A little blues tune in the key of E
Hmmmmmmn......
A man came home cause he felt kinda queer
Knocked on the front door, went to the rear
Went down, got up, the very next day
Somebody had took the back door away
But they got it fixed, ain't no doubt
Nobody knows what it's all about
Too bad that the news got out
But they got it fixed right on.
Hmmmmmm...
A man came home cause he felt kinda queer
Knocked on the front door, went to the rear
Went down, got up, the very next day
Somebody had took the back door away
But they got it fixed, ain't no doubt
Nobody knows what it's all about
Too bad that the news got out
But they got it fixed right on.
Hmmmmmm...
posted by jm at 2:17 AM
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Crashing in the kitchen, noises in the hall
Roll over and go back to sleep -- it's just a dream, that's all
So how come the window's broken?
What caused the glass to fall?
And who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall?
Police arrive -- muddy up the floor
Dig out half the plaster -- it's a .38 for sure
Kick the neighbour's door in
Saying better tell it all
Who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall?
Blaster on the back porch shaking up the lane
They're drinking gin and joking -- laughter falling down like rain
Everybody wears a halo
Never saw nothing at all
So who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall?
duelin' songs. I like it.
Hahaha! What fun! Love 'em. :-)
Great songs, you two.
Here's Willie Dixon's
Back Door Man
Chorus
I am a back door man
I am a back door man
Well the men don't know, but the little girls understand
When everybody's tryin' to sleep
I'm somewhere making my midnight creep
Yes in the morning, when the rooster crow
Something tell me, I got to go
[chorus]
They take me to the doctor, shot full o' holes
Nurse cried, "please save his soul"
Accused him of murder, first degree
Judge's wife cried, "let the man go free"
[chorus]
"Stand out there", cop's wife cried
"Don't take him down, rather be dead
Six feet in the ground"
When you come home you eat pork and beans
I eat more chicken, than any man seen
[chorus]
JM, I can't help noticing the idea of doors (or lack thereof) in yesterday's and today's threads. Didn't you have an earlier post about doorways? I have to say, when you mentioned Le Porte Verte, the first thing that occured to me was "Beyond the Green Door", which I couldn't quite place -- looked it up and of course it was "Behind the Green Door", the first hardcore porn film introduced to America. I don't know that I ever saw it, but oddly enough someone else brought it up in a discussion we were having about porn last night. Of course I prefer my "beyond" to "behind."
And Casey, did you write that? What wonderful evokative (I don' know how to spell that) lyrics.
lord, no. I only access great lyrics constantly. That's Bruce Cockburn, a BRILLIANT Canadian singer who's been around since the late 60s.
And jm had a blog on PORTALS...way fun. When I actually attempt art, doorways are one of the main subjects I'm into (the other being trees).
But the word PORTAL always make me think of sci-fi shows and things like "The Portal to Forever." The word itself seems to speak to me of escaping to other dimensions.
Love your lyrics too. Especially, "When you come home you eat pork and beans
I eat more chicken, than any man seen"
which reminds me the Wild Ox Moan line:
Don't your kitchen look empty
When your biscuit maker's gone?
There's an interesting Mexican restaurant here (Houston) over in the cool warehouse district. You have to knock on the red door to be admitted. No signs. You just have to "know".
I love places like that. I've never been to Houston, only Austin, which I loved. Are you from Texas? Is Kinky Friedman still running for gov?
Oh, yes, the Kinkster is DEFINITELY running for gov. His motto is "Why the Hell Not?" He had a case of foot-in-mouth disease last month when he called the remaining Katrina victims "thugs and hoods". But he is DEFINITELY an entertaining candidate and he couldn't do a worse job as governor than the W -- who virtually did NOTHING as gov.
http://www.click2houston.com/news/9830490/detail.html
http://www.kinkyfriedman.com
we LOOOOVESS our Kinky.
How many politicans have an action-figure doll?
Juju, yes. I did have a post about doors and have still been thinking about them.
BTW, I did see the end of that movie we were discussing. It was tough.
Casey, I think doors are a way into another dimension too. They are so much a part of everything.
I woke up this morning bout half past four
Someone was rattling at my front door
It was my Rattlesnakin daddy
My Rattlesnakin Daddy My Rattlesnakin Daddy
Wants to rattle all the time
Willie dixon was such a great figure in blues, Probably the one who kept the collective bluesmen together the most. he was a towering figure and funny. It was a brief but magnificent time in American music.
Now if you ever been down to New Orleans
You can understand just what I mean
All through the week it's quiet as a mouse
But on Saturday night they go from house to house
You don't have to pay the usual admission
If you're a cook, a waiter, or a good musician
So if you happen to be passin by
Just stop in at the Saturday night fish fry.
It was a rockin'
It was a rockin'
You never seen such scufflin and a shufflin till the break of dawn.
"How many politicans have an action-figure doll?"
Former Minnesota governor Jesse "The Body" Ventura comes to mind. :o)
"How many politicans have an action-figure doll?"
Former Minnesota governor Jesse "The Body" Ventura comes to mind. :o)
This is exactly the kind of info jm needs right now . . . she's been over on Pi Chron & I'm going to leave a message from Myrtle Rae for her . . :-)
BTW, ya gotta love it . . . living in a state where the gov has an action figure . .
Neith you're an angel! I'd better quit while I'm ahead.
I truly am astounded by you.
Just filling in for tseka . . . she has such a knack for dropping these gems on us and we all just stop & go WOW!!! We DO listen BTW . . . and with a great deal of appreciation for your breadth of knowledge & insight.
You are so right about tseka's gems. She has that Aquarius love for us all.
I think all of us here listen to everyone else.
Finally.
