This is an excerpt of a blog post I am working on that recalls the nine years I’ve put it in a family not-for-profit business. A blogger called Fandango suggested readers write posts centered on the word assist. As it so happened I have a post I’m editing that lends itself to that word, a form of the word I’ve included in the first paragraph, that I thought I would contribute to Fandango’s effort the first part of what will be three parts.
It was October 2012 that I took up working a graveyard, in the town where I reside, where I came from. My dad, Peter, got a burial ground to make do, with my assistance. His business is a charitable one, not unusual for a retired person. For a good number of years, he had been the manager of the municipal cemetery locally.
I think he probably handled the job at the bigger cemetery with an air of stoicism, which is normal for a person professionally handling grieving. It is a good position to take any time death enters the conversation.
Each plant, creature and individual inevitably passes, as dismal as that is. Stoicism is the mental process of remaining detached. I try not to engage too much mentally with the idea of stoicism, as I experience emotion, of course, and I am not sure it is healthy to detach too much from the experience of feeling real emotion.
Sometimes relationship advice for men I hear lends itself to the idea that stoicism is the best strategy for talking to women. A lady’s reaction, the unemotional man prompts you, isn’t to acknowledge a lady’s reaction to you. It sounds unwholesome, yet meeting ladies who begin to like you are a numbers game, except if you are youthful, attractive, fit and rich. That might be too obtuse to even think about fully articulating, yet I see where exhortation like that is coming from.
May I begin by saying that, in 2017, USA Today said that a Realtor.com study had about a third of respondents state that they would think about an opportunity to live in a spooky house. Numerous film and writing have investigated the possibility, and I know a particular case of music investigating the hereafter. That’s what this post is about, a song about living with a ghost.
By the way, from time to time, I work for a cemetery, called Maple Lawn Cemetery http://www.maplelawncemetery.org/24701.html I’ve been doing it since 2011, ten years. We care for the grounds of the cemetery, handled inquiries, and maintain a Facebook page for the business.
It’s not in isolation–on WordPress, author Jim Adams has come up with good blogging prompts, for October. His style is daily blogging that’s in good fun and shows a good aptitude for writing and a healthy interest in music.
For October 25, 2020, Jim’s prompts include the word, “ghost.”
I’m discussing today, “There’s a Ghost in My House,” a Fall song, a hit for the underground Manchester band. The Fall recorded a version of a 1967 northern soul song, which is a style of UK dance music. The northern soul was a variation on the style of the day, in U.S. clubs.
With “There’s a Ghost in my House,” The Fall’s songwriter, Mark E. Smith, took the notoriety of The Fall’s noisy stage act far and wide. The Fall received some critical acclaim, despite their strange sound, and despite a large number of personnel who were members of the band over the years.
The member who was a constant was singer Mark E. Smith. “There’s a Ghost in My House” got a second life when The Fall did it for their album called Domesday Pay-Off.
I’m not sure Mark E. Smith took the northern soul scene all that seriously because he didn’t take rock music real serious, but he did work on the band a great deal, putting out a lot of records over the years, with many different directions evident. Smith drew the name The Fall from an existential novel, by Albert Camus, nothing to do with autumn time, in case that’s a point of confusion.
I assume “There’s a Ghost in My House” was The Fall’s choice to more readily relate to American music.
“There’s a Ghost in My House” is not characteristic of The Fall’s music, nor did the band, with any line-up, want to play it much. I bet that The Fall wanted radio and club play by DJs of the day. The decision created a popularity for The Fall and took them in the direction of pop.
Their earlier record albums, however, showcased few pop elements.
Brian Holland, Lamont Dozier, and Eddie Holland, of the famed Motown Records label, wrote, “There’s a Ghost in My House,” together with R. Dean Taylor. Motown Records had originated in Detroit and moved to NYC.
Without any commercial success, a music single, however ingenious, remains a failure. However, it speaks to the artist’s intentions, and there are dozens of Fall albums, going back to the beginning of the nineteen-eighties. Smith’s singing has the odd characteristic of extra syllables he added at the end of words he sang, no joke.
Mark E. Smith’s lyrics could be described as semi-nonsensical. As an artist, Smith had a lot of power because he had so many ideas by which to explore a unique approach to rock music, and by an apparent willingness to change about. By that I mean Mark E. Smith and his band always remained The Fall, but tackled different experiments, of noise-making, for their music.
