Leaving You My Legacy…Use it Wisely

I’m trying to imagine myself at the end of my life, which is hard because I like to think about the present and because I’m still so young. What’s my legacy? Will I leave behind a chest of riches in my will? I can’t say for certain, and its a long shot, but the wealthier side of my family most definitely could, but probably won’t. Will I have my name and picture all over old movie posters or written upon books and other creative works? Most likely no though it’s not too late to try. Will I always be remembered as the guy who figured out how to extend my tongue in order to lick my elbow? Perhaps if I get myself stretched out.

0527 Down the Beach

There’s no certainty that I’ll have anything to be remembered by when I reach the end of my life besides this blog that would be downloaded onto a high density SD card and buried in a time capsule with other stuff from my life. Someone could uncover that capsule, find the card, put it into some type of computer, maybe the obsolete tablet in 2125, and read about my life or what I did to try to impress bloggers on the Internet, which by then would be as easy as swiping at the air and bringing up webpages. They could then be led to all the other stuff I have left as legacies on the old net, such as my Facebook, Twitter, Google +, YouTube, Flickr, and now most recently, Vine account. They may or may not be impressed but most definitely could learn how my life was like in a world where traditional communication ceased to exist and a society of social outcasts have risen.

There has never been much consideration in my life to become famous, because I’m pretty content with my quiet lifestyle as it is and getting to do things without feeling bothered or the pressure to impress. I’m not saying I don’t ever want to be famous, because it sure is fun, but it seems so trivial when in the end we all die the same and don’t take the money or accomplishments with us to wherever we end up. And getting there involves burning some bridges, most of which I can’t afford to lose.

The only lasting legacy I could feel certain leaving behind would be my future kids (one named Liam, perhaps?) learning valuable lessons from me and knowing how to cope in their environment. One of the things they might learn from me is how to use the Internet in a safe and productive way and to avoid getting the deep depression that comes from the fickle nature of humans who ignore certain things and highly praise others. It’s not that important in the end. My other legacy to my kids would be them learning from me how to be good photographers and not waste a shot on anything. Look at the world like a photographer, see the shapes and lines, frame your scenes in your head or with your hands.

But the most important thing that I could very well be remembered by, maybe through my future ancestors, is all the lives I have inadvertently helped save by donating a portion of my blood-plasma two times a week for the last four years. There are people out there that are alive and well because of my heroic efforts, my unselfishness. Even if I am getting paid for my donations, I probably wouldn’t go through with it otherwise, it’s still nice to know there’s a part of me in a number of lucky individuals out there. That’s my legacy to the world, having helped sustain the human race. My life force literally lives in another person, copies of my own DNA mixing and mingling with others. Wouldn’t it be ironic if that person is my future wife?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Don’t You Forget About Me.”

Imagine yourself at the end of your life. What sort of legacy will you leave? Describe the lasting effect you want to have on the world, after you’re gone.

WPC: Door to History

Day 219 - Looking In

The Parlour – Old Fashioned Ice Cream

The Parlour is a little slice of heaven I have always loved to go to since I was a baby essentially. The ice cream there has never failed to satisfy me, with the Dare to be Great always the monster feat on the menu, the signature product that many have tried to conquer but have failed. This place has had its history of closings, renovations, reopenings, and financial troubles, but it still proves to be one of the more popular places to eat in my hometown. Even people from other states know about this little gem and probably come here when they visit Michigan. The one thing in this iconic place that has not been replaced through all these years is an old-fashioned jukebox or Wurlitzer, that stands in a corner near the entrance. I don’t think it works anymore but it is a symbol of the Parlour’s original 1950s roots.

Weekly Photo Challenge: “Door.”


The floppy disk…a clunky cumbersome
The iPod…had a nice ride
CRT monitors…shed their weight
VCRs…all the days we laughed and cried

Those game cartridges…will miss the blowing
1 hour photo…how I remember the sorting

Noisy dial-up…that nostalgic sound
Polaroid picture…loved to shake it around

They’ve all gone to a land
A land where all inventions eventually rest
Where all the things that have lost purpose
Become fragments of history at the best

But someday people will be obsolete
Being replaced by mighty machines
Will be fragments of yourself
That used to cook and clean

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Going Obsolete.”

Of all the technologies that have gone extinct in your lifetime, which one do you miss the most?

