I Hate Swimming
I am barefoot
and the pavement burns
my pale soles.
I begin to shuffle
first to the left
then, right.
Holding each
until I can no longer stand
without wobble.
I would seek shelter
but, that would find
me leaving you
alone, again.
And, I can’t.
Won’t.
Your willful eyes
and your exuberance
stand with me.
I am here
to brave the burn.
p.s. all that stuff about going blind is a lie.
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Yes, I am aware.
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No Contest
even if no one gets me, if i'm the only one laughing at my jokes, i won't hide myself away from life. it's uncertain and it's dirty and it's fucking exciting, and i want to be a part of all of it.
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
heart full
Today on my way home from class, I stopped off at the petrol station for some petrol. I paid on my card which wasn’t a lot, and then as I was getting into my car, I saw an old man walking past the building. He had a red and green stripy jumper which was frayed at the ends. He was also wearing some jeans that were dirty and had holes all over.
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
It helped.
Jennicula,
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Blog header image by: Anima
I would like to credit the photographer and thank her for sharing her work.
something
Don't let anyone tell you how to live your life. Hold your head up high and be proud of who you are. If you've had a shitty day and you feel like people just don't want you to be happy, and when you find yourself struggling to make it through the day, just keep on believing and keep the faith. Also, from personal experience, don't push people away. When they say they want to help and that they are there for you, let them in. Believe me, I know how fucking scary that thought is, but don't shut others out.
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
Retro-spectacled
Sometimes, when you look back on stuff in your life, you know, the crap that makes you shake your head and say, "Holy shit, what the Hell was I thinking?" it's part of what makes you - you.
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
aloft
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
Electric Blue
…today I saw a ulysses butterfly it was in our yard and settled to feed on our hibiscus. They really are fantastically beautiful things, the electric blue is amazing, however as they sit with their wings closed they are rather nondescript and dull. Sometimes people are like that, from the outside they seem unappealing but within there hides an amazing beauty for those lucky enough to see it. I hope you appreciate beauty in all things, and look for it perhaps where others miss it.
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.
I read your post again and suddenly without warning memories of construction paper filled my head. I remembered all the lop-sided flowers my girls made when they were young. Bright blue, yellow and pink flowers that were cut out with blunt end scissors would fill the windows to decorate for Easter. An occasional bunny was attempted but those usually ended up looking like creatures from a horror movie. Flowers were so much easier. I can close my eyes and hear the paper being cut into petals. I can smell the Elmer’s glue squirted on in huge blobs to attach each misshapen petal to form the flowers. We had a huge arts and crafts box full of wonderful items just waiting for their imaginations to turn into something wonderful. In my mind I see my daughters, as they once were, small, blond little girls sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of paper and other art supplies. They would create their masterpieces then proudly show each other. Oh and Lord the messes that would ensue if the glitter made an appearance. Now, the box is forgotten. I’m not really sure where it even is anymore. The few flowers so lovingly created that survived are faded and dusty and high on a shelf they sit. Time marches on, so many things get left behind.
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
From the corner.
I wonder if you noticed
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
Thank You. Truly.
"This little world has grown around us, out of nothing, and it is a remarkable thing. Even the dark and dirty parts, the violent parts. Humanity will not thrive without passion."
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Uncondensed
Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Character Advocacy.
"Don't ever pretend to be something you're not. You are who you are, and no one can change that. The people who don't like the real you are just gonna have to suck it. Don't take shit from anyone. Don't crumble. Throw a few birds, and walk on.
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
Art by: Toujours
“I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren't paralyzed, my imagination and my memory.”
Jean-Dominique Bauby
Jean-Dominique Bauby
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«Oldest ‹Older 1401 – 1600 of 3282 Newer› Newest»Lol elena and amy.
Thanks sugarplum. I shall check them out :)
oh anon that is so cute!!!
what about a ghostbuster elena?
*grins*
Wendy, you'll have to come and do the show with me sometime! They DO have a dungeon!
"It's holding up the roof?"
Quick thinking, Amy!
bit quirky, but funny. glad you liked it ergo.
Amy that is when you practice using your axe to cut the hole in the roof. It's a firemen thing
well, pole dancing, absinthe, and sex shows, huh? it's beginning to look like i'm in the wrong movie.
Congratulations, Ergo!!!!!!
*throws confetti, blows horns, bangs drums and squirts whipped cream*
*leads Ergo to center pole for a celebratory spotlight dance*
I thought ghostbusters too!
anon I was tickled by the fact Australia is just WTF?
I got *both* of your emails sugarplum? Can you believe it? It's a miracle ^_^
oh so wendy we have to explain to MAYO why there is a pole?
*does an experimental twirl*
OH LORD
Anon how on earth did I not think Ghostbuster?
I need a damn pole
Great twirl, Ergo!!! I knew that whipped cream would help!
Umm....like Amy said. It's holding up the roof! And, we can decorate it for Christmas. He won't need to buy a tree this year!
The end of ze world anon: LOL and Thank You!
Sweetcheeks: It is a miracle!!!!! See, they do still happen!
elena we all need damn poles! :)
I'm sure Mayo wouldn't mind a pole if we explained why we have it
or we could just demonstrate for him
Really, do you think we need to ask Mayo why there's suddenly a dancing pole in the middle of the living room?
...
This is MAYO. He of the Secret Bedside Drawer.
amy...he's already got one! (spoken in an outrageous french accent)
You can use Mayo's pole, Elena! Once Ergo is finished with it, that is. ;)
And, on that note, I must be off. My own pole is beckoning. It's attached to my hot water heater!
Have a great night Ergo, Amy, Sweetcheeks, Elena, Hikaru, anons, TJ, lurkers, Mayo, SS! Try not to pull too many muscles tonight.
Sweet dreams to one and all!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Hi PJ!
add some tinsel and call it a christmas pole?
goodnight wendy
*smmooooch* sweet dreams
Add some ribbons, and it's a Maypole.
