Friday JohnKu – AKA- TGIF – Fri-Yay/Good News

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This week’s good news story comes just in time for the holidays from The Good News Network.

Singing with Other People Improves Health More Than Singing Alone

Singing has been linked to numerous benefits for health, well-being, disease resistance, and recovery from injury. Still, when singing in a group, these benefits are greater than those of solo singers.

The research, though not new, still makes for a pretty darn good reason to join a caroling group or church choir for the holidays, or to take New Year’s Eve as an opportunity for some karaoke.

In this era of research into health and wellbeing, with more information available than ever, and expert voices contradicting recommendations at every turn—even those long thought to be made up of ‘settled science,’ it pays to set down some first principles.

Here’s one that serves as an effective guiding light in almost all situations: human health is the most resilient when existing in accord with our species’ evolutionary history.

Homo sapiens is a social animal, with virtually every facet of his lifestyle dependent in nature on his fellow man. Given that social isolation is deadly to our species, it probably shouldn’t be a surprise that harmonizing our voices together makes us feel better than belting out a song on our own.

Some scientists believe humans actually sang before we could speak: that we gradually expanded our capacity for vocalizations by mimicking the tones of nature.

Singing activates the vagus nerve, which modulates our body’s ability to calm itself. The activation is done through long and slow expirations and inhalations needed to sing whole verses and long notes, which doubles up with a thorough activation of numerous neural pathways on both sides of the brain, and a release of feel-good endorphins.

David Cox, exploring this topic for the BBC, wrote that singing also produces other measurable physical effects, including regulation of the heart rate and blood pressure. Singing in groups or choirs, Cox says, has even been found to boost \immune function in ways that simply listening to the same music cannot.

Some of this might be explained by the demands singing puts on the pulmonary system, which has been calculated to be as demanding as a brisk intensity walk. With cardiovascular exertion, there is health and greater physiological alignment, including in the immune system.

However, science has also shown that complete strangers can forge unusually close bonds after singing together in a way not seen in team sports, for example. This is called the ice-breaker effect, and very much captures the fact that singing can reveal the interior character of a person more than chit-chat can.

“I can’t speak for all the cultures of the world, but in the West, singing seems very much an extension of speech,” said GNN’s managing editor Andy Corbley, who was trained as a singer and worked as a children’s vocal coach before entering journalism.

“In my work, I found the children who were most eager to tell me about their life outside of classes were also the ones who projected their voice the most in the studio. I had one student who was a selective mute, and who wouldn’t speak with me—couldn’t even say hello—but after 90 minutes of coaching, was able to sing the words she ordinarily wouldn’t speak.”

“To my mind, it shows how singing begins with trust: trust in yourself that your words have value and power, and trust that those around you will listen to those words. That’s a very powerful, sort of, social contract.”

The good news about this story is it is good for the health to sing with others instead of avoiding them. Today’s JohnKu talks about getting together. I hope you have a lovely weekend.

Together by John W. Howell © 2025

The science shows it,

One case of good assembly . . .

Singing with humans

Thursday – A little Personal – Twiggy and Tempeste on Watch

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“So why the long face, Twiggy?”

“Brother. You know I have a droop.”

“Well, yeah, but I thought you looked worried.”

“No. Everything is fine. Thought I would gaze out for a while.”

“What’s out there?”

“A couple of deer mooching carrots off Mom.”

“I like the term mooching. You know I would be upset with them if I liked carrots.”

“I know what you mean. I hope they never develop a taste for kibble.”

” Looks like they have had enough and are exiting to the right.”

“You are very observant today. You even got the direction right.”

Seems a little lonely when they go.”

“I agree. I know I called them moochers, but it is nice to see them in the morning.

“Hey, look at that. Some wise guy is driving down the street.”

“Yeah. He’s not allowed to do that without a bark.”

“How do we get down from here?”

“Just follow my lead. Don’t get ahead of me.”

“Okay, I’m right behind you.”