If I had to answer that honestly, I would say I miss the Polaroid camera the most, because it reminds me of my grandma who absolutely loved the device, but in fact I have a place in my heart for all the tech that has gone extinct or is getting there (Apple’s iPod being replaced by all-in-one smartphones and other more convenient devices), most of it going to Obsoleteville before I even turned 14. I expect music CDs to be joining the lineup in the near future – I don’t think I’ve bought one in nearly 10 years.

A Visit to the hairdressers


Very interesting story. Has a little Edgar Allen Poe edge to it with the “dead bird”.

Originally posted on Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss:

Now to explain a few things, Heidi is not just a hairdresser. She has become a sort of personal friend. My usual good looks are in her hands to keep them good and anything that happens to the growth on my head is her responsibility. I decided it was time for another visit as in a week I will be in Germany for my son’s wedding and what bridegrooms mother goes to a son’s wedding without a visit to the hairdresser. Today was one of the hottest days in the year and Mr. Swiss kindly offered to play chauffeur bringing me to the saloon and fetching me afterwards.

I entered the saloon and was greeted by “Hi Pat” and Heidi was waving her scissors in the air ready for the attack, although she already had one victim.

Dead bird at the hairdressers

Another greeting was the cage at the entrance. Perhaps it was one of Heidi’s…

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Cee’s Fun Foto: Numbers and Letters

The next installment of Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge this week deals with pictures that contain both letters and numbers. Trying to breath some new life into my photographic hobby and find new objects and use new perspective, I thought about what I have learned so far about taking good pictures and applied those techniques today while out walking around. One of those things that came to mind was the Rule of Thirds.
A lottery ticket – what are my chances of winning anything? Apparently not a whole lot.
netters_yardstickNo matter how hard I try, I can never get the hang of the metric system, nor can any American for that matter.
netters_speedlimitI can’t drive 15. Rotated on a slight angle to appear big and bold.
netters_licenseIt’s my car’s license plate, using the Rule of Thirds.
netters_houseA house code – 2737A. Another example of the Rule of Thirds.
netters_forsaleHouse for Sale – don’t call the number, please!
18 large eggs, one for each hole of golf.

Summertime in the Rose City

Summer Hangout

Frosty Boy opens annually during the summer in Jackson

It’s summertime here in southern Michigan, so that means a number of things: going to the lake, shaking out the snow white legs, eating ice cream outdoors, and watching a bunch of fringe sports until the real main attraction comes back in the fall. So far this summer, I’ve done every one of those things except the first because I guess we’re too lazy or tired to make the trip to a lake this year.

The real highlight of the summer so far though has been going to a June 9th baseball game at Comerica Park between the Tigers and the Cubs. The stadium sitting just across the street from the Lions’ Ford Field is magnificent and no matter where you are seated you get an excellent view of the game going on the field, as my folks did sitting in the third tier. The Tigers dominated and won the game, but it was Tigers outfielder Rajai Davis’ amazing over the wall robbing catch of a potential home run that I remember the most.

The Rose Parade is an annual tradition here

There was also the Rose Parade in my hometown of Jackson which I got all on video and have yet to do anything with. The 57th incarnation of it. It included around four local marching bands, three floats or cars of Rose pageant queens, two men in superhero costumes (Batman and “Captain Jackson”), one happy go lucky but equally creepy Ronald McDonald character and one marching Monty Python Spam-a-Lot ensemble. It was altogether a wonderful day at the parade, even if I was too old to receive candy from the throwers and gave a potentially free stick of cotton candy I found lying on the ground untouched back to the vendor who supposedly dropped it. There was a cop right across the street from where the cotton candy lay and I obviously didn’t want to look suspicious or fall for some unintentional bait.

Here is an excerpt from the Rose Parade website as to how my city got its nickname:

In 1922 the Town Improvement Society approved the idea of a rose garden for the Ella Sharp Park as a memorial to Ella W. Sharp, the donor of 550 acres of land to the city and the first president of the Town Improvement Society. Society members planted roses and developed the garden, which was dedicated in 1926. Five years later, the rose was chosen as the official flower for Jackson and we became the Rose City.

A pretty straightforward tale that I just found out today.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “In the Summertime.”

If it’s autumn or winter where you live, what are you most looking forward to doing next summer? If it’s spring or summer where you are, what has been the highlight of the season so far for you?

