funny... how the sky acquires a texture... and the leaves... absolute consistency.
I took a few botany classes in college. It felt like art much of the time.
Hmmm. I hate to exacerbate already strained blog relations but I've abandoned ship on 3 of my former blogs. You're all welcome to post at my new site, if you are so inclined. Again, my apologies in advance as to any inconveniences this might entail.
No worries. I hope all goes well.
It's way past 9. I have a couple of questions, but not sure how to ask.I know it's weird (understatement) to be watched.
Ask anyway. :)
Nah, too personal.
Should I delete this comment just for consistency? ;)No, nicrap, it didn't make sense to me.
No worries. I was merely "suggesting" a theme which is rather common in philosophy, of life itself as a struggle for which you must constsntly prepare yourself — if you do that, you will not mind the "struggles" — you will be prepared for them — either that or rope [brokhos] — to hang yourself with. ;)
Ah! I didn't realize that you were responding to the question that I deleted. Ha. What a mess.
So your answer was, "life itself". I see.
No prob. We will talk about it some other time.
So your answer was, "life itself".lol. Now i feel long-winded. ;)
"Life itself...or, since we are being pithy, everything and nothing. :)
If you feel the need to expound at any time, I'll have bhindi masala, saag chicken, and butter naan. ;)
Ps, I was being nosey again, looking for details about you and your life. I am like that, you know. :-)
Lace! Natural lace, that it.
Nice, AOW. My mom always grew ferns, which looked like lace to me.
...looking for details about you and your life...And i did give you one...only it wasn't the one you were looking for. ;)
But why don't you tell me what's consuming you at the moment? In fact, i remember a post you did recently; it concerned the care/education [paideia] of [your] children, especially how to instill in them a resepct for others ... But then it took a different turn in the comment section.
And i did give you one...only it wasn't the one you were looking for.----I'm horrible at riddles. :p
Oh yes, how is your recovery going? We have been amiss in not asking you before.
I think my foot is coming on just fine. Won't know for several more weeks, when I get to put weight on it. Being a physical therapist, I know the process, but this is new. The long hours alone.
Be careful not to put on weight before you put weight on it. heh. :pAs i have some work i must attend to now, and i think you too will soon turn in, i bid you good night. :0
lol. An afterthought, obviously. :)
Sorry, n. It was a rough day. Not feeling very chopper.
ohk. I thought it was maybe some slang. It's constant struggle with me with slang. :)Sleep. I find it is a good antidote to all ills. :)
It's a struggle with me and the autocorrect on this tablet. :p
I am going out of town this weekend. Hopefully that will help set me straight. :-)
There is no law that says that you need to be chipper all the time, now is there? Just be one at yourself, and move on. :)
There is no law that says that you need to be chipper all the time, now is there? Just be one [with] yourself, and move on. :)
Thank you for the gentle reminder, n. I wholeheartedly agree.
Fj, how are things at work?
N. is good. I like N. But could you make it good. Lower case makes it look hopelessly alone. :)
...make it [upper case]. :(
Of course. I'd much rather call you by your real name.What does nicrap mean, anyway?
Don't ask, Jen. There was some vague idea behind it; it was supposed to be my crap, as back then I did not think that there is anything worthwhile to say, that all one could ever do was keep puking, crapping; there was no truth. I was still a huge fan of Beckett and shamming despair. :)...life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke, and then the puke down your gullet until you puke the puke, and then the puked puke until you begin to like it.P.S. "ni" being the first two letters of my name which is Nikhil. But i would still like you to call me N., a little impersonality being not such a bad thing in blogosphere. :)
But still — nicrap??? I couldn't come with anything better, for shame! :(
Wow. I have to say, I'm surprised that you told me that. Thanks.You've got me beat on creativity. I used my real name. :p
Shamming despair...I laughed. I'm afraid I still do that on occasion.And for what it's worth, your writing is worthwhile to me, when it's not over my head.
And as for impersonality online, I think it's a paradox.
And as for impersonality online, I think it's a paradox.lol. Indeed. But there may be some "magical" thinking involved here. For instance, do you know that in certain "primitive" societies personal names are taboo — so are the names of the dead, of the king and other important personages — because they are thought to give power over the persons to whom they belong? Frazer discusses this in detail in his The Golden Bough. See here.
Interesting read. Now the belief in magical powers is replaced with paranoia, possibly justified. Maybe it's foolish to use my name online, but I don't think anyone cares enough to use it.
In fact, when someone uses a fake name, I struggle to take them seriously.Come to think of it, that's a good thing!
I'm also surprised that you use your photo in your avatar.I'm not comfortable with using mine.
I used to, but not now.
But then, I'm a very visual person, and an image says a lot about a person.It's uncomfortable to reveal so much.And I've just come to understand why showing my photos is so difficult for me!!
No no, you are missing the point [forgive me]. It is not whether someone can do you harm or not, magically or otherwise — or whether this fear is justified or not — all of that is secondary — but that we consider our names to be a vital part of ourselves and take care of them accordingly; we are attached to them, as it were, by a "magical" bond, just like a "primitive" man.
...and "magical" is not follsh, Jen. :)p.s. I am still replying to your comment of 11:15.
I'm also surprised that you use your photo in your avatar.I am a very vain person, on occasions. It was one of them. ;)
Name is just that — a token. But we invest it with magical qualities.
All of this reminds me how i've always had difficulty telling people my gfs' names, as if i was betraying their trust; or, when it came to their male friends, i would always use wrong names even though i remembered their real names correctly. :)
I do understand. I am just wondering why I don't seem to have the same trepidation when it comes to using my name. I think I know, but it's not pretty, and may not be accurate.I've not liked my own name in recent years. :(My magical thinking is attached to my image, more than my name.
Well, I'm off for now.Hasta luego! (Until next time!)
Oh that i could google. lol. :)Bye.
Fj, how are things at work?Extremely busy... and yet I'm taking the day off so that I can speak to the Unemployment people.During the government shutdown I had applied for unemployment. I received notice last weekend that my claim was "denied" because I had refused to work during it.Now I get to explain that even though my employer offered to let me work from home, there was no "meaningful" work to perform, as I was forbidden to talk to any civil servants... and so my dispute with my employer moves into the realm of "officialdom".
...I suppose that I should add that my employer didn't decide to let me work from home until 10 days into the shutdown, after they had managed to convince the government Contracting Officer that some "meaningful" work COULD be performed. It was a statement that may have been true in some cases, but unfortunately, not mine, as my work is inextricably linked to that which is performed by government employees and involves the management of their work efforts.
I hate to hear that. Sounds like your honesty didn't sit well with the uppity ups. Good luck with your meetings, and here's hoping that something good will come of it.
It already has.I'm now upset at myself for even caring about this. It upset me to think that I wouldn't collect something I was "entitled" to, but don't really "need".I think I need to donate this money, if I ever get it, to "charity".
btw - I watched a pretty good Mexican film today here call "Y tu Mama Ta,bien" (...and your mother, too). Zizek had mentioned it in his review of Children of Men.... much better than Children of Men, IMO.The foreground/background contrast wasn't fake. There was an "authentic" dasein in the story... especially that of Chuy, the fisherman.
re work: It's hard to not get caught up in the crap. It can be disheartening...Thanks for the movie recommendation. Children Of Men was so dark. I don't remember everything about it, but I felt jerked around when it was over.
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