We bought it early this year, the good ones are always gone by mid-april.
Okay I agree we don't need to ask Mayo...We'll just install it but I want to be the first to slide down Mayo's pole (as a ghostbuster you know)
Goodnight Wendy!
TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!
Goodnight Sugarplum sweet dreams *blows kiss*
Elena, just make sure you let us know when you're coming down. You don't want to hit anyone who might be waxing the base.
*runs back in*
I can't say no to an offer like that, Amy. You know how much I love those Dungeons!!!! Set the date and I'll be there ~ with bells on. Literally! ;)
*blows night night kisses*
Mayo!!!
would you mind if we decorated your pole for Christmas?
Night Wendy
Night Amy
*bursts out laughing at Ergo*
aww how sweet...you want to decorate his pole ^_^
Mayo's pole is waxed?
would it need buffing then?
Well if you want to keep from getting metal slivers, you'd have to give it some kind of protective coating. Not to mention the occasional washing, and yes, I would think buffing might be a good idea too.
I mean, this pole, it needs to stand up to a lot of wear and tear.
hmmm...i was gonna say something...but i doon't think so!
It's logical to want to take good care of nice things. That's all I'm saying.
Oh Oh
can I volunteer?
You know years of housekeeping should pay off for something
Elena, I think it should be everyone's responsibility. I know a lot of us have free time in this house, it's not gonna kill anyone to spend some time cleaning the pole.
I mean, we're all gonna use it, right?
I'm sure you'd be qualified Elena
anon you have to be careful, it sure is a slippery subject
*doorbell rings*
Huh?
*runs over to the door to find an envelope on the floor*
*opens it and reads*
Huh. Figured.
I agree Amy
We must all do our part to service Mayo's pole
you guys have no idea how bad that sounds
oh yes we do!
What?
Anon, you must get your mind out of the gutter. LOL
elena, ergo agreed! *pokes tongue out*
i have you know, my mind is as chaste as me ^_^
Oh then you can be
Anon The Pure
going to bed now.
good night everyone.
Night TJ
Sweet dreams
mayo,
all the stuff i have to do to get back on my feet is kinda pressing in on me tonight.
and there's nothing i can write to you that i can even pretend you'd want to hear.
so, good night. sleep well.
goodnight TJ sweet dreams
i have you know, my mind is as chaste as me ^_^
oh really?
goodnight toujours, sleep well
that's right ergo ;)
Goodnight Teej!
You know, there's nothing wrong with having a healthy sexual mindset, but hearing dirty epithets in housecleaning, especially the all-important pole-waxing, isn't all that funny.
By the way, am I the only one that got the confirmed reservation for A Spot in Hell?
Yes?
Okay, just checking.
*brrrring brrrrrring*
Oh Amy that was just Hell confirming your reservation
it appears we all have rooms together!
Oh good!
At least I'm bunking with people I know.
:P
Hell Amy
It would take more than Mayo's pole to land me a spot in hell.
That's cause I'm a Saint
don't worry amy, been there, done that.
not as bad as they say. at least you stay nice and toasty.
I think mayo's pole looks a bit bare, maybe we could train some ivy?
I don't think Mayo wants anything growing on his pole
Ivy tends to clutch at things Ergo. You think it'll be a good idea?
We could use Morning Glories, or Moonflowers, so it would be pretty all day.
2:20, that's a relief. I was hoping they weren't going to expect me to chip in for heat, lights and hot water.
yeah greenery on your pole probably wouldn't be good
Well Ergo, it would get squished pretty quick. We'd have to untangle it to use it, then tangle it back up again.
Maybe it's better to have a nice, clean, hand buffed pole instead. It could be like.. a showpiece.
Well as much as I like talking about Mayo's pole I gotta go.
I have to do my goodnight and oh hell the clicky link is involved so no telling how this will go.
Take care guys, love ya (you too anon)
Goodnight Elena!
You OWN that clicky link!
Yeah Amy a showpiece...
Mayo could proudly display it for all to see.
Oh hell, I really gotta stop now
very true amy, don't want to get all tangled up with Mayo's pole now do we?
goodnight Elena sweet dreams
Well Elena, if we're going to use it, he's going to have to leave it out.
It's not like he's got a choice in the matter. He has a pole, and we need to practice on it.
(Hell, here I come!)
Okay, I should take off too. Start packing my bags for my new digs.
*writes a little note*
*runs up four flights of stairs to the top floor*
*slips it under the door of the Master Bedroom*
*tries not to giggle*
*runs down two flights of stairs, and into her room*
*closes the door, turns out the light*
*hears a growl*
*turns on the night-light for Lear*
Goodnight elena and TJ
Mayo
So today I got up and pretty much still felt like shit. Being sick sucks but I said to myself, “Self you can lay on the sofa and feel like death warmed over or you can get up, do something and feel like death warmed over.” I chose to get up and take a drive. Okay it probably wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had but I just wanted to get out of the house. So armed with my camera I set out. I planned on going to an abandoned cemetery but on the way I stopped on a county road when I saw something I thought would make a nice photo that I wanted to share with you. Don’t know why (honestly I’m learning not to question myself, it’s easier that way). I parked and walked out on to the bridge. Things were going just fine when suddenly I heard a dog barking. Now don’t get me wrong, I like dogs. However it turns out this particular dog wanted to eat me for lunch. Anyway I snapped a quick pic then hightailed it back to the car. Yep Mayo I braved the wraith of The Hound Of The Baskervilles to take this picture for you.
Baskerville Hunting Grounds
Actually I like it better this way. I like the feel of the photo.
Once Again
So after that little escapade I drove to the cemetery. I’ve passed it many times on the old Tonganoxie road. (Really, don’t even bother trying to pronounce that one). As I stepped out of the car I was surprised by the stillness. No birds were singing, no dogs barking (luckily) just quiet. I’m saddened that no one cares for these graves. Yes, they are very old yet I would like to think that there are still family who would care. As I walked slowly reading what was left of the tombstones the only sound was the crunching of the leaves under my feet. It was eerie. I also wonder about the dilapidated old building in the center of the cemetery. Was it once a church? Oh and how I would love to see the inside of this building but it’s completely boarded up. I resisted the breaking and entering urge.
