Some days, I enjoy skimming through the submissions and confessions on PostSecret. With each post I read, I like to play Cafe Game, where I'm left to wonder about the path the confessor might have taken.
Like in this one, did the guy who sketched the drawing break off his engagement? Or did he wait until the wedding day to not show?
Could it be the girl used her sketches to track down the model, since protocol is the models can't share their names? Or did he find her?
Maybe, this is a December-May relationship, where the model approached the older woman, who sketched the drawing and didn't want a commitment, but fell for him anyway?
When you get the chance, visit this website and play the Internet Cafe Game and let your imagination fly.
Here is my father, who passed away on Thanksgiving Day, an immigrant who came to the US with practically no money from India and eventually ended up providing an upper middle class income for himself and his family.
It's the second Thursday of the month and that means another post on The Stiletto Gang. In "Procrastinating or Regrouping?" I talk about how I needed to regroup before I continued with my revisions.
You can find my latest blog, How To Come Up With Story Ideas, on The Stiletto Gang.
In 1979, after a flood near his hometown, Jadav Payeng witnessed snakes dying from heat because of the lack of tree cover on nearby sandbars. He asked the forest department in his home state of Assam if they could plant trees to protect them, but was told trees couldn’t survive in such dry, arid land. Instead, they asked him to try planting bamboo.
After a few years, when he’d managed to turn the sandbar into a bamboo underbrush, he began planting regular trees. Today, that same area, is a lush forest, home to a variety of wildlife, such as Indian rhinos, Bengal tigers, Asian elephants, apes, deer, and birds.
He reminds us one person can make a big difference in changing our ecosystem. Imagine what would happen if the entire world committed to this effort.
Last month, I attended the University of Iowa Summer Writing Festival.
One of the assignments the instructor gave the class was to describe a room we’d lived in. One writer described her tiny dorm from when she was working on her master’s degree, another one described his bedroom in his parents’ home.
For me, the one place that stood out was a flat I rented during my year living in Guildford, England. Here it is.
Just backed this Kickstarter project. Why? Because space exploration isn’t just about space.
The water filter you use every day? The technology was needed for purifying astronauts’ limited supply of water while in space. Fiberglass insulation to keep our houses warm and cool? It was designed to protect spacecrafts from radiation. Workout machines? They were developed to keep astronauts fit and to prevent muscle atrophy.
You can find a few others here and here.
So, have a look at the proejct. You might want to back it too, because in a few years' time, whatever we discover from this mission will probably be in our homes, too.
When my four-year-old boys would scrunch up their faces at the thought of the color pink, I used to say, “All colors belong to everyone.” I told them that because in Europe, India, and elsewhere, pink is worn by all, even men. It seems that history agrees with me.
Remember when we learned that each of us is separated from one another, regardless of who or where they are, by a chain of six people? Well, that may no longer apply.
A team of Chinese scientists examined 950 million Facebook users. They eliminated duplicate and fake accounts, and celebrities, and found that the number now appears to be closer to four. This is the case even for rare jobs, like anesthesiologists, but for prolific ones, such as teachers, the number falls closer to three. Wow. Hear those cheers? They’re your company’s salespeople.
Here’s our new $100 bill. Isn’t it handsome? And who can we thank for this new artwork? Supposedly, North Korea. Yes, The Land of the Dear Leader. You can read it here.
Back in 2007, Chen Chiang Liu, a Taiwanese national who resided near L.A., was caught using North Korean counterfeit $100 bills in Las Vegas casinos. The notes he used were such high forgeries that millions of dollars passed through electronic detection devices before he was apprehended. It turns out the country near the Sea of Japan needed to launder these bills into the international market so it could pay for its nuclear missiles and counterfeit pharmaceuticals programs, its Dear Leader’s opulent life, and, finally, to feed its starving citizens.
Paffi S. Flood is a writer of YA fiction, an occasional blogger, and the author of "A Killing Strikes Home."