Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Telling you straight .... outta Compton

Granted, I'm Canadian, as many of you know.  What you may not recognize is that we do tend to pay attention to controversies, news and politics south of our borders.

My first reaction to the blasphemy gone amok everywhere would be the fuss over the white out of the Oscars this year.    I thought:

  • let the best man or woman win.
  • it is the academy, peers, who votes on the nominees
  • color or gender should not sway nominees
  • the best performances are recognized
  • being nominated raises your value 
  • movies you may not have heard of inspire you to watch 
  • the big studios, i.e. most capital, gain the most attention
  • above, except if you're Oprah Winphrey
I was wrong.  I watched "Straight out of Compton" last night and was really impressed for many reasons:

  • I didn't know how RAP or HIP-HOP or GANSTA evolved until now
  • While I was in my 20s in the 1980s, this phenomena was emerging
  • The story itself is worth recognizing
  • The evolving characters transformed into big names in the music business
  • What they did for music was profound
  • We need this kind of music in our world, as musical journalism per se
  • There was a lot of racism, bias experienced these gifted musicians 
  • They had to be dedicated and passionate to keep on no matter the struggles
  • I like the music now (in the 80s I was probably tuned into David Bowie)


There was a grave oversight by the Oscar community to ignore this poignant film that is both historical and inspirational.  Although, I may not agree with the stand that black (that's what we call them in Canada since Afrocanadian hasn't been given as an option to African American) artists like Will Smith have taken by boycotting the Oscars.  By being there in person they ARE making a stand for artists of any color contribute to our entertainment.  Come on, we all have gone through days when we didn't want to go to school or work because we didn't agree with something, but we were forced to by our parents.  

You have got to be stronger than the issue at hand.  Don't align yourself with a statement that takes a side that you don't want forever to be associated with.  I vaguely recall Marlon Brando using his Oscar nod for creating sympathy for the cause of Native North Americans.  

Think about Leonardo Dicaprio's statements on Canada's oil just because he filmed at a location close to here.  All of a sudden, he is an expert.  Why not take a stand with class like Clint Eastwood did when filming his Oscar film "Forgiven" filmed close to my home in Calgary.  He captured the beauty and magnificence.  We aren't all roughnecks drilling for oil.  Some of us love where we are from and what that means.  We don't need a brief visitor like Dicaprio to insult the citizens of his host.

"Straight outta Compton" SHOULD have had some nominees for the Oscars.  It was breathtaking in its honesty and historical significance to how black lives mattered in bringing a whole new genre to our musical ears.  The cast transformed themselves into the heroes unfolded during the 80s, making a significant impact by its honest lyrics and reflection of the times.  Personally, the upheaval that groups like Led Zepplin and The Rolling Stones had on our older siblings, were lost until many years later.  We rode the short-lived disco wave but started the dance movement that allowed ABBA, David Bowie and Fleetwood Mac to be  forever iconic in our minds.  While many of us were watching those artist, there was a musical revolution going on that we were just too self-absorbed to have noticed.  Have a look at this brief trailer:

I'm really glad I watched this movie.  It brought so much reality to the bias, racism that these wonderKIDS plowed through and brought the gift of musical journalism:  a voice of what was REALLY going on around us.  I agree, it shouldn't have been acceptable.  While it is easy to glance back shamefully noting that we may have been more than ignorant to the plight of these citizens.

I  stand behind Paul Giamatti's portrayal of a sleezy white manager who filled his own pockets long before his clients ever did:  I can just imagine how widespread this was.  I like how the film brought into the fold how wrong it was.  Some of us may have been aware, but not at the same capacity that black musicians and artists were ripped off.  For that fact alone, this film should have more widespread recognition for its statement alone.

"Straight outta Compton" is definitely worth a watch.

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Farewell 2015, bring on 2016

So close, yet so far away .... the count down to 2016 and the farewell to 2015.  Time to fold up the bitter thoughts that may have lingered and shed its unproductive head.  Syonara baby to all the naggy little irritants that floated above my head, ready to *PUFF* and become a cloud, waiting to pour the negative imaginations.  Take a snow blower to the tenacious icicles that make you freeze, instead of live high on life.  Hit those memories like a volleyball.