Generation Tech

“Kids these days…”, they always say about the generation immediately following theirs. That’s something I’m already muttering in my early 20s at the kids that enjoy nonsensical pop trash and teeny bopper music and seem to have no interest in anything else. The kids born in the latter half of the 21st centry so far will never know what the world was like before the Internet and all of the social media portals out there. Kids that are setting out to have careers posting six second videos on Vine or using Instagram as a way to get famous and seem to think it’s the most important thing in the world, shutting out everything else, anger me, because I’ve think they’ve forgetten or have never known there was more to do out there, such as having a life outside. It’s the young kids or ones in their early teens thinking goofing off in front of a camera and making vulgar language is what gets them far in life…and it’s sad to say but there are career pathways for that and lots of money to be earned.

I may technically be apart of this generation since I was born at the start of the 90s and have grown up mostly in the 21st century, but I tend to think I’m from a time when the Internet was just a mere infant, television wasn’t quite HD yet, but fuzzy and kind of blah looking, and mobile phones were still big ugly bricks. When I think of my early childhood, I think of the shows I used to watch and when I look at the shows young’uns are watching today and seem to enjoy, I question them a bit because the programs just don’t look that good to me. Maybe it’s just my age, but it seems as if kid shows are more adult oriented now and way too modern looking with all the gadgets in them.

What I understand the least from the generation of people after me, or “Generation Z”, people born in the mid 90s to early 21st century:

How all of these memes and viral sensations get started and why I’m always one of the last to know about them. And why everyone seems to go wild over them and then as soon as something new comes along, they forget about it. Before 2005, the most exciting thing I could most likely find on the Internet was the dancing baby.

Why so many kids now are resorting to the selfie, the most narcissistic form of entertainment on the Internet. One or two on occasion is nice but when one dedicates a whole album or website to one, that is where things start getting weird. The whole “me, me, me” attitude and vibes of just wanting attention irritate me, but I’m probably being a hypocrite because I have done the same thing.

Why young kids are so into “Call of Duty”, “Minecraft”, and other games devoting entire fan clubs around them. On YouTube, the majority of gaming videos seem to be centered around those two games, which gets quite annoying for me. It’s also a bit annoying when there are entire channels devoted to one game, as if we have enough videos of them already. I don’t plan my whole day or week around playing these games and I’m sure not going to devote my whole life to them.

When I see kids with smartphones and tablets. Seriously? Start them at a young age, I guess.

What I can learn from the Zeds:

How to stay young, fresh minded and have a realist look about the future, knowing how to obtain goals instead of just flirting with them. It seems as if all Zeds have no fear at all when it comes to the idea of advancing in this world. They all want to succeed and aren’t letting any strings hold them back. Many of them know very well how to grasp an audience and build a brand in the digital age, as if they were born for it, and that is something I really want to get a hold of. The Zeds are also really big on entrepreneurship and being self-sufficient, and in a kind of world that is putting more pressure on one to take things into their own hands and be more creative, this is a skill that I definitely would love to hone.

I’m still not sure what generation pool I fall into. I could be a millennial (Generation Y) or post-millennial (Generation Z). It’s a bit of crisis for me. In terms of this post, I could be talking about what I least like about my own generation and why I just don’t seem to fit into it at times.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Generation XYZ.”

Think about the generation immediately younger or older than you. What do you understand least about them — and what can you learn from them?


Four Walls and a Roof


My elementary school in Parma, MI. Still seems like yesterday when looking at this photo I snapped


The “dream house” on the side of my road, as I call it


During the brief “yellow car game” fad of 2010, this was taken


The house that I lived in for the shortest time, not even a year

I have lived in many houses in my lifetime, have moved around inside a radar like area staying close to the certain hotspot amenities that I had gotten used to my whole life. Many good things and bad things happened in these houses and they all have their own set of events according to my storyline so far. Whenever I think of one particular house I lived in, I know the exact time period and what was going on in my life at the time, what sort of things were on my mind. The elementary school I went to, as seen in the above picture taken last year, looks as if nothing has changed with it the last time I was sitting in a classroom there in 2003 – of course, with a small town like Parma, nothing seems to change.

Cee’s Black and White Challenge: Houses

Rainbow Celebration

The fight is over
The time has come
The finish line has been crossed
The rainbow warriors have won

For traditions have been broken
The past is left behind
Love is limitless
You can marry well, be fine

Go out and enjoy the air
And dance all day in the streets
For the top has been popped
And it’s a stream that’s moving free
Going to engulf the world
Never going to stop until they’re all happy and free

And you might as well drink some milk,
In honor of the man
Who proved that there’s nothing you can’t do
If you believe that you can

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Celebrate Good Times.”

You receive some wonderful, improbable, hoped-for good news. How do you celebrate?