Forgiveness is the key to finding peace! When we forgive those who wronged us and ask for forgiveness for our own wrong doing is when we are at peace with ourselves.
So, on this auspicious night I ask each of you who ever finds this post to forgive me if I have ever wronged you or hurt you in any way (knowingly or unknowingly) and I do forgive all who have wronged me in any way untill this day!
Wrote a shayari – a dedication
Gustaakhi gar ho gayi humse kabhi toh mazraat chaahti hu! khafaa na ho tu humse ab, manaa ke maghroor they hum! Teri maghrooriat toh humne maaf kar di kab ki, aaj lihaaz ruhaaniyat ki chaahti hu! Inaayat yahi hai khuda se ke sukoon mile iss dil ko,
Hello and welcome to Weekend Coffee Share #9! I’m glad you’re here. Please come on in, help yourself to a cup of coffee, or tea, or hot chocolate at my coffee station. Imagine we’re sitting down in a “tea room” in Fez, Morocco and let’s chat.
The weather has been good, cool and sunny this week. Most mornings I do my meditation, body weight workout or yoga at home, then head outside to cycle and walk. In the afternoon, I work on tasks to organize my living.
One example of organizing my living is a routine that I do in the first week of a new month, such as:
Back up my blog and media files: To have a back up just in case.
This is not about people using Amazon to scam, but AMAZON SUPPORTS SCAMS! They sell pre-issued card numbers, take your money and run.
Let me explain. I bought a $350 gift card two days ago and gave it to my son. He calls me and asks if I didn’t watch it properly becuase it had been used.
I go to the grocery store where I purchased it and guess what? They do not give refunds and guess what else? Neither does AMAZON!!! The grocery store manager even said this is not the first time this has happened, so he gave me the links to call including a fraud #, just in case I don’t get anywhere with AMAZON! Which tells me, he already knew they wouldn’t do anything about it.
I emailed the link and gave them purchase information and card number and the young man, Anuj, sends me to a link where I can see the various purchases that had been made. They were for 2020! When I go back to the link we were chatting on he’s gone!!!
I click it a bunch of times and this girl comes on, so she tells me she would forward my information and they would get back to me within 48 hours. A while later I get an email from My Prime membership account saying, there is no record of the purchase!!!
There is a request for a copy of the card and receipt which I send. A few minutes later I get this back from them::
I’ve researched your Store Bought Amazon Gift Card and found that it may have been used by someone other than the intended recipient. I’m not able to resend the gift card or refund the order.
Under these circumstances, if the gift card was purchased using a credit/debit card, we suggest that the purchaser contact their bank to see what options they may have available.
We hope to see you again soon. We’d appreciate your feedback. Please use the buttons below to vote about your experience today.
I wanted to cry. $350 and pfft! Its, gone. They don’t give a damn!!! I had some choice curse words to go with, while writig my rebuttal, which turns out is a DoNot Reply!!!
So, I go back to the one they sent asking for the receipt and though I was spewing like a sailor in my mind, I didn’t use them in the email I sent them. But I promise you they were bouncing around in my head and on the tip of my tongue.
I replied to that with..
All the purchases made on the above card were made in 2020. I only purchased the card yesterday and you have the gall to send me an email I cannot respond to and say you can’t refund me my money?? What kind of outfit are you anyway???
Excuse me, but here is a copy of the receipt and the amount on the card. I was not in possession of this card prior to the purchases made on it, So I am turning you over to the BBB and fraud department for your lack of concern. I will never buy from you again if this is how you treat your customers!!! I’m even an Amazon Prime member and you disrespect me like this??? I cannot believe this, but maybe I should and I will make sure I blog this story, where I have countless followers who will reblog this and send it on. Not to mention the countless followers I have on both FACEBOOK, Instagram and TikTok. Trust me I will make sure everyone I know, knows how you handled this!!! My followers cover the entire frickin’ globe so I encourage you to settle this promptly!!! JW
They never responded, so here I am blogging about it. I am sick to my stomach and yes, I will close out Prime and I hope you will as well.
