how can you say it another way?
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I think you've run out of good questions.
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Tomato
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Inside out, upside down, frontside back, leftside right, abstractside concrete, poeticside banal, colorside gray, painside pleasure, pessimistside optimist, darknightside ecstatic.
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Everything is a set up and 911 was made to put fear in us obama and macain are players for the same team and why does a currency in the united states read new world order on latin ? When are we all going to see the big picture for what the federal banking system is setting up for our children ,we need to wake up
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Their actions didn't come from being mean spirited...their actions came from being afraid...
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is in layman's terms
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"It is what it is........."
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It's the echo that's heard from the walls of this dimension. Some people just happen to be sitting close enough to hear and others of us can't help but charge right for those walls and keep on banging on them until we're exhausted.
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Probably sideways, but that might hurt.
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Well ... hummm ...
... instead of putting up with it
... try putting down with it
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Let me put it this way: It's not you. It's me.
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In other words, it doesn't really matter that much unless you make it matter. Just stop worrying about it.
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Hopefully not with cliché. Every time I see a piece of writing with numerous clichés, I get very upset. It's time to find new ways to say old things.
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I've found that I'm still kind of in love with her.
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Another way to put it is that I like you the way you are. I don't want to change you.
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"When you behave that way, it reminds me of some childhood fear or
hurt. So I get anxious, and because I am anxious, I'm not thinking
straight, or listening well, and I lash out at you in anger. But it's
just fear. Can we talk about ways we might deal with this, now and in
the future?"
As opposed to, "Fuck you."
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"It's not you, it's me."
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It is what it is
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Another way of puttin' it is that they should get themselves hence and fornicate themselves!
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up the butt.
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Upside down & inside out.
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Descriptive language, allegory, analogy, realistically, evasively, bluntly ...
... through hand gestures, eye contact, body language ...
... a smile ...
... a kiss ...
... laughter ...
... screams ...
... or silence ...
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...in your pipe and smoke it...
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"I haven't talked about it, but I know specifically of reports that I read, that I saw, that lay out what we learned through the interrogation process and what the consequences were for the country," Cheney said.
WE WERE WORRIED ABOUT COVERING FOR THE ONE PERCENT POSSIBILITY. IT’S ALL ABOUT POWER, BABY. IF YOU KNOW WE WILL TORTURE YOU, YOU WILL BE AFRAID TO ASK.
"I've now formally asked the CIA to take steps to declassify those memos so we can lay them out there and the American people have a chance to see what we obtained and what we learned and how good the intelligence was."
IT”S BAD TO RELEASE ANY INFORMATION ABOUT WHAT THE GOVERNMENT WAS DOING, EXCEPT WHEN I SAY SO.
also: I KNOW YOU WON”T REALLY DO IT, SO I AM HEREBY RAISING MY ANTE, YOU TRAITOROUS COMMIE FUCKERS.
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put it the positive way!
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if two times two doesn't equal four (not even close) then light can travel at a speed unknowable to man. if history is nothing but a dreamer asleep, then reality must preclude that awakening. if love and hate fight it out to the bitter end, then that end is hate. love doesn't fight. but it does prevail. don't tell the haters that they don't hate. that might e too heavy for them. tell them that they are just misfits. that'll be better.
lastly, if Jesus is Real, there is no other God.
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no i don't want to be your boyfriend
i love you
I'm not saying no forever
I like you
stay with me
thank you
understanding
no we are not friends with benefits
we are lovers and family
we are not ready for that label
he's just not that in to you
what's wrong with going label-less if what you have is great?
if he was the one he would be proud to be your boyfriend
dump him
may be take some time and if it is right it will work out and if it isn't then you will know
may be he needs more time
may be he is not that into me
may be things are really great when I am
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A good friend, now at the "big meeting" once told me to consider three questions before I told someone something difficult. Is it true? Is it necessary? Is it kind? If what I have to say to someone is true and necessary, I need to remember to be as kind as possible. Otherwise, it might be best to say nothing at all. Sage advice - I thought so then and I still think so today.
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If, if, if........If my mother had wheels she would be a bus.