You know you have some, we all do.  Granted, some seem to have more than others.  Is it because they exhaust them, some appear to be too willing to share their grief?  When so many others, will bottle it up and without a leak, the smallest of shaddow will egnite an explosion of rage, or rant, or retaliation.  How calm those can seem unless you are around when it catches alight.

You wouldn't be harboring any resentment towards anyone or anything per chance would you?  Sometimes masked in blame, you gurgle and ripple when a reminder flickers before you:  a transit bus sign, a song soothes you before it reminds you of a time, when things were less complicated.  

The burden of security.  Laying in our minds in varying capacities.  To one it may mean safety, while distinctions apart:  a warm bed to sleep in, a healthy meal to eat, the last drag on the cigarrette and the final withdrawal of a needle.  Where being clothed is always a choice and having clothes to wash and change is always a blessing instead of a chore.  

To have hands to pick out vegetables or fruit because we are grocery shopping.  The littlest things gone missing.  New ones to be discovered.

Let 2016 be a time of peace.  A peace of mind, a peace sign, a peaceful time.  Void of explosions, where those in need are given safety and men and women are only friends.  

Rejoice in the peace sign.  Let it be renewed symbolism of hope.  Those who want * P E A C E * have their wishes granted.  Let art and music along with all means of expression carry that one unified theme * P E A C E * to you, to me, to your neighbour, to mine, to your church, to my prayers, to your job and all that entails:  be paid, love what you do, help others become better.

2016 brings about a freshness and spirit.  Avoid casting a noose around your neck called "Resolutions" that are high, wide and difficult to reach.  Instead find steps you can make in that ultimate destination.  Health equals exercise, mental health, security, love, vegetables, fruit and food we can learn to like.  

Replace "Resolutions" with absolutions.  Things that are possible for you to accomplish one minute, one hour, one day, one month, arriving at another year.  You have cast aside the negative in 2015's wind, to allow the sun to shine on optimism, hope, pride, and opportunity.

Look into your left hand.  It is almost time to blow the molecules left of 2015 away.  Your right hand trying to force you to look ahead.  Don't look down, look up.  The horizon is changing with you at the wheel.  Of your destiny.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

My Honey Do Christmas

"Joyful" by Jill Ankrom 

Life is awesome!  I have today (Saturday), tomorrow (Sunday), and the day after (Monday) off .... life is good.

I had a little sleep in, which I had planned to be oh, about noon, because I can.  Instead, my dog Buddy decided it was way past my up-time.  Which made me realize, I had Christmas to do.

Click the links as you read along to this blog so that you can enjoy along with me:

The one, the only, Nat King Cole, 1950

Not surprising, I put my collection of iTunes music on, with Canadian Johnny Reid, the first to burst forth, singing:  "Angels we have Heard on High".  Gloria, indeed.  Then the masterful Michael Blube, another Canadian, melodic genius singing about good cheer.

Okay, I'm all set.  My to do list floating in my head.  What about that part about writing it all down lest we forget?  Well, I've been anxiously anticipating this weekend off all week.  The whiners, the complainers, the demanders, fading with each strum of a guitar.  

The main thing I have to do this weekend is a Gingerbread House to represent my team at work, to be unveiled at our team celebration on Thursday.  There goes Bob Dylan with "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" (I've never thought he had much of a voice, but I guess the raspy wordsmith is a bit of a legend.) 

  I picked up the "some assembly required" Gingerbread House along with adornments on Wednesday.  Last year, my house, was chosen as the winner for our floor, to go on to challenge the building, then off to our downtown tower.  Unfortunately, the spirit of Christmas can sometimes flutter in competative spirit.  It got disqualified by the rules, 100% edible products only .... when the soldier wrapped with tinfoil became the culprit in what I dubbed "Tinselgate".  Even three team fellows offered to eat them to demonstrate they were, in fact, edible.   Well, not this year.  Everything is 100% edible as the label states.  Even though as most of it is 85% sugar, makes that debatable.

