Are you feeling alright today? Even though we are beset with daily problems, are you pluggin' along with your eyes on the horizon? Resilience is a wonderful character trait.
I've been hoping that Deborah would recant her exit strategy from this garden of happiness, and that Darcy would find occasion to plant some seeds here that will grow to full bloom.
I was doing laps at the gym this morning, listening to a couple of 40-somethings chattering about how happy their high school lives were compared to their today lives. I don't get it. Maybe that's because I'm in a monogamous, committed relationship with the present, and having an affair with the past is off the menu. You can't go back in time to find happiness in the present.
Anyhow.
If this doesn't put a smile on your face, you're in need of smile therapy.
Spoiler alert: Count the Robertson cameos.
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Aaack! Sorry Synova. Your post snuck in right before mine; I though the queue was empty.
Man, I want an old Chevy pick up truck with a three-speed manual transmission.
Mind the p's and queues!
Queue, what queue? ;-)
I had a 1949 Chev pickup back in 1970-71, kinda like that one. The one you just saw is the more valuable one with the extra small windows between the side windows and the rear window. Did you notice that the wildshield wipers were on? Well they operate on vaccum. When you push down on the accelerator hard, they'll almost come to a stop. Also, no windshield washer setup, so you'd have to stop sometimes in the winter when it was slushy out and throw snow on the windshield.
Oh, to be young again.
That guy has good shoes.
And shoes are important.
I liked Drudge's central photo arrangement, Lina Durham, or whatever that doughy broad's name is, nekid top half, then underneath Phil Robertson's beard mostly supplying the bottom half, and if you squint, Robertson's arm becomes another appendage for Durham, another nether appendage. Ha ha ha.
And the photo of Obama appears sinister. Is that what we're going to get for now on?
There's much to be said for living in the present. But there's also something to be said for drawing on the riches that the past, and only the past, can offer. Not necessarily your own personal past, our shared or cultural past. Pisses me off when someone dismisses some insight or lesson coming out of what someone said or did back then as "Before my time." Of course it shouldn't piss me off, "Your loss" should be my casual rejoinder or thought, and yet it does.
I remember that, Allen. I'd accelerate until the windshield was covered with rain or slush or whatever, then decelerate while the wipers flailed wildly, then accelerate again. And I hated salty roads.
I drove a '51 Chevy panel truck - vacuum wipers. Head up a hill, you can't see.
My '57 GMC had electric wipers - big improvement. That was a beautiful truck.
My '66 Chevy - not good looking, but robust.
My '84 Chevy - great little truck, right up until my oldest son borrowed it and blew out the head gasket. I fixed it, then sold it.
Since then - all Toyotas. Government Motors has gotten all the money they will get from me.
Yeah, the vacuum wipers weren't much, but how about when ye olde dimmer switches were located in the upper left corner of the floorboard. Inevitably, slush (we're talking about us upper midwest yokels) from your boots would freeze around the switch making it inoperative until spring or the next thaw. Inconvenient and embarrassing if it froze in high beam mode.
Enjoyed the video and the music. Will have to check out Mr. Rucker.
My panel truck had a pedal that you depressed to engage the starter - that was pretty cool.
Also, the brake master cylinder was mounted under the floorboards and when you took your foot off the brake pedal it made a distinctive clunk - that was a very characteristic sound from my youth.
I enjoyed that.
Most of what I overhear women talking about at the gym should probably just be dismissed. Ugh. I was treated to tattoo selection and The Real Housewives of wherever this morning. Honestly, I can't get the ipod earphones loud enough.
I'd describe myself as uncommonly happy, often verging near ecstatic, and I've been that way since I was a little kid. I think it might be genetic. I rarely miss the good stuff or undervalue it, and I'm pretty good at moving past the bad stuff. I've been unhappy twice: once for a few months when I just could not find employment, and once for few months when I thought I was dying soon. The rest of the time I just go from one great thing to another and one adventure to another. You have to make a lot of plans, and create the excitement and discovery and then go do it. Little things like take hike to a new place, or go on a weekend vacation to something new, or learn a new skill, or save a dog, or treat yourself to something you normally don't do. Find someone in need and figure out a way to help them to the next step. It's all joy inducing, but you have to see it that way. I know people who would take each one of those things and make it a miserable experience. Yea, it must be genetic, or learned very young. Oh well, lucky me.
