“As somebody once said...there's a difference between a failure and a fiasco. A failure is simply the non-presence of success. Any fool can accomplish failure. But a fiasco...A fiasco is a disaster of mythic proportions. A fiasco is a folktale told to others that makes other people feel more alive because it didn't happen to them.”

             “No true fiasco ever began as a quest for mere adequacy.” However "A motto of the British Special Service Air Force is: 'Those who risk, win.' A single green vine shoot is able to grow through cement. The Pacific Northwestern salmonbeats itself bloody on its quest to travel hundreds of miles upstream against the current, with a single purpose. Life."

(These are lines of Elizabethtown.)

 

Wish you a sparkling New Year

May you glow in love, peace, and fulfilled dreams!

 

【The story where my name is from】
 
Athamas was the king of Thessaly and he lived in Halus, a city beside the Aegean Sea. However he was not married, because he could not find a woman beautiful enough to be his wife.

 

Early one morning Athamas was walking in the mountains, following a little river when from behind a large rock came the sound of laughing. He quietly climbed up the rock and peering over the top he saw three beautiful maidens swimming and diving in the river. One of the maidens was even more beautiful than the others with golden hair that hung like a cloak, and the king fell in love with her. Just at that moment he accidentally knocked a stone from the rock, it fell in the water with a splash, frightening the girls. They quickly dressed and flew away, although they did not have any wings.The king returned to the spot again and again, but he never saw them. Nothing gave him any pleasure and he began to grow thin and pale.

 

When it seemed that he may die from his grief Aphrodite appeared to him in a dream. She told him that the maidens returned to the place beside the rock at dawn after the new moon. He should hide in the wood and then steal the clothes of the girl he was in love with, so that she was not able to fly away with the others. The king remembered the dream when he awoke and waited for the new moon.On the night of the New moon, the king set off for the rock, and was already hiding when the maidens arrived at dawn. While they were playing in the water Athamas stole the clothes of the most beautiful girl. Then the maidens saw him, two of them grabbed their clothes and fled. The third girl just sat weeping, hiding under the cloak of hair, begging the king to give her clothes back. He would not give them back until she promised to marry him, and he told her about Aphrodite's message. She at last consented and once dressed followed him back to the palace. She told him her name was Nephele (meaning cloud) and that she was anymph.

 

They were married and had a son named Phrixus and a daughter named Helle. Hermes gave the children a ram with a golden fleece which would play with them and allow them to ride on its back.

 

Helle and Phrixus
Although King Athamas was very happy with his family except for one thing, every summer when it became hot and cloudless Nephele grew pale and went away, Athamas did not know where. She reappeared when the rain clouds came back. After this happened for several years, one year she did not come back. But shortly after her disappearance a beautiful woman named Ino came to the city.

Ino was a witch who drugged the king and made him forget Nephele and fall in love and marry her. They also had two children, a boy and a girl. Ino hated Phrixus and Helle and made them dress in rags and work in the house and fields, while her own children had the best of everything.

One day when Phrixus and Helle were out taking care of the sheep they met an old, poor woman, who they took pity on and brought home with them. The woman was taken into the house as a nurse and looked after all four children. But as she was really Nephelle in disguise she paid particular attention to Phrixus and Helle.

 

The children grew and Phrixus and Helle were more beautiful than Ino's own children, so she decided to kill them. Although all the children slept in the same room, Ino's children had crowns on their heads and beautiful covers. One night Phrixus was barely awake and he thought he dreamt the old nurse coming into the room and putting the crowns and covers on him and his sister. But it was not a dream, and when Ino came in with a dagger to kill her step children, she stabbed the two children without the crowns.

 

When Ino's children were found dead the next morning, and the nurse was nowhere to be seen, everybody believed Ino when she said the nurse must have killed her children. Because of Ino's murder of her own children, drought and famine came to the land. Every day the hot sun rose and blazed through the sky without a cloud. Athamas sent messengers to Delphi, but Ino bribed them before they went, paying them gold to bring back the message that Phrixus and Helle must be sacrificed to the gods.

 

The messengers brought back the message, and although the king was devastated he knew he could not disobey the gods. "Dear gods of Olympus," sobbed the forgotten Nephele, "I have no life but for my children. I beg you to save the life of my innocent son. There is evil in the royal household. Please also save my daughter from that evil. I ask for nothing more."

 

Nephele's prayers were answered：when Phrixus and Helle were wreathed in flowers and taken to the temple, followed by the weeping people， the golden ram walked with the children, and as they came within sight of the sea the gods spoke through him. The ram told the children to climb on his back and hold onto his horn. The children did as they were told and the ram flew away over the sea.

 

The ram flew Eastwards for many hours. Meanwhile, Phrixus and Helle, flying high over the sea between Europe and Asia were mesmerized by their view of the sparking waters far below as they reflected the sun and the fleece of their golden ram. "How extraordinary!" exclaimed Helle, loosening her grasp of the ram's golden wool as she gazed at the glittering beauty of the scene below. A sudden gust of wind blew her off balance and although she grabbed for the ram's wool, it slipped from her fingers and she fell into the sea. Phrixus wasn't fast enough to save her and his tears dropped like rain over what would later be called the Hellespont, after the drowned princess.

 

Phrixus and the ram flew on over the Euxine Sea (Black Sea) until they reached a country named Colchis there the ram landed and promptly died as an offering to Zeus. Phrixus had his beautiful golden fleece stripped and hung on an oak tree in a dark wood where it was guarded by a Dragon. Phrixus married the king's daughter and lived a long happy life.

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