31-Day Blog Challenge, #30
WHERE HAVE YOU TRAVELED
Oh, it’s almost a Roy Batty moment, this. “I’ve… seen things you people wouldn’t believe… All those… moments… will be lost in time, like tears… in… rain.”
I have seen the savannahs of Africa and grave slow elephants melting into the shadows of an African sunset.
I’ve swum amongst the coral towers and played with dolphins in the islands of the South Pacific.
I’ve ridden an airboat in the Everglades, gazed on the Grand Canyon, and walked the streets of New York City;
I’ve flown a small plane over the fjords of New Zealand’s South Island; I’ve seen both Niagara and Victoria Falls; I walked by the Seine and climbed the Eiffel Tower; and I’ve been to both Land’s End and John o’Groats, the ragged edges of the British Isles.
I’ve been to Dublin, and seen the Book of Kells. I’ve watched albatross hatchlings shiver in their nests in an Antipodean hatching ground. I’ve seen two oceans meet at the Cape of Good Hope, and stood on top of Cape Town’s Table Mountain looking for Halley’s Comet.
I’ve been to the Vienna woods, the Acropolis, the Colliseum, and the canals of Amsterdam. I drank young wine at Grinzig, and skated on a magical pond in the middle of the woods in Banff on a dark winter evening.
So many stories. So many stories to tell.
America’s most surprising banned books
From Invisible Man to Little Red Riding Hood, these books have all fallen afoul of censors
Where’s Waldo? rose to popularity in the mid-1990s, challenging young readers to find the lanky, bespectacled Waldo in various crowded scenes. The problem wasn’t the perpetually lost protagonist; it was a sunbathing woman suffering a wardrobe malfunction the size of a pinhead in a corner of one of Martin Hanford’s drawings. The exposed breast got the book banned in Michigan and New York.
Quote of the day
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.“ ― Anaïs Nin
Fairy tales are the soul of the world…
I can get behind that. Or at least behind ‘Little Mermaid’ as told by Hans Christian Andersen,
There’s a lot of fun in singing lobsters, but I”m not sure how much soul. Disney versions of beloved fairytales are those stories seen in a mirror, one that takes deep and fundamental truths and sorrows and reflects them back as entertainment.
And I say this as one who grew up with the Disney versions of Snow White and Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty and loved them with a fierce love when I was young.