Friday, September 28, 2012

LBC Topic - Faces

This week's LBC topic comes to us by way of Padmini. And an interesting topic it is.  Faces.

There are Small Faces

And there are Faces

There're Smiling Faces

Wise words those....

Everyone has many faces.   It's our job to understand what those faces mean -  and when to trust what comes from those faces.  Our ability to survive and even thrive can well depend on how we handle that simple task. Illusionists spend countless hours learning to read faces.  Perhaps we'd all be better served if we spent more time on just such a task.  It's not necessary to become a mentalist - that might be depressing.  Who really wants to know every lie being told.  But knowing a few might help a bit. Especially in an election year.

Then there's the ultimate face - book.  Who woulda thunk we'd all need social media to interact with each other.  I thought that was what life is all about.  Silly me. But it does allow people from all around this 3rd rock from the sun to meet and greet and enjoy each other's company - sometimes the best faces are those you've never seen up close and personal - but would like to.

Please check the other LBC members notions on faces.  Oughta be interesting....Anu, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Maxi, Maria SF, ocdwriter, Padmum, PaulRamana The Old Fossil and Will.  


  1. All the world's a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players:
    They have their exits and their entrances;
    And one man in his time plays many parts,
    His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
    Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
    And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
    And shining morning face, creeping like snail
    Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
    Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
    Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
    Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
    Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
    Seeking the bubble reputation
    Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
    In fair round belly with good capon lined,
    With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
    Full of wise saws and modern instances;
    And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
    Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
    With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
    His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
    For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
    Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
    And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
    That ends this strange eventful history,
    Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
    Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

    ~ Shakespeare

    And at each stage of life he presents many faces to suit the occasions.

  2. I love to sit with a coffee and watch the world go by, reading the faces and imagining the life stories of those who pass before me. Some happy and light of step, while others tread slowly and wearily on their way.

  3. You have given me a whole new insight, Shackman. Take a moment, read the face. I may learn something of those I know, and don't.

    Blessings to you ~ Maxi

  4. The music man strikes again. Hadn't heard that last one before. Is it The Undisputed Truth or the temptations?

  5. I like how you put it; that we all have many faces. Once we realize that, we can get rid of the term "two faced". :)