Saturday, April 20, 2019

Pop corn game

I am at that age where parents and young children look at me weirdly.  Nowadays, they teach people weirdly.  I am a nice person but I guess kids are taught to be weary of strangers.   I am fearful of children, I don't know if they are as innocent as I think they are or if they are just plain evil.

Anyhow, if I was a physed teaching, I would introduce many fun games to young children like the pop corn game.

In order to play the pop corn game, you have to have great listening skills and know how to do the bestest jumping Jack.

I will describe the scene of corn being made into pop corn while the kids will pretend to be the corn being pop into pop corn.

It's a very fun game.

Thursday, April 18, 2019

Good things come to those who wait

It is sometimes true that good things come to those who wait.  I have been woken up many times during the peak of mornings by people who normally do not get up until after three pm.  Apparently, because they are camping or at a hostel beside a mountain, they would like to catch the sunrise. 

I've been catching the sunrise for quite a while so it's very annoying when the latecomers suddenly want to catch the sunrise.  The sun has to rise for quite a while to reach the intended altitude.   You don't really have to be at the peak of the mountain to see it.  Although, it might provide you with a different view.

It's very surprising to be woken up by those 3pm people.  Everytime they propose they want to see the sunrise, I don't take their requests seriously.  Either way, I am always needed because for some reason I am always the oldest.

Saturday, April 13, 2019

A stylus perhaps question mark

I have previously blogged about my dislike of autocorrect and swiping with my fingers.  Perhaps, I need a stylus.

As I grew up from the older generation, I am used to thinking with a pen or pencil in my hand.  Remember that disgusting pencil with bite marks all over it?  I am not someone who does that.

Perhaps, people have been using tablets for peer editing for the longest time.  In my example, you would have a piece of writing in front of your face, you would turn the video on to capture the screen as well as audio so you can say exactly what the mistake is as you circle them.  Circle one, typographical error. Circle two, spelling error. Circle three, enough said, failed paper. Please resubmit and remember it's ten percent off each day past the deadline.

Thursday, April 11, 2019

Notebooks

Recently, I bought a new notebook.  A non-electronic, old fashion notebook.  It is much cheaper to buy such a notebook.  I liked my purchase very much.  The cover of this notebook I speak of is very inviting and the blank pages with borders printed on heavy smooth paper was very nice to write on.  The border was also very cute.

I blog because I enjoy reading my own writing.  I hope other enjoys reading my writing as well. 

I enjoy writing with my own hands because I can proof read better and I write less. 

Lately, I find that when I type on my electronic touch screen device that I incorrect type a word sometimes.  For example, while typing this entry, I typed "old" instead of "own".  I have now corrected this myself. Other times, I find autocorrect interrupts my writing.

When you write with a pen and a paper.  There is just you and the lines you make.  I also like how I can easily draw and doodle freely.  I could also flip to the middle of the book and start writing there.

Also whatever I write, draw or paste onto my notebook, it's truly private, personal, offline and tangible.  What I post online, will always be flat.  When you touch it, it's always a flat screen.  It might be covered by oily fingers but a flat screen is a flat screen.

Lastly, I also don't have to worry about my notebook running out of battery.

I guess I prefer a non-electronic medium more for original work.

My old fashion notebook cannot provide me with any information.  It's blank, an electronic notebook on the other hand can easily get you to a bunch of information and you end up not writing at all.