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rather than "i think" (which really means "i think and therefore i am..right") use "what i feel is" or "the way that i'm going to do it is" or...well there are probably a lot of other options which i will be working on firguring out while moving forward
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another way to put it is: this is an opportunity I have wanted for a long time. and no matter what the outcome is, it's worth the experience.
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Was ist eine weitere Möglichkeit es zum ausdrücken?
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I'm totally fucked...
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Everything you know is wrong.
And mine...
Qu'est-ce que c'est le je ne c'est qua?
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
What have you found? (4/21/09)
DISRASHTI0N. PAYSHI0NS. N DR0. FUCK DA SMALL SHIT.
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I'm not sure. Although, I know it's mine.
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I have found the dance at the edge of awareness,
I have found the beauty of a half-opened flower,
I have found the truth within each precious body,
I have found the laughter that suffuses all unfolding.
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If I find my own way
How much will I find
You
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I've found that I get away with nothing and that I keep repeating the same lessons until I learn, change, and move on.....
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peace, love, thoughts, feelings, physicality, insanity, darkness, gods, gurus, etc.
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Acceptance. I don't get pissed off much anymore. Life isn't perfect. People aren't perfect. We don't get everything we want. That's the way of the world. So don't get an ulcer over it. Don't pop a blood vessel because of the lousy driver who cut you off. On the other hand, don't be afraid to speak out for what's right, defend someone who's being treated badly, stand up for what you believe. But remember that essentially life goes on as it always has. So take a deep breath, cool down a bit, try to have a little fun when you can, and seek peace within yourself.
??
I've found OUT that I'm TERRIBLE with MONEY.
??
I've found that you can destroy almost anything with just a hammer.
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Assistance
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my fiercely brave inner warrior goddess whose always jonesing for justice...she suits up and shows up to fight the good fight with a little humor, sass factor, and glam.
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That I'm pretty happy/comfortable living alone with my Yorkies.
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That helping other without thought of payback gives me a really good feeling about myself. In fact, that feeling is all the payback I need.
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that happiness is not about having the best of everything but about making the best out of what you already have
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More illusion than fact...more greed than ethics...more kindness than I expected...more narcissism than I can bear.
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that I really do love cashews.
that writing continues to bring me great joy.
that I still miss my friend Peter, who died nine years ago.
that Rome still beckons, though I haven't yet figured out how to live there.
that sex in my mid-40s with a man I'm wildly in love with, yeowzah!, sets the bed on fire and burns the paint off the walls!
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That fear and a lack of faith are my greatest enemies
??
more questions.
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I have found that the thing that makes me love someone the most, or like them, or desire them, or enjoy them, is the way they make me feel about myself, and their ability to see something lovely in me. I can't decide if I am troubled by the narcissism of this, or lulled by the obviousness.
??
10 cents, in a bag I bought at a thrift store.
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I've found that most people born after 1985, just don't get it!
??
th e coptic christian footwear intending although quite already.
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At least six four leaved clovers in the last week.
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Well, every other day this month (April is National Poetry Month!), I have found a line of poetry in my inbox, from my friend J---. We traded lines all month. We have four more days, so I have one more line in response, as I'm going to let Jeannie finish it, because a gentleman always lets a lady finish. Here's what J--- and I have found so far. J--- had the first line, I had the second, then back and forth between us. She's Grey-eyed Ajeana, hipper than Athena, and I'm Aslopius, the wounded god of garbage:
Narratives Thwarted,
An April String by Ajeana & Aslopius
Remember the dresses, a circulating skin
rainbows on cuttlefish, a cloud of squid ink
a touch of the blood on the nib of a pin
the well of the soul or the fingered instinct
tracing the notes on a crumbling spine
in the shrine of the goddess in Paleo Paphos
whose regrets are entwined in the upturn of moss.
Her husband was lame and the god of the swine
who plays his own game while lamenting his loss
a heart that he hammered into an infernal tine
and pulsed with blood from the bacchic vine.
But the shrine is now silence, dust and dross
as the poet looks skyward for a sign
angels tattooed with the sign of the cross
or token clouds with a silvery line
stretching from the nail to the Sea of Tranquility
lighting up the branches of a juniper tree.
