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.

Serendipity 2


Serendipity (noun) Origin: English | ser·en·dip·i·ty  Finding something good without looking for it.

Just this morning, walking in my new ‘hood I came across an art festival. Very serendipitous. A lot of amazing finds! To think i was only out for a cuppa joe!  Interesting art, good conversations all started by the serendipitous choices I have recently made.  Never made it to coffee, but found some great jewelry, art, furniture, and had some random conversations ranging from artistic stylings and color choices to Memorial Day meanings and the sacrifices people have made throughout history in a variety of different ways.  I love unexpected surprises!

“It’s a bizarre but wonderful feeling, to arrive dead center of a target you didn’t even know you were aiming for.”   ― Lois McMaster Bujold

“You be you and I’ll be me, today and today and today, and let’s trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!”
Jerry Spinelli, Love, Stargirl

RanDomnEss: Random Fantasy; Chance Meeting;  Serendipity? Brilliance? Diligence?; Dreams: Poem; Reveal.; The Start Of An AdventureA STROKE OF SERENDIPITY; Serendipity Hangover; Had I Only Dated the Weiner Mobile DriverRandom tidbitsA Little Bit of This, a Little Bit of That, and a Random Video; RANDOM VIGNETTES FROM MY LIFE STORY; Inspirational street art; chance meeting;

Vagary


Vagary (n.) – Origin: Latin – Definition: An unpredictable instance, a wandering journey; a whimsical, wild or unusual idea, desire, or action.

I began to realize that life, despite moments of happiness and joy, is really about discovering priorities and dealing with unforeseen vagaries, differences, obstacles, inconveniences, and imperfections. – Maureen McCormick

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Random bike ride in Nepal.  Sometimes a random walk, or bike ride, or any non-work-related activity is what is needed to re-center your focus on what is important.  Just breathe.

“Let it rain on some days,
Let yourself shiver on some cold nights,
So when it’s Spring you’ll know why it was all worth going through.”
― Sanhita Baruah

vagaries: memadtwo; pvcannbaruah; paean; rashmi; adirondack; dale; drabble; bruce; shalini   

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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Abibliophobia


Is this word even real?

Abibliophobia describes my world in 2020 and beyond.  I googled it and it appears to be real.  However, i wonder if it is even a real word.  It seems to have only been around as long as the internet. I have nearly gone through my entire reading pile that I brought with me.  It has been awesome and yet now that the pile has dwindled, i am starting to feel a little abibliophobic.  I have asked friends to send me good books, I have purchased more online, I have raided the bookshelves at work.  Between COVID-19, lack of travel, and just wanting to stay out of the line of fire, my stockpile has just about been eliminated. 

I’m not afraid of many things, but I hate to be left alone or held hostage by certain circumstances with only my thoughts.  Left in a waiting room or stuck on the pot, I read leaflets, cereal boxes, adverts and rot.  

Urban Dictionary – An intense, all-consuming fear of running out of things to read.
I just finished rereading Eclipse for the eighteenth time and Breaking Dawn doesn’t come out for another month and a half… -burncrashdie-

Abibliophobia is quickly becoming an epidemic, but not quickly enough.
 
“ Even when reading is impossible, the presence of books acquired produces such an ecstasy that the buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching towards infinity… We cherish books even if unread, their mere presence exudes comfort, their ready access reassurance. ”~A.E Newton

Speaking of frightful words, a curious fear I’ve suffered from on occasion, especially on long airplane flights, is abibliophobia, the fear of not having enough to read. 

Another word I didn’t think was real? 

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia, which is one of the longest words in the dictionary — and, in an ironic twist, is the name for a fear of long words. I’m guessing there is really a word for everything.

Wait.. there IS a word for everything: the universe, every little thing, all things. aggregate, totality, barrel, the whole shebang, the whole schmear, everth, all-that, tock and barrel, the kitchen sink, the works, entirety, total, whole, the whole kit and caboodle, the whole shooting match, lock stock and barrel, part and parcel, the whole ball of wax, megillah, etc, etc 

READ – Kristin; society; nightpoetry; dlogger; bex; kitten; maisy; selorm; sian; kjoakes