It’s been almost one full year since I last responded to a Daily Post prompt. It’s the weekend, and I feel as if I haven’t really done much today, so I decided that I wanted to write something creative, and looked to the Daily Post for an idea. The Daily Post has been a project that’s been going on since 2011 (and possibly even before that), and I’m impressed that they’ve kept it going for this long. When I first participated in the Daily Post, it was the blog-everyday challenge in 2011, which I successfully completed. It’s nice to know that the people running the Daily Post are continuing the project, and if I ever want to write but don’t have any topics, I can still look to them for help. Today’s topic is about living in two places. Unfortunately, because I don’t really like traveling, I can’t really give a comprehensive and informed answer to this prompt. However, with the little knowledge I do have about the world, I would like to live in one cold, snowy place, and one very warm place. To make things more concrete but keep it simple, I guess we can say Chicago and Los Angeles. My opinion about the snowy winter has changed throughout my life. For the past handful of years, I have been strongly against snow, because it only ever causes hassles for me. But, the first snowfall happened yesterday, and there is something I appreciate about snow that I haven’t felt before – the pure white lighting up the dark night. The reason I never really liked snowfall is probably because it always held me back from doing something. It prevented me from driving safely to another location, it prevented the bus routes from continuing on schedule and made me walk back home during university, etc. Yes, this snowfall did prevent me from driving – I ended up spending the night at our family business instead of making the half-hour drive back home. But, I regularly spend the night at our business anyway to save gas, and I actually prefer it there because I get to be alone and peaceful. With all these concerns gone, it was actually soothing watching the snow fall and pile up in our parking lot. Once it’s time for me to move on to the other city for the remaining 50% of my day, I would head on over to the warm environment. My car with ten inches of piled snow and frozen windshields/windows wouldn’t even matter, because it would probably instantly melt as it arrived in the hot sunlight. So, not only would these two different cities be used to counteract the hassle that the winter brings, but it also satisfies my new appreciation for seasonal diversity – being able to enjoy great weather, as well as the interesting sights brought to us by snowfall.
If you could split your time evenly between two places, and two places only, which would these be?Source: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/a-tale-of-two-cities/
If you know me, you know that I like everything in moderation and balance. So, I think it would be unsurprising when I say that I like spring and autumn a lot more than winter and summer. Autumn is actually my favorite season. Based off what I just said, it’s obvious that my favorite would be either spring and autumn. Spring is nice and exciting and foretelling of growth and expansion, while autumn is like the evening of a day when you look back at what you’ve accomplished and feel the relaxation of winding down and resting for the night. Although I like getting inspired to complete great things and finish great projects, I like seeing the results of them even more. Autumn seems to reflect the moment when everything is done and you know that the pleasure of your completed work is on its way. It signals the calm that’s about to come, and I think the calm and peace is very important after a hard day of work. Less figuratively and more literally, I also like autumn because it’s when my seasonal allergies end. I usually have allergies around August and early September, and autumn is right about the time when my allergies go away. On top of that, the weather is fitting for me to wear a t-shirt, long jeans, and boots – probably my favorite outfit because it’s so simple and comfortable, yet neat. So, going back to the prompt, autumn actually doesn’t fill my heart with warmth – it actually cools it down. But of course, I like cooling down rather than warming up, so that’s a good thing.
Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread? Source: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/autumn-leaves/
Although this sounds a bit narcissistic, if I could choose anyone to narrate my blog into an audiobook, I would pick myself. If I were to ask someone else to narrate my blog, I feel as if they would not be able to portray the implied emotions in the text properly, while I could (seeing as I wrote all the posts). So, I think that everything I was feeling while writing the posts – excitement, frustration, etc. – would not all accurately be portrayed by someone else at all the appropriate and relevant times. Of course, these emotions aren’t all portrayed explicitly through the text either. However, because that emotion is not specifically described and written out, it is open for interpretation. Even if someone were to guess an emotion associated with a post or a sentence, there’s no way they can prove if they are right or wrong. Thus, even after a guess is made, that interpretation is still available, and acts as a challenging element to encourage people to question if they are actually right in their interpretation. On the other hand, in audiobooks, that emotion is explicitly portrayed through the tone of the voice. If the narrator were to read a sentence with the wrong emotion, (s)he is explicitly portraying it incorrectly. There is very little room for open interpretation while listening to the sound of someone’s voice, so if the narrator is wrong, they are simply wrong, and there is little questioning and doubting to do. Thus, in order to eliminate the chance for error, and for the most accurate possible representation of the content of my blog, I would pick myself to be the narrator. Now, hopefully I won’t forget what I was feeling at the time of each of my 1,000+ blog posts and portray my own work incorrectly.