I finally reached a live person who forwarded me to their customer service team and they responded with the exact statement as the one stated above. When they asked for feedback on their service representative, this is how I responded.
“Kai made an attempt to help me, but her confidence in your customer service team is sorely misplaced. I have tried so many times to have my problem resolved only to get pushed around and ignored. Your “team” does not take the time to really help or resolve anything. They have this formulaic system where they glance and shoot out emails. I don’t know what they are getting paid to do, but I am very disappointed by this organization. I am doing my best to let everyone I know and others know how poorly I’ve been treated and regarded. I bought a gift card on 2/25/2021 that was new in a package, never been opened and yet, it somehow had expenditures on it. I tried to get someone to refund my $350! and all they say is it’s been used. Yes, it has in 2020!!!! And, certainly not by me!! I saved the packaging and the receipt and even forwarded these to your “team” but get the same response. I don’t think anyone even looks at any of this. Please see my blog at joliesattic.com Amazon Scams- BEWARE!!!!
My followers are already re-posting this experience.
When I was a kid, we played such games as dodge ball. red light-green light and Simon sez, all out in middle of the street.
For those of you who have grown up without even knowing what I’m talking about, I will explain in a little bit.
Why this came to mind for me, is the fact that I’m walking a lot these days.
I can’t go to the gym anymore and I put on some weight sitting in front of the Telly watching K-Dramas all the time, eating. No, more like snacking my way into a whole new me.
So, I made up my mind to change all that.
Now, with walking, I have found a bunch of really friendly people all living in my neighborhood. For the most part, we seldom wear masks, mostly because we are generally more than 20 feet apart. I carry one with me for the unavoidable close encounter, but that seldom happens. If we see someone coming our way, we cross over, when possible.
I now know the names of most of their dogs. Jonah, is a 13 year old shepherd, that has arthritis, Lily is a small pug and Daisy, her black lab puppy “sister” is a big girl of about 6 months. Quite rambunctious.
As it was with Ferguson, my little papillon, people seldom knew our names, but they definitely knew his and would light up when they saw him coming.
I’m also getting to know the moms and their babies and on occasion, their hubby’s.
I go out early mornings but of late started going out evenings as well. On Wednesday, I went out and was amazed at how many people were out. Most did have masks, since social distancing was more of an issue then. Even so, people waved as they passed one another and hollered “Hi!” Pretty cool.
Bottom Line: People are getting out more. Kid’s are getting out more. I’m guessing, kid’s, because they’ve been cooped up doing school work all day, so being tossed outdoors periodically to skate board, jump on a trampoline or whatever gives them some break time. Basically, like me, they’re playing in the street and I like it. So maybe, Covid-19 and all the lockdown measures, for all it’s drawbacks, has given us something else, something that’s been missing for some time. Communion. A new way to connect.
You can liken it to sitting on your front porch and waving to your neighbors as they pass by.
Dodge Ball: Kid’s gather around in a circle with one person in the middle, who has to avoid being hit by the ball one of the others on the outside will throw at them. Some are better at dodging the ball than others. It is no longer acceptable in schools because it is now considered to be violent. (It was fun) Granted boys, especially, could get a bit rough. (I couldn’t find any pictures anywhere reminiscent of how I remember it) The movie Dodge Ball is quite different. Sorry.
Kid’s would line up in a row with one kid several feet ahead, who would have this back turned away. The others would have to travel toward that person as quickly as possible when He/she had their back turned, which is the “green light” then when they abruptly turn and shout “Red Light!” and you got caught by the red light you were out. ( I think I remember that right) It’s been awhile. (The link is a different version, but it works.)
Works similarly. There is one person calling out things to do preceded by “simon sez” , but if they tell you to do something without “simone sez” you lose. If you make a mistake, you’re out. This can be played in or outdoors.
When I moved to Alabama some 15 years ago, I had no idea what I would be faced with. When hubby and I left Colorado, we thought our stay would only be about two or three years at most.
Daddy’s wife had passed away and he was showing signs of melancholy. We thought we’d go for a time to cheer him up. Mother was not that far away, only about two hours north in Nashville. Even though I was born in Alabama, I’d really never live there for any length of time. Hubby worked from home and we’d visited Dad several years before and he liked it there, so we thought, why not?