We probably need a government program to level the playing field where less happy people can stop by my house and just kick me in the nuts when I answer the door. Every 5 kicks, I would have to visit the DMV to get kicked by a government employee to cover the overhead of administering this program, and some congressman would send over friends and donors to kick me once a week. I'll be told that the swelling is just me "doing my fair share."
I know I worked just about every day in my 20s, but I swear, can remember but a handful of days at work. My mind sees the whole decade as just a series of fun weekends.
"I've been hoping that Deborah would recant her exit strategy from this garden of happiness, and that Darcy would find occasion to plant some seeds here that will grow to full bloom."
I recanted, and Lem graciously took me back into the fold. I feel like a dolt, so please, let us never speak of this again.
Is Darcy a runner? I'd love to have some inspirational tips.
Welcome back - you were missed.
Yaay.
Darcy is a runner. She will chew through any leash to get loose.
Welcome back. Everyone understands how frustrating these forums can be at times. Just once I would like one of you nitwits to admit that Obama is not such a bad guy.
I think there's something in the Robert Burns poem "To a Mouse" about living in the present and how we all get ploughed under, sooner or later.
January 25th approaches.
Stay thirsty, my friends.
If we like our Obama we can keep our Obama, period.
lol Sixty, touche.
ARM, honestly it wasn't the forum, but a couple things that collided yesterday, besides my own idiosyncrasies.
I appreciate Obama's foreign policy, in general. Esp. not going in on Syria.
And my heart bled for him when he effed up the toast to the queen...he was positively mortified.
deborah said...
And my heart bled for him when he effed up the toast to the queen...he was positively mortified.
Enough already. Your deep empathy with our beloved leader has brought a tear to my eye.
What can I say? I'm an emotional, logic-challenged bag of goo, that is, I have girl cooties!
You do whatever fits your emotional state, at any time, deborah. No problem. Just remember, you will always be welcomed back here at any time.
Thank you, Allen :)
Glad you are back debs.
But I bet you know how David Caruso feels.
So I expect you to take off your sunglasses before you say anything.
Hey Obama loves his daughters. I think is probably a great father.
I just think he would be better suited to another job.
Maybe washroom attendant.
(Hat tip to Bob Grant)
ARM, Obama appears to be a great father and husband, although we didn't really need that.
I didn't think he was qualified and certainly didn't agree with his policy ideas, but I had nothing against him and assumed he was a decent guy just wrong headed. Now the evidence of five years of lying to our faces and avoiding taking responsibility has convinced me otherwise. I seriously do not like the guy at all, and I didn't start out with that.
Bush, I didn't like at the beginning, and I disagreed with a lot too of what he did, but I learned to respect him and like him as a man during his terms and after. He was honest, respectful, and not cynical, with a great sense of humor, and humility. Not things I would attribute to him before his Presidency.
Welcome back, Deborah. Glad you're still here.
You brought gifts, right?
"But I bet you know how David Caruso feels."
Now that you mention it...
Of course, Haz, this is what I chose for you:
http://coolmaterial.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/bmw_series-2-great-escape.jpg
Welcome back, deborah. One question: what did you mean by "thanks for all the fish"?
I can't find the meaning of the idiom.
Not a Douglas Adams fan, eh Chick?
High school shouldn't be one's Good Old Days. You're such a neurotic there, you really don't know how to enjoy life, but, being young in Obamamerica can't be fun.
deborah said...
I recanted, and Lem graciously took me back into the fold. I feel like a dolt, so please, let us never speak of this again.
I may write you anyway...
Trooper York said...
Hey Obama loves his daughters. I think is probably a great father.
At least he keeps his thing out of the news.
Obama said to Malia and Scratchy "Someday you may have children of your own."
One of them turned to him and said "Yeah, you might too."
I'm still puzzled as to why the guys were the only fish in the sea addressed in the short so long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye. Were the gals deemed too flouncey and gooey to matter?
Musicals were no help in providing the answer.
I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye -- Goodbye!
[Brigitta:]
I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie
[Louisa:]
I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly
Welcome back, deborah.
Sixty Grit said...
Not a Douglas Adams fan, eh Chick?
Actually, not. I thought it was something original.
Silly me.
Do I have to read the book to understand the meaning?