Gingerbread House to represent my team at work, to be unveiled at our team celebration on Thursday.  There goes Bob Dylan with "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" (I've never thought he had much of a voice, but I guess the raspy wordsmith is a bit of a legend.) 

  I picked up the "some assembly required" Gingerbread House along with adornments on Wednesday.  Last year, my house, was chosen as the winner for our floor, to go on to challenge the building, then off to our downtown tower.  Unfortunately, the spirit of Christmas can sometimes flutter in competitive spirit.  It got disqualified by the rules, 100% edible products only .... when the soldier wrapped with tinfoil became the culprit in what I dubbed "Tinselgate".  Even three team fellows offered to eat them to demonstrate they were, in fact, edible.   Well, not this year.  Everything is 100% edible as the label states.  Even though most of it is 85% sugar making that debatable.

My husband just walked into the kitchen where my armor of Christmas music is playing, when the Chipmunks holiday song just happened to play.  Reinforcing in his mind that I'm a corny Christmas sucker, who loves to get in the mood of giving.  I may not have the money to dole out randomly, but more enough spirit and giving than most.

Why am I so caught up in the holiday spirit?  Well, definitely because of my "Honey Do" list, which happens to be minus the Christmas shopping -- I finished that a couple of weeks ago.  I'm intent to put a dent in the wrapping this weekend, to avoid the glasses of wine to keep me awake and pushing on to wrapping the heap of Christmas bootie for others to happily unwrap.

The funner side of Christmas with this Kelly Clarkson melody: "4 carats"

I've had to adapt my expectations.  I no longer have wide-eyed children at home, giddy with excitement decorating the Christmas tree's meaning:  Santa is on track.  Yet traditions evolve, instead of making lopsided Gingerbread houses, one each, for their own creativity to unfold, I am making one for my work team.  

The Christmas music is playing .... a tradition that I will keep on for all the years I'm allowed to be around to enjoy it, even if the songs change with the times.  The classics like "White Christmas" by Bing Cosby, will never dim or cease to lift the harmony of spirits in good cheer.

My husband will continue to lift his eyebrows at the choice of music, when he'd choose "Thunder" by ACDC instead.  He never complains.  Content in the air of preparation one associates with happy memories, from childhood to parenthood to husbandhood to blending familydom to empty nest dom. 

Our adult children, aged 24 to 27, will be coming over tomorrow to join in the festivities to celebrate his birthday.  I don't know if he expects anything except his daughter's visit.  My youngest is off in Vancouver creating her future, yet a bit despondent I'd guess because I had always created the Christmas atmosphere.  Not about the gifts, about the spirit, the anticipation, the decorating, and whatever inspiration popped out.  My elder daughter is off to Los Angelos this weekend, the city of Angels.  Yes, the holidays' spirit reaches everyone in a unique way.  

Masterful talented duo Mary J. Blige with Andrea Bocelli

The kids and their fiance will be charged with putting up the tree, decorating it, while I will reward them with dinner.  The hubby may even get into the act, who knows.  The peaceful contentment of our lives does not force him to do anything he doesn't want to.  However, he is the man of the house and hides his enjoyment of being in the thick of things.  Doling out jokes at my son, who flourishes in the attention that is not harsh or sarcastic like his father tends to do.  The epitamy of stepparrentdom can be enjoyable.  Our daughter is the first one in line to absorb our traditions of decorating and embracing Christmas.

I'm excited for Christmas this year.  Hell, (I mean heck) I am every year.  Yet, as your children age and grow with character you are so proud of, instilled in family values that they instinctively know they own.  They move on to relationships (one engaged), journeys (one in LA), adventures (one in Vancouver) and peaceful safety of what home means (one who stays close to home).

