An Old & Unfinished Blog On Google Drive

I got a note from Google to infom me that the 2 files owned by me in Google Docs are not in Google Drive, and I can access them any time at drive.Google.Com. Both files are dated 2011.

Frankly I don't even remember I had ever used Google Docs and I know nothing about Google Drive. So I clicked to take a look. True enough there are 2 items, one of them I sort of recognised being mine, with my style of writing. It's a Blog, but not finished, so I have no idea whether I ever finished writing it and posted it somewhere!! Very strange, how could I have forgotten the whole thing?

I am posting it here now, still unfinished, exactly the way it appears on Google Drive. I am simply very puzzled that I should have not the slightest idea how that happened, and why Google just put it in a different place informing me only afterwards and not before ...

Does anyone know something about Google Docs and Google Drive?

27/03/2011 Funeral For A National Mascot - Knut Of Germany (Blog Draft)

 

He was born with the destiny to the capriciousness of celebrity, instantly became the mascot of the country, and died last week as is obliged to die an animal of his status: in front of a camera. So that everybody can see the video where how he agonized in the way ceremoniously, almost ritualistic. It’s available on Internet, naturally, so all who so wish can watch to his heart’s content the scene of the bear, near demented, rolling around up a high rock struggling with death till his last breath, dropping like broken heavy stone into the water - dramatic almost theatrical - reminding of his exhausting stardom right from the beginning, with the feverish attention of the whole country, including being the star on the cover of Vanity Fair. He died as famous as when he was born.

Knut, barely a week old, more like a soft fluffy toy than a bear, was abandoned by his mother, probably due to the very difficult birth, which caused the death of his twin brother; but this rejected baby immediately conquered the heart and gained the unconditional support of the city Berlin, in fact the whole nation of Germany and beyond. He’s the 1st polar bear born in a German zoo in 30 years but condemned to die by the law of nature. The country responded, unanimously, to save the baby, with combined voices of pleat almost maternal. Many German even offered him their own homes.

That was in January of 2007. However, not every single German was in love with the baby bear and had indeed raised their objections with their authorized voices, basically those of the defenders of animals. ‘The zoo must kill this baby cub’, said Frank Albrecht, the most known activist; ‘Knut would suffer behaviour problems for the rest of his life.’ he sentenced. The public called him heartless. Now 4 years later, seeing the bear ‘danced’ half mad, the voice and words of Albrecht thundered like they once did: an omen. The media went knocking at his door, and he sentenced once more: ‘Nature has taken vengeance, liberating Knut the torture of captivity.’

Knut died in the only home he was born into, filmed by a visitor who was by chance or destiny was right there with his camera at the tragic and very dramatic moment. He was only 4 years old, normally a polar bear’s life span is about 30 years. He was really just a normal bear, no more beautiful nor uglier than the rest of his specie. But being the most famous and popular animal in the zoo, he was constantly subjected to daily confront the incessant pester by children, besieged every single moment of his life by screaming kids and bedevil treatments though basically just innocent childish ignorance. 

The autopsy showed that Knut suffered serious alteration of his brain tissues which, in the words of veterinarians, derived from the attack of epilepsia that choked him. Albrecht, however, declared that Knut was killed by a combination of stress, and domestic harassment, living with 3 females. (lady killers?)

He, without deserving it, paid the price of fame with his life. Not very different from 

That was it. I don't even know how to finish it now after a year and half!

Tags: unfinishedblog, googledrive

Prev: A Salty Tale

A Salty Tale

I have seen this thing done a couple of times over the years; again this morning. Each time I thought to myself that I must try to find out why and what the origin of it was, but somehow had never actually done so.

Some Spanish people sitting right next to my table in the cafe were having breakfast. One of them asked a table companion to pass the salt. When this was handed to him, he took the salt, put some in his palm, raised his arm, & threw the salt over his shoulder behind him. ( I later learned that if you got hit by it, bad luck ). The one who passed it to him, laughed out loud but apologized that he had forgotten the custom.

When these people had left, I asked the owner of the cafe why this custom and what the significance was. He said it's just a superstition of good luck, or bad if not observed. It dated back to the days when salt was a rare and valuable commodity, not easily acquired. There had been the era when salt was kept in solid form, like a small brick, and it had been used as means of payment to work or service rendered, or for bartering.

In changing of hands, if the salt brick should by accident slip off the hand and fell onto the ground, it was near impossible to decide which party to blame for the loss. Therefore, the custom was established and exercised that the salt should always be put only on the middle of the table ( which was even marked with a division line )by the giver, and the receiver picked it up from there. He emphasized that he wasn't sure of this and it could just be a silly superstition without being the proven truth.

 

Most likely some people do it just for fun these days, not really superstitious, more to keep the game going. Like knocking on wood when mentioning one's good health or fortune, avoid walking under a ladder, never open an umbrella indoors, say 'Bless you' when someone sneezes ... endless little peculiar customs unquestionably established and observed, which have stood the pass of time, marching shoulder to shoulder with the present day science and technology.

• How do you catch a rabbit?
• You put salt on his tail.

Tags: superstition, saltytale

Prev: Fun With Words Based On Old Ones

Fun With Words Based On Old Ones

Washington Post's Mensa Invitational Challenge

 

The challenge is to take a word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, deleting, or changing one letter, then supply a new definition.

 

** Euchoria - Pleased when all the chores are done

** Paymeant: the cheque is in the post

** Obfuscage: to catch by confusing

** Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with

** Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly

** Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

** Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out

** Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period

** Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high

** Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn’t get it

** Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late

** Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.

** Karmageddon: It’s like, when everybody is sending off these bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it’s like, a serious bummer

** Glibido: All talk and no action

** Dopeler effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly

** Inclouded: added in order to obfuscate

** Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you’ve accidentally walked through a spider web

** Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you’re eating.

 

Tags: NewWords,FunMeaning