That rat a tat tat of sewage spewing on the blogs with no intention of really having a discourse is coming to the surface and trying to get out of my system. I can't believe how much of it I swallowed. I was in bad shape.
Just getting ready for Jup in sag with the last Scorpio release.
Hello waste removal! My cans are to the right and left!
She certainly can can-can
Ethel Waters
"I can't believe how much of it I swallowed. I was in bad shape."
But maybe the experience of reactive toxicity had the end result of getting your emotional immune system into better gear, and you'll be clearer than ever before.
Kad, I thought of that exactly.
I always have had a problem with immunity to negativity around me being highy absorptive.
I kept telling myself that throughout this recent process, but also thinking it could have been rationalization.
I know that with the increasing involvement out in society I have to develop techniques for defense against these things. They are massive.
I still don't know exactly what to do with the pain that results.
It's takes effort to master this. I have to stay open to sensations as an artist, yet closed enough to survive the onslaught of negative sense impressions. The sound is the worst. The screaming human agony which is business as usual every day out there. It all competes and creates a terrible discordancy. No one seems to be listening.
We mustn't forget Pat either . . . that combination of Aquarius & Pisces which I believe you described as "compassionate intellect" helps maintain the tone too. We're very fortunate . . .
"It's takes effort to master this. I have to stay open to sensations as an artist, yet closed enough to survive the onslaught of negative sense impressions. The sound is the worst."
Hmmm. Yes. I know what it's like to feel poisoned by negativity. It can take effortful practice. But doable.
Well, if you are talking about subtle energies, there are a variety of techniques.
For when clients give me too much of their emotional craziness, I learned the trick of visualizing my clients in golden bubbles of light, floating off into the blue yonder, and getting smaller and smaller until I don't notice them anymore.
When I was a little boy, I would mentally put a bubble of light around myself to keep out other people's stuff. It was set to selectively filter out coarse vibrations I didn't need, and to still let in the finer stuff. Although, I must admit, I can do a better job of it now than when I was a child. When riding public transportation, sometimes it is helpful to visualize setting in place a skin-tight layer of light, analogous to the function of the physical skin.
Another way I've heard of is to be selectively transparent. However, I'm not convinced that works so well.
I find that these are not merely mental illusions. Other sensitive people have noticed invisible energy structures or charges with which I've experimented.
I think it's helpful to draw in energy from the earth and the sky: golden roots extending far below to the center of the earth, a brilliant stream of light entering the head and then circulating around the body. The natural flow is down the right side, to the base of the spine, and then up the left side. If I am charged up and radiating, I don't feel nearly as vulnerable.
Physical noise is harder to work with, especially if the brain/body has grown sensitized. It could take a long time to get used to the sound of traffic, for example.
The neural circuits in the brain can change to amplify sounds greatly. Some people who have partial hearing loss have a problem in which the range of frequencies that they are still able to detect becomes highly amplified and distorted by their brains. What others might regard as mild noises can become major assaults to their perception. In cases like that, they may attempt to isolate themselves, but I suspect that may make the problem worse. I realized that was happening to a friend. Instead of thinking he was crazy as his family thought, I researched what I suspected was happening, and learned that it has a name, "loudness recruitment."
On the other hand, sensitivity can be a tremendous boon.
I'm reminded of a dialogue between the Sioux holy man, Fools Crow, and Thomas Mails, a Lutheran minister and author of books on Native American history and culture.
"Why do you wrap up, and why is darkness so often a part of what you do?"
"To reach full communion with Wakan-Tanka and the Helpers, I must isolate myself from all distractions, including intruding thoughts, and create a quiet place where I am fully open to Them and focused on the matter at hand. The black cloth enables me to do this in a very effective way. Darkness also allows my mind's eye to take over, because it can see far beyond what my physical eyes can see. ...My senses are keener and come alive. Darkness helps what I feel and sharpens my hearing for spiritual sounds. Even whispers become like shouts. ...These are some of the reasons why I and some of the other medicine people sometimes cure or heal at night, and why the vision quester's greatest visions usually come to them at night. Sun is good, and light is good. But during the daytime we see with our physical eyes and it is harder to concentrate on spiritual matters."
The neural circuits in the brain can change to amplify sounds greatly
This is what musicians have. More connections to the musical part of the brain. But we need these.
What others might regard as mild noises can become major assaults to their perception. In cases like that, they may attempt to isolate themselves, but I suspect that may make the problem worse.
Exactly. I ask people "didn't you hear that?". They say "hear what?" I hear every single song in the stores piped through the tinny systems.
I have isolated myself and now I have the silence, so maybe knowing this will make me able to hack it. Plus the 3 sets of ear plugs.
As Pluto heads to my MC hopefully the resistance will come too.
the vision quester's greatest visions usually come to them at night. Sun is good, and light is good. But during the daytime we see with our physical eyes and it is harder to concentrate on spiritual matters."
Exactly. Always have been a night person.
There is one plus to the conflict. I have a tendency to withhold my strength, even in pressing the piano keys. Fears around this. So ultimately the pressure is designed to make me strike a little harder. It's part of the blues and the percussive factor. Also the power of my voice. This still needs some work. Force without anger. Very very subtle.
I am not a begging confessional singer and this is the usual way. Personal crying and pleading. Tugging at heartstrings. Especially for women. It's taking some doing to learn aggression applied just right to make the musical statement. Conflict with the environment is necessary. Taking it in and transforming it. The whole percussive act has defiance in it. But this is one of the most interesting challenges. Percussion is my main ingredient.
learned the trick of visualizing my clients in golden bubbles of light, floating off into the blue yonder, and getting smaller and smaller until I don't notice them anymore.
Good technique. The diminishing is the way to go.
My senses are keener and come alive. Darkness helps what I feel and sharpens my hearing for spiritual sounds.