Deb:
Thanks for the wheels! I'll swing past when the weather warms a bit.
It is, as far as I know, intended to be a humorous non sequitur.
I found Adams to be amusing, but only read one of his books. He struck me as a talented drunk who coasted on his wit rather than actually working at his craft. Or getting sober.
YMMV.
There's a book -- So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish -- and dolphins are involved:
"...Arthur Dent is out of his bathrobe, in love, and wondering why the dolphins said...So Long and Thanks for All the Fish...."
Chick, never watched the whole movie or read the book, but for:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojydNb3Lrrs
Sounds good, Haz :) Would requesting a sidecar make me high maintenance?
Thanks, MamaM. I never noticed that, but the eldest girl does ask to stay for champagne...initiative!
Ed:
"At least he keeps his thing out of the news."
I'm still waiting for the Obama/Rahm story to surface.
I'm glad Deb never really left. A fleeting whim of fancy held back, perhaps, by the basic goodness/realness of you folks here, hard to resist.
I liked that song and the singer.
Don't go, Deb!
A Sidecar! Now I KNOW I'm in love, Deb! One of my favorite cocktails! Marriage proposal to quickly follow.. :)
Btw, how do you like French 75s? (Champagne & cognac--the great thing about those is they go with breakfast , brunch or evening time--ANYTIME, really. :) ) Of course if your hard-core you could always go the USAF route with the Mig-15 (named after a Soviet Korean-war jet fighter) consisting of cognac & drambuie on the rocks--preferably a double shot of both. :)
** "you're"--funny, I've been doing that a lot lately.
I'm not going, Rits.
XRay, yes, that, and I realized I'd dreadfully miss writing posts! My name is Deborah, and I'm a pedantic ass.
Virgil, the second I wrote sidecar, I knew someone would make a cocktail joke. Never had a sidecar...must try that. And...
"Btw, how do you like French 75s? (Champagne & cognac--the great thing about those is they go with breakfast , brunch or evening time--ANYTIME, really. :) ) Of course if your hard-core you could always go the USAF route with the Mig-15 (named after a Soviet Korean-war jet fighter) consisting of cognac & drambuie on the rocks--preferably a double shot of both. :)"
...it sounds like someone needs to write a guest post.
deborah said...
I'm still waiting for the Obama/Rahm story to surface.
The ultimate in "Don't go there".
Deborah, and I'll not forget your pedantic ass. :)
Never truly liked 'nics'. I have a name, please use it, in full.
Or, have I misread?
Never mind. Makes no difference.
More posts!
I wonder, obliquely, how cognac as a mix would differ from a 'rusty nail' mix?
Ed, just a vibe I've always had...or a dirty mind.
"More posts!"
Any preferred subject(s)?
'Night all!
That's a great song for a beginner on guitar. Just a few easy chords, it flows easy, and it's easy to sing just like the original.
"Any preferred subject(s)?"
More Zen, in the sense of waves crashing on our individual shores.
But Bags, you're not saying he is a beginner, I know.
Though he performs the complex simply enough that beginners believe they can do the same.
Enjoy your girlfriend this weekend, Bags. Strum her a tune, simple or not. It'll be your heart anyway, not the strings.
Thanks for the tips XRay. That's the plan. We'll probably share a little wine in front of the fire and sing some songs together. Homegrown karaoke unplugged We've done it before when we were just friends, and now... it's much better.
A lot of great songs are simple, maybe the best ones. I like this one. About halfway through I grabbed the guitar and it was easy to follow along, and then I sang it right after and it just seemed perfect for my range and ability which is minimal.
and I realized I'd dreadfully miss writing posts!
Amazing what a bit of respite can accommplish!
Not just Zen-like, but close to what The Master himself did upon occasion when the insistent crowds and troublesome fisherman pressed in on him. He was forever hopping in boats and telling that group where to go. On one occasion, though, when it all became too much, he abruptly left the crowds behind and sent the fisherman off into the blue yonder without him:
Immediately Jesus made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead of him to the other side, while he dismissed the crowd. After he had dismissed them, he went up on a mountainside by himself to pray. Later that night, he was there alone, and the boat was already a considerable distance from land, buffeted by the waves because the wind was against it.
Shortly before dawn Jesus went out to them, walking on the lake. When the disciples saw him walking on the lake, they were terrified. “It’s a ghost,” they said, and cried out in fear.