“Your blog is about to be recorded into an audiobook. If you could choose anyone — from your grandma to Samuel L. Jackson — to narrate your posts, who would it be?” Source: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/voice-work/
Unsurprisingly, I don’t really have that many hand-me-downs in my life. In the literal sense, I don’t have any older siblings (or any siblings at all), so there hasn’t really been any clothing, toys, or other used physical possessions that I inherited. I recall cousins attempting to donate clothing to me about once or twice, but the clothing always ends up being the wrong size or looking absurdly hilarious. Even in the figurative sense, where I’m being handed down concepts, ideas, or beliefs, I feel as if I am generally underexposed to those as well. I read and gather a lot of knowledge and information from many different sources on a daily basis, but when I gain this information, I accept it in its appropriate context. For example, when I hear someone’s opinion on a particular topic, I think of it as just that – someone’s opinion. I don’t feel as if I am being handed down their beliefs that I am obligated to accept. Instead, I store that information away and tag it as “something that someone else thinks.” Overall, I’m very much of a self-doer and self-thinker. Although it’s easy and convenient to look to others for advice, I prefer to work things out and discover things on my own, and choose to do so when time or efficiency isn’t a high priority. For example, if I have a very difficult task to finish by tomorrow, I ask for help; if I have a very difficult task to finish by next year, I take the challenge and figure it out myself. Flipping this in reverse, I also don’t really like to “hand down” my beliefs as well. When someone asks me for advice, I always make sure to put it in an appropriate context by giving background information and supporting evidence. For example, when advising someone, I will always give a summary on my qualifications in that particular field, as well as the original sources where I got my information. That way, the person on the receiving end can make their own determination if I am reliable or not.
“Clothes and toys, recipes and jokes, advice and prejudice: we all have to handle all sorts of hand-me-downs every day. Tell us about some of the meaningful hand-me-downs in your life.” Source: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/hand-me-downs/
I actually don’t really have any strange places from where I’ve posted to my blog, because about 99% of my blog entries are done at home on my laptop in the comfort of my room (even though the actual geographic location of my room has changed various times throughout the existence of my website). Occasionally I’ll post to my blog from the library or from some common area when I’m bored, but nothing too ridiculous – it’s already some sort of area where a bunch of people are on their laptops doing something, so I didn’t particularly stand out. However, one specific away-from-home blogging experience that I clearly remember is on the last day of my junior year of high school. I was sitting in the literacy center, which was a special room all the way in the back of the library that normally is a working area for students who are not up to par with conventional reading standards. Even though my level of reading was fine, I still liked to do stuff in the literacy center because it was so quiet and peaceful in there. After my last final exam, during the free time I had before heading out to catch the school bus, I wrote a pretty frustrated blog post as an overview to my junior year. Pretty much what I was getting at was that I thought I was a lot more prepared and capable than I actually thought I was. I basically gave myself a misconception that just because I was quicker to catch on and more intuitive than any of my peers, it would make up for me being lazy – which it didn’t. My grades and overall academic performance ended up being awful, and my blogging at school was somewhat of a symbolic act – although I didn’t exactly know what it symbolized. Today, writing that blog post over four years ago is still clear in my memory. I don’t know exactly why, because as of today it doesn’t really have much of a meaning to me (meaning that writing that blog post didn’t change me significantly or didn’t set off a catalyst for change), but it still ended up being memorable.
What’s the strangest place from which you’ve posted to your blog? When was the last time you were out and about, and suddenly thought, “I need to write about this!”?Source: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/12/daily-prompt-strange/