Well, we were there nine years.
Daddy seemed to be doing fine, but the following summer, mother’s husband had died at her feet while watching TV. She had Alzheimer’s and could not be alone. So, we brought her down with us and for a short time, she came to live with us and Daddy again after some nearly 50 years. That did not work. So we put her in a very nice assisted living facility in Birmingham for awhile, until other arrangements could be made. I was busy, working, prepping her house to sell, getting formal custody of her, trying to get VA benefits and a whole mess of other things. Half the time, mother didn’t know who I was and when she did, it was either curses and sit down strikes.
Eventually, my sweet sister who recently passed away, came up from Florida to help me and we were able to bring mother home. We bought a two story house, really neat, that was perfect. Downstairs was outfitted with safety features for mother, locks for escape prevention and danger. No stove knobs, locks on fridge and all kinds of gizmo’s that we had social services approve of before she could be allowed to leave the facility. My sister lived in the upstairs apartment and had daytime duty. I worked and took night time duty. Hubby stayed at our regular home, one we had bought before all hell broke loose, at least until we sold that.
Daddy, in the meantime, didn’t live from that home and we learn his cancer came back. He didn’t let us know right away though. It was rough.
Dealing with VA, courts, and well, everything imaginable such as mother hiding things in the toilet and stopping up drains, calling out the plumbers, pacing nonstop, screaming abuses, telling hubby, to “watch out for her, she’s a slut!” was painful. I was on an emotional roller coaster and no matter how many people told me it was the dementia, it didn’t help. For one, she was like that before. Once when my brother was visiting, we left Daddy in charge while we went to Trade Day. She decided to get stark naked and lure him to bed. We found him standing at the back door facing away from the house. It was kinda funny actually – seeing daddy like that, I mean. In the meantime, she had no clue and had forgotten what she’d been about and was now trying to figure out the shower when I found her. Like I said, no knobs, so she couldn’t accidentally hurt herself. So that was my life. Each day was an adventure and one never knew what another day would bring.
As I mentioned, I worked. I had a long, but pleasant drive, 38 miles each way. Each day, depending on how things were going at home, I would scream, cry, sing Amazing Grace along with Il Divo or pray all the way to work. God and I had some mighty fine chats and rants. He didn’t care if I cursed at Him for the burden I was shouldering, He took it rather well. By the time I arrived to work, I’d be at peace.
On my way to work each day, I was fortunate enough to be traveling through small towns and farmland. At least my travels were beautiful and peaceful. I’d often pass a few cars going in the opposite direction. One blessing sent my way was the Cadillac. That’s when I noticed the Cadillac man. Each day, he’d wave as I passed. At first, it was nothing more than the common farmer one finger wave, later it would become the half hand over the steering wheel wave and once when one of us had either been away a few days or something, it would be a full on wave, like “happy to see you again”. Sometimes, he had an older woman with him and at other times a small child. Mostly, he was alone and each day we got to looking forward to seeing each other.
I remember telling my sister about him and we would make up stories about who he was, what he did and where he was going each day. I even wrote a short story about how he showed up suddenly at the open house of our little coffee shop/bookstore/tea house, that she and I had always dreamed of having. He was either a doctor, lawyer, an architect or some such. It was always comforting knowing he would pass me by each day just before it was time to come into the clinic I worked at. I think God put him there just for that. After I got transferred closer to home, I saw him only now and again, as his route went through the town I lived in, but he didn’t know me outside of my little red car, so he never waved. I did get a closer look and he was an older gentleman and I wondered if he missed that little red car that used to pass him by each day.
Now I have a Tesla man, only I’m not sad or depressed, but… he is still inspiring. My Tesla man is a young man, who waves each day as I pass by on my walks.
I need him right now. A couple of months ago I determined to be in the best shape ever for my 75th birthday, so I committed myself to walking, since gyms were closed. Each year, I give myself a new challenge. Last year I jumped out of an airplane. This year, I will do hang gliding and by my next birthday the video. Unfortunately, I tend to lose interest in any regular exercise routine and as luck would have it, my knee gave out and the pain has been at times debilitating. Good excuse to quit, right?