Beautifully put. Part of my feelings about the abuse of this word politically.
Darkness. Black velvet.
And really I think it comes down to this. In the face of this sensory violence, I have my talent. This is the best defense. While I am expressing I no longer am taking it in. The best bubble of all.
Good stuff, Kad.
Interesting. During my first Saturn return, an article was written in the papaer about me and the statement was made that I expressed life's suffering without giving in to it. The blues, of course. The defiance.
Now that I've absorbed so much of this collective suffering I suppose it's part of my musical path as I once again defy it and go on as the champion of self determination that is so important to me.
In that regard, I needed all of this if there is to be a serious public revelation.
It's like the blacksmith pounding metal. My Aries. Fire and metal into usable shapes and containers. Just the right force.
When I scared, usually driving at night, or if I'm home alone, I learned a technique a long time ago that seems to work. I encase myself in a sphere of white light while saying something like "I place this care (house, whatever) under white light and divine protection. Let me harm no one and no one harm me."
But I seem to be the complete opposite from you guys in so many ways. I'm a lark (morning person), I'm urban, I'm Southern, I'm science.
Kadimiros, that is just fascinating about Fools Crow. But it makes a lot of sense. Again, this society overvalues light, sound and activity at the expense of darkness, silence and meditation. The US epidemic of depression simply must needs be an overreaction of the spirit to the hyperactivity that we are expected to engage in every day and year 'round, even in the dark of winter.
I'm a morning person too, Casey . . . well, not early morning, that's tseka! Most of the time when I stop by in the evenings, the brain is well on it's way to sleepy time. Science, well, would you believe I tried on Biology & Nursing for majors, before coming back to art? Southern, nope. Urban, tried it, it didn't like me . . :-)
The US epidemic of depression simply must needs be an overreaction of the spirit to the hyperactivity that we are expected to engage in every day and year 'round, even in the dark of winter.
I agree! As we're moving into Libra shortly, perhaps it's time consider moderation . . . The whole ad machine keeps screaming "go, go, go"!!! NUTZ!!
Another collection of valuable advice, this talk of bubbles and filters to keep out intrusions of others' emotional flotsam and mental jetsam.
To get my ideas for my Ukrainian eggs, I sit or lie in darkness and silence and just let the images come. The hardest part is deciding what to do!
Speaking of music, I am donating an egg to a benefit for The Rose Ensemble, a local Early Music group that I am just in love with. I have to get this piece done by the 15th of October.
This group recently released a recording of a performance of selected Cantigas de Santa Maria, which are collections of medieval music from Spain in praise of the miracles of the Virgin (whom I regard as another face of the Goddess). I can't stop listening to it. :o)
oh, wow, guys, we're having the grandbaby tomorrow! They're inducing in the morning.
woo!hoo! A real little cusp person.
So! How do you guys weigh in on the cusp issue? Is it a melding of the two signs or is 29 degrees 50 minutes still a Virgo?
So! How do you guys weigh in on the cusp issue? Is it a melding of the two signs or is 29 degrees 50 minutes still a Virgo?
First of all . . CONGRATULATIONS!!!! And second, having my sun at 29d 41 min of Libra, I know I'm a Libra! However, it would be great to get more feedback on Anaretic degrees for some others. What a chart that one will have . . . boy or girl? Or do you know yet?!
Boy. I know. One more day and he would have had the solar eclipse too.
Now I have to convince my boss I need the time off -- and I've had 3 lines that client rejected and need to be "fixed" like today. (really. today. not tomorrow.) Only it's turning out that they're really l-o-o-n-g lines and the reason they look bad is my boss already wanted to take a shortcut when I did them three months ago. It's still trying to find the "fast" way to fix them. And there is NO fast answer. It's just time to get down to the gritty and do them right. Only he STILL doesn't want to do it that way.
We sing this song constantly. Do it fast. Do it right. Do it fast. Do it right.
Anyway, I need to take care of Pookie while his mommy's in the hospital.
Suppose I don't have to ask but please post your new grandbaby's data when you know it!!! Babies are so new & shiny . . . :-)
well, I can give you his older brother's now. But I think Astrodienst doesn't do charts for kids less than 6 years. But astrolabe does.
www.alabe.com
Eric W.
5/15/2004
7:05 p.m.
Berkeley, CA
Just look at that Uranus sitting on top of my Venus and N.N.
Almost all the men in my family have Aries Moons -- except for my son who has an Aquarian moon. (Libra Sun, Sag. rising)
As I read this chart, he's gonna be a handful. And a charmer (venus in gemini, taurus sun?)
jupiter's in detriment in Virgo, isn't it? Up there in the 10th.
"Darkness. Black velvet."
I read today that the Hesperides, the evening daughters of dark Nyx (Night), were said to sing enchanting and beautiful songs. ;-)
The US epidemic of depression simply must needs be an overreaction of the spirit to the hyperactivity that we are expected to engage in every day and year 'round, even in the dark of winter.
I've had this view for a long time, ever since I was a reporter in Washington, D.C., the capital of insane hyperactivity (you can't stand on an escalator, because people in a hurry to get to work will run you over). When you're being bombarded with difficult situations every second, you don't have time to process the feelings that come up when, say, your boss yells at you or makes decisions that affect your life without bothering to ask you first or involve you in the discussion. We have to put these things aside, and those of us who do dare to raise issues are branded as "unprofessional" or troublemakers. With too much unresolved emotional energy taxing it, the body/mind simply shuts down. I have always maintained that depression is not sadness, it's numbness. Much of the depression in industrialized countries (not just the United States) is, I believe, due to shutting own.
Physical noise is harder to work with, especially if the brain/body has grown sensitized. It could take a long time to get used to the sound of traffic, for example.
