I found this in a scrap book i made in high school 9 years ago…
In all the times past and in all the times to come, there was and never will be an exact replica of today. There never will be another day like today. And there will never be another woman like me. Because i am so different and unexpected as each day. Think of it. Each day may be measured by time but it is actually made up of moments. And it’s moments that color our days and allow us to be the women we are. Like a blank page. Today is about making choices and living the outcomes. About taking the initiative. It’s the rational and irrational. Celebrating our frailties and laughing at our fears. It is insight and exploration, energy and passion. It’s about independence, originality and strength, Today is about changing direction and relishing the change. About desires, the future and opportunity. That is the essence of today. That is the essence of being a woman. That is the essence of being YOU!
Growing up i used to be one of the brightest kids when it came to the Queen’s language. I knew i was bad-ass! I knew my stuff! I walked around school with a book always! I knew my classics and i would always be ready for story time at home and school.
I had a system for getting spellings right: pronunciation! Genius, yes?
Little did i know that my little plan was flawed – very flawed! In my little mind, i expected to know the correct spelling of soldier which was my dad’s profession. Every time we were doing professions, i always picked soldier. I felt i knew the whole how-to-be-a-soldier by default! I grew up seeing, eating with, playing with the chaps… what more did i need. I could speak some cool tough words in Swahili and sound macho (yeah for a girl) but i could not spell the darned thing right!!!
I even got into a fight with some little Indian boy who felt the need to correct me EVERY TIME i got it wrong! Anyway he was such a cry baby that it wasn’t the worth the drama!
1. English is a funny language.
2. why dont we spell PHARMACY as FAMASee?
3. Soldier has no Y.
From an old scrap book in my chest of junk… 2006
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray for a man who is not a creep
One who is handsome, smart and strong;
And not afraid to admit when he is wrong.
One who thinks before he speaks,
And when he says he will call – doesn’t wait six weeks!
I pray that he is gainfully employed,
And won’t lose his cool when he’s annoyed.
One who pulls out my chair and opens the door
And massages my shoulders and begs to do more!
Oh, send me a man who will make love to my mind,
And knows what to say when I ask
“How fat is my behind?”
One who will make love till my body’s a-twitchin’
And bring me too when he goes to the kitchen!
A man who will love me for days without end
And never compare me with his old girlfriend!
Thank you in advance,
And now I’ll just wait,
For I know you’ll send him
before it’s too late!
I recently moved across town to a whole other district. I had no clue how I would be getting to work before 8am. Lately my boss has been giving me hell for coming after 8 (15minutes late and you get an earful).
So I have had to reschedule my schedule and learn to wake up earlier than I would love. In this part of the world, taxis do not venture. One has to wait for the coasters (is that what they are called in outside countries?)
These things fly! It takes me 25-30 minutes to get into town compared to the one hour commute that I had gotten accustomed to at my previous place. The best thing about this whole change is that it’s half the cost! Yeyyy!
As I write this, am sitting at the back of the 40seater bus and willing the time away. Occasionally I glance outside the window to check our progress but my eyes dart back to my phone before I can see much.
The traffic was unusually light today so the driver kept a good pace until he had to suddenly brake for some reason. He later accelerated and I didn’t think much of it until I smelt it.
OH MY GOODNESS!!! it was not pretty. Suddenly everyone was reaching for the windows and looking at their neighbour suspiciously. Someone had let rip the nastiest, most foul fart I had ever smelt!
What did this person eat last night/ this morning? I kept looking at some dude who looked guilty… (Perhaps it was my imagination playing tricks) hmmm…
I have to alight now but I have allowed – these guys have the best poker faces!
As i strolled through he cyber world today, i chanced upon an interesting article on Playboy. Uhmmm… i know it is a strange place to be or admit to be but am a liberal – bite me.)
But we are not going to focus on my private jaunts toady. today we are going to rant.
Please not that i am a trained journalist and i have the degree and experience (and laziness and stubbornness)… and the list goes on. What irks me the most is how the availability of social media and the knowledge of English has turned everyday people into citizen journalists.
This is ok, er…. no it is not okay! The hype that has come with hash tags and memes and FOMO has just killed true journalism. The public is now quoted on basis of their tweets. you open the newspapers to find a “journalist” basing an entire story on a tweet!!! What happened to the 5W+H?
Are we that indolent [new word] that we can not pick up the phone to get the right infomation? Are we that gullible to fall for tweets from parody accounts?
[end of rant]
I now present you with the great piece originally published by Playboy.
This June, a man named Jeremy Meeks bewitched the world. You may know him better by his media-dubbed nickname the Hot Felon. Meeks is attractive enough that his prominent cheekbones and alluring mug-shot stare went viral, bringing the previously unknown criminal instant fame. Days later, outlets from Gawker and BuzzFeed to The Washington Post, the Daily Mail, New York magazine and others reported he’d landed a $30,000 modeling contract. Delighted millions shared the incongruous turn of events on social media.
