Something to Smile About: A SpReAd the Love Challenge

Yay! Another SpReAd the Love challenge!

SpReAd The Love

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ll have heard about Richard Armitage’s biting debut as Francis Dolarhyde…aka The Tooth Fairy…on NBC’s Hannibal.  We here at STL like to mark special Armitage events, and this one is no different.  You might wonder how we are going to blend together kindness collection with an orally afflicted serial murderer…that’s easy!

Anyone else remember this from Captain Kangaroo??

In honor of the “Tooth Fairy” we are challenging ArmitageWorld to donate toothbrushes (and/or other oral hygiene products) to local or international organizations in need.  Dental health is directly connected to overall physical health, yet millions of people around the globe lack easy access to oral hygiene products.  Toothbrushes, dental floss, toothpaste and mouthwash regularly show up on the “Things We Need” list for homeless shelters and also for international relief agencies.  Here are just a few I know about:

Donate A Toothbrush

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SpReAd The Love “Children’s Book Challenge” for Dr. Seuss’ Birthday!

March 1st is the birthday of beloved children’s book author, Doctor Seuss. Coincidentally, the first week of March is also Read Across America week here in the US, and elementary schools across the country will be celebrating with activities, author visits, and other events to share the joy of reading with kids.

In honor of Dr. Theodore Seuss Geisel, the SpReAd the Love group has organized the Children’s Book Challenge! Fans of Richard Armitage everywhere are encouraged to write a review of a children’s book that you love and then donate it to a school, library, children’s hospital, Ronald McDonald House, or a child in your own life.

I think that sounds great! I’ve chosen two books that my son and I loved and cherished when he was small: No, David, by David Shannon and the Encyclopedia Prehistorica – Dinosaurs by Robert Sabuda and Matthew Reinhart.

No, David!
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This book was a bedtime favorite for my son when he was 4, 5, and 6 years old. It’s full of delightful, bright-colored pictures of mischievous little David jumping on his bed, tracking mud through the house, and turning his bathtub into a shipwreck-filled typhoon.

The simple-to-read and simply perfect text is all parental dismay and exasperation: “No, David!” “Settle down, David!” Come back here, David!” (The last statement goes along with a picture of David running gleefully down the street, completely bare.)

“No, David” puts a smile on my face every time I read it. Check it out on Amazon. The children’s librarian at the Alexandria Public Library said that it’s a favorite with kids today, and I bet it will never go out of style.

Encyclopedia Prehistorica – Dinosaurs

dinosaursSeriously, this book is beautiful, and a stunning feat of engineering to boot. Each of the big pages has a large central pop-up, and each of the four corners of the double-page spread hold additional mini-pop-ups, including one that has two scientists engaged in a tug-of-war over a fossil, and another that shows a huge explosion similar to a giant asteroid hitting the Earth.

Check out the book’s Amazon page for some great pictures of the pop-ups.

The same artist, Robert Sabuda, has done other elaborate pop-up books – we had a Wizard of Oz pop-up complete with a whirling tornado, and we still have his Star Wars pop-up book (because the pop-up showdown between Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader has them wielding lightsabers that actually light up. How cool is that?).

 

And hey, I finally figured out how to get the video I made about the Encyclopedia Prehistorica to be uploaded! I’ve edited to include it here. (Probably just as well if nobody sees it, but the book really is cool.)

 

SpReAding the Love

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The children’s librarian, Pam Hankinson, was excited to receive the Encyclopedia Prehistorica, too. I hope it brings plenty of joy to the young and young at heart. The Alexandria Public Library is an independent library in Alexandria, Ohio. It is located next to the elementary school. Students walk over to the library every day, since the school doesn’t have a library of its own.

Happy Reading to all!

For what is done […] May the judgment not be too heavy upon us

A beautiful and sobering reminder.

Me + Richard Armitage

Ash Wednesday [by T.S. Eliot]

Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?

Because I do not hope to know again
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink
There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again

Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce…

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A Gift I Got for Giving!

A while back, I participated in the SpReAd The Love Gives Back Week connected to the premiere of The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies.

Readers of the blog were urged to share a comment about a kindness you’d done for others, or something kind that had been done for you. One lucky person was to be selected from the comments, and they would receive a lovely handmade beaded bracelet in sky-blue, purple and gold.

So I shared a story about the nurses and staff at the nursing home where my mother spent her final years. She was strong-willed, fiercely independent, and sinking deeper into delusions and senility, so the good people at the home really had their work cut out for them. They found and removed the half-pints of milk that my mother kept hiding in her sock drawer. They fielded her continual complaints about the guy across the hall who listened to his TV too loud. They made sure she was clean and comfortable.

