PROMPT: First Impression

What’s the first impression you want to give people?

There is no first impression I’d like to give everyone. For most people I’m good with “seems decent enough,” but there are people I’d be quite happy to think me a lunatic. I guess the most useful first impression would be to be seen as one who can spot someone who is manipulative, a friendship “level jumper,” or of nefarious intent so as to minimize the approach of such people in the first place. [The problem is that most such people see themselves as charismatic and gregarious rather than as manipulative. They don’t realize their stank shows through.]

If — by Rudyard Kipling [w/ Audio]

If you can keep your head when all about you
   Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
 If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
   But make allowance for their doubting too;
 If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
   Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
 Or being hated don't give way to hating,
   And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
   If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim:
 If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
   And treat those two imposters just the same;
 If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
   Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
 Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
   And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
   And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
 And lose, and start again at your beginnings
   And never breathe a word about your loss;
 If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
   To serve your turn long after they are gone,
 And so hold on when there is nothing in you
   Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
   Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
 If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
   If all men count with you, but none too much;
 If you can fill the unforgiving minute
   With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
 Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
   And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!

Translucent [Haiku]

sunlight shines
 through the butterfly's wing:
  yet, it seems sluggish.

DAILY PHOTO: Big Almaty Lake: Two Views

BOOKS: Absinthe by Tania Brasseur & Tamara Berger

Absinthe: The Forbidden Spirit: An Intoxicating History of the Green FairyAbsinthe: The Forbidden Spirit: An Intoxicating History of the Green Fairy by Tania Brasseur
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

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Release Date: February 27, 2024

The biography of a beverage might not seem exhilarating, but absinthe has no ordinary history. It rose from obscurity as a regional drink indigenous to parts of France and Switzerland to international celebrity by becoming popular with artistic geniuses of the era — e.g. Oscar Wilde. Some of whom credited the drink with more than just a pleasant tipsy sensation. Then it received its own prohibition while other alcoholic beverages remained perfectly legal. Of course, as with other prohibitions, Absinthe’s legend rose and taste for it didn’t disappear. Eventually, its prohibition ended, and absinthe was freed to have a second life.

This book is primarily a history of absinthe’s rollercoaster ride existence. However, it also discusses wormwood and other prominent ingredients, the distillation process, as well as the mythology that grew up around the beverage.

If you’re curious about the beverage and its mythos, I’d recommend you give this book a look.

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The Lake Isle of Innisfree by William Butler Yeats [w/ Audio]

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
   And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
 Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
   And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
   Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
 There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
   And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
   I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
 While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
   I hear it in the deep heart's core. 

PROMPT: Currently Reading

What book are you reading right now?

I’m reading The Man with the Compound Eyes by Wu Ming-Yi because I try to read some literature from every place to which I travel, and this one is with respect to Taiwan.

As I’m never reading just one book, there’s also Geoffrey West’s Scale, Lukianoff & Schlott’s The Cancelling of the American Mind, Stephen Wolfram’s The Second Law, and others.

Glass River [Haiku]

the flowing river
looks still as glass, until
fallen leaf ripples.

DAILY PHOTO: New Market, Kolkata