Boy, does that ever ring a bell! I go into the city everyday to work, and I notice that I start shutting down mentally right about the time I start walking through the heavy traffic area. I mentioned it to my boss, and he suggested that I get an iPod or Walkman or something to drown out the racket with music. I might have to. . .
I, too, isolated myself for a long time, living in very quiet, sparsely populated areas. Adjusting to being in the city is one of the hardest things, primarily because of the noise. The intrusion makes me a little hostile to connecting to the city. After more than two months here, I still have a sense of floating in a private twilight zone. I don't feel part of the city at all.
HEY CASEY, early congratulations!
OK, WHAT is it with me and "owning?" Must be some subconscious thing bubbling up. That should have been "shutting down." Last night, in a posting on my own blog, I typed "owned" instead of "know."
Sheesh.
"It's like the blacksmith pounding metal. My Aries. Fire and metal into usable shapes and containers. Just the right force."
You'll pound your experiences into submission! ;-) We're tempered by life, too.
"I still don't know exactly what to do with the pain that results."
Hmmm, well, it's a feeling, and needs to be experienced or else it lingers and can become stored (there's a biochemical basis for this in the brain). I'd be careful not to tighten up with it. Expression through art is, of course, a most excellent way of handling it, and transforming its energy into new vitality. That whole aesthetic space thing we touched on nearly two years ago.
"There is one plus to the conflict. I have a tendency to withhold my strength, even in pressing the piano keys. Fears around this. So ultimately the pressure is designed to make me strike a little harder."
Just curious: Does your breathing change any when you withhold, and when you are free?
I tried an interesting exercise a few months ago, practicing tai chi forms in a small cluttered room with my eyes closed. It was more difficult to stay balanced and upright without the aid of sight. I could concentrate on giving myself permission to spin and kick freely without fear of hitting something -- the fear that to some degree would have been present even with eyes open.
There is much to be said for isolating something so that it can be studied intensely. I think it was Picasso's work I saw, a series of canvases on which a figure was painted. Variations. Sketchily outlined with thick dark strokes without color, or else entirely in colorful shapes, and so on. My best friend and his girlfriend were at the exhibition with me. He turned to me and asked, "Why did he do more than one?" His girlfriend smiled. I muttered something about how the artist eventually reintegrated everything he had learned so that he could create more powerful work than before.
Maybe that's a clue for our world's apparent collective fragmentation.
"I am not a begging confessional singer and this is the usual way. Personal crying and pleading. Tugging at heartstrings. Especially for women. It's taking some doing to learn aggression applied just right to make the musical statement. Conflict with the environment is necessary."
I always sang happy songs to my first godchild, filled with joy and the exuberance of life. Aggression is also force, power. It has negative connotations, but a few regard it more broadly: "One of the seven modes. Its positive pole is dynamism; its negative pole is belligerence. In aggression mode, one releases one's energy vigorously." (Summerjoy glossary) Red is the color of passion, anger, love, and sheer childlike joy at intense play.
"But I seem to be the complete opposite from you guys in so many ways. I'm a lark (morning person), I'm urban, I'm Southern, I'm science."
I, for one, do stay up later than I should, mainly because I keep irrationally feeling like I have things I want to do. My sister does it, too. The bad thing is that my ability to concentrate intensely lets me stay awake way beyond the point of diminishing returns.
To pay the rent, I do some programming of computers and databases...mostly Web applications and webcasting these days. I try to keep the rational side in check, or at least leavened, otherwise it doesn't go over too well with some of my friends. :-)
"Again, this society overvalues light, sound and activity at the expense of darkness, silence and meditation. The US epidemic of depression simply must needs be an overreaction of the spirit to the hyperactivity that we are expected to engage in every day and year 'round, even in the dark of winter."
And then --
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
--to quote the playwright.
True, it's unbalanced. All the people running around with insufficient sleep -- makes me wonder at how we manage to avoid getting into more trouble than we already do. Good thing we don't all work in hospitals treating patients!
So disconnected from the inner self, it would be no wonder to feel at a loss, and lost, without guidance, and in our confusion to be pursuaded to en masse chase after the wrong values. The intrinsic rewards make life worthwhile, and the inner perception/understanding allows us to know what really matters.
THis conversation is right up my street.
Again, this society overvalues light, sound and activity at the expense of darkness, silence and meditation. The US epidemic
So well and bravely put, joe....overvalues light.
I read today that the Hesperides, the evening daughters of dark Nyx (Night), were said to sing enchanting and beautiful songs. ;-)
Got to look into this.
have always maintained that depression is not sadness, it's numbness.
I completely agree with this.
We have to put these things aside, and those of us who do dare to raise issues are branded as "unprofessional" or troublemakers.
This horrifies me about the workplace. And it's unintelligent. Emotional release could do nothing but increase productivity. It's insane to try and be nothuman that many hours a day.
"Science, well, would you believe I tried on Biology & Nursing for majors, before coming back to art?"
I was an art major in high school, then I tried computing in college (at the time, I was attracted by computer drawings/animations), and finally I switched back and graduated with an art degree.
Agh, education makes me shudder. I just read two articles today, one was in Time I believe, about the homework debate. A number of studies showing that doing homework improves young children's grades by, well, no measurable degree.
Does your breathing change any when you withhold, and when you are free?
Yes and it also affects my sphincter. I can feel when the restriction is loosened, in all my body. My breathing goes more on automatic pilot though so I am less conscious of it.
There is much to be said for isolating something so that it can be studied intensely
I think this is the basis of scientific discovery.
I've noticed when I am feeling really good I am able to stop and look at shapes and patterns within, such as at stoplights in the car. I know then things are well. It's my favorite mood. When I forget about where I'm going or some problem I thought I had.
