Correcting Your Mistakes Is Bliss


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English: Coat of arms of Tabasco

English: Coat of arms of Tabasco (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 The Food and Wine Hedonist responded to my blog post “There Is A Reason Why I Have  Not Been Freshly Pressed” last week and I thought it would only be fair to let you hear what he had to say. I complained that he had not responded to my smart mouth answer of what three things were always in my fridge. If you read it, you know that I said: crumbs, mold and mildew. It turns out that the post that was freshly pressed was not his, but instead by occasional contributor, The Sicilian.

Here is John’s (thefoodandwinehedonist) response, and I must say I think he is the best sport ever and I am now one of his faithful followers.

“Ha! And you didn’t think I’d respond… Clarification, it was The Sicilian, my occasional contributor to my blog that got FP’d. I have a post coming shortly on why it’s a big deal – mainly because of pride in work and wanting recognition.

But I agree the FP thing is very, very frustrating because there is some absolute crap that gets FP’d. It seems like you have to have some heartstring-pulling post or be a professional photographer with pretty pictures. BUT a lot of times, there’s just crap. I think a big reason I haven’t been is that a lot of my posts aren’t vanilla enough. I tried making them more so, but it’s not as fun. Thankfully The Sicilian got FP’d so I don’t have to try anymore!

BTW – your comment was hilarious…”

I then asked him what was in his refrigerator and he responded:

“1. Local, cured, hand-picked, organic, free-range, sustainable, non-GHO modified, free-trade… darn, I forgot what it was.
2. Body Parts
3. Rottweiler Tenderloin, because it’s a lot more flavourful and earthy, than Poodle (aka the canine equivalent of boneless, skinless chicken breast)

Seriously – Tabasco, sparkling water, garlic. But the first list was wayyyyyy more interesting.”

Me again: He is without a doubt, hilarious. And I just wanted to clear things up. When a mistake is made in the newspaper, there is a little out of the way article that explains the error. Well that is just not good enough–a whole blog post is what is deserved here.

Correcting your errors is bliss is it not?

Blissful Play

When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?

Responsible Adult Behaviour I

Responsible Adult Behaviour  (Photo credit: monojussi)

Michelle is one curious humanoid. I like that she added (if ever) to her prompt today. Do we ever feel really grown up?

I know I am grown up, because I have grown up responsibilities. I own a home (along with the woman who holds our mortgage); I have a husband; I have kids; I work; and I don’t play enough.

Does being grown up mean we have lost the ability to play? I remember getting lost in the world of play—it was a real world where anything was possible. My dolls could be anything they wanted to be—they were only limited by my imagination. I used to love to use a hammer and nails and make inventions with whatever scraps I found in my dad’s garage—and those inventions were the stuff that made my dreams come true—contraptions that made no sense, but made sense to me.

Different types of stuffed toys

Different types of stuffed toys (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I also used to imagine at night, that the bed that I was on would take me on exotic trips—and I always wanted to have a favourite stuffed animal with me to go on the trip, and some food (usually in the form of crackers) on my bedside table I could grab in case we did not get back in time for breakfast the next morning. (To this day, I think that these night time adventures could be real, and have a package of saltines on my bedside dresser).

Reading was also part of my playing. I remember my brother reading poetry to me before I could read myself—I loved the words and where they could take me. And then when I was able to read myself, the journeys I could go on, and the people I could be in my imagination were boundless.

I want to take back my right to play. Sometimes I can relive those days of play when I create using paper and paste, or scrapbooking, or even making little vignettes throughout my house of objects I have.

 I think the very core of play is creativity, and I think that writing can be counted as play—those times when one is not sweating blood while creating (but even then it can be satisfying when you express something just the right way.) Writing–where you can put your imaginings on paper can be blissful play.

Do you think that writing can be considered playful bliss?

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