I’ve read Camus, the writer whose novel The Fall inspired the name of Smith’s band, but I don’t know that Camus was an influence on Mark E. Smith’s music. H. P. Lovecraft, according to Wikipedia, is one such influence, Lovecraft the sci-fi author who died in 1937, leaving a pantheon of stories behind about monster gods ruling Earth. The difference between Camus and Lovecraft is night and day, Camus thinking very much about man’s solitude in this lifetime, Lovecraft exploring what came before and themes of despair in the face of utter monstrosity.
Despite the decline of The Fall in the late nineties, Smith found a resurgence for The Fall in the last decade of his life. Smith died when he was sixty, in 2018.
He had remained interested in experimenting with rock music and had a great career throughout his time in The Fall. Some of his remarks about other rock musicians were harsh in tone, despite his contemporaries’ respect for his music. A 2011 article in the New Yorker recalled that, despite Sonic Youth having played covers of Fall songs on BBC radio, Smith only returned the favor by declaring that the BBC should revoke Sonic Youth’s “rock license.”
In April 2020, WordPress has reopened its Discover challenges. They are essays each day of the month to get bloggers to think about what to write. This week Krista Stevens is writing the Discover challenges.
Today’s prompt is “tempo.” One of Krista’s suggestions for tempo is a photo that shows motion. I looked at photos I took recently, and one I snapped December 11 last year represents motion well, I feel.
I have been contributing my time to a small local cemetery, and at the back of the cemetery, away from the avenue, is a hillside sloping down to where a creek runs. You can see many fallen tree leaves, blurred by chance. I think the blur is representative of the motion that the leaves made when they fell to the ground.
There is likewise brush in the photograph, with smoke spiralling endlessly high up. The smoke also indicates motion.
The water in the river, out of sight, itself is movement, as well.
These elements, the blurred leaves on the hill, the smoke from the fire, and the water in the background perhaps all contribute to the idea of “tempo” in the snapshot. There isn’t a great deal of movement occurring in the photograph. However, those visuals I’m bringing up add to a feeling of rhythm.
I wouldn’t necessarily have thought the photo would serve the purpose of showing motion or tempo, but I like how the photo turned out. It is easy for me to assign a label like motion, or tempo, to this specific snapshot.
I must have been enjoying myself, to illustrate a moment like that in a way that has some beauty to it. I am glad for the opportunity to show it off.
I’m looking forward to the weekend, as Sunday is the Ides of March, a day I’ve before celebrated, and to get serenity I needed to utilize a little ingenuity. Many individuals like this season. Of course, this year is upsetting for reasons I am sure that you know, from the news, but my father pointed out something to me, and coming to an understanding about this, I found myself wanting to add the idea.
I tuned in to what he said, two or three weeks prior, in his truck as we drove up the road, and I had a morning doughnut. In the next few days, I thought to compose this essay. This is how I would represent his idea–it isn’t all that much work. You’re welcome to make of it what you will.
My dad Peter is typically a calm man. The nature of our business is a cemetery, which we’ve operated together for eight or nine years. My dad managed a municipal cemetery for many years before he retired from there.
He decided he loved Maple Lawn when he learned its board of trustees no longer desired to maintain it. A week and a half ago, Dad unexpectedly gave me a life lesson, something that had moved him during his career with the city. He said a business speaker ignited a connection for him, a long time previously, something I didn’t think about him.
The speaker discussed a monkey, an issue, which I deduced implied a method for dealing with stress.
The speaker had said that another individual might bring you a monkey on the back. That person already has his or her monkey on the back, and sharing that load with you is reduced in intensity for the person being unburdened, but the problem remains, now shared with you. Now there are troubles for you, for you to bear yourself.
My dad said the message stayed with him. The story reminded me of the late Wayne Dyer, the writer of numerous books about otherworldly thinking, spiritual issues, that is, like negativity, to which I am occasionally subject. My father was venturing to propose I compose this essay, which I figured I could do, keeping in mind Dad’s convictions.
Dad cautioned me not to let the burden, of letting a monkey take hold on my back, ruin what I have, for myself, in my life. I felt for an instant pity wash, like bathwater, all through me, and I needed to take a quick glance out the window not to surrender to tears. I feel like that when I take a gander at myself in a light that I will never again find sensible.
It’s March now, and spring will break in about seven days. My birthday is on the Ides of March. This year it follows two days after Friday the 13th, today’s date, seldom real lucky in anyone’s book.
I will check whether I can slip this on. I unquestionably want to.
When my Uncle Rick’s brother, the artist, was alive, he hung a toy monkey on a store mannequin. The man who thought of that was a craftsman, and dress store administrator. My grip doesn’t quite coordinate the same energy.
Be that as it may, I discovered his craft intriguing, after his passing. My father said I should refer to the non-literal monkey. I tried to value the proposal.