“Just point your nose down the stairs and let it rip.”

“Wow. That wasn’t as hard as I thought.”

“The rule is nose before butt.”

“I got it. By the way. Did Mom paint this room? It looks yellow.”

“Yeah, I noticed. Nope, it’s just the lamp reflection off the white walls. There is probably a filter for that, but you know Dad.

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Finger Point Prompt – Language

Today, I randomly opened Eternal Road – The last stop to page 233. With eyes closed, I pointed to the page. The word closest to my finger is “language.” That is our prompt

Language by John W. Howell © 2025

“That is not the kind of language we use, young man.”

“Sorry, Mum, but I’m very frustrated.”

“Over what?”

“Well, you know how Pa sent me out to hunt for dinner.”

“He said it was about time you learned to contribute to the family.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

“So, what is so frustrating?”

“Pa makes everything look so easy.”

“And?”

“I found out that hunting is more complex than it looks.”

“I think anyone could have told you that.”

“Well, long story short, I didn’t get any dinner.”

“Hmm. That does present a problem for you.”

“I know. Pa is going to be pretty mad.”

“Don’t you think your father knows how hard hunting is?”

“I suppose. He’s been doing it a long time.”

“And don’t you think he would have made sure we had dinner, knowing it was your first time?”

“You mean?”

“I think the only problem is not your father getting mad, but how you see yourself as a hunter.”

“A failure.”

“See, that’s not the way you should look at it.”

“Well, that’s how I feel.”

“You have to know that every time your father went hunting, he didn’t always bring back dinner.”

“Really?”

“Really. But what he did was to continue to go out each day, no matter what.”

“So never give up?”

“That’s it. Tell me, did you see any game?”

“Sure.”

“So what happened?”

“Every time I stalked the game, they ran away.”

“Sounds like a scent problem.”

“What’s that?”

“Did you pay attention to the wind?”

“No. What’s wind got to do with it?”

“Springboks have a great sense of smell. If the wind is behind you, your scent blows toward them.”

“If the wind is in my face, then their scent blows towards me and mine is not detectable.”

“That a boy. Take this information and make us proud.”

“Make the pride proud. You got it, ma.”

I will be taking a blogging break from Friday of this week to Thursday of next. Totally off the grid.

Top Ten Things Not to Do When Writing the Great American Novel

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This list was authored by Marie Ann Bailey and me and posted on September 30, 2013. We hope it is still useful.

Top Ten Things Not To Do When Writing the Great American Novel

10. If you are writing the Great American Novel, do not begin your manuscript with the words, “It was a dark and stormy night.” These words have already been copyrighted by Snoopy, and you could find yourself in a nasty lawsuit.

9.  If you are writing the Great American Novel, do not let your spouse read a word of it. Your spouse will want to protect you from yourself and make suggestions that could lead to annulment proceedings by both of you.

8.  If you are writing the great American novel, do not use your friends, neighbors, or family members as easily identified characters. People tend to be a little touchy when they think you have exposed them for what they really are.

7.  If you are writing the Great American novel, do not include sex scenes that at some later time you will need to explain “How did you know that?” to your spouse. Even worse would be the question, “Why haven’t we done that?”

6.  If you are writing the great American novel, do not tell anyone you are doing it until it is all done. If you talk too much, the people you tell will give you several stories that they are sure you can use. Even worse, you will have to listen to all the stories about how they are also going to write a book, as if it is as easy as saying.

5.  If you are writing the Great American Novel, do not start replacing frustrated moments with food and drink. The frustration will continue, but you might find yourself in a position where you need new clothes beyond your tattered, trusted terry-cloth robe for that book launch party. It could also be that you will need to seek help for your addictions.

4.  If you are writing the great American novel, do not assume everyone in the world is causing you to come down with a case of writer’s block. The interruptions are a way for normal people to test whether or not you are still of sound mind and body. The writer’s block is all yours.

