Fancy hats
Even the curves in microscopic realm is not immune to Fibonacci. The DNA molecule measures 34 angstroms long by 21 angstroms wide for each full cycle of its double helix spiral. These numbers, 34 and 21, are numbers in the Fibonacci series, and their ratio 1.6190476 closely approximates Phi, 1.6180339.
source:
http://io9.com/5985588/15-uncanny-examples-of-the-golden-ratio-in-nature
Prompt ~ Describe summer in your own words.
Summers in north India connote scorching heat, power cuts and hot winds.
It also connotes delicious mangoes, raw-mango mint chutney, saffron kulfi, sherbets, muslin kurtas, midnight bazaars and visit to grannies for children.
words ~ 33
Summer is about the rule of the Sun in the sky and that of heart on this planet. Coronary heart disease exhibits a winter peak and summer trough in incidence and mortality, in countries both north and south of the equator. Heart attacks are rare when the Sun is at its zenith.
Summers are about romance, love and relationships. It is the celebration of the spring equinox. It is a time of spiritual development as mentioned in ancient sacred texts throughout the world. It is the time when the vegetable kingdom blooms and produces the fruits that sustains the animal kingdom.
Copyright -John Nixon
“The Weird Pianist” won the United Nations Organization’s photo competition. This year’s theme was Weird and Wonderful (images can contain something weird OR wonderful OR both!)
The winning entries will be highlighted in the UNO calendar of 2013 and will also be posted on our website. The winner also gets a prize of 5000$ in the currency of his country of residence.
Winner claimed “I believe that piano could be played without using a keyboard”. He got the photo using above-knee prosthesis (Times, 17.11.2012)
In fact these were mannequin legs from a garbage bin in Karolbagh. Both of them left.
words ~ 100
Thanks & Shalom, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Harvesting of wheat, starts in spring. This pic was taken from running train.
Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever – Napoleon Bonaparte.
Prompt ~ Light (noun)
The humble electric bulb on a tall pole shed its pale yellow light on the street below. The pavement looked like the sclera of a cirrhotic alcohol abuser. The poor bulb failed to banish the darkness of the moonless night.
A few boys in their teens were picnicking under the electric pole. A closer look revealed that there was no food, only books on the bamboo mat that they were sitting on. Also, there was no idle chatter; just academic discussion and arguments.
Occasional flash of beams from passing cars lighted up the pavement. The youngest was a skinny boy with a shadow of newly arrived silken hairs on his cheeks and upper lip. The common feature about them was the twinkle of hope and determination in their eyes. The lamp post provided them with a sliver of opportunity
One morning, after a few days, the city page of Times carried a news item – Judge’s ‘Drunk’ Son Mows Down Five Boys. The accident had occurred at the very spot I had seen them. The skinny boy’s picture was also there.
No matter, how fast light may travel it always finds the darkness waiting for it.
Copyright Alastair Forbes
Sri, the blind Pranic healer, examined the tree through his energized palms by feeling the aura. He moved his palms from the ground to well above his head. His did not touch the tree.
This is not a human being, Dom!
Doubting Dom kept quiet.
Sri: This is not even an animal, Dom!
Dom: Yes, It is a rock!
Sri: No, You are lying …… just because I can’t see.
Dom: How do you know it is not a rock?
Sri: Well, I can feel the nervous energy! Is it a topped tree?
Dom: (Stunned) how did you know?
Sri: It felt like a very simple nervous system without the top chakras.
Dom: Explain in understandable language.
Sri: OK! If I cut you in two pieces from waist and take out all the nerves that are not in your control and stand them alone, I would conclude you are a topped tree.
Dom looked sheepish.
Words ~ 155
This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt provided by Alastair. Thank You.
Prompt…..
Copyright – Pirate
Macduff – Your royal father ‘s murder’d.
Malcolm – O, by whom?
Lennox – Those of his chamber, as it seem’d, had done ‘t:
Their hands and faces were an badged with blood;
So were their daggers, which unwiped we found
Upon their pillows:
They stared, and were distracted; no man’s life
Was to be trusted with them.
Macbeth – O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
That I did kill them.
He protects the Royals
and keeps their darkest secrets
safe from rising sun.
The challenge is to write a complete story in only three sentences.
Gulshan nailed the hive-holders shut to prevent his newly acquired bees from freezing, one especially cold January morning.
He found them all dead the next day.
They had died of constipation.
Copyright – EL Appleby
God allotted a specific life span to all creatures.
Man, however, wanted more and requested God to give him more years.
G: How long do you want to live?
M: 500 years!
G: That is not possible.
M: Well, 250 years!
G: Not possible
M: OK, how about 150 years.
G: I can arrange that by taking years off some creatures.
M: OK!
G: However, you will look a bit like them.
M: May I have a demonstration, please.
G: Look at the top of this page. The Elezeberwock can live up to 150 years.
words ~ <100
Thanks & Shalom, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Prompt ~ Freak (noun)
The unicorn is the only animal that Noah forgot to load on the ark and as such there are no unicorns on this earth. However, the spirit of some unicorns returns to haunt the human race for this omission by their ancestors.
Such a person can be recognized by a horn on the forehead. Being good to the haunted person is a sure cure for all types of sickness and poisonings. Often one can see a rainbow in their eyes or their smiles. The uninformed call them a freak.
The medical fraternity in its ignorance labels such human unicorns to be victims of cornu cutaneum and cut off their horns.