There bloody hung dresses skewered on a fork.
Heading for the crossroads, the two of us talk
of the death of the future in the birth of the past
and other bad castings that leave us aghast
for poets are allergic to missing the mark.
Sparrows rain-dance in the heart of Queens Park.
The Red Oracle sings from a cage facing East
of folly when friendship's a movable feast
the road too well travelled is bait for the beast
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Nothing new.
??
A better question -- why are you asking these questions?
??
Mystery and truth, somewhere between the earth and the stars.
I have found my place in this world
Light years away from where I thought
I have found comfort in the sunshine
Laughter in the pain.
I have found that the ones that matter stay
Even as the others fade,
Slowly turning to dust.
I have found that home isn’t a place, but a feeling.
A feeling I have found in this city on uncertainty.
The city lights shine bright in this place I’ve found.
Biding me, “Come here”, “Try this”, “Buy now.”
I have found that music cures the soul.
I have found that the good die young,
And everything you need in life is free—
If you look hard enough.
But I have found that searching is the hardest part of all.
??
And mine...
A very unusual relationship, which I am enjoying very much.
That writing on the sidewalk and volunteering at the county jail make for an excellent Tuesday.
??
I'm not sure. Although, I know it's mine.
??
I have found the dance at the edge of awareness,
I have found the beauty of a half-opened flower,
I have found the truth within each precious body,
I have found the laughter that suffuses all unfolding.
??
If I find my own way
How much will I find
You
??
I've found that I get away with nothing and that I keep repeating the same lessons until I learn, change, and move on.....
??
peace, love, thoughts, feelings, physicality, insanity, darkness, gods, gurus, etc.
??
Acceptance. I don't get pissed off much anymore. Life isn't perfect. People aren't perfect. We don't get everything we want. That's the way of the world. So don't get an ulcer over it. Don't pop a blood vessel because of the lousy driver who cut you off. On the other hand, don't be afraid to speak out for what's right, defend someone who's being treated badly, stand up for what you believe. But remember that essentially life goes on as it always has. So take a deep breath, cool down a bit, try to have a little fun when you can, and seek peace within yourself.
??
I've found OUT that I'm TERRIBLE with MONEY.
??
I've found that you can destroy almost anything with just a hammer.
??
Assistance
??
my fiercely brave inner warrior goddess whose always jonesing for justice...she suits up and shows up to fight the good fight with a little humor, sass factor, and glam.
??
That I'm pretty happy/comfortable living alone with my Yorkies.
??
That helping other without thought of payback gives me a really good feeling about myself. In fact, that feeling is all the payback I need.
??
that happiness is not about having the best of everything but about making the best out of what you already have
??
More illusion than fact...more greed than ethics...more kindness than I expected...more narcissism than I can bear.
??
that I really do love cashews.
that writing continues to bring me great joy.
that I still miss my friend Peter, who died nine years ago.
that Rome still beckons, though I haven't yet figured out how to live there.
that sex in my mid-40s with a man I'm wildly in love with, yeowzah!, sets the bed on fire and burns the paint off the walls!
??
That fear and a lack of faith are my greatest enemies
??
more questions.
??
I have found that the thing that makes me love someone the most, or like them, or desire them, or enjoy them, is the way they make me feel about myself, and their ability to see something lovely in me. I can't decide if I am troubled by the narcissism of this, or lulled by the obviousness.
??
10 cents, in a bag I bought at a thrift store.
??
I've found that most people born after 1985, just don't get it!
??
th e coptic christian footwear intending although quite already.
??
At least six four leaved clovers in the last week.
??
Well, every other day this month (April is National Poetry Month!), I have found a line of poetry in my inbox, from my friend J---. We traded lines all month. We have four more days, so I have one more line in response, as I'm going to let Jeannie finish it, because a gentleman always lets a lady finish. Here's what J--- and I have found so far. J--- had the first line, I had the second, then back and forth between us. She's Grey-eyed Ajeana, hipper than Athena, and I'm Aslopius, the wounded god of garbage:
Narratives Thwarted,
An April String by Ajeana & Aslopius
Remember the dresses, a circulating skin
rainbows on cuttlefish, a cloud of squid ink
a touch of the blood on the nib of a pin
the well of the soul or the fingered instinct
tracing the notes on a crumbling spine
in the shrine of the goddess in Paleo Paphos
whose regrets are entwined in the upturn of moss.