3.  If you are writing the great American novel, do not try to get your family to understand why you would rather remain behind to tap on your keyboard than to go to the movies, theater, restaurant, bar, or sporting event. Simply pretend to have come down with a bout of the flu and let it go. You may have to create some unusual sounds, but as a world-famous author, you can do it.

2.  If you are writing the Great American Novel, do not suspend everyday hygiene routines. The wild-eyed, disheveled, evil-smelling iconic view of an author is long past. If you are clean and look healthy, you will avoid unusual questions, not to mention the threat of intervention from loved ones.

1.  If you are writing the Great American Novel, do not let anyone tell you that you are wasting your time. The fact that you just might be doing so is nobody else’s business but yours. You will eventually reach your goal (or not), but at least you had the faith to get there.

I will be on break from Friday to Thursday of next week – That is to mean totally off the grid.

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – Drink

 

A picture of a string with drops of water- the logo for SoCS

 

With brain pounding and mouth drooling my coffee drink is finally ready. A sip of the life affirming elixir is interrupted by the invasive sound of Westminster chimes signalling some idiot can’t read the sign above the doorbell that reqads in large letters DO NOT RING THE DOORBELL. Twiggy and Tempeste have gone into stage two barking and a Benny bone has to be tossed into the soundproof room. Having tossed the bone and slammed to door behind the decibel bending fur sisters peace once again returns to the manor. Checking the security camera feed there is no one to be seen on the porch.  “What do you want?” is my command from the intercom. “Message from Linda Hill,” is the reply. “Just leave it.”

After some sniveling and expressed fear of losing a deliver job the security system shut down process is begun. The SWAT team needs to be put on standby. A quick text to the leader confirms that status. Also, the flight of A-10 Warthogs must be diverted. Another call to the commander puts that worry to rest. The SEAL team needs to be called off and a call to the leader makes that possible. The control panel makes the shutdown of the security system process simpler. The boiling oil vats are put on standby, the turret mortars disengaged, the Trebuchet on safety, the concertina wire rolled, the Claymore mines reset, the tower Gatling guns on safety, the moat net dropped, the alligators fed, the IEDs and shoulder-held rockets put away. The locks on the door are thrown.

Standing there is a character that looks very much like Daffy Duck. He has a note in one hand and the other looks like he is expecting a tip. Taking the note and offering as a tip to “Watch out for black holes,” the door is slammed. The security system shows the duck sticking his tongue out as he backs down the drive. I reengage the system and open the note. It reads: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “drink.” Use it as a noun or a verb, use it any way you’d like. Have fun

To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s  post. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2025/06/13/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-14-2025/

Drink by John W. Howell © 2025

“Are you kidding me?”

“What?”

‘Did you pay Linda Hill to come up with “drink” as the prompt?”

“No it just happened.”

“Come on. Every week we sit here and talk about VooDoo Rangers and then go drink them.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Just looks a little too convenient to me.”

“Well sometimes we can catch a break. This is the day.”

“I suppose. Well ow that we have broken the ide.”

“Call Uber.”

“I have. He’s right over there.”

Photo by Resa MCConaghy

“That’s colorful.”

“Yes, and looks at all the room in back.”

“I wonder what they hauled in that thing?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“What does that mean?”

“Part of the deal is we would help with deliveries.”

“Deliveries of what?”

“Golden Bird dung.”

“Huh?”

“Only two stops.”

“And?”

“We have to shovel it out.”

“Not sure I’m dressed for that.”

“Don’t worry there are boots, gloves, and overalls in the truck.”

“Gas mask?”

“Um. Don’t think so. Man you are so fussy.”

“Yeah that’s me.”

 

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Shake.”

A picture of a string with drops of water- the logo for SoCS

The coffee machine required a shake to allow the beans to enter the hopper. Sometimes they get hung up at the opening, and the grinder goes nuts trying to figure out where the beans have been hiding. This is knowledge obtained by having a heart-to-heart talk with the AI in charge. The AI explained that a shake wasn’t necessary and that simply pushing the beans into the hopper was sufficient. Of course, to do that would be to deny the opportunity to score on the prompt today. Finally, the first sip is available, and with it, the dreaded doorbell chimes.

