Flowers from the Yard

Ms. Jones

Today's earworm:  Slave to the Rhythm, Grace Jones. Here she is, outrageous as always, legs five miles long, magnificent smile, hula-hooping her way through the song. She's 64 in this video.

I would like to be this awesome at 64. Or ever, really.

Rats.

I read an article today about how rats show empathy.  One such summary was provided here, where it described how rats would save other rats from drowning.  Another similar article, here, was titled, "Rats will choose friendship over food."

For some reason, this made me feel sad for the rats. Perhaps we, as human beings, should rethink Things a little bit.

These rats were found here: http://petfriendsmagazine.com/nmrrratrescue.html

The Googles Knows

We were searching for quotes about wishes today, and Google suggested several related searches, including:

how to wish for something and make it come true.

Ah, interwebs.  How we all wish we could do that.

Herself is not a wisher; she worries that if she wants or hopes for things, the Universe will somehow conspire against her.  Is it different if her wish is for someone else?  She does not know.

Make a wish.

This lovely dandelion upon which to wish was found here:

http://wallpaperswide.com/dandelion_wish_2-wallpapers.html

A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words

Herself was very ruminative today. We were considering composing a post that dissected the complexities of the melancholy which hovers like a personal storm cloud above her. Such a writing, though, would have been an arduous task, with the risk that it might increase, rather than relieve, her despondency. 

We have been spared, however: this afternoon, she received an e-mail containing a picture which, while she cannot share it (for it includes a baby from whose parents she does not have permission), would expand even the Grinch's tiny cold heart. 

Thank you. 

In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

The Grinch can be found all over the internet, including, for example, here:

http://movieboozer.com/movie-review/cyber-seniors-2014/attachment/grinch-heart

First Language

When I don't have enough words, or when the right words are nowhere to be found, it is my hope that somehow, the touch of a hand will convey all that needs to be said.

Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth. - Margaret Atwood

Picture copyright 2014, 2015, Mediocria Firma. Used with gratitude.

Unnecessary, Invaluable

For those who require purpose for all things:

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival. -- C. S. Lewis

Thank you, for giving value to survival. It is beyond measure.

Picture copyright 2014, 2015, Mediocria Firma. Used with gratitude.