Her husband was lame and the god of the swine
who plays his own game while lamenting his loss
a heart that he hammered into an infernal tine
and pulsed with blood from the bacchic vine.
But the shrine is now silence, dust and dross
as the poet looks skyward for a sign
angels tattooed with the sign of the cross
or token clouds with a silvery line
stretching from the nail to the Sea of Tranquility
lighting up the branches of a juniper tree.
There bloody hung dresses skewered on a fork.
Heading for the crossroads, the two of us talk
of the death of the future in the birth of the past
and other bad castings that leave us aghast
for poets are allergic to missing the mark.
Sparrows rain-dance in the heart of Queens Park.
The Red Oracle sings from a cage facing East
of folly when friendship's a movable feast
the road too well travelled is bait for the beast
??
Nothing new.
??
A better question -- why are you asking these questions?
??
Mystery and truth, somewhere between the earth and the stars.
I have found my place in this world
Light years away from where I thought
I have found comfort in the sunshine
Laughter in the pain.
I have found that the ones that matter stay
Even as the others fade,
Slowly turning to dust.
I have found that home isn’t a place, but a feeling.
A feeling I have found in this city on uncertainty.
The city lights shine bright in this place I’ve found.
Biding me, “Come here”, “Try this”, “Buy now.”
I have found that music cures the soul.
I have found that the good die young,
And everything you need in life is free—
If you look hard enough.
But I have found that searching is the hardest part of all.
??
And mine...
A very unusual relationship, which I am enjoying very much.
That writing on the sidewalk and volunteering at the county jail make for an excellent Tuesday.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
You sit at a table. Who do you face? (4/14/09)
Weird -- it's Anthony Hopkins.
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the boy of my dreams that is currently living 4,000 kilometres away from here.
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Sorry, I mean, Anthony Perkins!
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quite often, I face the screen of my laptop......one of many windows to my world.
At my kitchen table, I usually eat alone and face toward the Northeast.......perhaps my way of paying homage to the state of Vermont........my home away from home. I'm most comforted, however when I'm facing a friend.
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The door. Can't miss what might come in next!
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Myself.
??
As I sit down, I am face to face with Scott, the beautiful blonde and
bearded man who I have been chasing around town for several years. My
eyes flirt with him and I signal to meet me in the Men's Lounge.
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Sartre. That is, myself.
??
The most attractive girl.
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I will be sitting across the person who is my hearts desire...and he has just told me he feels the same way about me.......
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my son.
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myself ... my present ... and my future
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usually my cat, who, despite how many times i try to tell her, does not believe that i've already given her food.
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my love/s
??
Me as I am reflected in all I see.
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The wall.
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At home, I sit at a 90 degree angle to my husband at the table so I face the slider to the deck and woods in the back yard.
If we dine out and are seated at a booth, I face my husband and it at a table, I would face a guest.
I sit at a 90 degree angle to my spouse so we don't feel compelled to speak, but rather can choose to speak. If sitting across from someone, speaking to them is almost obligatory. Mike is a very quiet person and enjoys the privacy of this thoughts. He made it very clear to me when we first stated dating that he doesn't view being introverted as there being "something wrong" with him and he resented other people trying to "fix him" by forcing him into conversation or to speak. He's quite adept at speaking when he needs to, he just doesn't feel compelled to. So, being one of the "fix him" types, we find it easier for me to respect his space if I sit next to, rather than across from...
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A friend.
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It's usually the kids' table, so I face the other kids.
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Either a sponsee or someone in my knitting group - depends on which night of the week it is.
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nobody......
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In reality - my husband. I have been with him for 24 years and can't imagine wanting to face anyone else on any consistent basis. He makes me laugh.
In fantasy - Joseph Cornell. My favorite artist ever - I would love to sit at Bickford's with him and have prune whip and talk with him about his work.
Or maybe Joey Ramone. We'd be at a cheesy Italian restaurant and he'd be playing the accordion.