The Building
Lonely
Sad
Little Lamb
It was this one tombstone that really caused me to stop and think.
David
David Died in 1875. He was 32 years and 153 days old at the time of his death. Okay the years part I get but at first I thought the 153 days was weird but then I realized something. Every day this man lived was important to someone. Every day. That says a lot about his life. I think that’s a beautiful thing. So often in my own life I feel like a day will pass and nothing was important about it. It’s my hope that someone in my life didn’t feel the same. I hope each day I live means something to someone else. Okay, I’m thinking too much again. I’m blaming this illness. It’s slowed me down and given me too much thinking time. But I’m trying so hard to get through it without the aid of drugs. You might remember medicine and me just don’t mix. I really don’t want anymore Bates Motel or non-reflecting Gerard Way dreams. Too weird.
Okay so I’ve rattled and now I must go. But one more thing and yeah, this is because I’m thinking too much. You know Mayo we love your words. They cause us to think and often feel but really each post doesn’t have to be that way. Maybe sometime you could just say whatever is on your mind – straight out. No pretty turn of a phrase or metaphor. Just plain old speak. We’d like that just as much.
Night Mayo
Elena (I wonder if they knew how many minutes too)
PS – not sure if it matters but I’ll never break my promise
goodnight Amy sweet dreams
Goodnight Amy
you don't want gerard way dreams. the stuff of nightmares.
goodnight elena, goodnight everyone. sweet dreams to all of you.
thanks anon, goodnight to you and sweet dreams too
great pics too elena
I'd want to investigate the house, and the story of david is so thought provoking
Goodnight anon
Not nightmares, not at all. I just was freaked he had no reflection. It bothered me a lot.
Hey Ep if you are still around I just made snickerdoodles. Both the regular and chocolate kind
Mayo
the talk of dreams always brings a song to my mind, (I won't even mention where other topics send it)
"Spare a little candle
Save some light for me
Figures up ahead
Moving in the trees
White skin in linen
Perfume on my wrist
And the full moon that hangs over
These dreams in the mist
Darkness on the edge
Shadows where I stand
I search for the time
On a watch with no hands
I want to see you clearly
Come closer than this
But all I remember
Are the dreams in the mist
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when its cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm" away
Is it cloak n dagger
Could it be spring or fall
I walk without a cut
Through a stained glass wall
Weaker in my eyesight
The candle in my grip
And words that have no form
Are falling from my lips
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when its cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away
there's something out there
I cant resist
I need to hide away from the pain
there's something out there
I cant resist
The sweetest song is silence
That I've ever heard
Funny how your feet
In dreams never touch the earth
In a wood full of princes
Freedom is a kiss
But the prince hides his face
From dreams in the mist
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when its cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when its cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away"
Heart
It's the bolded line that always strikes me, as that's how I feel. My dream life is another life, however I know it is never that far away even when I'm awake. It's so easy to drift back into imaginings isn't it? Do you think if someone is in our dreams, that we are correspondingly in theirs? Can we dream of people we don't even know and do they dream of us? or are the people we see, that we don't know, just amalgamations of those we do know, placed together in a way that we can't totally recognise. It's such an amazing thing to think about.
So wishing you dreams, fantasies, visions and flights of fancy
much love EP xx
SS
for you another of my favourite dreaming songs
"Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singin' in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
------ piano ------
Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me"
Mamas and the Papas
I love this song, it is just so simple but so lovely. I hope you are in the dreams of someone special when you are apart, and that you are in theirs. But if the dream isn't actually cooperative ( I know mine aren't) that you can spend that few moments before you totally drift away to dreamland in a peaceful envisioning of them instead.
Sending you the ability to be moonstruck, to woolgather and to stagaze
lotsa love EP xx
goodnight blogbelieve, see you in my morning
♥xx♥
oh you just caught me HHLO - lol
they turn out well?
I am so glad you are no longer snickerdoodless
They turned out okay. A few of them burnt but they are alright.
I forgot to use my this name shit
it is still a very cool alter ego
Thank you. What's up with you?
just had dinner, hubby is working late tonight
he should be home soon i hope
it happens when it's your own business, no one else to do it
What did you eat. Sorry it is taking a while to response I am looking up things for a blog.
oh that's ok I ma around the house this time of night
I made an egg an bacon pie, or it'd be a pot pie to you?
It is pastry on the bottom, you crack in eggs and put in chopped bacon (and leek is nice too) and pastry on top and baked, it's easy quick and yummy
Ep that sounds like breakfast
Well it could be, but it's kinda like a quiche in ingredients, you can add anything extra you like, tomato, peppers etc. plus we have heaps of eggs from the hens.
anyway hubby is home so i'll say goodnight MJ
hope to catch you tomorrow ,I have a day teaching so I won't be on too much but I'll jump on when I can
take care
xx
night ep
Good morning/afternoon/night SS, Mayo, Ergo, Martha (you sneaky, snickerdoodling thing ~ you); everyone I said goodnight to a few hours ago; Possum, FASC, RW, Miranth, Sweetcheeks; various anons, watchers and lurkers; all pole dancers, firemen and those who pole dance for firemen in The Land Of Blog!
How are you all this morning/evening? Happy, well and warm, I hope!
I forgot to say how much fun I had last night. Thank you, ladies! Thank you, Mayo!
*hears knock on door*
*opens door and sees red eyes glowing*
*accepts invitation to hell*
OUCH! Someone needs to trim his nails ~ again!
Awww.....they've missed me and want me back.
;)
Okay, but I'm NOT staying as long as I did last time. This will be a brief visit. Those poles in hell are a little too hot to touch!
Nice horns by the way!!! I like the added length!