They considered what they did to be all in a day’s work, but by freeing me from a burden I could never have borne by myself, they did me a great kindness. In her final illness, they grieved for her, difficult as she’d been. “Of course we look out for her,” the head nurse told me. “Your mother’s one of us, now.”

Anyway, now I’ve been picked to receive this beautiful bracelet! The sky-blue beads are for Thorin Oakenshield’s sky-blue hood, the purple beads no doubt for his majesty, and the gold spacers represent the shining beauty of gold.
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The bracelet came tucked in a pretty gauze pouch filled with silk rose petals, and decorated with a valentine on the front.

Thank you! I will treasure it!

The road less taken

So I’ve been sharing the TED videos I like best on my tumblr account, but I thought maybe I’d share them here, too.
In this video, Daniele Quercia talks about creating apps that can tell you how to get from here to there — not by the quickest route, but also by the prettiest route. The most pleasant commute, not the fastest one.

Because why be on autopilot through those moments (or any moments) of your day? It’s a good question. In a world that’s spinning faster and faster all the time, we are robbing ourselves when we sprint through our lives.

Our priorities need adjusting. I like how this guy thinks.

A New Year

My husband doesn’t make New Year’s Resolutions. None of that “setting yourself up for failure,” as he calls it. But I’ve got to have direction. Hopes. Dreams. Lists.

Years ago — more than 20 years ago now — when I was single and struggling, I read a magazine article about making Vision Boards.  The idea was (do people still do this?) that your Inner Child, your subconscious self, is pre-verbal and doesn’t respond well to text. To get through to your Inner Child, you need pictures. Images. Sensory stimuli.

Dutifully, I collected some magazines, intending to cut out photos that represented what I wanted for myself. I leafed through the magazines and was inspired by nothing. Not one thing. Nada. Niente. Bupkus. I didn’t look like any of the “career gals” pictured in the glossy pages. The stuff in the ads looked boring. There wasn’t anything that looked like who I wanted to be, or what I wanted my life to be.

So I ended up writing down what I wanted in as great detail as I could manage. A car. A house of my own. Work that I loved. A life partner.  Then I set the document aside (it was on a computer and I don’t know if I ever printed it out) and didn’t look at it for a long while.

Strangely, my life began to change, almost without my doing anything at all. I got a new-to-me car. My job seemed a little better. I met a guy who had all the qualities I’d asked for: intelligent, healthy, sense of humor, kindness, a hopeful outlook on life (my then-boyfriend had had a cynical, contemptuous, worm’s-eye view of the world which quickly overshadowed his handsome looks and superficial charm) and who really wanted to be with me. We planned our life together, bought a house.

Now I’m getting closer to building a career as a writer. This is the work I want to do, but I need it to be a financial support as well. And so now I’m thinking back to that long-ago document that I wrote, and I wonder: What did I do right? How did I manage to put down the words that held the seeds of the future? Was it some momentary magic, a state of mind, a quiet alignment of the stars?

I’m looking for the magic again. I hope I find it.

 

Quilted and timeless

Most mornings lately I’ve been waking up with songs in my head. I blame it on Pandora, because in my ongoing struggle to write this new book I’ve been listening to a lot of free tunes — fiddle, guitar and mandolin, Celtic and Quebecois, nearly all instrumental. Lyrics are too distracting. They drag me out of the movie in my mind, which isn’t good when I’ve got a few thousand words to write.

Anyway, this morning instead of Natalie McMaster, I woke up with Elton John’s song “Pinky” in my mind. It’s been a favorite of mine since my teen years. The album belonged to my boarding school roommate, but I played it more than she did.

Why did I think of this particular song today, after so many long years? Maybe it has something to do with a sweet moment savored in the midst of life’s trials and errors.

Here’s to sleepy snuggles and abandoned plans on a cold morning.

I don’t want to wake you
But I’d like to tell you that I love you
That the candlelight fell like a crescent
Upon your feather pillow

For there’s more ways than one
And the ways of the world are a blessing
For when Pinky’s dreaming
She owes the world nothing
And her silence keeps us guessing

Pinky’s as perfect as the Fourth of July
Quilted and timeless, seldom denied
The trial and the error of my master plan
Now she rolls like the dice in a poor gambler’s hands

You don’t want to tell me
But somehow you’ve guessed that I know
Oh when dawn came this morning
You discovered a feeling that burned like a flame in your soul

For there’s toast and honey
And there’s breakfast in bed on a tray
Oh it’s ten below zero
And we’re about to abandon our plans for the day

#NS10 My Favorite N&S fanfiction

Lovely romantic stories to keep you warm at night…

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Meek Margaret Romantic tension between would-be lovers. Thornton with his book. He loves to read, too!

