Poetry and Photography
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night” Steve Martin
Peekaboo, I see You
Hey you, yellow dot
Up in the sky
Why are you trying to hide
Come on, shine through
And give us some hot
Give us the groove
I know you got
Plenty to share
So just dare
And let some warmth
Into our hearts
Before the storms
Show up for their parts
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“The Internet destroyed most of the barriers to publication. The cost of being a publisher dropped to almost zero with two interesting immediate results: anybody can publish, and more importantly, you can publish whatever you want.” Dick Costolo
Blogging 201: Day Six: Dig Deep into a Social Network
Today’s Assignment: pick one social network you’ll use to help grow your blog. Then, outline a plan for how you’ll use it.
Why do this?
• Because blogging is about building a community, and other social networks have ready-made communities.
• Because social networks are a great place to continue tangential conversations and experiment with content. Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, LinkedIn…where to start? A big brand might use every single one, but a big brand also has a social media department. You have the Department of You, so be selective.
I went “social media” the first day of my blog: Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Flickr, 500px, LiveJournal, Tumbler, Pinterest, Google+ and LikendIn.
All the posts published are sub-posted on these sites. I am getting followers from all these sites and even feedback given through them or email. I don’t see a blog surviving without the social media, with the good and the bad which it contains. I have said it in the past and will say again: I have a love-hate relationship with the social media, but as the old adage goes: Better the Devil you know 😉
Related posts:
Blogging 201, Day Four: Give ‘Em What They Want
Some Social Media Bullshit
“There are no heroes. No villains. Only people with different agendas” Stick, Daredevil
Serial Sundays
Dear Reader,
Welcome to Serial Sundays!
For the posts related to Serial Sundays, The Rantings Of A Third Kind will be presenting stories published every week during, well Sundays of course 😉
The first series posted is the continuing saga of the Treasure Hunters. A tale of time travelling, change of identities and a little adventure on the side. Parts one and two were originally published for the Writing 101 challenge. Today the story will continue with part three.
Please find the links to currently available posts:
The Treasure Hunters, Part One
The Treasure Hunters, Part Two
The Treasure Hunters, Part Three
Enjoy!
“Not all treasure‘s silver and gold, mate”
Jack Sparrow, Pirates Of The Caribbean: The Curse Of The Black Pearl
The Treasure Hunters
It was just another day at the office. The lost and found box weekly walk through task had fallen on my desk this week. Procrastinating on starting the tedious job, I decided to get a refill for my coffee and take the box to an empty meeting room and sort out the lot there on the conference table.
I was starting with the task at hand, pulling each item and sorting them to their respective piles on the table. An odd glove, an empty wallet, a photo frame with a photo of a Disneyland visit, a few coins, when a crumpled piece of paper caught my eye.
I picked it up, curious, because the paper was yellow and thick, nothing like the printer papers we used for the…
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BACK TO PART ONE OF TREASURE HUNTERS
“There is more treasure in books, than in all the pirate’s loot on Treasure Island”
The Treasure Hunters, Part Two
I started slowly walking towards the ship. It would be my best option to get more info on what was going on. Just hoping these people, who ever they were, would be the friendly sort.
“Ahoy there!” I shouted and waved my hand as I approached the crew of the ship.
Who obviously was the Captain and the two crewmen standing beside him, turned and looked at me. They then looked at each other, obviously surprised of my presence.
“Who are you and where do you come from lad?” The Captain asked me.
‘Lad?’ I must have also changed appearance and sex since my transportation or teleportation or what ever it was that got me here in the first place. I was thoughtful and tried…
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Part three of The Treasure Hunter Series; the continuing saga being published weekly for Serial Sundays.
BACK TO PART TWO OF TREASURE HUNTERS
“A box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid” J. R. R. Tolkien
The Treasure Hunters, Part Three
My feet were not used to running barefoot, and I could feel each and every little stick and stone along the path. I just hoped we would reach our destination, soon.
The little rag tag group formed of myself and the recently acquainted pirates finally reached the camp. From what I could tell, realistically, the hike up the hill could not have been more than a few kilometres. Unfortunately it felt more like a marathon to me and my poor bare feet. What I would have given for a foot bath and a massage right now!
I was seated by a tall wooden table, sitting on the hard bench. A person, who obviously seemed to be a cabin boy, had brought a bowl of some sort of grub and a chalice filled with what tasted like wine. OK, so this was no gourmet meal. Certainly no competition for any fast food meal I had eaten in the past either. But at this point, hearing my stomach growling, I would have settled for a bowl of cooked stones. I could not believe how unbelievable hungry I actually was.
“So, Lad, which boat did you serve on?” The Captain, sitting on the other end of the table, asked me.
“I um, ” Come on think, think, I was telling myself. It had been a while since I watched any films, especially those of adventure and pirates! Then it hit me: “The Black Pearl, Sir!” Nice save dumbass I told myself.
The Captain looked puzzled for a while before he replied, “The Black Pearl? I don’t recall a ship by that name. What was the name of your Captain, Lad?” He ogled me suspiciously.
“Sparrow, Sir, Captain Sparrow.” I tried to pull the best innocent look on my face I could muster. It sure had worked before. At least when I was still me that is.
“Sparrow, Sparrow…” The Captain repeated thoughtfully, rubbing his beard in the process. Then he stopped and looked at me, or rather right through me. He let out a laugh: “I do recall a Captain Sparrow. Tough as nails! No wonder you are on the run!”
So, the little white lie sank in! Great! But now, the Captain believed me to be a runaway. I didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing at this point. After a moment of silence, staring at my feet, trying to look guilty as the suspect of being on the run, I looked up.
“Yes, he was. That’s why I left.”
“And I suppose you are looking for a new hiring?” The Captain asked, this time very politely.
Well, I guess I was looking for a job. I had nothing but the clothes on my back, no shoes, no food. So yes, I needed a job, a place to stay and the means to find my way back.
“Yes.” I replied simply.
The cabin boy had been filling the drinks and as he had heard the Captain’s comments asking me about the job, he looked at me, smirked and gave me a wink.
“Well, laddie,” The Captain replied, “You look like you are made of a stern stuff. Consider yourself hired!”
I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, but come what may, I was now officially a pirate!
“Thank you, Sir!” Good thing I had been watching a lot of television and movies in the past. I at least had some idea of how the people talked in the past. At least I hoped the Hollywood types had not taken too many artistic liberties!
“Welcome on board!” The cabin boy said to me. It was actually the first time I heard him speak and I was surprised he sounded more like a girl than a young boy.
“Thank you!” I think. I just wasn’t sure.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART FOUR
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