But Jesus immediately said to them: “Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.”
Quite a story, one which segues into the whole walking on water thing, which describes the effect of fear to a T! While they weren't into nicks back then, they were taken with calling that crowd gathering carpenter, "Teacher". Good solid stuff along with a story to challenge the imagination. Guess what we can do today with advanced technology?
Some things are just a matter of time
Glad you're back, Deborah.
People who commit to posting then leave it really piss me off.
By the by, I finally started watching Justified based on the recommendations from folks hereabouts. It's been on my list for a while, but never got to it. Glad for the recommendation. Great show (though I'm only 2 in).
Just once I would like one of you nitwits to admit that Obama is not such a bad guy.
Ohhhh, let us sit down and reason together! If a A Reasonable Man would be willing to admit that Obama is such a bad guy, surely there might be a nitwit or two willing to offer up a counter statement declaring he's really not such a bad guy, nor is he totally and completely evil.
Hell, I'll even volunteer to look for a hidden virtue, if A Reasonable Man brings something less than perfect to the fore.
In the meantime, here's a timely quote by M. Buber that showed up in my reading today:
Good and evil, then, cannot be a pair of opposites like right and left or above and beneath. "Good" is the movement in the direction of home, "evil" is the aimless whirl of human potentialities without which nothing can be achieved and by which, if they take no direction but remain trapped in themselves, everything goes awry.
from Between Man and Man
Good and evil, then, cannot be a pair of opposites like right and left or above and beneath. "Good" is the movement in the direction of home, "evil" is the aimless whirl of human potentialities without which nothing can be achieved and by which, if they take no direction but remain trapped in themselves, everything goes awry.
Change = ΔGood - TΔEvil
@Paddy: Just watched Season 5, Episode 1 tonight. Everything prior seems amplified.
Just once I would like one of you nitwits to admit that Obama is not such a bad guy.
A better way to begin would be an admission from you that Bush I, Reagan, and Bush II weren't such bad guys. You could even throw in Eisenhower, Ford and Nixon if you're inclined towards generosity and fence-mending.
Good luck with that, Michael.
welcome back deb totally missed you long time.
lol Paddy. People with little kids get a big pass :)
Dear, sweet, innocent TiTi. I missed you most of all.
Hey Titus, it looks like your AIDS related dementia is progressing well.
That is just fabulous.
@ Deborah (yay Deborah decided to stay!)
Is Darcy a runner? I'd love to have some inspirational tips.
I'm not much of a runner. I'm a hiker, a walker, a stroller, a meanderer, and a geeky bike riding bell ringing ding-donging fool. I aspire to climb more 14ers than I do. In the summer I ride my bike with the serious road cycling enthusiasts along one of the popular routes along Highway 36. Though I do not travel as far or as long as they do. I cut over on Neva Rd and take 63rd back. It is an approximate 25 mile loop for me. I hear a lot of “on your left” as they zoom past. I joke that even the fat chicks fly by me. *jing jing* Wow they are fast.
I don't do it to compete. I don’t ride a proper road bike, and I don’t want to. I must work twice as hard to go twice as slow. I love the scenery, the hills, the lakes and exercise for my heart. I don't wear Pearl Izumi and I don't have any fancy gear. I wear a helmet is all. I just go.
I live in a runners paradise-- one of the top fit towns in the nation. People move here from all over to train for all sorts of athletic activities. Famous runners abound and if you watch the Ironman Hawaii, there's a sure fire bet that the men and women in the top tier are from Boulder CO.
Me - I don't take it seriously and I'm not the type of person who feels compelled to compete. Though I respect and admire the competitiveness around me. It's infectious up to a point. I've been a spectator to many of the local mini-ironman events out at the “rez” and most of the competitors have a wonderful spirit. Some are arrogant, sure, but most do it to over-come, persevere, and prove to themselves that they can do it. (ooo btw- a full Ironman is coming to B-town for the first time this summer)
One of my clients had a quintuple by-pass. After that, he and his wife decided to turn their lives around and they have succeeded in spectacular fashion. Life or death flash can do that to a person. Anyway, I'd guess they are early 60's? (I’m a terrible gauge of age because it doesn’t matter to me.) Anyway they No longer consume red meat, and they now exercise. A lot. He doesn't run with a bad knee, but he goes religiously to the gym. & now doc gives him A+ heart rating. She decided to join a runner's club. It's called Fast Forward Sports and she loves it and said it has changed her life. She wants me to join and start running. I told her I'm a slow runner, in fact I don’t really run so much as a slow jog... and I'm not competitive by nature. She said it doesn't matter. The trainers train for every level and they don't kill you. They teach technique and they start off with a run-while-you-can- still-speak routine. You run with others (of all ages) who are at your same level. She now happens to compete in half-marathons, because she has improved to the point where she feels comfortable.