After watching North & South for the very first time, I was desperate to talk about the story with others because I simply couldn’t stop thinking about it. I found C19 within a few days. It saved me from certain lunacy (or did it?). What a relief to know that I wasn’t the only one suffering from the effects of watching a Victorian cotton mill owner smolder for nearly four hours. Finally I could discuss and ask questions … but that was not all. There were stories there! Other people, whom the gods had allowed to find N&S years before me, had written stories about John and Margaret.

I had discovered fan fiction! Cue the music from on high.

I spent hours upon hours immersing myself in Milton again through the creative talents of many fellow…

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Uncle Bob or Cousin Bofur?

I really like this analysis of dwarvishness. In particular, it answers the question I had about DOS — when Thorin and the crew were in Erebor, and Thorin taunts Smaug into breathing the fire that re-lights the forges, how did the dwarves escape getting burnt to a crisp just by standing behind the pillars? Surely the flames — or even the hot air — would have been enough to cause damage. But if dwarves are highly heat-resistant, that would explain how they made it through.

The Dwarrow Scholar

For those unfamiliar with the details of Tolkien’s Middle Earth, the dwarves (at first glance) appear to be short, plump, grumpy men with big noses and long beards – much like my uncle Bob come to think of it, but I digress.

Sure, they are stocky, quite a bit shorter and have long beards that can be tucked into their belts.  But they still have a human form, unlike some of the talking beings of Tolkien’s world, such a dragons or ents for example.

So the question posted here today is… “What really makes a dwarf a dwarf?”

Could we for instance, sitting at a table in the Prancing Pony, mistake a stocky chubby strong-armed man with a long white beard (aka uncle Bob) for a dwarf ? I guess we could, but might quickly identify his true form when we took a closer look and talked to him for…

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It’s not the data, it’s the meaning you give it

I love TED talks. They always teach me something new. Cool ideas and new perspectives are like shiny toys to me, things I can play with endlessly.

In this talk, Susan Etlinger discusses how critical thinking can sometimes get overwhelmed by the ocean of data and facts that wash over us daily. With all this stuff vying for our attention, it’s easy to see how we can be swayed by stories that seem true — things get lodged in our brain, cemented there by our emotions, even before we can logically assess whether the data can be trusted.

But then she told a personal story that really resonated with me. I think the point was: It’s not the data, it’s not the metrics of a situation that counts. It’s how you add the information up, how you put the pieces together — and what pieces you choose — that leads to truth or falsehood.

Facts are just facts. What they mean depends on the person who is interpreting the data.

The story she told was about her son, who was diagnosed with autism at age 2. No verbal communication, little eye contact, none of the gestures that usually accompany or, on occasion, substitute for our words. But still he was a happy and evidently much-loved kid.

At that moment, I was pointing at the computer screen going, “My son too! My son was exactly like that!” Not verbal at all — in fact, he didn’t seem to understand language. Spoken words zipped past so fast that by the time he’d figured out the first comment, the conversation had gotten away from him.  But he was happy and sweet and funny and creative.

And just like her son, mine learned how to read and write long before he could carry on a conversation. He was more resourceful than we even knew — he used his electronic spelling toys to learn words, and then watched movies with the subtitles turned on to teach himself sentences. Then he watched the movies again, over and over, matching up the expressions and emotions with the spoken dialogue so that he could master the nuances.

Of course, it wasn’t always smooth sailing. When he was five years old, he watched Star Wars: Episode 4 repeatedly. Over and over, he saw Luke and Han Solo in the control room of the Death Star as they learned that Princess Leia was scheduled for termination. Han Solo doesn’t care.

Frustrated and furious, Luke bursts out, “But they’re going to kill her!”

Over and over, my son watched this exchange — and finally he concluded that if you really really want something, and people are indifferent to your wishes, the proper thing to say was, But they’re going to kill her!

So when a day-care lady told him that this other kid was leaving with her parents, and she would be taking her toy (which he had been playing with), he shouted this alarming sentence. It wasn’t that he knew of some sinister plot — he just didn’t want to give the toy back, and if you’re frustrated and people aren’t doing what you want, this is what you say. Hey, it worked for Luke Skywalker, didn’t it?  But this whole train of logic took a certain amount of explaining by me …

Anyway, by now my son has gotten pretty good at verbal communication. I’m proud of that, but I’m even more proud of how he found a work-around for the challenges that he’s faced.

In this TED talk, Susan Etlinger mentioned Ronald Reagan’s line, “Facts are stupid things.”  I agree, facts are stupid things. Slippery things. Things that don’t mean what you think they mean. You’ve got to add them up in the right way, or you’ll miss the truth.

And that’s a fact.