No! Not good. Not good on two counts. One, I could be crippled and two, my project would be impossible to achieve. As it is, the elaborate moves I had in mind have to be modified. My goal when I started out was to trim down, so I could do an energetic dance video, beginning with showing the process from out of shape to in shape and then the routine. If my legs don’t work, there’s no video. Getting out each day at Odark hundred was going to be challenging enough. This could have been the end of that dream, except for the fact, that my Tesla man, whether he knows it or not, keeps cheering me on. His waves, not unlike the Cadillac man’s are my hope and inspiration to keep at it. I know that at 7:30 am each morning, just like the Cadillac man, he will pass, smile and wave. I just can’t let him down. Like the Cadillac man, we will probably never meet, but it doesn’t matter. It’s my catalyst, my impetus and hope, giving me the determination to keep at it.
Maybe I’m his too. You know, I was thinking, and perhaps it’s worth pondering over, but none of us knows how a small gesture like that can inspire or comfort someone we don’t know or may never meet. Think about that.
I’m sure these two guys have no clue.
For all I know, the Cadillac man had a failing wife or aging parent he had to take into the city for treatments too.
Maybe the young Tesla man, has a frustrating, high pressure job and wishes he could be out walking too. My smile, my wave, who knows? They may help him start his day as well.
I know they exist, but I’ve never been hit by any until now. I take it back, I didn’t get hit, exactly because I check everything out and take my time responding to them, but these scammers are damn good.
Phone calls and other means of soliciting funds have never been tempting. Mostly, because I have everything I want and need, but the idea of meeting a celebrity I admire, that’s another ball of wax.
What I can’t figure out is where they originate from. Are these people stateside or in foreign countries?
My first approach linked to me off Instagram. I generally only follow family and friends, but over time, I’ve followed a number of artists or shows I like.
Approaches off Facebook are guys hitting on me. Most of them look like they’re my daughters age. I just hit “delete” My page says I’m married and I’m no beauty, so “Like what the…?” I should be flattered.
I don’t know if it’s COVID or what, but I expect there are people turning to the web to generate income. Over the last couple of months I got hit hard.
One night a couple of months ago, I had trouble sleeping. So, I’m on the couch sitting there trying to focus on a WORDS game or scrabble. I say trying to focus, because I’m tired, I just can’t fall asleep. Some of you may be able to relate.
So, there I am, in a wake sleep state, when I suddenly get a ping. I look down and the name is that of a cute music artist I absolutely adore and he says, “hello”
Me: Uh, duh, I timidly respond “yes, who’s this?”
He tells me and I reply, “No way!”
He says “yes, it’s me” and we go back and forth a few times, he’s “reaching out to his fans”, like that, then he offers to do a video call. Suddenly, I’m wide awake and I get all tingly inside at first. Yeah, I can and I did. I may be old but I’m not dead.
And, I’m like “right!” so I respond, ” At 2 am? I look like hell, no way”, not only that it’s a hot day, we have no AC and I’m in a skimpy nightie, so not a chance. I didn’t say that, but I was thinking it.
So, I missed my chance. He promises to surprise me a few times with a video call. I ask “Why?” I tell him I’m old, you don’t want to see me.
So, it goes. We talk about how I became a fan and he thanks me for that. We chat several times a day and we still chat. He knows I don’t believe him, but I continue to chat like I do. I’m alone most of the time and I miss talking to people. If my sister were still around, it would be different, or we’d have a good laugh about it. Our chats are now once a day. He leaves me a 2 am or 3 pm message which I respond to and he later replies at either of those two times. Sometimes, it’s around 3PM our time, which is morning his time. I wait for the money pitch. It doesn’t come right away.
His original offer? A meet and greet. My out of pocket is only $3200, my third of expenses. I think it was a third. A hotel stay at the Marriot in LA, private security, airfare and meals. Other expenses could be added. That was what his “agency” quoted me in an email.