A toss of several treats into the soundproof room contained the sound of Twiggy and Tempeste attempting to break the sound barrier with their barking. Slamming the door brought a quiet, only disturbed by the whooshing in my ears left from fractured eardrums.

The security system must be deactivated before opening the front door and addressing the visitor. Before that, though, the SWAT team needs to be put on standby. A quick text to the leader confirms that status. Also, the flight of A-10 Warthogs must be diverted. Another call to the commander puts that worry to rest. The control panel makes the shutdown of the security system process simpler. The boiling oil vats are put on standby, the Trebuchet on safety, the concertina wire rolled, the Claymore mines reset, the tower Gattling guns disengaged, the moat net dropped, the alligators fed, the IUDs and shoulder-held rockets put away. The locks on the door are thrown. A look at the security camera screen shows a large yellow bird with its eyes way too close to the camera lens. “What do you want?” is transmitted through the speaker. The birds responds, “Message from Linda Hill.”

The bird is instructed to read the message. In a high voice, she reads aloud, “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘shake.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!”

Thanking the bird, the instructions are to leave the message and beat it. “What, no tip?” the bird yells. “Stay away from black holes,” is the tip. The Bird turns, gives her tail feathers a shake, and disappears down the drive.

To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda Hill’s post. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2025/04/25/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-26-2025/

Shake by John W. Howell © 2025

“No future visit.”

“Well, Edna Ferber did win the Pulitzer prize for her novel So Big today in 1925″

“Why didn’t we go to see that?”

“It was just a news article. I suppose she had a party, but we weren’t invited.”

“Okay, so you went with Big Bird.”

“I didn’t say it was Big Bird. I would have to get authorization to do that.”

“Fine, so it was a big yellow bird.”

“Yup. There are hundreds of those around.”

“Sure, there are. Just like hundreds of VooDoo Rangers.”

“That didn’t take long.”

“What?”

“Till you worked VooDoo Ranger into the conversation.”

“Why wait?”

“Call Uber.”

“Did he’s over there.”

Photo by Dan Antion

“No way.”

“They are going to pay us.”

“How does that help get to the pub?”

“A new tire and we are on our way.”

“Wait a minute. Who’s driving?”

“The guy who went to get a tire.”

“How long is that going to take?”

“There he is now. Come on, shake a leg and let’s give him a hand.”

“Why I get involved in this stuff, I’ll never know.”

“That’s funny.”

“What’s funny?”

“You write it and wonder how you get involved.”

“Yeah, good point. What do you want me to do?”

“Hold these lug nuts.”

 

 

Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF – Fri-Yay/Good News

The Working Bikes workshop in action during the pandemic – credit, Working Bikes

 

Today’s good news comes from the Good News Network.

Chicago Bicycle Refurbishers Pedal Good to the World for 26 Years With 150,000 Bikes Saved from Landfills

For 25 years, a local nonprofit has been refurbishing bikes for resale or donation to communities in need in Chicago and the world.

Over the years, its horizons have continued to expand beyond the Windy City and out to the farthest corners of the world.

Working Bikes, located at 2434 S. Western Ave in Chicago’s Little Village neighborhood, has seen an awful lot of bikes pass through its doors; pulling them from landfills, picking them up off the curbside, or accepting them from community members. Over 150,000 have been repaired since the registered 501(c)3 got its wheels turning in 1999.

12% of all the bikes they restored are sold in the Working Bikes storefront. 15% meanwhile are donated right back to the people of Chicago through local program partners that will ensure they arrive in the hands of people in need of transportation.

The whole operation is volunteer-supported: anyone can come in and fix a bike or learn how. A few dedicated employees ensure that salable models are in excellent condition, or boast unique designs and features.

“I think there’s always a need in Chicago,” said Trevor Clarke, current director of Working Bikes, in an interview with CBS Chicago.