Don’t let a monkey hang off of your back. I am a flawed human being, but I believe that you need to take care of yourself before you can do much for anyone else.
I wrote this three months ago, the beginning of the winter that changed lives around the world. I realize that despite my intention to offer kind wishes, nobody got what they wanted when the last month became unprecedented in history.
I didn’t factor into the equation how long we would be at the same task. Speaking in terms of temperature forecasts, some days were more tolerable than others.
Today the Canadian provinces of Quebec and Ontario ordered all non-essential businesses closed. They had already begun reacting to the new restrictions. When I raised the point with my dad the last couple of times we spoke together, he said that a cemetery is considered an essential service.
My dad has a business and we have an agreement that I will do some work for the cemetery which the business operates.The agreement is becoming strained, of course, because of the recession.
My mom asked me quietly why I seem disinterested. I wasn’t sure how to emphasize sympathy was the issue, given that the present events around the world are tragic and discouraging.
I decided to update this because that was kind of one winter I might be happy to put behind me. Seeing a copy of TROS was nice, though.
A week or so after a lovely Christmas rest and a pleasant New Year’s Day, we finished last year rather indignantly when a brushfire spread to one of our trees, a fire which we had to extinguish.
My mother turned seventy years old in December. She has been enormous for me, obviously, beyond what I can succinctly talk. She said she was pleased when she saw for herself this post.
I remember when Mom was asking me as Christmas approached what Christmas TV programming I might get to see, and she reminded me that a lot of the network TV shows are having their mid-season hiatus. It’s sort of in their absence, especially, that the network shows feel relevant and add heaps of joy to the calendar year.
I don’t have the foggiest idea whether you have a sentiment for January, or if nothing else be alongside associates with who you can explore the winter month of January. I know from the weight of popular interest in romance, and relationships, that there is something intrinsically human and good about the romance of winter.
While I’m a Canadian, I live in the southern ranges, where lake impact temperatures are generally sensible, while keeping you inside a greater amount of the time than you may somehow prefer to spend. Some people have that flair to form a unit that stops a problem, and sometimes, even if it is as routine as waiting for the cast of, for example, The Bachelor, to reconvene.
I risk appearing to be dismal if I reflect what getting in some Bachelor may accomplish for me.
It could prove, by the fact that I help at a cemetery, that being morose lives for me in a heart of darkness, but tempering that with an appetite for uplifting and curious experiences, you have in me, not a pack animal nor a reptile, but, I feel, an effusive human being, making a sound perceptible in its absence.
You don’t have a clue what you have until it’s gone, maybe, but I don’t know now that our certainties for the future have been upset what to expect entirely, nor, I take it, does anybody. Remember that prayer often provides relief.
What the app does is to find webpages for the purpose of putting content on Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn. Looking at it after its overhaul, I saw I needed to think of keywords for content that were both honest about what I am interested in doing, and valuable to people looking at me on Facebook, and on Twitter. The reality of whether the more fringe areas of my research were or weren’t going to fly in the face of other people squarely confronted me.
I don’t want to inadvertently confuse people.
Some of my ideas just weren’t going to work, I saw. Our Facebook page is small, but those people aren’t going to be swayed, I now believe, by where I had been putting my nose if I am being transparent.
There is an idea in business that employees don’t work for the boss, that in fact, the boss works for the employees. I work for the people who like the page. I don’t have the freedom to indulge every avenue I want to, if I don’t want to turn off the people I speak to, and it is probably true that new people I might possibly interest will have similar sensibilities to those who are already involved.
I hadn’t been aware the more fringe elements of my keyword research was a potential problem, and, without my input, a solution presented itself.
I had envisioned that I would find a strategy to make this work when the time came. With fresh eyes, I began to see how to better use my content tools going forward. In the process, I became, in a small way, a more honest person, at least more honest about what I am doing on social.
As the Buddhist maxim asserts: “Never lie, cheat, or steal.” I got a little more spiritual, yesterday, you might say. It was unexpected all the same.
Ten years ago the gaming company Paizo introduced the first season of the tabletop RPG Pathfinder to the public. In the nine years since each year there’s been an additional season until now we are Season 10. Each season brought with it new ideas for players of the role-playing game.
In 2016 the Humble Bundle website again made Pathfinder available in exchange for its usual “pay-what-you-like” model. Humble Bundle accepts funds for charity in exchange for what are usually digital materials for gaming. It was season six when I saw the opportunity on Humble Bundle to make a charitable donation in exchange for a lovely gaming bundle of digital materials for Pathfinder.
