cherydactyl: (aging gracefully)
I have so many things I would like to do in life, I think I need several lifetimes to do them all. Concurrent ones might be nice, but consecutive is fine too.

It occurs to me that a long-lived male person is easy to conceive of...Lazurus Long, for example. The problem with conceiving a similarly long-lived female is in reproductive timelines. Unlike men who mature sexually and pretty much stay viable and potent, women have a definite reproductive lifecycle defined by a limited number of ova, which are said to be created before she is born. Or, at least the men don't decline because of reproductive schedule, only due to overall health.

Would a long-lived female only be able to live the bulk of her life post-menopausally? Or would it imply she had an extra-big set of eggs, that her 'monthly' cycles only happened once per year, or less frequently? Were of longer duration? Would it mean she violated the rule of being born with all the ova she would ever have? Would menopause after a few hundred years of cycling mean impending death within a few decades?

How annoying it is that men could easily be supposed to be long lived and fully potent for their duration, but to have an immortal woman be believable requires one to consider her reproductive stage. Well, I guess really it requires *me* to consider it. I can't help it that I must critically examine ideas. Truly I can't.

I heard somewhere (I believe it was a Frazz strip, bolstered by Roald Dahl's Matilda, I suppose), that mammals have a certain number of heart beats in their lifetimes and then they are done. Which explains why exercise is so good for longevity, because although heart rates peak during exercise, it also causes a slower heart beat at rest.

To paraphrase George Carlin, these are things I think about when the computer is downloading and my family are asleep (so I can't make too much noise).

p.s. I keep thinking I need to write down some of these ideas in a file and start writing short stories.

p.p.s. I did finally start reading The Ode Less Traveled by Stephen Fry this morning. Maybe poetry first. Then later, I can tackle drawing, painting, photography, sailing, fencing, aikido, tai chi, game design, juggling, calligraphy, paper making, baking, science reporting, essay writing, mountain climbing, and all the other hobbies I would like to pursue but don't have time for.

Play Café

Dec. 8th, 2007 04:56 pm
cherydactyl: (Cheryl The Monarch)
The sounds of over-excited children and café stereo mingle.
I read the day’s news and events
With one eye on the screen,
And another watching for bumps and bruises to the person or the ego of my charges.

It is noisy and lively, echoing with conversations banal and sublime,
Between adults and between children,
With an occasional cross-generational discussion,
Often involving food, but sometimes on the subjects of politeness or safety.

Birthday parties come and go as the afternoon winds away,
With bright bows on paper-wrapped packages,
Zebra- and leopard-print balloons,
And children in inappropriately dressy clothes.

Another mother mentions that her child has just been in his first fight,
Deep in the bowels of the play structure behemoth.
She looks concerned, but does not attempt to follow the boy into the sprawling labyrinth,
Only watching from the outside, craning her neck to see.

Other parents gamely if awkwardly navigate the narrow, low-ceilinged, twisting pathways.
The rope walkways hurt my knees; the slide is too fast.
The children are more suited to the close quarters, darting like chipmunks.
I suppose that is the point.

Macaroni and cheese sits unattended and growing cold,
The child who demanded it having eaten a few bites and then run off to play again.
My latte is sweet and slightly astringent, growing colder with each passing moment.
My laptop is warm, my mind blank.

The children do not want to leave, though they have been playing for hours.
cherydactyl: (Default)
Enlightening beings are like lotus flowers,
With roots of kindness, stems of peace,
Petals of wisdom,
Fragrance of conduct.

Enlightening beings turn the wheel of teaching
Just like what the Buddhas turn;
Conduct is its hub, concentration the spokes;
Knowledge is their adornment, wisdom is their sword.

- The Flower Ornament Scripture, trans. by Thomas Cleary From Everyday Mind, a Tricycle book edited by Jean Smith, Tricycle's Daily Dharma: September 14, 2007
cherydactyl: (lemmings)
I was cruising through old posts and tried an old meme again:

Haiku2 for cherydactyl
don't even need
to be able to invent
a game convention
Created by Grahame


Oct. 25th, 2006 11:11 pm
cherydactyl: (Default)
Haiku2 for cherydactyl
my meditation
subject for a while my
mind as i stopped
Created by Grahame

Haiku2 for cherydactyl
every day by
looking inward caring and
giving you enjoy
Created by Grahame


Jun. 17th, 2006 11:52 am
cherydactyl: (Default)
LiveJournal Haiku!
Your name:cherydactyl
Your haiku:never get there the
mirage stops you from being from
being from being from being
Created by Grahame

It took a few tries to get one that wasn't awful, and I wonder if the repeats are a glitch. But I like this one.
cherydactyl: (Default)
When you see this on your f'list, quote something from Shakespeare. (By way of [ profile] drusni. Thanks!)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

-- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116
cherydactyl: (Default)
[ profile] tlatoani recently mentioned the OEDILF (Omnificent Englidh Dictionary in Limerick Form): I was quite intrigued.

I've submitted two limericks so far. Here they are. )


Aug. 1st, 2005 11:39 pm
cherydactyl: (Default)
time and space in vacuum
meditate on stillness past
toys and laundry call

How about this instead:

time and space are lost
meditate on stillness past
toys and laundry call
cherydactyl: (Default)
I am puzzled that nobody whose Heinlein list meme thingy I've read seems to think they could write a sonnet. Sonnets are dead easy. Not a lot harder than writing Haiku. There's more than one type of sonnet, for one thing, and the main definition is that it be 14 lines long and have some sort of rhyming scheme, but even that is violable. Shakespeare wrote several sonnets *longer* than 14 lines, but they still get included in all the English Lit sonnet collections.

This reminds me of an anecdote. ).


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