Keyeast Entertainment <email@example.com>Tue 9/22/2020 7:40 AMTo: — (Please note: the email address does not appear legit, so I am not casting aspersions toward the real KeyEast)
JW MARRIOT LOS ANGELES,
Offering 2 restaurants, a gym & a pool with city view
PRICE PER NIGHT $500
FLIGHT FEE $1000
FEEDING AND LOCAL TRANSPORT=$1500
Security and Agency fee =$2000
Estimated bills =$8000
Keyeast LAW OF FINANCE STATES THAT AT CASE OF VISITING THE BILLS ARE SHARED AT 60%-40%…
Estimated bills =$8000
Key east Entertainment BILL TO PAY =$4800
BILL TO PAY =$3200
..WRITE US BACK AS SOON AS POSSIBLE TO KNOW WHEN AND HOW YOU MAKE YOUR PAYMENT…THEN WE FIX A DATE
I show it to my daughter, she shows it to her attorney beau and he laughs. “SCAM!” Yes, I know. I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck.
We try to contact both KeyEast, who really is an agency, but no response, We try his official account, also no response, so how do to verify?
I reply to the email, “my attorney says, “No” ” Suddenly silence from my “buddy”. He’s in a different time zone across the globe, so I know when he’s on or I can see he’s been online. So I message, ” I see your “agency” told you not to talk to me”. He responds with, “I can talk to whoever I want, but why did you email them that?” I laugh.
He hasn’t given up. I have fun bantering with him. I went to see my kids in Utah a couple of weeks ago and took pictures of our beautiful country and he loves it, so we agree to just be chat friends. If whoever is in charge of him see’s this post. I’m sure it will end. He was my first. My #1 virgin encounter.
There have been others with his name, in fact several with the same “hello” intro, but I’ve not responded. Not as many as the next one.
Weeks ago, I fanned another artist and discovered, that if you make a comment, you get hit. For example, this artist posted how he drank a beer at a restaurant, sipping a beer under a mask. A fan, commented, not to do that, it destroys his image. I laughed and replied, “Drink one for me, I’m on a diet! then we both win”
Holy mackerel! Within 24 hours, I get about ten “hello, are you a fan” spiels.
I actually respond, (AARP says not to) I’m curious and bored, after all it is covid time. This artist is the most popular in Korea, so it makes sense, he’s got a ton of followers.
His “leaches” have been the hardest to see through. I friended three of these guys to match stories. One dropped off. I ask my usual questions to gauge authenticity and these guys are extremely savvy, so watch out! One sent links to foundations the artist actually heads. When I mention this to the other guy, he tells me they don’t currently need funds, projects they were working on are fulfilled and they have plenty of clothes at the moment. Smart and interesting. Wouldn’t that make you believe? Later, he tells me if I want to help, I could buy a game card for the kids at the orphanage (and yes, he does have several orphanages he funds, I checked) He says, they love playing games and they are so cute when they get excited at gifts… I naturally think “how sweet”. He says, I can buy one at WalMart and transfer the link. Walmart? I ask how he knows about Walmart. He says one of his workers was from Brooklyn. (Quick) Wrong answer though. Walmart tried to get into Korea years ago, but failed, They lost millions, so Koreans would have heard of Walmart, because they did exist there for awhile.
These guys talk about their pets and family, whereas my virgin BFF dodges those questions. In real life, these two artists are friends and have worked together. The new guys don’t hesitate to say acknowledge their friendship. One guy had the savvy to ask, why I was asking such specific questions and was I the press. Yes! he did. One guy called me right away to prove it was him, but I didn’t understand a word he said, but he said, I had a nice voice. Big mistake! I heard little kids in the background. One of these guys, seemed more authentic, because he’d excuse himself from time to time, to meet agents, do zoom calls and other activities that actually make sense. His site has a blue globe, but not a blue check next to his name, so who knows? He tells me more. How can you trust any? You don’t.
If I let drop that I have contact with two or three others with the same name, they get upset and tell me to get rid of them, response is always the same, “they are scammers! My people keep trying to clean them out, but have trouble doing so.”
