I would go with PVC tubing for the hamper frame. You still might need a sturdy wood frame for the stool portion, but I have confidence you'll figure it out. Good luck.
I have friends who jumped for joy when Lowes opened a store in Grants Pass. LOL.
By the red glow Of atmospheric events, Aurora, Burning, in a sense. Eden burning, Sunlight shining, Curved, We are round, Not square, Cold energy Masquerading As dark matter. Still, and quiet, Starlight shining Cold and vast, It's soul-blinding, Small, and Smaller by the day Incredible Shrinking-planet This I say; cold, No comfort Greed and hate, Cold-fusion hard, This I do relate. I cry at night Aye, I do weep The rain falls down And then I sleep.
Hmmm. Well, for me, the thing about a short-story is its length, and thus its brevity. The effective and economical use of words is the most critical aspect of short-story writing. Each and every word must move the plot forward, but show the story rather then tell it. A short-story is often like a prose poem in a way, using words to their most effective and often multi-layered potential, creating setting, character and movement with every sentence?
Characterization? Does the character live for you? Are they truly three-dimensional, or are they subtle caricatures of human qualities, what one master referred to as a "bag of bones" (I forget who). Can you see them, what they're doing, are they sympathetic and do they have real human desires and realistic motivations for their activities. The most common mistake writers make when writing is to classify their protagonists as cardboard good and the antagonists as cardboard bad. No villain ever saw himself as such, and every hero has a weakness that is all too human.
Plot? Plot should be driven by the motivations of the main characters, shown rather than told, and in short stories some sort of epiphany or change or shift in consciousness and understanding of the world should customarily occur for the main characters as a result of the plots movement toward the end.
Literary analysis is like judging a book by its words and not its cover. Things should be multi-layered in your analysis, as much or more so than the work itself. I find criticism to be much easier than the actual work itself, though, coming from both sides of the process, so I might be slightly biased toward the extremely difficult nature of crafting a good story. Writers work, and they work hard, to create a successful story.
I love how polarized everything has gotten. Nobody can speak civilly to each other anymore without labels and ad hominem. Maybe it is time for human extinction. At least it would be quieter.
I like that Ginger. To me, it's accepting even those who refuse to accept you. Two wrongs don't make a right, or so I've been taught, so resenting resentment is feeding into a vicious cycle.
I can't make everyone happy. Whatever decision I make, someone's not going to like it. I can only be who I am, not what everyone wants me to be. If I tried to please everyone, I'd end up looking like a pretzel.
Maybe its part of the story that I'm missing but what springs to mind is why these people need an agent in the adoption of this poor animal?
Are they in some way unacceptable to the pound? If so, its probably reasonable to assume they are unfit to take care of a neglected creature, whereas you have been accepted as someone who is? If so, you know what to do.
Cowardice can come in many forms. Emotional cowardice is one of the most insidious, and subtle forms. It is also one of the forms that I, personally despise the most.
It's all well and good when people like us, when we're popular, and we get along. It's a no-brainer, really, when things are going well, that courage is fairly irrelevant.
It's when people don't like you, or judge you in a negative sense, that the choice of courage and cowardice can be a pivotal moment in your development, and the foundation of your self-esteem.
Grace under pressure? So what does that mean, especially when applied to a tense and uncomfortable situation where people in some way disapprove of who you are?
Emotional cowardice would dictate that we either break under the pressure and conform, or lash out at our perceived tormentors in rebellious and anti-social behavior. But there's always a third choice, summed up in some lyrics from the Moody Blues that have always guided me in situations like this.
"There you go man Keep as cool as you can Face piles of trials with smiles It riles them to believe That you perceive the web they weave, And keep on thinking free."
I now open the floor for civil discussion on this? What does courage mean to you?
From dim Catechistic recollection, Sheol, Hebrew for grave, is the first Death, and we sleep in Sheol until Resurrection, and then we are Judged. Those who are not written in the Book of Life are cast into the Lake of Fire, which is the second, and final Death.
Funny story Ken. The day I was set to delete my account is the day I got my first flower from Joli. You can't hurry what's right, you can just enjoy the ride until right happens.
Daughter of Ygraine and Gorlois. Arthur's half-sister; the le Fay portion of her name comes from the association in legend she has with the Fair Folk of the Old World.
Some may see What they Want to see And some may judge A book by its cover, But of the words inside They are no lover.
They that judge By surface Appearances Have no desire To understand.
And they might see The things they see Because a mirror Reflects, it doesn't reject, And it doesn't judge.
And however you want To try and twist the The truth that You don't know, Times will change And the river will flow, Death a door through Which we all must go.
What awaits we may debate Like crickets chirping When the hour is late. Like most rhetoric, The words mean nothing The feelings behind are Fleeting and momentary, And all we are left with Is a taste in our mouth Ashes and dreams and The things gone south.
In my mind it doesn't matter who Ozymandius really was. He has become a metaphor for human hubris and the inevitable decay of any human endeavor attempting at immortality.
OZYMANDIAS
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Better known as Emperor Claudius. The Nero name was an honorific addended to his name after becoming the paterfamilias of the Nerones Household through adoption. Claudius was often seen as weak because of his physical disability, but was, in reality a capable administrator. His infirmity allowed him to survive several purges during Caligula's reign because he was not seen as a threat by the depraved and despotic ruler.
I could go on for hours, but it would be easier to read the book. Perhaps the most famous fictional book on him was I, Claudius.
You can look outside of yourself for yourself all you want, or flee from yourself by constant external diversion, but the search, or the flight from, will always end up back with the self.
"What the hell are you?"
"I'm a Mog. Half Man, half dog. I'm my own best friend." - Barf, Spaceballs.
Gettysburg was a Civil War battle not evolutionary war. Washington would have to have been a very lively corpse to be doing any commanding in the 1860's.
"Slower, he walked along in his thoughts and asked himself: “But what is this, what you have sought to learn from teachings and from teachers, and what they, who have taught you much, were still unable to teach you?” And he found: “It was the self, the purpose and essence of which I sought to learn. It was the self, I wanted to free myself from, which I sought to overcome. But I was not able to overcome it, could only deceive it, could only flee from it, only hide from it. Truly, no thing in this world has kept my thoughts thus busy, as this my very own self, this mystery of me being alive, of me being one and being separated and isolated from all others, of me being Siddhartha! And there is no thing in this world I know less about than about me, about Siddhartha!” - Siddhartha, Herman Hesse.
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RE: What can I learn from this?
I learned don't bet a bluff on an inside straight in stud poker. How's that for positive?