Yes, I would like more money, who wouldn't?  But one knows that being content with what you have is the most wise definition we can exude.  Regardless of religion, this is a time of reflection.  Our values.  Rejoicing in peace, family and loved ones is what it should be about.

So, it's time to lift my fingers from the magnetic keyboard that exhausts my brain from stress and levels into enjoyment of what my weekend has in store.  I just may get one or two presents wrapped without the aid of wine, and a good night sleep instead.

Peace, harmony, love and the spirit of the Holidays are yours to be inspired by.

Shaken' Stevens "Echoes of Merry Christmas"

Music source:   The UK's Telegraph  asking what are the all time favorite Christmas songs of all time with my top favorites:

The self-described "Queen of Christmas" Mariah Carey

Can you even remember this one?  If not, you're too young and I'll have one for you in a minute:

The first real HIPSTERS: WHAM!

A timeless classic by Bing Crosby: White Christmas

What newcomers will bring forward this season's good tidings:

Justin Bieber's take on Christmas with "Mistletoe" came out in 2011.

"Mistletoe" by Justin Bieber came out in 2011.

This just came out this year (music only) "Home this Christmas"

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Danke. Gracias. Merci. Thank you.

I found this quote several months ago and use it over and over again on Social Media (@optioneerJM) to show appreciation for others including me in some way..

It is nice to give credit to those who inspire you, support you and make you want to flourish and do better.

. After spending horrendous hours over the past weekend in escalations and support for major corporation, where people were constantly discontent and expecting more, more and more.

It reminds me how small the words "thank you" are yet are withheld so often as a demonstration of ego, power or arrogance. It means manners to me and is something we should continuously reinforce as much as we can.

 As we head into the holiday season, regardless of our faith or religious background, we should be reflective and never withhold appreciation for those that are important to us, whether fleeting or firmly entrenched in our lives.

 I want to celebrate my friends, family, but mostly acknowledge and appreciate everyone and anyone. Without any of you, I am nothing. I don't want to be a void or blink when someone hears my name. I would like to be known as someone who makes a difference. However small or short term.

I want to thank you for accepting my friendship, liking my posts, inspiring me daily. Goodness knows, there is enough negativity in this world.  Let  us reach out and give thanks as much as possible..... it is contagious.

"Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought,

doesn't come from a store"

                                                   ~ Dr. Seuss

 People automatically smile when you take the time to thank them. The acknowledgement can be more powerful than you can imagine. Try it. It is something that we should be spreading around more often.

 It costs nothing while priceless. Thank YOU. Merci. Danka.  Gracias. 


"Christmas is a season of not only

rejoicing, but of reflection"

                                       ~Winston Churchill


Monday, October 12, 2015

Something worth watching: The Killing

Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian patriots, friends, family, followers, readers and everyone in between.  Lucky for me, I have the whole weekend off, except Monday. Being in thank-ful mode,  I do appreciate what I am able to.

The kids will be coming over, with the Stepdaughter bringing a ham, my middle daughter, a fruity baked creation (yummm) and my adorable son.  Sadly, my baby is still in Vancouver yet will be celebrating it with my mom, brother, his wife, their daughter and certainly her beau.  We'll see if she heeds my advice from our long chat last night:  to have Matt pick up a bouquet at Safeway and have it split and wrapped into two wrappings (to be economically wise) and have the ladies swoon.

NEEDED:  Someone who can animate or GIFF this?  Full CREDIT .This art was created by Markam Shrak

Why are guys so dumb sometimes?  It IS spelt out to them everything:  in commercials, in the supermarket, on television.  It won't mean anything until they run banners along the bottom of videogames - streaming branding.  Can you imagine Coca Cola do a 15 ministrobe flash on your device - why is it that shortened names to only keep the original names i.e. Coke?

You aren't getting it yet?   This blog was a kinda talking myself out loud thinking some fellow women and sisters would think I was talking with her.  A friend.  Right there.  Hey you felt lost between vegging watching TV and then rolling a joint and then just see what takes shapes.