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I face my kids for the half of the week that they're here. When they're not, I face a can of Lysol air freshener/disinfectant, a bottle of hand lotion, an electric pencil sharpener, a toaster oven and a rechargeable beard trimmer because there's no outlet in the bathroom... plus a few ghosts of my present and past who float through my consciousness when I'm sitting there. So much of life is contained in memories of the dinner table.
??
Well, if it isn't William Strunk, Jr, again! Or, is it that guy who beats the dead horse? Oh, that would be me! So, I'm looking in the mirror.
??
I face my father, and I am so happy. Boy, do I miss him.
??
And mine...
Who I am inside.
??
the boy of my dreams that is currently living 4,000 kilometres away from here.
??
Sorry, I mean, Anthony Perkins!
??
quite often, I face the screen of my laptop......one of many windows to my world.
At my kitchen table, I usually eat alone and face toward the Northeast.......perhaps my way of paying homage to the state of Vermont........my home away from home. I'm most comforted, however when I'm facing a friend.
??
The door. Can't miss what might come in next!
??
Myself.
??
As I sit down, I am face to face with Scott, the beautiful blonde and
bearded man who I have been chasing around town for several years. My
eyes flirt with him and I signal to meet me in the Men's Lounge.
??
Sartre. That is, myself.
??
The most attractive girl.
??
I will be sitting across the person who is my hearts desire...and he has just told me he feels the same way about me.......
??
my son.
??
myself ... my present ... and my future
??
usually my cat, who, despite how many times i try to tell her, does not believe that i've already given her food.
??
my love/s
??
Me as I am reflected in all I see.
??
The wall.
??
At home, I sit at a 90 degree angle to my husband at the table so I face the slider to the deck and woods in the back yard.
If we dine out and are seated at a booth, I face my husband and it at a table, I would face a guest.
I sit at a 90 degree angle to my spouse so we don't feel compelled to speak, but rather can choose to speak. If sitting across from someone, speaking to them is almost obligatory. Mike is a very quiet person and enjoys the privacy of this thoughts. He made it very clear to me when we first stated dating that he doesn't view being introverted as there being "something wrong" with him and he resented other people trying to "fix him" by forcing him into conversation or to speak. He's quite adept at speaking when he needs to, he just doesn't feel compelled to. So, being one of the "fix him" types, we find it easier for me to respect his space if I sit next to, rather than across from...
??
A friend.
??
It's usually the kids' table, so I face the other kids.
??
Either a sponsee or someone in my knitting group - depends on which night of the week it is.
??
nobody......
??
In reality - my husband. I have been with him for 24 years and can't imagine wanting to face anyone else on any consistent basis. He makes me laugh.
In fantasy - Joseph Cornell. My favorite artist ever - I would love to sit at Bickford's with him and have prune whip and talk with him about his work.
Or maybe Joey Ramone. We'd be at a cheesy Italian restaurant and he'd be playing the accordion.
??
I face my kids for the half of the week that they're here. When they're not, I face a can of Lysol air freshener/disinfectant, a bottle of hand lotion, an electric pencil sharpener, a toaster oven and a rechargeable beard trimmer because there's no outlet in the bathroom... plus a few ghosts of my present and past who float through my consciousness when I'm sitting there. So much of life is contained in memories of the dinner table.
??
Well, if it isn't William Strunk, Jr, again! Or, is it that guy who beats the dead horse? Oh, that would be me! So, I'm looking in the mirror.
??
I face my father, and I am so happy. Boy, do I miss him.
??
And mine...
Who I am inside.
Monday, April 6, 2009
What do you mean? (4/6/09)
from the old Andy Warhol flick: HEAT
"what do you mean, what do I mean? what I say is what I mean"
as spoken by Silvia Myles
as for myself,
what I say is not what I mean. What I do is what I mean.
??
Never exactly what I say. My husband and I have heartfelt discussions over our Venus/Mars differences in communications styles. He's far too abrupt and direct. I feel PROGRAMMED as a woman to soften most of what I say. I rarely go for the juglar. I praise or compliment, then correct or admonish. "A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down."