*thinking Amy will be so jealous to hear that my invite was delivered in person (demon king/fallen angel)*
Elena: I hope you're feeling much better today!
FASC and MissT: The same goes for both of you!
Amy: You too!
J and L: I miss ya'll!
Jade: *waves, since it is much to late to give you a proper hug*
Submitted today for pondering consideration:
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"The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven."
John Milton
"Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company."
Mark Twain
and:
"Redemption can be found in hell itself if that's where you happen to be."
Lin Jensen
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I hope you all have one hell of day (or night)!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Hi PJ, Angel, EB37, KD, Star and A Rose for Emily!
Darn it!
*edit*
I hope you all have one hell of A day... ect ...
*blows fiery kisses to everyone in the land of blog*
Mayo,
Happy Monday to you! Hope you are doing well. I have one more day off work and sleeping until 8:30 is what I call sleeping late.
I'm gonna go find breakfast and I'll be back.
Until then, here's a question for you....
What if you had the power just by touching people to know exactly how much time they had left on this earth, down to the minute, Would you tell them? You wouldn't be able to stop it because you wouldn't know the how or the why just the amount of time....Would you spend your whole life trying not to touch people because you wouldn't want to know?
Hmmm...
Just wondering.
Love to YOU Always,
S
p.s. The things I think about...
good morning
♥♥
:)
Hiya Mayo. Hiya SS.
I feel icky today. Boooo!
Hope your Monday's are going much better than mine!
XOXO
Aww Princess, I'm sorry you feel icky. Hang in there.
Solly, if you're gonna be around later, we can discuss your idea at great, annoying length and detail. ^_^
Barack Obama discovers a leak under his sink, so he calls Joe the Plumber to come and fix it.
Joe drives to Obama's house, which is located in a very nice neighborhood and where it's clear that all the residents make more than $250,000 per year.
Joe arrives and takes his tools into the house. Joe is led to the room that contains the leaky pipe under a sink. Joe assesses the problem and tells Obama, who is standing near the door, that it's an easy repair that will take less than 10 minutes.
Obama asks Joe how much it will cost. Joe immediately says, "$9,500."
"$9,500?" Obama asks, stunned. "But you said it's an easy repair!"
"Yes, but what I do is charge a lot more to my clients who make more than $250,000 per year so I can fix the plumbing of everybody who makes less than that for free," explains Joe. "It's always been my philosophy. As a matter of fact, I lobbied government to pass this philosophy as law, and it did pass earlier this year, so now all plumbers have to do business this way. It's known as 'Joe's Fair Plumbing Act of 2008.' Surprised you haven't heard of it, senator."
In spite of that, Obama tells Joe there's no way he's paying that much for a small plumbing repair, so Joe leaves.
Obama spends the next hour flipping through the phone book looking for another plumber, but he finds that all other plumbing businesses listed have gone out of business.
Not wanting to pay Joe's price, Obama does nothing.
The leak under Obama's sink goes unrepaired for the next several days. A week later the leak is so bad that Obama has had to put a bucket under the sink. The bucket fills up quickly and has to be emptied every hour, and there's a risk that the room will flood, so Obama calls Joe and pleads with him to return.
Joe goes back to Obama's house, looks at the leaky pipe, and says "Let's see - this will cost you about $21,000."
"A few days ago you told me it would cost $9,500!" Obama quickly fires back. Joe explains the reason for the dramatic increase. "Well, because of the 'Joe's Fair Plumbing Act,' a lot of rich people are learning how to fix their own plumbing, so there are fewer of you paying for all the free plumbing I'm doing for the people who make less than $250,000. As a result, the rate I have to charge my wealthy paying customers rises every day.
"Not only that, but for some reason the demand for plumbing work from the group of people who get it for free has skyrocketed, and there's a long waiting list of those who need repairs. This has put a lot of my fellow plumbers out of business, and they're not being replaced nobody is going into the plumbing business because they know they won't make any money. I'm hurting now too all thanks to greedy rich people like you who won't pay their fair share."
Obama tries to straighten out the plumber: "Of course you're hurting, Joe! Don't you get it? If all the rich people learn how to fix their own plumbing and you refuse to charge the poorer people for your services, you'll be broke, and then what will you do?"
Joe immediately replies, "Run for president, apparently."
To: YOU
Date: TODAY
From: GOD
Subject: YOURSELF
Reference: LIFE
This is God. Today I will be handling All of your problems for you. I do Not need your help. So, have a nice day.
I love you.
P.S. And, remember...
If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do Not attempt to resolve it yourself! Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. I will get to it in MY TIME. All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours.
Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now.
If you find yourself stuck in traffic, don't despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege.
Should you have a bad day at work; think of the man who has been out of work for years.
Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return.
Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children.
Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.
Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror; think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.
Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking what is my purpose? Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity.
Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities; remember, things could be worse. You could be one of them!
Now, you have a nice day...God
Jules,
I'll be looking forward to it!
'Joe's Fair Plumbing Act of 2008.'
AKA Prop 9500.
Vote yes.
Go Joe!
Okay, Solly, I can't wait! What you've written is a major theme in my stupid novel! I'll post a bit of it that goes into this in my blog when I get home; it's a conversation between two characters on opposite sides of the "fate / free will" fence.
Also, I know your question is hypothetical and more philosophically ambiguous, but I can't see anything without the science part so hypothetically that is impossible: the future is always changeable and reality exists on all different layers. It's all in the two books The Elegant Universe and In Search of Schroedinger's Cat, two of my faves. Altering the future only changes the future in one realm. Reality branches off and continues on other courses no matter what you do.
Which brings into question things like consciousness and the soul and whatnot, but there it is: quantum physics borders on philosophy, which scares the pants off of scientists. ^_^
Okay, I'm rambling and this is really rushed; we can go so far into this if you still want! ^_^ I love stuff like this! :D
Oh, here you are, is it time to go TODD on this question?