AARP says: (Italics and parenthesis below are my words)
Do look for the blue checkmark on celebrity social media accounts. That indicates the platform has verified it as genuine. If there’s no checkmark, it’s an impostor. (I wish that were true, but my friends Instagram accounts don’t have check marks and they are the real deal, so does it only apply to stars? The only blue checkmark I have is from a star who took my phone from me and entered his info himself, yes, I do have such a friend)
Do Google the celebrity’s name with the word “scam” to see if it has been connected to impostor schemes. (I did that too, but there’s not much there)
Do report online celebrity impersonators to the relevant social network. Facebook, Twitter and Instagram have procedures for reporting bogus accounts. (yeah, well Instagram, was no help. the only one who can do anything about it is the person who’s been tapped.)
Don’t give personal information or send money via wire transfer, gift card or prepaid debit card to someone you don’t know and have only communicated with online, no matter how supposedly famous. (I couldn’t agree more – even gaming cards can be turned in for cash)
Don’t engage with a supposed celebrity on an unverified social media account, even if they don’t initially ask for money. ( Oh, yes! The first red flag is they all want to redirect you to their “private chat room – please don’t share it)So far the two I’ve run across is Hangouts and WhatsApp
Don’t believe claims about why a purported celebrity account lacks a verification mark or has an unusual handle — for example, that it’s a private account the star keeps secret from management. ( If they don’t want to tell you anything, they blame it on management)
There are so many giveaways, if you really want to know. Like, I mean, why is a handsome, single star devoting so much time to chat with an old lady, fan or not. Like Come on. I’m cool, but don’t they have better things to do?
Now, I do get followers on my own, but again, one was wanting me to fund their business or a date. Yes, I had a young man from Nigeria trying to get me to sign loan papers to start a business and this guy was unbelievably bold because he hit on that within the first few sentences! I had to block him because he got obnoxious. The other was a sweet neurosurgeon or so he said. But, he vanished after I told him I was married, so maybe he was really looking.
Generally when I tell them I’m happily married, off they go. Some linger to chat. Now, I did make a woman friend off one of the sites of my #1 virgin friend who has a concert coming up this weekend, so that was cool. We are synchronizing our times so as not to miss it. It’s possible to make friends.
I’d add pictures but I still don’t know how to with this new block editor format, so I copied and pasted and hope they come through. Sorry.
In the meantime, one of my fans is calling. Tata for now.
Just so you know, I only mention the two Korean, because they know each other, but there have been contacts from American country artists that I never responded to. Like I said, it could just be a product of Covid.
One of them did ask why I chat with so many and I tell him the truth, I’m alone a lot and it keeps me company. Plus we learn from each other. My #1 says I feel like a mom to him, so it’s not all bad. I am a mom. Also, they have all been sweet and respectful, except for the Nigerian. The K-kids have never made lewd or racy comments, so I can’t complain.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I was able to bail out of it once, but I guess I boasted too soon, now I’m stuck in it and I hate it.
What’s that about teaching an old horse new tricks? Weeeell! Dammit!
I hate all these cues that jump out at me all the time. It’s like whaaat?!
Okay, enough of my ranting now how do I put in the frickin’ pictures? Siiigh.
Now you know why I haven’t posted in awhile.
To be honest since my little sister died, I haven’t felt like it much and then there was COVID… well, I did write about that and a little bit of this and that with the old system. I can’t believe how down I’ve been. So, if you miss me… so sorry.
My neighbor friend and her husband split. I hear there’s one of two things happening right now. People have figured out two things in this pandemic, they either love each other to bits or they can’t stand the sight of each other. Neighbor in point started working out again and got his manly body back in shape and took it out for a test drive never to be seen again. Though I say it humorously it is so sad.
I think my sex life improved because hubby was working home so lunch breaks got interesting.
As I mentioned before, I’m into Korean entertainment and doing my best to learn it. Korean I mean. I can tell you this Hundai, is still pronounced HUNDAI!!! Reading and writing it is tough and some words sound and mean the same in Spanish, so I got a head start there.