Aggression is required for a lot of life's tasks. Such as birth. Even placing an object somewhere.
It is neutral like almost everything and it's how we apply it. We try to master application of force to fit the task.
In music, drumming is aggression, associated with sexuality and dance. Pushing the feet into the floor. It is a powerful release of tension. All striking and pushing motions require aggression. Babies have to master it to get motor control, and thus their rage when they can't.
The problem comes when the force goes into destruction terrirory. All people in the constuction business know all about this. Carpenters are masters. Look at the hammer.
It means 'to approach, attack'. So I read as conscious applied force.
education makes me shudder. I just read two articles today, one was in Time I believe, about the homework debate. A number of studies showing that doing homework improves young children's grades by, well, no measurable degree.
Makes me shudder too. Very interesting study.
The whole issue of learning is a several lifetime study.
"So! How do you guys weigh in on the cusp issue? Is it a melding of the two signs or is 29 degrees 50 minutes still a Virgo?"
Wow, big congrats on the grandbaby! :-)
I've not had as strong feeling about signs in general as I've had for certain planets. I lean towards precision, but I don't really know for sure.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Love it.
I say still a Virgo.
"Boy, does that ever ring a bell! I go into the city everyday to work, and I notice that I start shutting down mentally right about the time I start walking through the heavy traffic area. I mentioned it to my boss, and he suggested that I get an iPod or Walkman or something to drown out the racket with music. I might have to. . ."
I don't understand why, sometimes when I go to a birthday or wedding celebration, the music has to pound loud enough to hurt. It makes it harder to enjoy the occasion. I should remember to bring ear plugs. When I get home again, I rush to megadose myself with vitamin C to prevent noise-induced hearing loss.
It makes it harder to enjoy the occasion
The majority thinks this makes it easier to enjoy the occasion. The forced joy and hilarity. The party MUST be a success and people don't have confidence in their natural ability to experience joy.
Everywhere this goes on. the too loud music. It has to compete with the screaming, the forced laughter, and all of that. Alcohol turns up the human shriek level, so the music has to get even louder. Competition and discord.
All to avoid the void.
I once went to a party that was one of the most joyous I'd ever attended. Candles were everywhere, a beautiful vegetarian buffet was set out, people lounged on the floor around a gorgeous dark haired woman seated on a pillow playing a stringed Turkish instrument and singing softly.
It was a magic moment I'll never forget, when all were in harmony and in the grace of something much larger. Woodstock, NY.
It CAN happen, although it's rare. One of my searches. Otherwordly parties.
As an anarchist one of my fantasies is machine gunning every speaker in creation.
Kadimiros wrote: We have to put these things aside, and those of us who do dare to raise issues are branded as "unprofessional" or troublemakers.
jm wrote: This horrifies me about the workplace. And it's unintelligent. Emotional release could do nothing but increase productivity. It's insane to try and be nothuman that many hours a day.
Oh yes. And I spent almost 2 years in the education field, and it was probably the worst for all the perfectly-human needs to be expressed.
It's one thing to want to be professional, but when it shuts people out and shuts them down, there's a problem. Plus, in the US we have such a twisted, schizo perception of sexuality that any innocent gesture or compassionate human touch (such as an embrace) can and will be misinterpreted. I am highly conscious of what I say or do when I am working, esp. if I am working with a female client. It's exhausting.
"...All to avoid the void."
Ah, explains well the unfunity. The music could have been more pleasing but for the excess volume.
"It was a magic moment I'll never forget, when all were in harmony and in the grace of something much larger. Woodstock, NY."
The experience of beautiful feeling welling up within in response. I bet that would discomfort some people. :-)
Joe wrote: "Kadimiros wrote: We have to put these things aside, and..."
Actually, that was Pat who wrote that part. :-) (jm quoted several people without attribution when she wrote one message, so it may have read like it was all a response to one person, but it wasn't.)
"It's one thing to want to be professional, but when it shuts people out and shuts them down, there's a problem."
"Be professional" is sometimes a rationalization for keeping walls up. I see this in a few clients who follow mystery scripts in their own minds about how to behave professionally. They learn the jingo, and even psychobabble, but they don't put serious effort into learning how to be a real team player or a good manager. Hidden insecurity and chasing after the ego/status/hierarchy thing has something to do with it.
It would be a great joy to work in an organization that was cognizant of corporate soul, and every day supported, beyond the utilitarian motive, its staff.
"I am highly conscious of what I say or do when I am working, esp. if I am working with a female client. It's exhausting."
There's an archaic law here making it illegal for a man and an unrelated woman to be alone together in the same room. Something like that.
New York:
A fine of $25 can be levied for flirting. This old law specifically prohibits men from turning around on any city street and looking "at a woman in that way." A second conviction for a crime of this magnitude calls for the violating male to be forced to wear a "pair of horse-blinders" wherever and whenever he goes outside for a stroll.
It is against the law to throw a ball at someone's head for fun.
A license must be purchased before hanging clothes on a clothesline.
The penalty for jumping off a building is death.
New York City: "It is disorderly conduct for one man to greet another on the street by placing the end of his thumb against the tip of his nose and wiggling the extended fingers of that hand."
No, not programming code -- seismic data which looks like little wiggly sine waves...there is a moment of first energy when the seismic wave hits the geophone recording it. We call these "first breaks" and I spend almost 90% of my time picking first breaks. The other 10% I spend picking velocities. I go into a zone or "the flow" and pick away on autopilot.
Anyway, it takes a certain amount of time to pick the first breaks which is one method of making sure that the field geometry is set up right. If anybody is interested, In October or November of last year, I put up a blog on seismic processing 101 for my friend B91.
Oh, and neith? Put a "F" by my name in the birthtime chart. Me be female.