So I guess after all this yammering what I am trying to say is perhaps you could find a local running group? Ask around for recommendations. There is no shortage of running groups here, and Fast Forward Sports has an excellent reputation.
I had no idea they even existed.
-Or- do what I do, which is the Nike paradigm. Just do it. Don't think about it, just strap shoes on your feet, open the front door and go.
Thanks, April, that's more or less my take on athletics. My mom lives near a nice park with where I want to bike ride at my own pace. I need to lose a few pounds before beginning any distance running...don't want to put too much wear and tear on the ankles. I'm planning on the wind sprint thing...run as fast as you can for 20 seconds or so, then slow to a walk till you recover your breath, then do it again. The variation is supposed to be better than one steady pace.
...run as fast as you can for 20 seconds or so, then slow to a walk till you recover your breath, then do it again.
I like the sound of that. I think I'll give it a try. The older I get, the more I think less about appearances and more about my heart. My own father has numerous stents in his arteries. (saved his life, thank heavens)
My doc tells me I need to eat more ice cream because my cholesterol is too good. LOL. It's a nice problem to have. I'm lucky, but I don't want to take it for granted.
Don't worry about losing weight first. That will come anyway.
The thing that frustrates me about athletic activity is the pressure and assumption that you have to start out thin or thin and fit. No way! Or that you have to look a certain way with fancy gear. If you ask me, the only thing that is essential for a good work-out is excellent footwear.
Old or worn-out footwear can translate to hurt knees and ankles.
I used to wear Brooks but I switched to a local brand called Newton. Excellent for runners.
Neither of the Bushes were all that bad, and Eisenhower and Ford were clearly decent guys. Ford might not have been all that effectual, but still just as decent. I never disliked W. on a personal level. I think he'd be a hoot to hang with. Always did, but just never used that as a qualification for the job. Reagan was obviously congenial and knew how to charm, but I never was satisfied that he gave that much thought to the complexities of human suffering. Many people found relief in that because they were too tired of assuming that using huge resources to attend to human suffering was an infinitely inexhaustible public project.
Nixon was just plain paranoid, but I think I can justify the psychological problems motivating his abuses by saying that we lived in a time at the height of unprecedented national and global power. We weren't coming off the simpler moral struggle of WWII any longer but still weren't yet used to examining how to manage an unprecedentedly powerful country and arsenal, with its equally impressive technological capabilities in more subtle ways. So it was inevitable that we'd get a president or candidate attracted towards as much power as the office offered without the subtlety of mind necessary for appreciating what it meant in deciding to go too far in how it was used.
I think he realized what that did to him, so we should grant the man at least that. But more importantly it was a national lesson in how power corrupts - no matter how fervently you believe in your cause and conflate it with patriotism or national destiny.
Just saw Paddy's Justified note.
Me too. I am on Season 4.
I think I have to care (? is that really what it is?) about the people in a TV show to stick to it. Or the story line has to pull me in.
Raylan does get more complicated as the story moves on.
And Boyd is a piece of work.
April Apple said ...
Life or death flash can do that to a person.
Zing. Home run that. Without the morbid details I hit a dead-flash on this New Year's Eve day 31 Dec 2013. Had to tell Judi, by pounding on a wall to call 911 with hand signals, as I hadn't been able to breath for well over 2 minutes and my diaphragm was violently trying to clear an airway to no avail. I am one of those people who can get pneumonia without knowing it, no sense of fever or infection and I tend to ignore mucus congestion. Took a large Rx pill and it jammed in my throat at the joint of esophagus and wind pipe....due to the mucus build up that I ignored ...hell I smoked like a furnace for 50+ years until 22 March 2012....when cancer came calling. Survived the cancer, very well in fact, but damned near killed myself by negligence a couple weeks ago. I. Could. Not. Breath. - Period.
