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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Monday, May 4, 2020

Remember The Handshake?

Remember when?
When people actually touched each other when they met?
Grabbing each other's hand as a sign of greetings?
I know,
right?
How unsanitary!
Don't even get me started on those
French People
who kiss each other's cheeks all the time.
That is putting spit in all the wrong places!
But I was talking about hands.
The History of the Handshake - HISTORY
The handshake really started off as a gesture of peace.
Showing the person in front of you that you didn't have a weapon in your fighting hand.
“An agreement can be expressed quickly and clearly in words,” the historian Walter Burkert once explained, “but is only made effective by a ritual gesture: open, weaponless hands stretched out toward one another, grasping each other in a mutual handshake.” 
Now,
I am asking you.
What will be the newest form of physical greeting of the future,
since the world has turned us all into germaphobes
and virus wary?
 Saying everyone will be wearing gloves is not the answer.
I want to hear some imaginative ideas.
The prize for the best idea?
My gratitude.
So write done some ideas in the
Comment Section
below
and I'll update this
Post
later in the week.
(If people participate.)

This is,
Washing My Hands,
Washing My Hands,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,


“I must go the washroom. I've shaken a lot of hands.”
- Yann Martel -


That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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