My twitter handle is @findingenvirons and my blog is found at https://findingenvirons1.blog …so that’s why I wanted to learn some of the rules of Pathfinder. Pathfinder is a fantasy environment to explore and combat. Characters representing players of the game are customized to keep many choices open when players put together a class, ancestry, and background.
Looking into what’s happening with Pathfinder, I went to Pathfinder publisher Paizo’s blog. I saw that Wednesday, February 13, 2019 Paizo announced that they are preparing version two of Pathfinder to improve upon the existing game. Playtest is over, so what’s the plan? https://paizo.com/community/blog
At this time Humble Bundle has brought back its offer of accepting funds for charity in exchange for more digital materials of the game, now in Season 10.
For $8 (about CA$10.58) Pathfinder game supplements Shattered Star 1 and 2 of 6 are included, along with several digital gamebooks for Pathfinder. For $15 (about CA$19.84) Shattered Star 3 and 4 of 6 become available along with many others. For $18 (about CA$23.80), all of Shattered Star unlocks, along with many, many others.
Version Two will be streamlined, but consistent, with the original design of Pathfinder. Tactical play will remain similar. Likewise, magical items will be similar to how they were in the first version.
On August 2nd Paizo started playtesting to ensure that Pathfinder version two will be as fun and as effective to play as the original version. Paizo made the reveal at Gen Con 2018.
Although I’ve never, strictly speaking, been part of playing Pathfinder, being familiar with how of the game works is of interest to me. It reminds me of playing Dungeons & Dragons, which is where the game Pathfinder began (creators of Pathfinder at first intended it to be a refinement of D&D’s “3.5”). I may pursue Season 10 for my own reasons, to get additional insight into Pathfinder, so that I better relate to players of the tabletop RPG.
It is exciting to think that this new edition is becoming available after ten years of popularity already.
To get a more accurate picture of what’s happening with Pathfinder, I turned to Quora for information. Although perhaps odd, I put my question to Quora this way: How would you recommend I proceed in anticipating the Pathfinder RPG version two?
Monday I received four answers.
Todd Gardiner, from Hieroglyph Photography, said this:
“If you anticipate an upcoming product, I would recommend you buy it.
“Not really sure what other advice you are seeking here. ‘How do I anticipate something?’ isn’t really a question most people ask.”
Given his constructive criticism, I see the value of his advice.
Ryan Marshall, the author of Gishes & Goblins, answered this way:
“Try not to worry about it, until it’s actually published. The beta test of the rules was a wide departure from the first edition, but it was also poorly received, so there’s no way to anticipate the scope of the changes they might implement.”
This was a problematic answer because Marshall is saying that the beta test possibly won’t stand the test of a comparison to the first version of Pathfinder. This is a very different point of view than the other three answers I received.
Steffen Häuser, playing Pen&Paper Games for 30 years, had this to say:
“Just play them. Me and my friends who before played 5e got ourselves some copies of the printed beta rules (available on amazon) and just started playing. Imho 2nd edition pf is hugely better than both dnd 5e and Pathfinder 1st editiob” (sp).
In contrast to Marshall’s answer, Steffen here is offering the point of view that the new version is superior to the first. A complete opposite of Marshall’s opinion!
Nelson Cunnington, a player since the 70s, said this:
“You need a plan to anticipate something? I can only suggest the usual eager looking-forward, interspersed with impatience that it isn’t coming quicker and depression that it hasn’t happened yet.”
I think Cunnington is looking at the situation with humor.
I did get one more answer a few days later. This is what one “Richard Bachman” had to say:
“I would avoid major purchases of Pathfinder 1 books until you see how things shake out in your area. If I enjoyed Pathfinder 1 (which I do), I would personally feel no need to change editions unless all my friends insisted on doing so and I could no longer find Pathfinder 1 games.”
Another fine response.
I hope the publisher Paizo continues to be successful, and also earns many charitable donations. Humble Bundle facilitates charitable giving in exchange for the enormous value of digital materials for play.
If you enjoyed this post, you’re welcome to “like,” follow me and/or comment. If you play Pathfinder, I am particularly interested!
Paizo Announces Pathfinder Second Edition for Summer 2018
We care-take a disbanded church, Louth United, formerly of the United Church, and also the cemetery which is on the church ground. We’ve done this for about four years, and I’ve helped design a little website for the cemetery, which you can find here:
I frequently take photos of our church and cemetery we care-take, I thought I would include one I took October, 2014, which shows the church, and includes the sight of headstones which mark graves. It is grim but that is where I am once a week, and I maintain the cemetery’s presence on Facebook:
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