I still have a mad crush on KHJ (check it out, my delicious bad boy turned hero and saved someone’s life!!) and I’m having to not talk about it when hubby is around. I think he’s getting a bit worried. Hehe, gotta keep him on his toes. Hubby, I mean. He’s okay with me working out to Kim Hyun Joong songs and other K-Pop tunes. I start out walking up and down the street to FACE by Nu’est – It’s got the best beat for a good start. I live on a mountain, so I go down it at this gate, fast walk and skipping, hands waving.
then go in to various SS501 beats then Super Junior, Henry, BTS, Big Bang, Park Jung Min and so on and so forth. (Kim HyunJoong and Park Jung Min were both SS501 at one time) I wear sunglasses and a ball cap especially when I start dancing, which I do going up the hills in the neighborhood. People might think I’m crazy, but I wave. I’m not kidding you after an hour or more of that, I practice dance in front of the TV to their videos and then it takes me a couple of hours after that to stop dripping enough to actually take a shower. Seriously.
Watch this and tell me it’s not a great cardio workout!
My kid’s love it. They know if mom is this active and versatile, then their future is promising. Sometimes hubby will say something about me acting my age, I remind him how if I hadn’t been this young and active, he wouldn’t have noticed me. His reply?
“Keep doing what you’re doing.” he says. Like right? “Beauty, Beauty” is my inspiration.
I’m not selfish – HUBBY- Has his bike. I let him have all the time he wants to ride with his friends anytime he wants to. It’s a tension release for him and he needs it – home is a safe place.
Out of respect though, I limit active viewing of Korean TV when he’s home. Reading captions after a hard work day at a computer, no less is no fun. I save it for my time alone and try to watch American TV when he’s around. Like MASH and old Westerns. We’re both tired of the news and politics, so old non political shows relax.
To be honest, I think he likes to tease me about it.
Well, as of today, bars not serving food will once again be closed down through July.
Little by little we are being locked down … again. So far just the pubs, brewery’s and bars that do not serve food or do not primarily serve as restaurants will close.
I hardly watch the news anymore because it pains me to see history being methodically erased as monuments are torn down and names being changed so as not to offend someone, somewhere.
History is history folks. It is what it is. We can’t change what happened hundreds of years ago and just because Christopher Columbus landed on this continent, not North America mind you, does not mean his discovery of this world never happened. It did. Slavery much to our dismay happened. In the book Centennial by James Michener, you will read about the morphing of this country. Bad things happened, but out of those bad things, people survived and changed. We grew strong as a country. Change has been slow and in some instances unfair, but it has and will continue to change. Erasing it fixes nothing.
This came to me when my brother emailed me his memories of my sister. His memories were far different than mine which didn’t surprise me because that was a realization Diana and I had come to those years we lived together taking care of our parents. The reality is, yes our lives were like a car wreck. Just as bystanders and eyewitnesses in an accident will tell a different tale, so we would in telling our own story. We all saw and experienced things differently. The one thread of commonality which held us together as children and gave us strength was our love and bond for one another. Our sanity through our love for one another is what preserved us. Out of our trials we grew stronger together.
The past… or history, I might add, is not unlike the news or our childhood, it is and will always be colored by the opinion of the day or our perception.
I hope someone has sense enough to squirrel away something, somewhere to remember it by.
A year ago, I would have jumped at the idea of seeing this, but of late, I’ve gotten tired of films with excessive profanity and gratuitous violence. I’m not a prude, just tired of it, that and of shows that seem to hit all the social statement markers. It somehow takes away from a story being just a story. Or…. how about apocalyptic shows? I’m sick of all of that. I guess it may have something to do with coming out of Covid-19.
It’s no wonder so many Korean films are becoming popular. I’ve really gotten into Korean Film of late myself. I’m guessing I’m not alone because the number of Korean Films that have emerged on my streaming apps have multiplied. It is a challenge having to read subtitles, but you get used to it.
Parasite is a case in point. It is about a poor family who cons their way into becoming servants for a wealthy family. It was well received and very well done.
The Arthdal Chronicles is a great series with superb acting, “a story of an epic struggle for power and the birth of a kingdom in a mythical land,” Both films are subtitled so you do have to pay attention. It imagines what it may have been like as man evolved in stages toward becoming civilized and his transitional growth from prehistoric time and where in some areas change surpassed other regions.