Weird sensation that fear that crept up on me as I realized I was near done...very unlike the threat of death in combat or any violent endeavor. In those times I'd faced it it as if it was expected...almost too casual. Like the guys who got shot up in my war and still recovered and went back to their original unit in the same shit-hole they got shot in. Wow...that is guts!
This time, hell no I didn't want to go. I turned chicken-shit in a flash. And no, no life flashed before my eyes. By the time The EMT's arrived I was barely able to expel a part of the goddamn pill, enough to gasp and wheeze. They helped but did not need to ventilate me.
I was just lucky. Period. Dead stopped by but didn't stick around.
I assure you I am setting out now to improve my health and fitness. Reasonably for a 71 year old dude. Anything is better than nothing ... a walk in the park, so I might return to my mountains in Montana and walk in them as well. Goal is June 2014.
The thing that makes Justified work so well is the villains. When there is a good "villain" you have a good season.
Madge Bennett made for a great season.
Blond haired psycho drug guy not so much.
The Florida Crowes look like they might be fun.
I think you would be very interested in reading about Nixon's life Ritmo. He is a very interesting character. Super intelligent he is much more liberal than you might think. I bet a lot of stuff that Nixon championed would be stuff that you agree with.
He was more of an anti-communist than a real conservative. I mean he started the EPA. Tried wage and price controls. Expanded the welfare state.
Conservatives supported him because of the enemies he made.
Michael Rappaport who plays the head of the Florida Crows always seemed to play ethnic big city guys so it is interesting to see him play a goober.
Loved the scene where they fed his brother to the alligator.
Now that's entertainment.
Elmore Leonard's novel "Raylan" did the opposite of most literary/TV collaborations. It seemed that he shaded the characters to be more like the TV version than the way he had previously depicted in his novels.
RMN - Duke Law grad.
Mags Bennett has been working steadily, I see, in one thing after another, since Raylan. It's in the jar.
Just finished Justified Season 2. I wish I didn't like it so much because some episodes are so violent.
As for the running. Just start and don't give a crap what you think others think about you running because you aren't in "perfect" shape. I lost close to 30 lbs running. I'm not fast. But I do enjoy it and that's all that matters. I did start by riding an elliptical to get my heart used to activity. Then I moved to run/walks. Gradually, I worked into 3 mile runs 3 days a week and then a longer run on Saturday. I did a marathon a year and a half ago. I'm not sure I look like a "runner" now. But I am.
I've got another friend who had to have weighed well over 200 lbs for the 13 years I've known her. She took up running a few years ago. She's still overweight, but I'm guessing she's lost about 50 lbs. Ran a half marathon last summer. She looks and feels great.
Hey Ari - just keep walking. Glad you're better now - *whew that was close*.
Damn, that was close, Ari - choking to death is a scary way to go.
Glad you made it through.
The only show that had a bigger body count was "The Rifleman."
I noticed that there were only six murders on the season premiere of "Justified" so I guess they are slowing down.
I do know that this is the next to last season. So they are going to start planting the seeds to wrap it all up this season.
Dear, sweet, innocent TiTi. I missed you most of all.
Say it isn't so. Ever since I outbreasted your old pal Titi, in the Poetry Tit Off Contest at our old pal Trooper York's place, he's been acting the role of abandoned lover pouting, pinning and seeking nurture and succulence in other quarters. All this while maligning the sagging tits he used to love and call to attention. When I took the matter up with my study buddy, Rollo May, I received this insight and reassurance from the renown writer/psychiatrist:
Love-making and fighting are very similar neurophysiologically in human beings. Anthony Storr points out that lover's quarrels often end up in sexual intercourse. There is a strange relationship between the fighter and the lover: the knight rescuing the maiden from the dragon and making love to her are part of the fable. In fighting there is a vivid intimacy, a closeness that partakes of both hate and love, an intimacy held off by hatred but an intimacy nevertheless, and it can blossom into affection or love." from Power and Innocence .
When It Comes To Sag
The five things
Sadder and
Saggier than
Old mama
Tits are these:
Old bridges,
Aging male,
Masts with no
Viable
Means to raise
Heads and flags
For salute,
Mattresses
Worn down by
Lovers now
Dead and gone,
Tired ropes
Of clothes lines
Missing pins
Unfit to be
Be hung with
Life's garments,
And lastly
An air of
Confidence
Seeping out
Losing what's
Needed for
Vigorous
Survival.
