Daily Prompt: Press It

Give some love to three blog posts you’ve read and loved in the past week, and tell us why they’re worth reading.

I was pressing it, hard work, but not really recognised as I am just a statistic, like the rest of us. The remaining few that still enjoy writing a daily prompt.

No is my answer to this prompt.. I read most blogs most days time permitting, but I am here to have fun and not to take part in a favourite blog competition. Sometimes I wonder which direction this daily prompt is taking. Do they want to destroy it with stupid repeat ideas to say “it wasn’t our idea, but interest no longer exists”. If so you are doing your best, daily prompt people, to destroy any need to write a daily prompt. I wrote this on 11th  April 2013. Since the three bloggers I then highlighted, and in my eyes deserved the nomination, are no longer blogging here. They stopped some time ago, probably lost interest in the whole Daily Prompt idea and I cannot blame them.

Why am I still here? Yes I often wonder. Do I have nothing better to do? Yes and no, I discovered the Topic Generator which is a good option and it is where I can write and know it is appreciated by its inventor.

I have got to know people that write the daily prompt, not personally of course, but online. I recognise their style, like to read their thoughts and angle on the subject matter, but I do not do comparisons. There is for me no hit list of the best prompts of the week. We all spend time and energy and thought on what to write

There is no encouragement left from the Daily Prompt team if they serve up such an old theme. I am almost convinced the title is just words. We can all read what the others write and have our thoughts on the best blog posts, but I am sure that the Daily Prompt people do not spare a glance at what we write. We are statistics, a button to press to see what arrives today for a daily prompt entry. The hap-hazard way the prompt themes arrive prove to me that it is a random choice - no-one spends a thought on what the subject is.

Fellow bloggers I love your daily writings and I enjoy seeing the familiar (and sometimes not so familiar) names on the contributions. I am not here to compete, but to have fun, and I am sure you too have the same sentiments. See you around - the weary daily Angloswiss blogger that really deserves, as well as the rest of us, a little more respect. 

WordPress Daily Prompt: Bloggers unplugged

Sometimes, we all need a break from these little glowing boxes. How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen? 

Photographers, artists, poets: show us UNPLUGGED.

I think this bar-b-q would have been better left unplugged, instead of subjecting my garden and the surroundings to a smoke screen. This box never glowed, it just went up in smoke.

I live on a plug it seems. Computers were a good instrument for a business to survive. Instead of receiving an order by post and sending the confirmation, you were online. In five minutes the deal was done. Such became modern plugged in life. It moved fast, no time to think about it, just do it. At the end of a working day my brain was glad to be unplugged, but was it?

Of course not, it arrived to somewhere called home. I was not a blogging masterpiece at this time, but the seed had been planted. I discovered sites where I could write according to a photo or a subject and jumped on the band wagon. Perhaps this temptation should have been stifled at birth, just carry on baking cakes, knitting, housewifely hobbies in between.

By the time I was retired, I was hooked and had time for the dreaded, habit forming, brain dead Facebook and all its games and silly comments. I know, I should have unplugged before I even did the “online” operation, but it seems I am a sucker for punishiment.

Then we have phase two, the iphone and its brothers and sisters. It is important to be available twenty-four hours a day, you never know. It might be that your president or queen wants to speak to you. Your children will be home late from school, husband has to stay later at work, a life important contract is to be completed and above all he wants to make sure that the food is not cold or overcooked when he arrives home. There is no problem, when all these delays occur, you have more time to complete a field of wheat on Farmville, carry on cooking in your Café World, and buy another house and furniture in Yoville. The world of Zynga games in Facebook is infinite.

One day you wake up, “I want my Life Back” is emblazoned across your brain cells. I refuse to let life be dictated by an imaginary world of people proclaiming their love for their mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, cousins, dogs and cats (not forgetting Jesus). I no longer want to worry when I sleep in the evening whether my crops have grown and ready for harvesting in Farmville or whether my goals have been completed in my fictitious restaurant. I will leave, well almost. I took the necessary steps I left all my games. I was never someone to love everyone in any case. I was cured. My fields are now lying idle, the stoves in my restaurant are no longer cooking, and my house in Yoville is a ruin. Almost.

WordPress suggested make your own little home in Facebook which I did; a comfortable solution. I no longer care about the 800 colleagues I have in Facebook, there is only an elite invited in my little plugged-in world. If you want me, you know where to find me.

I am now “only” plugged in when and where I want to be. It is my choice and not Mark Zuckerberg’s choice. I wonder if he is sometimes unplugged?

What did I do to make this happen? I made a decision and do what I want to do and not what I have to do. As I am typing this I have a Facebook tab open on my screen, just in case and my iPhone lays on the table next to me – you never know.

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WordPress Daily Prompt: Press It

Give some love to three blog posts you've read and loved in the past week, and tell us why they're worth reading.




I asked chief feline Nera what she thought about this, but she fell asleep looking through all the weekly blogs, so she left it to me.

I do read the blogs written on the daily prompt. Mainly to see how others have approached the task. There is a lot of good stuff out there, and it is difficult to choose one over the other. Three have made an impression on me this week so here we go.

Alma Mater by Mr. Atheist
The Daily prompt by Mr. Atheist with his speech to the Alma Mater. Alma Mater was something foreign to my English education, but I soon found out what it was. If I had heard a speech like this in my closing years at high school, it would have impressed me. The whole conception of this speech, the words used, particularly listing the “wants” and making the school proud of what you do in your path through life. This was a super work of prose and not only worth reading, but using if you are ever confronted with giving such a speech.

Perfect in its Imperfection by Huntmode
My second is by someone called “Huntmode”. I have often read her blogs. I saw this one this morning, so it is still fresh in my memory. She has shown that not only is she a writing talent, but also an artist. Her blog shows some of her paintings and they are very good. She describes her path through life, being hopeless in painting as a girl, but in later years getting down to it, buying books on the subject, recording films and eventually visiting classes. She did it, not only did it, but succeeded in becoming a very good artist. OK, I cannot even draw a straight line, but if I ever wanted to learn how it works, I would take this blog as an inspiration.

A Man for all Seasons by Paul Scribbles
For my third, I decided on Paul Scribbles and his blog Turn, Turn, Turn. We had to choose our favourite season and he chose all. His reasons why were so well explained. A beautiful piece of literature with some wonderful descriptions. Read it and you will start loving the seasons you usually find less attrative. He finds a good side to everything in this piece of work, and highlights many aspects in an almost poetic way.

Unfortunately I am only allowed to name three, but as an epilogue I would add that I am a disciple of Wiley Schmidt. A little four year old terrier dog living somewhere in Wisconsin. His outlook on life is more than human and we humans could learn a lot from this little dog. I love reading his almost daily blogs. I could not pick one out of the blogs, so I am giving him a special mention as my blogger of all bloggers, even if my cats are looking at me with daggers in their yellow flashing eyes.