I'm off to the hospital. There seems to have been a flurry of calls while I was at lunch around 11:50 so maybe the baby is here! Now no one is answering their phone. What's a cell phone good for if no one is answering?
ha! found the link:
http://thesims2.ea.com/mysimpage/blog.php?user_id=709569&date=2005-10
October 25, 2005.
Now I'm gone. Wish they would answer their phone!
It would be a great joy to work in an organization that was cognizant of corporate soul, and every day supported, beyond the utilitarian motive, its staff.
That is the most succinct description of a positive work environment I've ever seen. Capricorn analysis in action.
Ah, explains well the unfunity. The music could have been more pleasing but for the excess volume.
Unfunity indeed!
I've purposely kept my volume down when playing in clubs because of how much it can steal pleasure. They don't seem to want pleasure though. Just filler.
It would be a great joy to work in an organization that was cognizant of corporate soul, and every day supported, beyond the utilitarian motive, its staff.
It would be good for business.
One of the scariest moments of my life was when I worked for a corporation in retail. The manager was a criminal and it trickled down. The district managers were like alien monsters. Reminded me of politicians. I wasn't myself and what it did to my behavior was the scariest thing of all.
The experience of beautiful feeling welling up within in response. I bet that would discomfort some people. :-)
This is a whole discussion. I think it's really true that people are afraid of these experiences. Studies have shown that the brain is wired in favor of negativity.
Maybe people don't trust purely beautiful sensations. or fear the end and the crash.
People flee almost every sensation, I think.
"Maybe people don't trust purely beautiful sensations. or fear the end and the crash."
Beauty has a heart that can feel sorrow. But she will dance with any brave enough to ask for joy.
Beauty has a heart that can feel sorrow. But she will dance with any brave enough to ask for joy.
There is truly one of the purest and deepest sorrows I know in beauty. I've often associated that with its fleetingness and feeling that we have to return to the flatness of the ordinary.
It certainly does take courage to embrace joy.
Beauty is such a rich and full sensation. I think it contains many emotions which is why we crave it so much. Like the spectrum all put together in light. It's also a little confusing because of this. I know beauty makes me cry sometimes and I've often wondered why. There's a longing in it and a sort of agony too.
As we get into Libra and her search for harmony, grace, symmetry, proportion, and pleasantness, I think it brings up the difference from beauty and what it is that makes things beautiful. What part the prettiness plays in this. Probably a spiritual component evoked by the 5 senses in an unexplained way.
"I think it contains many emotions which is why we crave it so much."
So right. Contains and goes beyond them.
Back to the synthesis, integration, and the whole. Beauty is a Mother!
From "Beauty" vs. "Prettiness":
Beauty, for instance, has long been associated with truth, whereas prettiness almost never is. It is prettiness, not beauty that is skin deep: a pleasing appearance, a notable absence of flaws. True beauty is always elusive and resistant to definition.
Francis Bacon said, "There is no perfect beauty without some strangeness in the proportion." But prettiness is notable for its absence of anything strange, odd or "off." As Dostoyevsky put it, "The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious ... ." Beauty alludes to something deeper or higher, darker or more luminous, while prettiness is merely visually pleasing on the surface, hence beauty is rooted in nature, while prettiness is rooted in culture.
...Buckminster Fuller, who said, "When I am working on a problem, I never think about beauty. But when I'm finished, if the solution is not beautiful, I know it is wrong."
There is no perfect beauty without some strangeness in the proportion." But prettiness is notable for its absence of anything strange, odd or "off"
Oooooh, man. This is a great one.
beauty is rooted in nature, while prettiness is rooted in culture.
Never thought of it this way. Very very interesting. I think this is so.
The truth factor I've thought about a lot, but what in the hell is that!
"Oooooh, man. This is a great one."
Yes, isn't that a good observation. It makes me feel so much better. ;-)
Yes. I think there is something odd about juxtapositions in beauty that throw off the perceptions slightly. The trickster.
The unpredictable is paramount. I search for this in my music.
It makes me feel so much better. ;-)
Oh? Are you some kind of oddball? You and beauty.
"The truth factor I've thought about a lot, but what in the hell is that!"
Whoever he is, if he's associated with her, he's prolly a bit unique himself. I think that some confuse him with the twins, Conformity and Familiarity.
Beauty is startling.
Beauty is startling.
Excellent!!!
They use the word 'stunning'.
"Oh? Are you some kind of oddball? You and beauty."
I dunno about me; I have all those conjunctions and that supposedly means I lack perspective on myself. But it makes beauty sound more attainable. I would be so bored by unquirky friends.
I wrote: "I think that some confuse him with the twins, Conformity and Familiarity."
But up close, he looks nothing like them.
would be so bored by unquirky friends..
Is there such a thing in your dimension?
It takes a quirk to know a quirk.
A bonnie quirk.
The word quirk is so quirky that the origin is 'uncertain'.
a peculiarity
It's a perfect word and I wonder how it did arrive. some sort of colloquialism.
I think that some confuse him with the twins, Conformity and Familiarity.
Yes. Some do get confused.
"would be so bored by unquirky friends."
"Is there such a thing in your dimension?"
Oh, in New York City? Hmmm...Good point.
"It takes a quirk to know a quirk.
A bonnie quirk."
On the other hand, if everyone's quirky, then will it still be special anymore? I hope so.
"It's a perfect word and I wonder how it did arrive."
Aha, origin unknown. Therefore, it had to have been by a "quirk of fate".
"I think that some confuse him with the twins, Conformity and Familiarity."
"Yes. Some do get confused."
Because of the golden hair, but some suspect that C. & F. get their hair lightened and highlighted at the hair salon.
Truth is taller, though, with an unusual face. He has a t-shirt that reads "Know yourself..." on the front, and "...Question everything" on the back.