I called his manager (yes, Meeks now has a manager) to confirm—something no other journalist at that point had bothered to do. There was no $30,000 contract. Modeling agencies had never heard of him. Meeks’s mug shot had merely gone viral and caused rampant speculation. Recently, reputable news organizations told us that Orange Is the New Black faced cancelation the day after it racked up nine Emmy nominations, that an “extreme stalker” called her ex-boyfriend 77,000 times and that a giant pregnant tarantula was on the loose in Brooklyn. Outlets from Fox News to USA Today told us a Chinese man was stuck in a South Korean airport after his son had doodled on his passport. Like the other stories, it was untrue; this one had been sourced from the Chinese equivalent of a Twitter post.
Why do websites of otherwise trustworthy news organizations stoop to such lows? Because journalism’s digital business model, which forces outlets to compete for the same ad space with the most irresponsible websites on the internet, has created a new reality. Journalists, without the time or wherewithal to carry out a bare minimum of investigation under an unprecedentedly short news cycle, are forced to chase viral clicks and the pennies they bring, posting stories engineered toward “virality” to court their new social-media kingmakers. Once, credibility was the linchpin of journalism. Today, as dubiously sourced stories multiply, it’s an afterthought.
“Companies focus on page views because they’re quantifiable,” says Jonah Berger, author of Contagious: Why Things Catch On. “So journalists optimize for share numbers, and audiences share juicy headlines without reading the story.” NPR proved as much this past April Fool’s Day with the story WHY DOESN’T AMERICA READ ANYMORE? It had a clickable, debatable headline engineered to go viral, but the article began, “Congratulations, genuine readers!” and continued, “We sometimes get the sense that some people are commenting on NPR stories they haven’t actually read. If you are reading this, please like this post and do not comment on it. Then let’s see what people have to say about this ‘story.’ ” A witless frenzy of “answers” materialized on NPR’s Facebook page, from “because we are fat & stupid” to “people don’t have the attention span.” Then a July headline on Time magazine’s revamped website—whose posting strategy is designed to replicate BuzzFeed’s success—proclaimed that SCIENTISTS SAY SMELLING FARTS MIGHT PREVENT CANCER. The story garnered thousands of shares and was passed along via CNET, the New York Daily News and others, even as angry scientists pointed out that the study said no such thing.
There are psychological reasons we don’t care if these stories are true. Boston University marketing professor Carey Morewedge says social psychologists who study praise and blame have found that “people take more responsibility for outcomes that turn out well and see others as responsible for those that don’t.” We’re lauded for sharing interesting stories on Facebook but face no fallout if they turn out to be bogus, because online interactions differ from those that take place in the flesh. “If you tell a lie in person, you’re more likely to receive the blame,” says Morewedge. “On social media, the third party is responsible. You’re just saying, ‘This is interesting.’ ”
The high-speed viral-sharing system itself is the reason we don’t lose trust in those who share fake stories: Not only does news spread faster than it can be scrutinized, it’s gone before readers realize it’s fake. Most people never discover that something they shared is fallacious, Berger says—“or by the time they do, they don’t remember where they heard it.”
“Truth is not a major driver of why stories are shared,” he continues. “Think about urban legends. People pass on all sorts of things that aren’t true—they care more about whether something is interesting. No one wants to be thought of as a liar, but by the time something is found false, we’ve often moved on to the next hot information nugget of the day.”
The societal costs are significant. In a prior era, journalists responsible for reporting falsehoods faced immediate dismissal. The deceptions of disgraced journalists, including Jayson Blair, Janet Cooke and Stephen Glass, and the uproars that ensued when their misdeeds were uncovered, stand as charming reminders of a time of higher standards. Online media have less incentive to adopt such strict principles. When no one is held accountable and hoaxes are chalked up to the nature of the new business, untruths spread like wildfire, with no end in sight. The consequences—a generation of journalists lacking ethics training, a public that accepts lower standards and a gaping hole in the media’s organizational practices that the unscrupulous exploit—are as far-reaching for the industry’s role in society as they are for the business of news itself.
If this economic equation isn’t solved, the real threat we face is a world in which parody, such as found in The Onion and Weekly World News, becomes indistinguishable from reality. “Free online journalism today is a loser’s battle,” says Northeastern University journalism professor Dan Kennedy. “With something like the Hot Felon, the public may want to ask, Is this really what we want journalists to be doing?””
I miss the old playboy mags… but that is for another day.
“Be naughty today.”
Aaah! 4 days into the new year – lemme explain; my new year starts on my birthdate so not those general new year celebrations 😛
I have promised myself to read more, write more, listen more, walk more, exercise more, play more and say yes more. i rarely take on such daunting challenges coz i am lazy when it comes to seeing things through. now that i think of it, i have several unfinished DIY projects that i have had to discard over the years because of complacency.
Complacency / blase/ rumbustious
ignore that. those are just some words my friend Taata Tim like throwing around but am so going to beat him at his own game. i am going to learn a new word every week and make sure i find innovative ways to use it. (Eh, this will not be that easy… but whattheheck)
See? There i go again derailing from my initial set-track of thought. Mehn!
Anyway….. yes! i am older now. Wiser perhaps but alittle more excited. I am going to take this in good faith and hope that i always post something.
No more excuses!