I'm not even sure what got me to thinking about it. It just seems that every day I hear about someone in our county getting diagnosed with some fatal disease and basically being sent home to die. "They gave her 3 months, 3 weeks, 3 days...blah blah blah." So, would I want to know? Would I want to be able to tell someone? Would it even matter?
Remember the episode of House where the guy was pissed at Wilson because he found out he wasn't going to die? He had used his diagnosis as an excuse to finally start living.
Of course it works in reverse too, sometimes people get that terminal diagnosis and curl up in a corner and get ready to die.
Thank you for that 11:11 Mya.
Solly, I hate when doctors "give" people so much time to live. There's no way they can no for sure, and who knows but that some people might just go, "six months, oh well, I'd better do what the doctor orders" and up and die six months later?
I understand that they should give people a realistic outlook and let them know what they could possibly expect and all, but they could say something like, "Well many times people will only live six months with this disease at this stage, but on the other hand people have been known to go another twenty years." You know?
Your body believes anything you tell it.
just signing in real quick on my way offline to say that back when i was being diagnosed, none of my doctors would give me a prognosis like that. my oncologist said point blank that he wasn't going to, so to not even ask. he stated his reasons for his refusal as pretty much what you just said, kapunua.
i think doctors for the most part don't really do that, it's only on tv and in stories that you'll get someone saying "you have _ months to live."
just wanted to insert that into the conversation. my apologies if it's disruptive.
have a good day everyone.
bye.
Yes, Jules, I totally believe that. That's why I stay away from doctors. I don't want them ruining shit for me.
I realize that doesn't make any sense at all, but oh well, oh well, oh well.
It just seems that once they start poking and prodding and heaven forbid you have to have surgery and they cut you open, BOOM! You get some incurable thing and die.
I probably need psychiatric help for this.
So, would you want to have the power of knowing when someone was going to die?
TJ,
I love when people jump on TODD with us.
TJ, I think your doctor handled it so well.
Unfortunately I've known doctors in real life who have "given" people a certain amount of time to live. Even recently, a few months ago, one of my Dad's friends was "given" a few days by his doctors. But, he is still alive today.
I changed my mind about putting up a part of my story because there are some folks I don't want reading it. ^_^
Mya is an old bitter moron.
TODD! I've missed you so! Not that I ever really was one to 'disgust' things like this. :)
Hee-hee.
I'm at work and I have a sinus headache. I don't feel like concentrating on numbers or dollars right now.
Would I want to know? Would I tell?
No and no. DNW any part of it. As much as I hate the unknown and I love having answers this is one thing that is better off left in the unknown.
I'll paste here a little bit of a conversation between the two characters though.
One of them, Kris, is mad psychic and his main "talent" is to know when people are going to die. His family (his clan, really; the people of the village where he lives,) have always taught him that all he could use this power for was to let people prepare for their deaths in the best way possible. That he was to never interfere or try to stop what was coming, because that would mess with the natural order.
The main character, Leander, has inadvertently traveled back to the psychic guy's time. Kris has been trying to help him and during the course of the conversation he casually tells Leander that he, Kris, is going to die soon. He's always known it and he's okay with it.
Leander tells him:
"Maybe it's none of my business, but the future is conditional. It's in motion as we are now. Small things, smaller than we can imagine, things we will never see in our lifetime, the matter that makes up all worlds--these things are always in motion. Don't ask me how I know that, I just do. Those small movements are random and affect larger things, which affect larger things, and so on. The world is constantly in a state of Chaos. Chaos and randomness are forces. I do believe in prophecy; that's to say, that there are some, like yourself, who can predict what this Chaos is going to do next. But there's also a way to change what you foresee. Don't you think?"
Kris insists that it's just Fate and he has no right to meddle with it. Leander tells him:
"Destiny is also dependent on the present. What is your destiny today might not be tomorrow. I don't understand much in this world, but I do know that conditions shift with each passing second. I'm willing to admit that maybe there's a little bit of destiny in everyone. But there is a lot of free will."
Then, later on in the story, he puts aside his own problems as well as the worry of his own likely demise to change time and save Kris.
However, it's all for nothing because he finds out in the end that no matter what you change, no matter how momentous and huge your actions, in the end you have only altered one reality. In the one you left behind, the things you most tried to avoid still happened anyway.
However, it's all for nothing because he finds out in the end that no matter what you change, no matter how momentous and huge your actions, in the end you have only altered one reality. In the one you left behind, the things you most tried to avoid still happened anyway.
OMG, kind of like the Traveler and the love of his life! Wahahaha! :(
Hi Smoke!
Awwh, come on, wouldn't you be a little bit curious? Just a smidge?
Jules,
Wow, just wow! I love it!
I guess I have this obsession with time and the counting down of it, the running out of it.
But Princess and Solly, knowledge truly is power, and that includes going to the doctor, too.
A diagnosis and a prognosis could mess with you if you let it.
Or, you could take "destiny" (in the form of doctors and prognoses) and shove it, and take free will into your own hands.
You need to see doctors. Their diagnoses give you the power to change your future.
Destiny is also dependent on the present. What is your destiny today might not be tomorrow.
I really like that part.
Oh, yeah. I have no problem going to the doctor. I probably don't go as often as I should but I do the yearly thing. It's mandatory where I work anyway being a hospital and all. ^_^
Solly is the one that doesn't like doctors. At all. >_<
Tell her! Tell her she should go, Jules! She won't listen to me or her mother!
Grrrr...knowledge is power, but it could it also be a curse?
I guess it depends on what you do with that knowledge. Use it for good or evil.
Muahhaha!
BROKEN BRIDE!
I'm so glad you brought that up. Because the one thing that bothers me about Broken Bride is that in that story, Time is linear.
Well, it's not. It branches off depending on the choices you make. So in one reality, the Bride never got into the accident. It's not her destiny to die, and it's not her destiny to live. She does both.
The Traveler saves her in one reality, and an another, he doesn't. It sounds like madness, but this is how quantum physics works, on the tiniest and most massive levels.
