Braindump Thursday: It’s June Already?

Goal Setting

I feel like I am behind the curve, or far from the goal posts.

I always have a couple of goals I want to achieve, but I’m not even half way there, and half the year is almost gone!


I signed up for, although for the life of me, I still don’t “get it.” Maybe after a while I’ll see what the fuss, hoopla, and hype is all about.


I am so pleased with one of my nephews. Like I told him the other day, I get the joy of bragging and celebrating him without expending any effort in raising him.

Ah, the joys of being an Aunt.


I’m taking a class: it’s one of those, Who are you? What do I want?, let’s explore ourselves type of things.

The teacher gave us an exercise where we use the less-dominant hand. If we’re right handed, we have to do the exercise with the left.

I’m right handed, and completed the exercise rather easily with my left hand.

She asked our reaction to the experiment. I said I felt like I was cheating, because I can write with my left hand, and use it almost as much as the right.

The instructor says, “You’re ambidextrous.”

I allowed, “Almost.” Although I admit, if I had to shoot at something, for example, I could, and would, use both hands.

Self-Control, or Controlling Yourself

I think I was about 9 or 11 years old when I stopped letting other kids, especially older children, goad me. I never got into another fight once I made that decision. It doesn’t mean I wouldn’t say what I thought, but I never laid hands on another person in anger again.

I stopped, because it occurred to me that I was really going to hurt someone. I certainly didn’t want to. So, I learned to tuck away my temper, and talk myself out of picking up baseball bats, stones, chairs, and other assorted weapons trying to knock another kid unconscious.

Yeah, I was that bad.

Can’t Move Me

I’m not just stubborn, I’m bullheaded, and fixed too. What do I mean? I’ve always been one of those people that you can tell me what I cannot do all day, and I’ll still do what I want.

I am this way, because my parents put the flame retardant, self-esteem guarding, and social pressure resistant armor on me to handle these people and particular situations. I would snicker when people complain about me, “She won’t do this. She can’t do that. She’s not going to succeed. Blah, blah, blah, blah….”

In short, You can’t tell me nothing.

Hey, I believe even if you don’t feel secure, confident, or bold, fake it anyway. Eventually the rest will catch up, and help you on your way.

Because I am lagging in my goals, I will have to double-up my efforts….


African History: The Perfect Armor

I love museums. I try to visit a few every year. Even when I am seeing the same exhibits I can’t get enough of them.

Europeans and Africans

I’m always looking for slices of African history in Western Civilization. I also like to see evidence of black people being in Europe, even before Columbus sailed off to find India and “discovered” the “New World.”

Referring to the following image: the date of this slave trade does not mean that Africans were new to Europe. Historical forces came together in a “perfect storm”, which meant Africans would be sourced as the new (more durable?) labor pool for Europeans to use.

Why? Europe was going through periods of depopulation due to the Black Death. Its countries were always at war, sophisticated mercantile commerce was taking hold, and naval competition for dominance of trading routes was growing. These bold explorations and territorial expansions required bodies.

Armors and Guns

I love love love looking at armored suits. I like that whole ancient European guns, swords, and ancient castle living kinda stuff. I wish someone would make a lightweight, superhuman strong exo-skeleton, bulletproof (bomb proof?) armored suit for today. Now, wouldn’t that be awesome!?! Weird, right? Yet, I bloody love the idea. It makes me think of RoboCop for some reason.

Tell me these armor suits don’t look hot? The black one screams, bad ass! I saw one in the UK that the Japanese had given the British. Aw, I should have taken a picture of that. You talk about nice.

The one thing I do note about all of these outfits, people back then were tiny: 5’2″-5’4″. I think most of the armor weighed upwards of 100lbs, which has yet to include the swords, blades, guns, and other equipment they had to carry.

Check out the guns these folks had back then.

Use your imagination: slave traders with guns, breastplate armor, cannons on ships, versus dark skinned natives who had what? Arrows, poison darts, spears, and diseases to hold off the pale skinned invaders.

Starting in 1420, the Europeans begin to scatter African peoples around Europe, and then the “New World.”

Four hundred years later, around 1865, they followed up by colonizing Africa.

And yet, people still talk today as though black and white people, or if you prefer, African and European descendants just met.

I have to read this book Guns, Germs and Steel at some point, maybe see if I can get an audio version and/or watch the PBS program.