“There are disinvested communities here who really lack access to transportation, and we saw that spike in with the new arrival population, so we had an acute need for people who were just coming to Chicago.”

Thousands more bikes—the majority, in fact—await delivery to Working Bikes’ overseas partners in Mexico, Venezuela, Albania, Uganda, Angola, Egypt, Cuba, and many, many more countries.

Working Bikes provides not only bicycles and spare parts but also training to the Bwindi Bicycle Program in rural Uganda, which trains women to repair and maintain bikes. This is just one of many local organizations supported by Working Bikes.

“The focus is really on employment for the ladies,” Clarke said. “They set up the shops, we help provide the training, we continue to provide the bikes—and the ladies who were trained eight years ago train this new group for a new shop.”

100,000 of the 150,000 bikes the Working Bikes team refurbished have gone to these overseas difference-makers. They arrive unrideable, but with the training and tools to repair them. Each bike is then sold for prices relevant to the local economy, and many of these partners provide microloans to prospective buyers.

WATCH the story from CBS below… or for viewers outside the US, WATCH HERE…

The good news in this story is what would normally be waste is turned into usable products that have purpose. Today’s JohnKu talks about elimination waste. I hope you have a super weekend.

Reuse by John W. Howell © 2025

Why discard something,

When someone could value it . . .

Need to think before.

 

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy, Tempeste, and Temptation

“What’s going on, Tempeste?”

“MMMifftt.”

“Are you eating leaves over there?”

“Not leaves. Just one leaf.”

“You know what Mom and Dad said about that.”

“Yeah, but they don’t know how tasty they are.”

“Don’t come crying to me when you get a tummy ache.”

“Haven’t had one yet.”

“Yeah, but there is always the first time.”

“I think I’ll take my chances.”

“Where did you find that leaf. Dad keeps this place picked up.”

“You know, it just floated down like manna from heaven. It was like it was meant for me.”

I think the whole thing is disgusting.”

“Want to try one?”

“For heaven’s sake, no. You should spit it out, too.”

“Well, a little late for that.”

“Eww, you ate it?”

“It just sorta melted in my mouth.”

I prefer the real food myself.”

“Speaking of that. I think I hear the call of the dinner dish.”

“At least your ears are normal.”

“Oh, by the way. You won’t tell Mom about the leaf, will you?

“And break her heart. Not on your life.”

“You are the greatest.”

Note: No actual leaves were eaten in this dramatization.

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Finger Point Prompt – “Bothers”

 

 

I opened Eternal Road – The final stop to page 181 and with my eyes closed I pointed to the page. My finger fell closest to the word “bothers.” That is our prompt today.

Bothers by John W. Howell © 2025

“So what bothers you most about the neighborhood.”

“What makes you think anything bothers me?”

“You have this grumpy look all the time.”

“I certainly can’t help the way I look.”

“But is it a frown or just the way those eyebrows are positioned.”

“You know I don’t spend a lot of time looking at myself. Let’s just say it is what it is.”

“Okay. Gosh no need to get upset.”

“I’m not upset but here it is hardly dawn and I’m having to explain how I look.”

“I can see why that would bother you. I was just wondering is all.”

“Okay then. How about we get on with the day.”

“We good then?”

“Yea we are good. What do you have planned?”

“I thought I would go fishing today. You want to come?”

“I wouldn’t mind going with you but I’m not much for catching fish. I mean I don’t really know how.”

“Well, I can show you how.”

“That would be nice. I think a change of diet might be a good thing.”

“What are you used to eating.”

“Mice.”

“Mice? Eww.”

“Oh come on. That is about all I can catch. I’m not a big ole eagle like you.”

“Do you know what they call you?”

“Yeah. Screech Owl.”

“Stupid name. You don’t screech. Those hawks screech.”

“Yeah enough to scare the bejesus out of you.”

“What ya say. Want to fish?”

“Sure. Let’s go.”