I seriously should have interjected because my friend Wasp (replaced to protect anonymity)has jumped on the keyboard and chill out with you.
"KEEP SMILING" my ode to you 

You're hear so far.  So, I'm guessing, go far so good.  Woman, girlfriend, daughter, niece, friend, maybe even follower.  You're here because you'r a bit unsettled.  Ajusting to the feeling that age is around the corner and it's really scary.

Hunkster Hubster and I first started marathon watching, or binge watching was when he had a much younger set of kids.  Four of them living together, our roof.  Me and the hunkster hubster figured out pretty soon that our really awesome individual kids were great big panksters whenever we never around.  On each other, an innocent communication to get attention.

Every time we have them over.  There always seem to be a new tale.  I started it about 7 years ago when Hunkster Hubster and I had a family.  His one daughter who was a fifteen year old that it amazed me could walk with that big giant chip on her shoulder weighing her down.  Times like that were such good times.  These sidebars will be my saviour.  Saving my ass from going on a tangent of nothing relevant to what I'm writing, but a burst of a though or memory that needs to be shared.  This wisdom that I imparted to all my three daughters have worked out.  Desiree is getting married next summer.  She is marrying a super buy.  If you were to try to set up the perfect guy and get by order, wouldn't that be something.  I don't know how many times I've told them all that they are going to have to kiss a lot of toads before you find the worthy one.  The worthy one is who I am going to define men in your lives as such:

  • Bread winners:  they make decent money (nix millionaires)
  • They like their music:  but they are not necessarily musicians because I perceive being in a committed relationship with a musician would be really hard. Often they are so good looking they could be looked at twice, having others think he must be a retired rock star.
  • They are good with their hands:  Well, ummm, this is no Sisters Shades of 50 Grey.  I guess, unless that is one of the topics we want to explore.
  • Alrighty then.  Forcing myself, and if you're still ready, probably to think of the asshole(s) who broke my heart.  That was like a splash of cold water, cool awakening.

I need you to have a listen to this music video.  Have a lot of good vibes watching it.  If it makes you want to stand and dance, just go ahead and doing.  Hunkster hubster is fast asleep on the couch.  Hogging the remote in case I grab it to watch "Magic Mike with Tatam hearthrob what's his name.  F*** I always transposed that:  Channing Tatam.

Plenty of you out there.  I guess you're the same.  You are a pretty good person, work oriented, kids oriented, family oriented, smart, curious, inquisitiveness, creative, idea persons, musicians, artists, players, actors, You believed that whole getting married in the 80s means.  Ha ha ha ... t'would appear I'm assembling my audience.  Are they going to come check this out and subscribe willingly:

Carry on reading now as we both listen to the song together.  So, it's going to be the new Women's Conspiracy Theory.  A group of women by invite who dispense their own conspiracy theories on life, women in career, Lean In Chicks, Life Coaches and really around basic nice, smart lady thing you have going on.  Listen honey, they're looking for tigers all around you and themselves and all they see is those tigers.  Yet there you are, in the very midst of all of them and are unique.  Not in a wallflower, stand and tap music kinda of a thing.  More like day dreaming about this sort of thing:

So what do you normally do on a Sunday night?  And way way back to my starting to watch marathon movie shoes.  I'm blasted away and so surprised.  The Killing is the best I've watched since Sons of Arnarcy (what the heck, how do you spell that think??)  and before SAMCRO (that's easier) it was BREAKINGbad.  Somewhere in the midst of it, we realized that with the new OPTIK TV (copyright TELUS) we can rewatch series that were televised, not that very long ago the wonderkind emergences of #Netflix.

Now, I'm really not what you would call your typical TV or MOVIE watcher.  I didn't start watching movies or on TV until I hit 50.  Stop falling on the ground and yank yerself to your feet, you dumb moron.

I rarely watch TV.  I was born in 1961.  We started living in Germany by 1969.  Norm was an airforce avionics specialist.  Take that stat now.  What are the chances that my dad chose a career in the military that universities weren't even carrying yet.
He was the equivalent of a phD in that field. 