"I wonder if beauty is lonely, because it isn't seen often."
Unlike her sister, Prettiness, Beauty was unpopular in high school, but came into her own at university.
I think she does spends a lot of time alone working on her art. But whenever she unveils a new masterpiece, everyone is amazed.
"every now and then I would see the beauty in gray, dirty, streets with low hanging wires and dust/mud covered trucks. I could see it for several seconds, then loose it. Or forget."
Reminds me of the Chinese proverb: A child looks at a mountain and sees a mountain, an adult looks at a mountain and sees many things, a sage looks at a mountain and sees a mountain.
Hey! It occurs to me that the story of the tortoise and the hare is very taoist, with its doing by not-doing paradoxical flavor.
Tao Te Ching:
The heavy is the root of the light;
The still is the master of unrest.
Therefore the sage, traveling all day,
Does not lose sight of his baggage.
Though there are beautiful things to be seen,
He remains unattached and calm.
Why should the lord of ten thousand chariots act lightly in public?
To be light is to lose one's root.
To be restless is to lose one's control [mastery].
And: "He who knows that enough is enough will always have enough." (Alternatively: "To know enough's enough is enough to know."
On the other hand, if everyone's quirky, then will it still be special anymore? I hope so.
This is a constant puzzle for me. How much rarity does it take for something to have special value?
kj's right. The loneliness of beauty not being seen often.
To be restless is to lose one's control [mastery].
Great great one, Kad. How do we "control" the restlesness.
Though there are beautiful things to be seen,
He remains unattached and calm.
The ideal I'm seeking.
It occurs to me that the story of the tortoise and the hare is very taoist, with its doing by not-doing paradoxical flavor.
One of my all time favorite topics. Already have the post written on this. Coming shortly.
'How do we "control" the restlesness.'
Apparently, by rooting oneself into something deeper than culture. For Beauty, this is Nature.
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Beauty alludes to something deeper or higher, darker or more luminous, while prettiness is merely visually pleasing on the surface, hence beauty is rooted in nature, while prettiness is rooted in culture.
Is beauty also rooted in human nature?
"Is beauty also rooted in human nature?"
I think so. Or at least, one can plant the seeds.
I suppose it depends on what one means by nature there. It probably comes down to perception. There is really nothing separate from Nature.
So how does the cultural development create such problematic digression. Such uncomfortable artificiality?
Nature comes from born.
Innate characteristics. So society must be in its natural state at the moment.
Maybe the natural human is in competition for survival with others, elements in the environment and so on.
So the competetive behavior creates breakdown in harmony. Or we create harmony in between when we can. So the whole system actually works and we just pick our slot.
"So society must be in its natural state at the moment."
Or one of its natural states. I imagine there are alternative paths our civilization could have followed -- some more consciously reflecting awareness of truth, harmony, beauty.
Human beings are evolving, and our basic forms of competition and of Arian conditions represent early stages of evolution. I suppose these will evolve to higher forms of competition. As play becomes game, as rules are introduced and goals are established.
I believe there can be, and likely will be, greater harmony within civilization than the world has yet known...in time.
I agree with all of this.
What's interesting is that I think there are people programmed to "spearhead" this harmony. As they are programmed to harmonize their inner conflicts to some extent.
As play becomes game, as rules are introduced and goals are established
Yes. Some of this might occur as Pluto transits Capricorn.
As anarchical as I am, when I play, I love the rules of the game theoretically. I like strategy and intelligence. And a dignified goal.
"So the competetive behavior creates breakdown in harmony. Or we create harmony in between when we can. So the whole system actually works and we just pick our slot."
Well, I have heard some talk about how there are simple forms of harmony, and then there are more complex forms of harmony that can emerge. Perhaps analogous to prettiness vs. beauty in this discussion. Beauty is sometimes the odd, ugly duckling who grows up to be a swan.
"What's interesting is that I think there are people programmed to "spearhead" this harmony. As they are programmed to harmonize their inner conflicts to some extent."
Yes.
It can be a bit tough for some. I, for one, felt like an odd duck, or a changeling, in my family of origin.
Metaphorically speaking, I think Beauty keeps an open heart, hence my talk of sorrow and joy in reply to why people might fear/mistrust her.
I believe primarily in equilibrium and I think it is the most powerful force in the situation. So the harmony and conflict neutralize each other. I think harmony comes automatically when needed.
I've never been entirely sure about equilibrium. In close range, I think so. But sometimes I suspect the larger game is naturally biased a bit towards growth and development. It's hard to see that far.
That would be good.
Yes. Hard to see 'that' far.
It comes back to polarity.
Maybe in that big picture the growth is a balancing of the past. Then we go back to a sort of stasis, and then growth again.
What perplexes me, is that I see a growth cycle in humanity at the moment while others mostly are perceiving a destructive phase.
Driving me nuts!
"Maybe in that big picture the growth is a balancing of the past."
That is a pleasing symmetry.
I wonder what we mean by balance. Some people talk of dynamic balance as opposed to static balance.
When I was young, I came across ideas such as if there's good then there must be evil, God therefore Satan. A character in one lurid horror novel I found in my aunt's place implied that good was balanced by an equal amount of evil. Action and reaction. But I had the thought that balance and imbalance aren't really things that could be in balance with each other. Probably they aren't things at all. It seemed nonsensical on some level to imply that balance itself (assuming that idealized concept) needs to be balanced.
Later, it seemed to me that awareness of cycles, as in Nature, shows the way out from that mental trap. We are given the experience of gain and loss, but we see that there are seasons. There is continuity, there is renewal. We learn the preciousness of existence.
"What perplexes me, is that I see a growth cycle in humanity at the moment while others mostly are perceiving a destructive phase.