Who was on the judging panel?
Playtex, who knows you like we do?
The "I have this recurring nightmare of being poked over and over and over again... part cracks me up.
MamaM does the heavy lifting and separates wit from chafe.
Ari, I think post got eaten last night...I'm so glad you're still with us :)
April, no, I understand one should lose weight before beginning to run. I don't have to lose that much in general, t begin running, but I have ankles that turn easily, and would rather not put the extra wear on them.
As far as Darcy, I was wondering if she does any long distance running. I doubt I'd ever progress to that, but I understand there are the psychological benefits, e.g., runner's high.
MamaM shouldn't overdo. Her ability to clarify may become impaired.
MamaM shouldn't overdo. Her ability to clarify may become impaired.
Overdo what??? MamaM will probably die laughing before she overdoes anything. Finding saggy things started out as a bit of a challenge, as I only had three at the start but once I became Invigorated With Possibility the list grew by leaps and bounds
Speaking of which, deborah, your admonition and speculation regarding my limitations and abilities is most definitely a leap. As for the bounds, the concern so evident in your warning crosses my heart with goodness, lifting and separating the overflow with greater clarity.
So there should be no problem with you clarifying this now:
"as long as my awareness and considerations do not have to be papered over, denied, or ignored in the name of nice."
So there should be no problem with you clarifying this now:
"Should statements" tend to make me wary of motives, as do assumptions by others about whether something's a problem or not a problem for me.
Were you meaning to ask if I'm ready to provide you with more clarification about the statement quoted?
My intent was for you to provide any clarification whatsoever.
My intent was for you to provide any clarification whatsoever.
Right now, I'm in the process of looking for more information regarding a book I seem to recall you mentioning in a comment over at Althouse awhile back (sometime before the July Disconnect). The book was either "Games People Play" or "Scripts People Live by". Do you recall making such a mention? I recall this because I ended up purchasing "Scripts" as a result of whatever was said, but I'm not sure if that was because it was recommended in an exchange you were part of, something you'd mentioned, or something I found by following a link on the "Games People Play" page. After I clear that up, I'll be better prepared to offer more clarification.
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Well, here it is. It was "Games People Play" The date on my Scrips purchase on Amazon tracked back to this thread over at Althouse in which:
deborah said...
In _Games People Play_, Berne had a similar category to Village Explainer. 8/2/12, 1:01 PM
Which leads me to believe you have some familiarity with Eric Berne's description/theory of the ways Parent, Adult, Child roles are played out in social interactions. Would this be true?
It's been a long time since I've read Games, and I hadn't remembered his mention (his personal theory?) of transactional analysis, Parent-Adult-Child interactions. I first recall seeing the theory in I'm OK, You're OK.
It's been a long time since I've read Games, and I hadn't remembered his mention (his personal theory?)...
Reading more about the book "Games People Play has proved interesting. From the description below, it sounds as though the focus of the book involves Berne's personal theory, with the life games described therein being based on the same.
In the first half, Berne describes three roles or ego states, known as the Parent, the Adult, and the Child, and postulates that many negative behaviors can be traced to switching or confusion of these roles...The second half catalogs a series of "mind games" in which people interact through a patterned and predictable series of "transactions" which are superficially plausible (that is, they may appear normal to bystanders or even to the people involved), but which actually conceal motivations, include private significance to the parties involved, and lead to a well-defined predictable outcome, usually counterproductive. The book uses casual, often humorous phrases such as "See What You Made Me Do," "Why Don't You — Yes But," and "Ain't It Awful" as a way of briefly describing each game.
What I also didn't realize until now is the fact that "Games" was the forerunner to "I'm Ok, You're OK" published three years later by Dr T. Harris, as an interpretation of Berne's work. I'd read "I'm OK, Your OK" in the early seventies for a class I was taking, and the awareness I gained from reading about that basic approach has stayed with me for 40 plus years.
Looking all this up provided me with a quote I liked by Berne which says:
In reality, the "winner" of a mind game is the person that returns to the Adult ego-state first...Not all interactions or transactions are part of a game. Specifically, if both parties in a one-on-one conversation remain in an Adult-to-Adult ego-state, it is unlikely that a game is being played.
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