There are so many people of its kind out there.  Wasn't big philanthropist take on this cause.  For example, if you have been a sales professional for 15 years with a stellar track record.  They are The Women's Conspiracy.  Only a true member will uncover what their's may be.  Yes, it could be a FOODIE MARKETER SPEAKER manager, educator, performer, administrator. 

 Do we really care?  We're going to hang out and read, write, watch and collectively decide what matters.  If I create other sites where we women decide what matter.  We don't need admirable Mrs. Obama, Ms. Fiorini , Lean In *insert name* Oprah Winfrey (respectfully).  I think we're a little bit more special.  We're a fraternity of girls who have grown into women, have had a women's lib melt down once or twice before. 

We've been on a rollercoaster ride during our lives and now we've come around to be inspirators, creators, artists, poets, writers, journalists, beauty designer, clothes brands, shoe fettishes, and way too many pieces.  Now don't force me to give up buying accessories:  which we gave birth, in the sixties no less on offcast of groovy styles while we had mothers who first appeared as the wife in Mad Men *insert name*.  

So are you keen?  Are you a Woman Conspiracy Theorist?  Let me know. If I like your blog (blogs that help on life matters, foodies, beauty, fashion, artists, creators, artists, musicians, vocalists, poetry or lyrics.  If you want to be here, find me.

Even if you won't ever come back and read or visit again, I sure hope you had as much of a blast as I did making this tonight.  Yeppers, after midnight when all accountants, lawyers, construction workers, administrators, stocktraders, sales professionals, transportation drivers, barge captain or professional athlete .... we be all up writing, listen to music, flipping through videos, reading up on the latest interest.  Sharing a sleeplessness of how is tomorrow going to be?  

Growing up in the 60s/70s you hit your stride in the 80s.  LOL at those styles, good heavens.  I bet you're a bit of a style horse still.   We were kids in the most optimistic of times.  All our dads were working, our moms sometimes while often taking care of the family was her full time job ad priority.  Our personal wellbeing, a direct advertisement on how life has treated you.

Noooooooooooooooo, I don't want to bet you.  GHEeshh.  That's not who I am.  I'm a direct talker.  Imagine that, I decided right then I no longer wanted to ever see, read or write "direct shooter" again.  Why would I listen to to the news being devastated as though it happened to me.  I think I was given an extra dose of empathy from my creator.  

So how else can I attract a strong, dynamic, smart, professional, got the world by the *alls, and know you haven't done your very best "thing".  Have you figured out what that is?

Well, I know the main thing.  We can't do it alone can we?  The sidebars on my Blog page can always be updated, even if I can't always right as much as I'd love to.  There will some among of us that would like to jump in.  Respond.  Say what you think?  Can we create an online fraternity of women who are beyond average, have a lot to offer, and with the right support and mentoring by the right role models.

The rules will be very few but unbendable, without exception a forum for gender rights, feminism, and female issues by vote.   As your leader, scribe, and promoter, I will profess to promise to be a good example for anyone anywhere, without notice.  Not drunk, stoned, lonely or melancholy.  We want to help each other.

We will come up with a pledge so that only those who are voted in and qualify, will be given an emblem to share wherever they want.  As a bumper sticker, on all their social media profiles, author pages, artists pages, musicians pages, We will give each member a chance to present themselves, their bios, their likes, their favorite flowers, movies, music, best ever book they're written, read and highly recommend and why?

Another promise I can almost assure.  If it catches on, we'll create ways that we can identify our members.  That's where I need people who have hidden talents and can get things done.  They'll be SEO pros, IT gurus, CLOUD masters, APP developers, smartphone geeks.

Eek, I guess I went off on a real meandering about a bunch of different things.  I'm sure if I keep coming back and reading, I will want to continue editing it, tweaking it.  More, different photos, quotes and outside links.  Maybe I can make money off of links rather than ADworks from #Google. 