For instance, "I'll say, TThe phrasing here is beautiful, but stronger transitions would help the flow." What I mean is, "Your writing is chaotic and nonsensical."
What I say, "I really like that shirt on you, but the pants aren't quite right."
What I mean is..."WTF, did you even look in the mirror?"
I go out of my way to avoid giving offense, and what I end up doing is being indirect and "mushy."
Mike just jumps right in and says evil cruel direct spiteful soul crushing simple truths like, "You're still not doing it right." When in truth, goddamnit, I'm still not doing it right even though I'm trying. I want is a band playing my theme song and him to bow before my feet in awe at my effort...not my results. How dare he just cut to the chase?
So, we've agreed, he's not my girlfriend.
??
I suppose that's part of the problem, I'm not sure, or not willing to commit.
??
I mean everything and nothing. I know that I don't know what I think I know. No! No! That's not what I mean. I mean love, hate, joy, sorrow, clarity, confusion, respect, contempt, and mostly humility.
??
huh?...what do you mean??
??
If you didn't 'get it' the first time ... not gonna 'splain again!
??
Not exactly sure. It is usually clear after I do it and then I know what I mean. It can be funny to watch what I try to do and then what actually happens. Like now for example....ha-ha!!
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That would be giving it away. The idea is to allow the play between the thing and the idea so you can can make your journey to the discovery what you think it means. Don't we all exist in a state of translation? Ex. I snet out this poem about two little kids and a mom sitting at a table in a cafe making up a story. Everyone thinks I am reporting an event. I received copious comment about my observational skills, when almost the entire poem was fabricated by me. Until now I'm the only one who knew this. Meaning, reality, truth, poof..........
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hmph. that's the way the h and the m ssay \\\\\ to the 'f' because after it's gone, it gets con_using. when that occurs, the way we communicate will be 'stunte_'. is that to be a verb, and adjective, or a noun? the multiplication of 2, as we found out from JD, is pertinient: always inclining yet diligently vacating the space so to take part in the 'summation'. the 'voice' that culminates is the one with the most of the unstable activity in the Mind. the veil has a clear entry point, i rejoined my Thoughts a few nights ago (it was extremely aristotelian (in the dantian sense) so it's not good to keep heading that way. if you see the bullies, the kids of privelage, and the sidewalk 'champs' mention this:
'your mind isn't hiding, youn one.' - G.
(the 'g' can be anything - from a rluer to an eraser squirrel)
and when i say 'nervous' as in 'anxious there in former to confidence and now prior so to keep the 'clampensian' effort of the modern boy leaning. i didn't have the heart to say.
as for the soul - let it go. sell it. get rid of it's sillyness and constant overstating of itself. self - hah - as in which there, huh?
also, does anyone have satan's address? i need to pick up some mail and drop of my thesis.
ps.s.s.sSs - sexually speaking i've been heating up my main ingredients. can someone tell me how they make condoms? i don't remember them and, gosh, it'd be a shame if i got the sex laws wrong, huh?
oh - the computer smithsiansing banterically ballanced will surely get the call to 'ascend'.
ahahahahahahahahahahazahamerica.com
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I mean... I need space.
I mean... I feel scared
I mean... I feel overwhelmed
I mean... I'm not sure it will work
I mean ...I really want it to
I mean....to set a boundary
but that is not what I said.
??
What I say but more realistically what I do.
??
I mean what I say and I say what I mean
??
Huh? Is it me or do these last several questions seem more arcane than usual? What do you mean, what do I mean?
??
I try not to. Mean people suck.
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Sometimes my prayers, mostly my concern, often my fear, hopefully my faith.
??
I am not sure yet. I don't always believe what I mean.
??
Usually what I say or write though clarification may sometimes be needed.
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I says what I means and I means what I says.
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What I say. Unfortunately this is not always true. I have a tendency to say things other than what I mean if I think saying what I really feel will cause problems....
And mine...
"I mean to misbehave."
"what do you mean, what do I mean? what I say is what I mean"
as spoken by Silvia Myles
as for myself,
what I say is not what I mean. What I do is what I mean.
??