Today, in America, so many films revolve around super heroes, be they Marvel or DC. Films also seem to want to hit all the controversial issues, homosexuality, racism, sexism or other “sensitive” issues. I’ve talked to many people who are tired of being “preached” to about what and how they should think or believe and I get it. So many filmmakers are so obsessed with hitting these markers that their delivery tends to feel forced and underdeveloped, they somehow don’t flow organically. That’s because it’s not real life. Not everyone has a very dear, supportive black, transgender, homosexual, Latino, Asian or any other ethnic friend. They may have had acquaintances in school, but a BFF that hits all the marks? Not likely. One and or two, maybe? A person may not have anything against anyone of color or sexual preference different than theirs, it just doesn’t happen unless you live in Hollywood or San Francisco possibly.
The biggest reason is not racism so much as folks tend to cluster. They feel “safe” emotionally with people similar to them. That’s why in L.A., NYC, San Francisco or any other metropolitan area, you’ll find a Chinatown. In Hollywood, there’s also Japantown, Koreatown, Barrios, Watts and other segregated neighborhoods. Same in NYC with their diverseness. But, that’s not what this blog is about.
In Korean Film and series, you don’t see any of that. They tell you a story. One thing Korean film has is lots of music, especially in the RomCom’s. They do seem to be fond of music. There’s music instead of dialog in many instances. There isn’t much sex and their kisses are few and appear sterile, mostly. At least the ones I’ve seen. Some are ridiculously silly and they seem to focus on rescuing the damsel in distress that doesn’t want to be rescued. Their men are gorgeous, and their girls range from cute, ridiculous, common, feisty and poor, but still attractive. The tall, slender beauty though, is generally the rich girl who makes everyone else feel insecure, just like in real life.
His latest series being, The King: Eternal Monarch, who discovers and travels through a parallel universe to find his love, but more importantly save his kingdom.
In “Boys” I discovered the talent of another young man, Kim Hyun Joong who’s musical abilities ranges from classical to rap. He, Lee Min Ho and one of the other young men and their F-4 group perform about half the songs in this series. He is, however the “bad boy” of the bunch.
The guys are pretty for the most part, they wear pastels, yet still maintain a persona of masculinity, which I find interesting how they pull that off.
In these series, they haven’t mastered their endings, in my opinion. They tend to wrap “concluding comments” into the last chapter and it often feels rushed and unfulfilling. When they cast Americans, the one show with Americans I saw, I noticed they got the worst actors for their parts. In “Boys”, I couldn’t believe the caliber of actors or lack of talented actors selected. Perhaps that’s how they see Americans. Then again, they may not have been paying much, which is more likely. I would happily reopen my casting company just for them if only to change that. LOL Kidding.
The girls tend to look so much alike that I often got confused as to who was who. Except for in the “Boys” series. I know the proverbial “theys” of any country feel the same way about people from other countries, so I don’t mean offence by that statement.
I notice the same thing in American film, whoever does the casting often lacks imagination and tends to pick similar personality types, styles or features for their characters. Especially when it comes to good guys and bad guys. Few seem to seek variety. It’s like they all share similar features and mannerisms.
The stories do have a Cinderella theme to them and I know in this day of feminism, it may not appeal to the masses as it may once have. They are unrealistic, but still entertaining. The men have macho ego’s which is considered passe’ now but the girls hold their own, letting the guy know, “Hey! I got this” while at the same time letting him do his “rescue” thing now and again. The truth is, I’ve never known a guy who would want to rescue me or any other girl I’ve ever known, but then, American women have been subduing their men for some time now, so maybe that’s why there’s the appeal. I mean, who wouldn’t want to have a dashing young man come in and swoop you away and live happily every after?
Keep in mind, I grew up with stories of Cinderella (check out Cinderella and the Four Knights) and Snow White, so this is no young lady talking. Well, I’m past all that anyway, but a “girl” can dream can’t she?
And, then maybe too, in this day of Covid-19 lockdowns, riots and protests, I just want to be rescued out of this mess!