Old Spooky House – HarsH ReaLiTy

I shared in the post Stonewall Street that I have lived in several homes on that road. The second home we lived in was actually due to being in between homes while we had our new house built in a newly opened empty lot. I would walk down to the construction site after school and watch as the workers worked… or didn’t work, according to their current activity of the day. I found it fascinating how it all coordinated and pieced together into a place we were soon to call home.

While we waited on that house to be built we stayed, rented, a home at the end of street near Poplar Avenue. It was an older home, but had one of those gigantic stone porches, with columns that I have only seen in Memphis. One particular night stands out for me actually in that home that reminded me of why it felt so strange.

It was a Friday and my parents were out on the town. My friend Troy was over for the night and we were hanging out with my big brother, acting babysitter, while my sister read a book upstairs in her room. We were watching something on the television, probably Big Trouble in Little China because I loved that movie and still do, when we heard a chilling scream from above us. I remember time stopping for what seemed like hours, which in a child’s mind is really like 45 seconds and I was 15 at the time, before anyone said anything.

“What the hell was that,” I said looking at my brother first. As older brother and acting babysitter it was his duty to take the lead.

“I don’t know, but Beth is up there,” he said back as Troy got up and looked around with a worried face.

“Yea… I dunno what that was,” I said waiting for him to do something and beginning to feel irritated that he wasn’t.

“You should go up there,” my brother said to me finally.

“Dude! What the hell! You go up there, you are older!” I shouted.

“We’ll all go,” he said finally as he walked to the fireplace and grabbed the fire poker. “Come on, arm yourselves!”

Well it was suddenly kind of exciting and I remember grabbing a knife or two before we slowly headed up the stairs. You remember those scary movies where the floor boards always creak? I remember these stairs creaked so loudly that it felt like they were calling out a warning. We slowly made our way up the stairs and to the room on the left. We peaked in to find her… reading.

“What are you all doing…” she said with an eye roll having heard us not so quietly creak up the stairs.

Above we heard the scrape of a chair and the sound of a baby. It dawned on me and them at the same time that we lived with an apartment above us in this Spooky House and those were our neighbors. Hiding our weapons we creeped back downstairs, disarmed ourselves, and went back to our movie.

Jason C. Cushman

-Opinionated Man


Source: Old Spooky House – HarsH ReaLiTy

Dance of 1000 Hands – BEAUTIFUL

Dance of 1000 Hands – BEAUTIFUL

Read the paragraph below FIRST before you watch the video (& turn-on speakers)
There is an awesome dance, called the Thousand-Hand Guanyin, which is making the rounds across the net. Considering the tight coordination required, their accomplishment is nothing short of amazing, even if they were not all deaf.

Yes, you read correctly. All 63 of the dancers are complete deaf-mutes. Relying only on signals from trainers at the four corners of the stage, these extraordinary dancers deliver a visual spectacle that is at once intricate and stirring. Its first major international debut was in Athens at the closing ceremonies for the 2004 Paralympics.

Imagine finding 63 deaf-mute girls that principally look alike i.e. have the same height and body build…

But it had long been in the repertoire of the Chinese Disabled People’s Performing Art Troupe and had traveled to more than 40 countries.  Its lead dancer is 29 year old Tai Lihua, who has a BA from the Hubei Fine Arts Institute. The video was recorded in Beijing during the Spring Festival this year.


Believe Me

Of Demons And Daydreams

Believe me darling, we’re all okay. We’re made of shattered glasses and broken dreams with words written over and over again till they lose all meaning. They call us the broken and the damaged, but darling, we’re all okay.

There’s a past written on our skylines that they can’t quite read, too focused on the skyrises that speak of only our lack of symmetry. They don’t know that this is what makes us so unique. All bumpy and lopsided and with dilapidated buildings in our pores, exposing the sour truth of our pain forsaken lives.

We’re a city of thought. Our streets wind through gold mines of love lost and hope forgotten; they make a path of situational progress and lack of choice. They think these streets lead nowhere, but they’re wrong.

They tie together all the shops and houses of our memories; a road map of every emotion ever…

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2016-02-14: What I’ve seen this week

Great photos of a wonderful space.

Jennifer Sawicky Photography

I managed to get out shooting yesterday with a few people from the photography group I belong to.  I went without expectations, only with the hope of putting the Tamron through it’s paces, as it is finally back from its second trip to service (and I must say, it seems to be focusing better than when I bought it, so fingers crossed the issues are resolved).  I also took out my new camera, a Panasonic FZ1000, to start learning how to use it, and again, so far so good (and SO lightweight!!!).

I’ve not had much time for editing, so I will post a few now, and a few more photos through the week.

Have a great week everyone 🙂

20160214_What I've seen this week-6 Old man’s beard and other assorted lichens decorate the branches.

20160214_What I've seen this week-4 The flowers of last summer long ago spent.

20160214_What I've seen this week-3 From the ground up…

20160214_What I've seen this week The blue sky didn’t last long…

20160214_What I've seen this week-5 A birth…

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