Glorious rainy day here. Homemade Gorditos with lots of lime and pico plus Ryan Adams in my ears means I am well pleased.
February is a restless month. Too much busyness all around. I'm all for productivity but can't we live while we're being good little workers?
I'm trying.
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Ouch!
:-)
'nuff said! ;)
All bow before the god Toro.
Cambridge "blue" is the official colour. Are you think Coat of Arms?
Hinc lucem et pocula sacra!
...i.e. face the consequences of my "slip". This will teach me not to be hasty in future.
"Yellow belly," yellow?
"Sunny, optimistic," yellow?
Huxley/ "T.S. Eliot - Wasteland," yellow?
Speak up, man! ;)
Crome "yellow". ;)
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor.
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.
"Yellow belly," yellow?
"Sunny, optimistic," yellow?
Huxley/ "T.S. Eliot - Wasteland," yellow?
Speak up, man! ;)
...but now I repeat myself. :P
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,
Coldplay yellow us my favorite. ;-)
I will not lie. I have long suspected her of a certain intellectual "yellowness" — could it be laziness? i don't know. At any rate, regardless of its veracity or not, it was still a "slip." For one thing, whence have i taken it upon myself to point out other people's follies, where are my "tokens of royalty"? For another, and this is more important, i know how it feels to pursue an ideal, a dream, how afraid one feels, so that one careless word, one hasty remark can be enough to make you lose all your faith; but, even if it don't, it can still rankle, till long after it is said. It is for these reasons that i am ashamed, and why i also want the comment to stand, as a kind of reminder to me not to be hasty in future.
[Middlemarch.]
Now, should we all confess to things we've thought that might not be true, or kind?
TAG! You're it, fj! ;-)
You're no fun!
A Freudian slip, also called parapraxis, is an error in speech, memory, or physical action that is interpreted as occurring due to the interference of an unconscious ("dynamically repressed") subdued wish, conflict, or train of thought guided by the super-ego and the rules of correct behaviour. They reveal a "source outside the speech"
So what do you think that the "source outside the speech" behind the "blurt/ slip" was?
"I coulda been a contender!" ??
...and the commitment to "letting it stand"... a point de capiton?
I think that true greatness is found in everyday moments.
AND, other people may not notice it at all.
SO, I guess my definition would be an inner experience of consciousness, and an admission that I am NOT the source of goodness.
I think I'm rambling, but this, for me, is as "great" as it gets.
It's still very much there.
And it counts.
:-)
But you are!. heh. ;)
Btw, the pirate look, is it new?
I forgot about it... but since I have recently developed a stye in that very eye... very timely and apt!
I know you are thinking aloud, Jen. But i think Eliot is talking about something a little different than what you seem to be implying.
Let's say her concern is different. :)
Time to hit the bed, guys. Nyt!
The struggle begins and ends inside.
But then, why do we put it on the outside? WHy share things like this? (and even though I write in a more personal way, very direct, you also put your struggles on your blog)
I said just yesterday that I hate social media, because of this very thing. Why do I put these things out into the public when the people reading it are just like myself, struggling the same way.
Anyone who would guide me in finding my way would never read blogs (they'd have no need to) . :-)
Anyway, it doesn't really matter. If there is good to be gained, and that is the goal, then there is no harm...I suppose.
nicrap, tell me where I took a wrong turn. (with regards to Middlemarch.)
I think we "share" because that is what the SuperEgo/Ego-Ideal's function is... to "calculate" for us our "relative" social position in the herd/ hoard pecking order. And we can't determine that unless we seek feedback from the other cattle/ beasts and judge it from their responses to our quieries. It fashions our entire Symbolic realm between the Real and Imaginary whence our "ideologies" and "senses of self" originate.