Never exactly what I say. My husband and I have heartfelt discussions over our Venus/Mars differences in communications styles. He's far too abrupt and direct. I feel PROGRAMMED as a woman to soften most of what I say. I rarely go for the juglar. I praise or compliment, then correct or admonish. "A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down."
For instance, "I'll say, TThe phrasing here is beautiful, but stronger transitions would help the flow." What I mean is, "Your writing is chaotic and nonsensical."
What I say, "I really like that shirt on you, but the pants aren't quite right."
What I mean is..."WTF, did you even look in the mirror?"
I go out of my way to avoid giving offense, and what I end up doing is being indirect and "mushy."
Mike just jumps right in and says evil cruel direct spiteful soul crushing simple truths like, "You're still not doing it right." When in truth, goddamnit, I'm still not doing it right even though I'm trying. I want is a band playing my theme song and him to bow before my feet in awe at my effort...not my results. How dare he just cut to the chase?
So, we've agreed, he's not my girlfriend.
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I suppose that's part of the problem, I'm not sure, or not willing to commit.
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I mean everything and nothing. I know that I don't know what I think I know. No! No! That's not what I mean. I mean love, hate, joy, sorrow, clarity, confusion, respect, contempt, and mostly humility.
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huh?...what do you mean??
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If you didn't 'get it' the first time ... not gonna 'splain again!
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Not exactly sure. It is usually clear after I do it and then I know what I mean. It can be funny to watch what I try to do and then what actually happens. Like now for example....ha-ha!!
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That would be giving it away. The idea is to allow the play between the thing and the idea so you can can make your journey to the discovery what you think it means. Don't we all exist in a state of translation? Ex. I snet out this poem about two little kids and a mom sitting at a table in a cafe making up a story. Everyone thinks I am reporting an event. I received copious comment about my observational skills, when almost the entire poem was fabricated by me. Until now I'm the only one who knew this. Meaning, reality, truth, poof..........
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hmph. that's the way the h and the m ssay \\\\\ to the 'f' because after it's gone, it gets con_using. when that occurs, the way we communicate will be 'stunte_'. is that to be a verb, and adjective, or a noun? the multiplication of 2, as we found out from JD, is pertinient: always inclining yet diligently vacating the space so to take part in the 'summation'. the 'voice' that culminates is the one with the most of the unstable activity in the Mind. the veil has a clear entry point, i rejoined my Thoughts a few nights ago (it was extremely aristotelian (in the dantian sense) so it's not good to keep heading that way. if you see the bullies, the kids of privelage, and the sidewalk 'champs' mention this:
'your mind isn't hiding, youn one.' - G.
(the 'g' can be anything - from a rluer to an eraser squirrel)
and when i say 'nervous' as in 'anxious there in former to confidence and now prior so to keep the 'clampensian' effort of the modern boy leaning. i didn't have the heart to say.
as for the soul - let it go. sell it. get rid of it's sillyness and constant overstating of itself. self - hah - as in which there, huh?
also, does anyone have satan's address? i need to pick up some mail and drop of my thesis.
ps.s.s.sSs - sexually speaking i've been heating up my main ingredients. can someone tell me how they make condoms? i don't remember them and, gosh, it'd be a shame if i got the sex laws wrong, huh?
oh - the computer smithsiansing banterically ballanced will surely get the call to 'ascend'.
ahahahahahahahahahahazahamerica.com
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I mean... I need space.
I mean... I feel scared
I mean... I feel overwhelmed
I mean... I'm not sure it will work
I mean ...I really want it to
I mean....to set a boundary
but that is not what I said.
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What I say but more realistically what I do.
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I mean what I say and I say what I mean
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Huh? Is it me or do these last several questions seem more arcane than usual? What do you mean, what do I mean?
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I try not to. Mean people suck.
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Sometimes my prayers, mostly my concern, often my fear, hopefully my faith.
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I am not sure yet. I don't always believe what I mean.
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Usually what I say or write though clarification may sometimes be needed.
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I says what I means and I means what I says.
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What I say. Unfortunately this is not always true. I have a tendency to say things other than what I mean if I think saying what I really feel will cause problems....
And mine...
"I mean to misbehave."
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