So, but okay, I'm willing to suspend my disbelief in favor of a good story. This one has dragons and zombies, so I'm cool with it. The premise is that Time is linear so I can go with that.
Yet, when the Traveler makes the decision to die with her if he can't save her, then if Time is linear, doesn't he undo everything that he did? He dies in the past, which means that he never builds his time machine, he never gets to the pteradactyls, he never goes to the Rapture, and he never saves the world.
Right? Which makes the whole thing a dream.
"But I smile, 'cause I never left at all."
O_O
Solly, you're right: as with any kind of knowledge, it is both power and curse, depending on how you use it.
It's funny, that's the other theme: You know. You get the knowledge of something that is going to happen, one way or another.
Does it own you, or do you own it?
Get thee to a doctor and get yourself checked out. Most things are treatable. But they are only treatable if you treat them.
And every single time I listen to Broken Bride, I think it's going to somehow end differently, but it never does. Wah, wah, wah!
Ain't it great?
That's true about the Broken Bride. I thought about that, too. If he died, how can he have literally saved the world in the future. But it's cool cuz it's bestest meffin' story/album that I've heard in a long time. :)
Speaking of knowing or not knowing:
Well, it kind of relates to my fear of Doomsday, too. I know, I know. I said I would never bring it up again. Sorry Mayo. ^_~
But think about it. If the world truly came to an end on December 21, 2012 at 11:11am, am I better off knowing about it? Hellz no. Just thinking about it makes me huddle in a corner and rock back and forth. O_O
Seriously though, to think that you have it down to an exact minute (which I honestly don't believe), that's some scary shit. To me anyway. And I didn't want to know! >_<
I'm good, Jules. I'm good.
Even if there is nothing wrong with me, they will try and convince me that there is.
o_O
Gah, you are impossible. :)
But we're all dying, or we're all living depending on how you look at it.
Knowing when the ending is coming shouldn't affect the beginning or the middle, right? But it does.
Like right now, I don't know if I have 4 years or 40 minutes left, but I'm somehow obsessed with time.
Solly, if that's the case then you are going to the wrong doctor. O_O
Seriously!
Solly, but "time" doesn't really exist except in how you define it. Time is a subjective construct. It's all movement of the universe and human measurement.
I admit that the idea of it obsesses me, too; just not so much in terms of "seconds, minutes, hours, years, centuries." Those are all human constructs.
That's why the "end of the world down to the minute" thing seems so out of whack to me.
Me too, Jules. I can't wrap my brain around it. It doesn't even make sense. Not because I don't want it to happen but just the fact that they think they know the exact minute. I can't even begin to make sense out of that.
I watched the saddest thing on tv this morning. This girl was in love with this guy and he loved her but he still wanted to go out and do his thing. He cheated on her and she found out about it. They went to therapy and thought about moving in together. He really tried hard to do the right thing. And at the end of the show, I expected them to come back and say, "Oh, he left her for another girl." or "They eventually broke up." That's not what happened though. He died. I was like, "WTF? WTMFF???" He was so young, too. And all the girl said was if she could do it over again, she realizes now that all the petty arguments were just stupid and it took up so much of their time. She said she'd never do that again if she happened to find herself in another relationship. I was so sad!
Yeah, but can the Mayans really be wrong?
O_o
I dunno. I mean it really shouldn't matter about time, should it? I guess we have to have it for some kind of order and what not, but really it should not affect how we live or how we die.
Live each day like it's your last or live each day like you are going to live forever?
At any given time, I'm both alive and dead.
But unless I am observed and given reality, the wave function is still in place and I exist in both states.
What humans forget is that I am a sentient being and I observe myself; therefore I know if I'm dead or alive.
That's how Time works. Not by moving forward like an arrow, but by existing all at once. It's our consciousness that defines it.
It all has to do with the 'end of the cycle' thing or something like that and whether or not it actually means the end of the world. Some say that's not what they were talking about at all. So who knows? O_O
I don't think anyone does.
Smoke,
That is so sad and the girl is right about the petty stuff. Here I go again with the "time" thing, but we waste so much of it being mad or pissed off about nothing.
I find myself going "what the hell? why does that even irritate me?" and you know what? I have no good reason other than I am hunting some shit to be pissed about.
Okay, this is totally inappropriate but petty made me think about it. I told this to Mayo once:
Don't sweat the petty stuff, pet the sweaty stuff.
No, Mayo! That was bad!!! ^_~
Damn, maybe I should have used a semicolon. Huh.
;
Oh well!
Smoke,
It's your punctuation, use it how and where you wanna.
Bwahaha!
"Time" only exists in the basal ganglia and the parietal lobe of your brains.
So, how can anyone really "give" you, or "give" the world any amount of "Time?"
"Time" is something chat consciousness made up in order to move through life. Circadian rhythms are for survival and that's about the long and short of it, pun more or less intended.
The world could end on December 21, 2012 at 11:11am, but what does December 21, 2012 at 11:11am even mean?
The world ends for millions of people every day anyway, and then what happens?
How do you perceive "Time" after you are dead, if, indeed you continue to perceive anything?
Pretend that we know consciousness goes on after death. It's a nice thought and I hope it is true, because consciousness is fun.
So pretend that consciousness continues after you shuffle off your little mortal coil there, and then how do you perceive Time? You have no brain in which to feel its passing, you have to circadian rhythm. So how does Time exist? Or does it cease to exist at all, and you are aware of everything all at once? That would never fit into a human brain!
*"Something that," not "something chat."
O_O JESUS!
Cats can't spell! Especially ones in a state of an uncollapsed wave function!
"you have to circadian rhythm" should read "you have NO circadian rhythm."
And I obviously have no typing ability!
So ummm, has the atom decayed? Is the blog dead? O_O
Hahaha. I got what you meant. :)
The world could end on December 21, 2012 at 11:11am, but what does December 21, 2012 at 11:11am even mean?
Exactly.
x_O
That's me trying to wrap all this around my brain.