Well, I did include Heinz Tomatoe, maybe they'll dish out some do shopping money because it was an artistic statement used as an example without any intent to infringe on any copyright, and to only use it as a creative example of getting a message across by borrowing an image that captures the point you are making.  In fact, I'm sharing the coolest image I found today ...


My favorite day of the week is Saturdays.  It has long been my chillax day.  The best part is rolling out of bed any where between 9 am and 12:30 pm.  I love it when the Hunkster Hubster has it made and sends our dog, Buddy, upstairs.  Buddy's jobs is to wake me up.  As a natural herder, he is talented at digging his wet cold nose on my face, not liking me, but ending up nuzzled in my neck.  Which is by no ways a way you want to be shock into becoming awake.
Then I do.  

I cannot believe it.  Still, I have meandering and carried on.  Completely omitting the reason why I wrote this Blog.  How the Hunkster Hubster and I forayed into our first binge watching or weekend marathon with The Lord of the Rings.  From his collection.  We were having this conversation where I said I hadn't seen the movie when it was the biggest book of my life:  my Grade 5 teacher Mr. Quinn, started reading it to us every Friday afternoon for the last couple of hours of class.  Then based on behaviour criteria, he  chose one of us students to go to the front of the room and read the next number of chapters of The Hobbit. That person also was given a stamp.  Yes, most of us were engaged, well behaved students, gloriously best with the best teacher, if not ever, the best teacher in its time.  I went on my own and read the Lord of the Rings.  That may have seemed quite an accomplishment for Grade 5, but it launched my love of reading.

Hunkster Hubster is these days playing "Farga" that
driving game that is new to X-Box.  That is, if the Seattle Seahawks are playing on the NFL.  I get to spend an hour to three just looking at what is on the web.  Quite often, I could be on a mission after reading a book that I was so pleased with:  The Girl in the Spider's WEB by David Lagercrantz, who has masterfully carried on the same feel and story as though it were still written by the Stieg Larsson's series that hooked me: "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo."

Let me see, what draws me first?  I'm going to say Facebook, then Twitter, if Pinterest or Linked IN haven't grabbed me beforehand.  Then I'm Jeannette in just chill mode.  Absorption ready. Eyes sharp for that great image or idea that ignites my imagination. Then this overwhelming feeling takes over like I'm being dragged to either of my blogs and writes something about what needs to be written.

I don't expect you to like every selection of music I chose.  Then again, it is MY blog ... lol, giggles. 

I chuckle, here I went, sidetracked on telling you about the series I highly recommend watching.  I'm a fan of detective, mystery, thrillers, and "The Killing" on NETFLIX is masterful. It grabs you really early on and you are transfixed on the events that unfold.  The trailer won't do it justice.  

Don't be discouraged that there are four seasons.  You will only regret if you don't give it a try.  The acting, script, setting from Seattle should be getting a lot more attention.  True Detective was at the top of the game when they launched it.  But I hardly think those fans will mind watching this one.

I wonder if I'm on the right track?  Will I be able to attract new subscribers or followers?  It sure is a matter of self discipline.  I like what I'm writing, I see how it is evolving and decided what it can be about.

Send me a note on Twitter, Facebook or Google if you're on board and/or whether you want to be  @optioneerJM Women Conspiracy member.  We've got lots to talk about.  My main goal is to help it avoid being a lonely, isolated one.  You know, you can be surrounded by people, do a lot of things, even accomplish a lot.  Where's your safe zone?  

This can be it.  We'll be focussing on the positive force of being pushed into 50.  Neither a Baby Boomer yet likely a parent of a Millinnial.  People should paying attention to us.  We've been squished from both sides.  We're the ones making a difference while faded into the background on the tidal wave of events happening in our world.

It is like an open forum, mic turned on, and people tuned in to what is really going on.  This is not gender specific, it is gender influenced.  The issues facing both ones, are sometimes very similar, and in some unresolved ones.
"Stay inquisitive"
~Jeannette Marshall
Until next time ... have the sweetest of sweet dreams: