posts are likely more me than many of the other more lucid posts.  I am Sam, Sam I am, I am what I am. Auspicious beginnings was one of the first posts I wrote and yes, even now it is all true.

I put my all of me into my blog.  My soul, creativity, and love.  I started a diary when I was 9 years old (1976 if you struggle with math). Ironically, it took me over a year to start writing in it.  Like all diaries, I started out writing daily 9 year old drama and eventually moved to weekly, monthly, and eventually yearly entries.  In 2013, my daughter gave me a new diary called “The Happiness Journal” I wrote in that one for five years every single day.  I cannot honestly say those things were the happiest things I could have thought of, but they were also all me.

It’s so bizarre.  I can see myself in each of those pages in full form.  The love, hate, funny, angry, and sad person that wove me through my life.  I am 54 years old now and I imagine that at some point my kids will find this slab of my mind in print and laugh and cry as they work their way through what is likely going to be a 50+ year retrospective of my imagined but really felt joys and failures.

Seriously, leave me alone I was only 10!! Cracks me up though and I can seriously see angry little Sami, stonily sitting in her basement bedroom furiously writing out my little world’s woes.  Ah to be 10 again!

When my daughters were born, I began a journal of their lives and when they turned 17 or so, they were completely filled with my random wonderings of their lives and I presented these to them as a Christmas present one year.  I believe that they each still have that documentary evidence of my love for them during the first part of their lives.  I hope that they know that all of those words, photos, clippings bring back memories to me that are as real and poignant to me now as they were when I entered them into and onto those pages.

So my meraki appears to be documenting my own life and experiences and even the life and experiences of the ones I love.  I have been diligent about it.  Accurate to my own first-hand experiences and memories.  If you have read anything I have written here or looked at anything I have painted there.  You will see me.  You will see what I saw.  You will see and understand the things that have been important to me.  The things that are still important to me.  I hope you have enjoyed and will continue to enjoy the ride and the read.

Meraki mumblings:  Leha; Pooja; Princess; Merakisbsc; Gavin; Whisperer; Jess; Adyeshablog; Roy; DanielleAnika

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