Schrodinger's Cat is just a thought experiment, after all. It's something that could never be carried out because the observation of it would obviously collapse the wave function and ruin the whole thing.
Also, the hypothesis under which it operates is wrong, according to new quantum theory. That cat doesn't wait to be observed before "deciding" to live or die. It does both.
Like the Bride, like the Traveler, like you, like me, the the Mayans and like the whole world.
So if we didn't have a clock or a calendar, how would we know when Dec 21, 2012 11:11 was?
Oh dude, what if we've miscalculated and it's tomorrow?
See? See? I love when people get it! ^_^ Thanks, Princess! Dates are arbitrary because "Time" is just a "consciousness" thing after all. :D
That means it's okay to miss birthdays and anniversaries. ^_~ That's my excuse, anyway.
Exactly, Solly! Plus, every culture has a different calender anyways.
There's that fucking Oovoo commercial again!
Gah!
But do we need the concept of time for life to seem more meaningful?
I'm not sure how much meaning it brings into it, only because of relativity. What is a long time to some people is a short time to others.
But I think it is necessary for survival. I suspect that back in the days of early primates, those parts of their brains were structured differently or perhaps weren't as developed. Maybe they lived more "in the moment." Then, as the world shifted and as primates evolved, "Time" became more meaningful to those primates.
Then the more meaningful it became to them--in terms of survival--the more importance they attached to it until it became almost a spiritual thing. Which it kinda is now, right?
I've got Paper Planes stuck in my head. >_<
That gave me a visual.
Exactly.
Isn't it funny too how we always say "time is dragging today" or "time is flying right on by".
It never just is.
It's all in what we're looking forward too or dreading.
not too obviously but to.
Fucking extra o.
Yeah! 8 hours at work is always exactly 8 hours at work but sonofabitch, this day is never gonna end! O_o
See?
And on Saturday, I always go, "Damn! It's 4pm already? Where did the day go?"
When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute and it's longer than any hour.
That's relativity.
^Einstein was kind of a bastard. But he was a homeboy. He lived out here on the Island, you know. Like, around the corner from where I used to work!
Right!
Or when you're at a concert! 2 hours seems like 2 minutes, you blink and it's over, but when you're at the dentist, OMG, feels like an eternity!
So if someone touched my hand today and said, "Solly, you have 17 years, 6 days, 5 hours, 38 minutes, and 7 seconds left!" Depending on what kind of mood I'm in I would either be like, "fuck, what am I going to do for the next 17 years?" or "fuck, that's not even time enough to have a kid and watch it grow up!"
It's all in how you look at it and how we look at things depends on our mood and our influences and our diet and our chemistry and our friends and our....see?
That is precisely it! And that's where we come to it: Time is only perception.
Then: we think of "time" as the forth dimension, and as all the dimensions move together as one entity, doesn't that make reality entirely subjective, too?
Which kinda more or less opens up a whole world of possibilities. It's a good (bad) thing that we are so limited in our understanding.
(And by "reality" I mean things like, space, movement, speed, light, sounds and all that other stuff we filter through our wee little brains.)
We can't define anything precisely. If we attempt to, we get into that paralysis of thought that comes to philosophers… one saying to the other: "you don't know what you are talking about!". The second one says: "what do you mean by talking? What do you mean by you? What do you mean by know?"
Yeah, then we could get into what is real reality? Is there such thing? My reality is different than your reality and the way you see my reality isn't the way I see your reality.
And round and round we go...
Good evening. Tonight 'Spectrum' looks at one of the major problems in the world today - that old vexed question of what is going on. Is there still time to confront it, let alone solve it, or is it too late? What are the figures, what are the facts, what do people mean when they talk about things?
Solly: exactly! See Richard Feynman above and Michael Palin below.
They were (are) both geniuses in my estimation, of two different subjects but you can see they are saying pretty much the same things!
Amazing!
And tomorrow, I could wake up and see things totally different. Does that mean that what I saw yesterday wasn't real or what I'm seeing tomorrow is a fantasy?
Ahhh...
The world could be a drastically different being each and every day and perhaps we wouldn't even know. We would just go on convincing ourselves that this was how it was yesterday.
We could wake up with the ability to fly tomorrow, all physical laws as we know them different from the day before, and we'd find a way to convince ourselves on waking that nothing was any different.
O_o
See, this is way more interesting than figuring discounts and filing insurance.
Unfortunately, my reality is I have to get back to it. See you guys in a bit! Have fun!
♥
Crazy, right?
Well, "time" for me to go. LHM should be here, any "moment".
At least I think so....
o_O
Thanks for the TODD, you guys!
Okay, you guys! This was so fantastic! Thank you.
Solly, I love how you put "time" and "moment" in quotes; it gave me a little thrill up my spine.
I need to pee real bad and take the dogs out but then I will come right back. So if anyone else is hanging about and wants to talk quantum / erality / time / philosophy, please come out and play! I live for this stuff!
Hiya Mayo,
Hiya SS,
Hiya everyone,
How are you all?
I am back in the land of the living, I still cough like mad if I breathe in too deep but I'll take that over how I was feeling these last two and a half weeks.
So Mayo, I am away for a while and come back to find you posing in your little speedos. NICE!
hahahaha!
Hi Misty! I'm glad you're feeling somewhat better. use a humidifier and you'll be right as rain in no time! :D
Hiya K, thanks for the advice sweetie.
How are you? How's the financial stuff for your course going?
Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars — mere globs of gas atoms. Nothing is "mere." I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination — stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light. A vast pattern — of which I am a part...
What is the pattern or the meaning or the why? It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little more about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined it.
Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?
Misty, there's nothing better than a nice humidifier and a few drops of mint oil or eucalyptus. ^_^
My financial stuff is all worked out, very much to my advantage. And then I have to redo it in a few months, and it will be even more to my advantage. :D
All that remains is going to the doctor for my checkup, see if I need any stupid damn shots, and get my student ID. ^_^
good morning
hi smoke k sdock missT
misst so glad you're feeling better, it was a bad one
Mayo, the Richard Feynman there is for you. I know you like some elements of science (I know you like the light, at any rate, and what is light but science?) and poetry is such a big part of your blog. Don't you agree with Feynman that the two are not mutually exclusive? That, in fact, they can walk hand in hand and maybe even snog?
