Amazon Go = Amazon Retail

Amazon Go = Amazon Retail

I’d heard that Amazon was testing some models to study the feasibility of creating a brick and mortar retail store. It looks like Amazon found a model that worked and will be putting a serious dent into the business of Walmart, Target, the grocery business and most other retail stores. The first Amazon Go, a 1,800-square-foot retail store will open in Seattle this year and will offer ready-made meals and some grocery basics. Contrary to a Wall Street Journal report, Amazon has no plans to open 2,000 stores… yet.

Dr. Seuss Quote – Late

Dr. Seuss Quote – Late

Dr Seuss quotation“How did it get so late so soon?” ~ Dr. Seuss

I ask myself this everyday, not in these words exactly, but something close. In fact, I’ve been asking this question since my 40th birthday. The time and the days and the years fly by so fast that before you notice it’s afternoon or before you have the chance to dwell on June, it’s gone by. You didn’t miss it. It was there. It drifted past and you simply didn’t take the time to enjoy it. Nevertheless, you’re still here. You can still enjoy today’s and tomorrow’s and every tomorrow afternoon as well as the next June and every June after that for the rest of your life. But don’t miss another one or one day, one moment of your life it will have gotten too late too soon.

 

Writing Intuitively?

Writing Intuitively?

Arnold Lobel Quotation about writingIt seems to me that all writers would like to think their work is intuitive, but I don’t think it is. Intuition usually grows out of experience. Doing or seeing or experiencing something — things that are similar or in some way related — more than once, often many, many times.

A writer is not likely to choose a word she is unfamiliar with. Nor is a writer likely to take a character or follow a character down a  path the writer has not in some way traveled before. The choice may feel intuitive, and it is, at least in the sense that the writer has felt that feeling before and now sees a reason to feel it again.

 

 

Small Children and Smart Phones

Small Children and Smart Phones

A few days ago I watched a child, about six, reach into her little purse, pull out an iPhone, and sit on a store child-and-phoneshelf where she started playing Angry Birds.

For a long time, I’ve been appalled by the number of small children who have ridiculously expensive phones they use more as toys than as communication devices. When a child is given a phone to keep in touch with parents, that’s a good thing. Add texting and that can be okay, but does a child really need any more than that?

A friend explained to me why parents get smart phones for their kids. First, the price might be good. Second, they used to get hand-held electronic games for their kids, so a smart phone is the same, just better.

I’d say it’s more than better.

As I watched the child playing Angry Birds, it was obvious it wasn’t the first time she played the game. I imagine that smart phone is pretty much her entire world. However, I could have the whole thing wrong. I’m  not the child’s parents. Maybe it isn’t her phone. Maybe either mom or dad lends her the phone in situations such as shopping where she is likely to get bored. I’d rather have a child playing with my phone than screaming because shopping when you can’t buy anything is boring.

I’m hoping that’s the case. That when they get home rather than tell her to play with her phone, they send her outside to play or show her the new book they just got for her and invite her to page through it (a child doesn’t need to be able to read in order to enjoy a book).

Better to have her exploring the world through books and becoming an avid reader which can help lead her in all sorts of directions and into a world of careers. I realize there are a number of skills that can be developed (eye-hand coordination, maybe problem solving, a competitive nature to list just three), but the careers that do not require an ability to read are not the kind of jobs most people expect their child to want.

It seems to me it would be much more valuable to raise a child who wanted to read before playing with any kind of electronic game. If it’s a choice between a smart phone and a book, I’ll be giving my granddaughter a book… lots of them.

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Gravestone Epithets and Epitaphs

Gravestone Epithets and Epitaphs

Funny GravestoneI look in many places for inspiration and save all sorts of interesting and odd things that I look at every now and then when I need to motivate my muse. I don’t know where I found this. I have a bad habit of finding things on the Internet and saving them, but not adding a citation so I’ll know where it came from if I ever decide to use it for something other than my amusement of inspiration. I used to live a block away from one of the cemeteries in Wausau, WI. It was a great place to walk the dog, but it was a little spooky at night, especially on a cloudy, drizzly night near the back where there wasn’t much light. I think the spookiness came, not from the cemetery residents but from all the cemetery stories I saw, read and heard when I was growing up. Here are some fascinating inscriptions found on old tombstones:

  • Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York: Born 1903–Died 1942. Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down. It was.
  • On a gravestone in a Georgetown, Washington, D.C. area cemetery Katharine Phelps Brown Ivison 11/25/17 – 6/12/97 Sterling HolliFunnee Gravestonenshead Ivison, Jr. 6/26/19 – 8/16/08 We finally found a place to park in Georgetown.
  • In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery: Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up and no place to go.
  • In a Ribbesford, England, cemetery: Anna Wallace The children of Israel wanted bread, And the Lord sent them manna. Clark Wallace wanted a wife, And the Devil sent him Anna.
  • On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia: Here lies Ezekial Aikle, Age 102. Only the good die young.
  • In a London, England cemetery: Here lies Ann Mann, who lived an old maid but died an old Mann. Dec. 8, 1767
  • John Penny’s epitaph in the Wimborne, England, cemetery: Reader if cash thou art In want of any Dig 4 feet deep And thou wilt find a Penny.
  • In a Uniontown, Pennsylvania, cemetery: Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake, Stepped on the gas instead of the brake.
  • In a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery: Here lies Johnny Yeast. Pardon him for not rising.
  • On Margaret Daniels grave at Hollywood Cemetery Richmond, Virginia She always said her feet were killing her but nobody believed her.
  • In a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery: Here lays The Kid, We planted him raw. He was quick on the trigger, But slow on the draw.
  • A lawyer’s epitaph in England: Sir John Strange. Here lies an honest lawyer, and that is Strange.
  • In a cemetery in Hartscombe, England: On the 22nd of June, Jonathan Fiddle went out of tune.
  • Anna Hopewell’ s grave in Enosburg Falls, Vermont: Here lies the body of our Anna, Done to death by a banana. It wasn’t the fruit that laid her low, But the skin of the thing that made her go.
  • tombstone-backOn a grave from the 1880s in Nantucket, Massachusetts: Under the sod and under the trees, Lies the body of Jonathan Pease. He is not here, there’s only the pod, Pease shelled out and went to God.
  • The grave of Ellen Shannon in Girard, Pennsylvania is almost a consumer tip: Who was fatally burned March 21, 1870 by the explosion of a lamp filled with “R.E. Danforth’s Non-Explosive Burning Fluid”
  • In a cemetery in England: Remember man, as you walk by, As you are now, so once was I. As I am now, so shall you be, Remember this and follow me. To which someone replied by writing on the tombstone: To follow you I’ll not consent Until I know which way you went.

Most celebrity gravestones are well known, but this is my favorite, Winston Churchill (1874-1965): I am ready to meet my Maker, Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter!

Prompt: The Night Before Halloween

Old House From your bedroom window, you can see an abandoned old house. You’ve walked past it many times before. Once it was a beautiful house, but now the roof sags, the paint is peeling, the windows are boarded up and all your friends say it’s a ‘ghost house’ even though no one’s ever been in it. The night before Halloween you happen to look out at the old house. It seems to be glowing, as if the entire house is lit up. You get a pair of binoculars. You can see that the boards have been removed. There is light coming from every window and it looks like the roof isn’t sagging anymore. You don’t see any sign of any people. There are no cars in the driveway, no one appears to be in any of the rooms. What will you see when you go trick or treating there tomorrow? Will you knock on the door in the first place?