Science is poetry, and math is art. That's how I see it, anyway.
Hiya Ergo!
Well K, I hope you don't need the shots.
Glad to hear the money's sorted.
Hiya Ergo, how are you sweetie?
Yeah, you could say it was a bad one.
There are the rushing waves...
mountains of molecules,
each stupidly minding its own business...
trillions apart
...yet forming white surf in unison.
Ages on ages...
before any eyes could see...
year after year...
thunderously pounding the shore as now.
For whom, for what?
...on a dead planet
with no life to entertain.
Never at rest...
tortured by energy...
wasted prodigiously by the sun...
poured into space.
A mite makes the sea roar.
Deep in the sea,
all molecules repeat
the patterns of another
till complex new ones are formed.
They make others like themselves...
and a new dance starts.
Growing in size and complexity...
living things,
masses of atoms,
DNA, protein...
dancing a pattern ever more intricate.
Out of the cradle
onto dry land...
here it is standing...
atoms with consciousness
...matter with curiosity.
Stands at the sea...
wonders at wondering... I...
a universe of atoms...
an atom in the universe.
I'm good, but nervous about teaching today again
just never know how classes are going to be
They'll be great Ergo.
It'll be fine.
On the subject of today's TODD, there was a guy in the paper a short while ago and his Dr had given him a few months to live. He spent all his money doing things with his family and treating them.
Then he was still alive. About 7 years later he has been given the all clear and is sueing the Dr cos he went and spent all his life savings and now he's not dying but he and the family are broke.
Oh man, Misty, that's just like the episode of House!
wow missT I don't think I'd spend all my money, even if I was told that, but it's the idea it's your last chance I suppose.
I think doctors need to give people the statistics,average survival time, expected prognosis etc, but due to the myriad of variables they should make it clear that they are not ever going to be 100% accurate.
People have tried to sue doctors when they can't resuscitate loved ones after heart attacks too, due to the number of TV medical shows, where they seem to be able to do it nearly all the time, whereas in real life they unfortunately don't
Wow K, just goes to show.
Maybe they got the idea from that.
To be honest, maybe it's better to be penniless and healthy.
Though having no money brings other worries that will make your health worsen.
catch 22
But then if you had made the effort to spend time with your family and do things that you enjoyed throughout your life, you may not feel the despair at thinking you'll "miss out".
People have a terrible tendency to put things off and think that there will always be future opportunity, and I think anyone who has lost a loved one unexpectedly will tell you you shouldn't wait, as you never know.
It sure is. I wish, of course, that it was a world in which one could be penniless and still entitled to health care, but there ya go.
I wish that there were enough resources to do everything before "time is up" but I also think that's improbable, and regret is a part of the human experience.
People have tried to sue doctors when they can't resuscitate loved ones after heart attacks too, due to the number of TV medical shows, where they seem to be able to do it nearly all the time, whereas in real life they unfortunately don't
Tell me about it.
It's supposed to be free here K and it mostly is but you don't get the best for free so if you wanna live, you still gotta pay most times.
there'll always be regrets but we can have a great deal of control over how many of them we accumulate.
that old quip that no ones headstone has ever read "I wish I'd worked harder" is very true.
missT same here
everyone has health care but though the quality isn't that different the waiting times for public health can be extraordinary
Hahahaha true Ergo.
I heard a joke.
You know how people write on gravestones, not dead, only sleeping?
That's a rotten trick to play on someone.
hahahaha!
haha
I like Spike Milligans
"I told you i was sick!"
but he had to write it in Gaelic as the church refused to allow it in English!
me
Richard Feynman said:
God was invented to explain mystery. God is always invented to explain those things that you do not understand. Now, when you finally discover how something works, you get some laws which you're taking away from God; you don't need him anymore. But you need him for the other mysteries. So therefore you leave him to create the universe because we haven't figured that out yet; you need him for understanding those things which you don't believe the laws will explain, such as consciousness, or why you only live to a certain length of time — life and death — stuff like that. God is always associated with those things that you do not understand. Therefore I don't think that the laws can be considered to be like God because they have been figured out.
And Dylan Thomas said:
And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
I'm still on Feynman, sorry! ^_^
LOL Ergo, yeah it's in gaelic on his grave.
God didn't create man, man created god.
YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*happy dance*
Exactly, Misty; that's Feyman's point. :) True genius, that man.
Richard Feynman said:
A poet once said "The whole universe is in a glass of wine."
We will probably never know in what sense he meant that, for poets do not write to be understood. But it is true that if we look at a glass closely enough we see the entire universe. There are the things of physics: the twisting liquid which evaporates depending on the wind and weather, the reflections in the glass, and our imaginations adds the atoms. The glass is a distillation of the Earth's rocks, and in its composition we see the secret of the universe's age, and the evolution of the stars. What strange array of chemicals are there in the wine? How did they come to be? There are the ferments, the enzymes, the substrates, and the products. There in wine is found the great generalization: all life is fermentation. Nobody can discover the chemistry of wine without discovering, as did Louis Pasteur, the cause of much disease.
How vivid is the claret, pressing its existence into the consciousness that watches it! If our small minds, for some convenience, divide this glass of wine, this universe, into parts — physics, biology, geology, astronomy, psychology, and so on — remember that Nature does not know it!
So let us put it all back together, not forgetting ultimately what it is for. Let it give us one more final pleasure: drink it and forget it all!
And Baudelaire said:
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it—it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."
Actually if we wnat to worship something/one as our god, we should be worshipping the sun.
It is our exact distance from the sun that gives us life on this planet.
All those pagan religions and the anicent Egyptians got it right in my book.
Good old Akhenaten, he was a dude.
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