Driving me nuts!"
LOL....I guess that people are being forced to grapple, as the world grows smaller from overpopulation, with their limited repetoire for thinking, emoting and feeling. People must expand their beingness to solve problems, and the current phase is just part of the picture. Destructiveness is an aspect of creativity. The movement of the universe is forward to what comes and after; not at all conservative.
But I had the thought that balance and imbalance aren't really things that could be in balance with each other.
Interesting idea. And the thought that all things might not have the equal opposite, although I tend to believe they do. Your view is more of a stretch.
I do belive in continuity.
It really doesn't matter about equal and opposite anyway, since we are in one or another and seeking something else all the time.
guess that people are being forced to grapple, as the world grows smaller from overpopulation
This right here for example. I don't buy this overpopulation theory. I think it's a problem of distribution. Something always controls the number of people on earth, but we have yet to learn how to live in community effectively.
The movement of the universe is forward to what comes and after; not at all conservative.
At any moment, there is creation, destruction, AND conservation going on. The beautiful whole.
There has to be some conservative force to hold things together as the progress unfolds. We all have differnet jobs in this scheme.
Speaking of progress, I've got to go and get some lettuce. Be back in a sec. We are getting into some beloved territory for me.
"I don't buy this overpopulation theory. I think it's a problem of distribution."
Well, I don't take the terminology too strictly. The thing is, problems evolve into solutions.
Also, where does it stop? People leave less room for other species, unless we start mostly living in tall megacities and underwater/underground, or move off planet. And maybe that will all happen, too.
"At any moment, there is creation, destruction, AND conservation going on. The beautiful whole."
Yeppers!
"There has to be some conservative force to hold things together as the progress unfolds. We all have differnet jobs in this scheme."
I find some appeal in the Hindu's concept of Creator, Preserver, and Destroyer.
"Speaking of progress, I've got to go and get some lettuce. Be back in a sec. We are getting into some beloved territory for me."
I'm going to get some dinner. It'll be either fish or fowl.
"And the thought that all things might not have the equal opposite, although I tend to believe they do. Your view is more of a stretch."
I blame it on the conjunctions and stelliums. ;-) I don't identify entirely with one side of things. It brings out a different emphasis, probably also coded in my DNA.
I simply think our cultural perspective is limited, and maybe our divided brain hemispheres have something to do with it.
A taoist view would say something like that the infinite diversity comes from some basic dualism or polarity, which in turn comes from singularity, the boundless state or formless void.
Neptunean reality has been called either infinitely dimensioned or nondimensioned.
I wrote: "some basic dualism or polarity"
And there, the taiji is not conceptualized as pure types that are opposed. Each opposing and complementary quality contains something of the other. In the state of taiji, they are in union, embracing the other. It represents dynamic equilibrium.
The thing is, problems evolve into solutions.
My number 1 dictum of life.
It'll be either fish or fowl.
LOL!!!
I find some appeal in the Hindu's concept of Creator, Preserver, and Destroyer.
Moi aussie.
I blame it on the conjunctions and stelliums. ;-) I don't identify entirely with one side of things. It brings out a different emphasis, probably also coded in my DNA.
Very very good point. That's maybe why integration appeals to you so much. I'm sure of it. I have one helluva(n) opposition in my chart.
Each opposing and complementary quality contains something of the other. In the state of taiji, they are in union, embracing the other. It represents dynamic equilibrium.
And the division is the contrast that makes awareness, distinction.
There is a theory that the racial and ethnic divisions in humanity are there as a way to perceive the commonality ultimately.
The whole concept that the human race is in dark times, the earth is being destroyed, and that the ruling elite are going to crush the common man is business as usual. These fears are always around. Economic collapse too. Always around the bend.
I believe in the continuum. And the one fact of life...man's genius and inventiveness. This has always solved his problems, albeit temporarily. Also it has gotten him into jams.
But I sense that the DNA has this mechanism for survival. The creative gene. Nothing can stop it. Even man, himself.
What I think we might be seeing is some rapid advances in the near future.
8:51
It absolutely astounds me that all the experts who predict doom are completely ignoring the force of survival.
"I have one helluva(n) opposition in my chart."
Heheheheh...Is that meant to sound more like "heaven" or "hell-lovin'" -- or both?
I guess that you desire relationships/interactions that are unusual and stimulating.
"There is a theory that the racial and ethnic divisions in humanity are there as a way to perceive the commonality ultimately."
That always makes me think of the Dr. Seuss parable about the star-bellied Sneetches and the plain-bellied Sneetches. My godkids have that on video. They have a little yellow birdlike toy, which resembled the Sneetches, so after we watched the video, I cut out star shapes from blue masking tape. We amused ourselves for a bit with the bird toy and our own bellies.
I had dinner once with a woman who said that she sometimes wondered what the world would have been like if everyone was the same color. She said that she had grown up "colorblind" to race, and she didn't really think about her first boyfriend being Native American until other people pointed it out to her.
I thought that people would just find other small differences to magnify even more trivial than those associated with race and ethnicity.
Suffice it to say that we'd all learn less were we homogenous. It might be harder to escape the narcissism of small differences. The wisdom we learn and earn from engaging deeply with our challenges is very precious.
"These fears are always around. Economic collapse too. Always around the bend."
I've always noticed that if my vague intuition whispers, "Naaahhh..", then it doesn't matter how gloriously technicolor are other people's predictions of doom.
They're entertaining and dramatic storytelling, like disaster movies. A form of hypnosis. Just not my kind of story at present.
My inclination is to believe that there won't be economic collapse on a scale that would truly threaten civilization.
The only disasters of note outside my own personal life that I've fore-sensed in any form were the death of the Towers (I think I told you about that before), and that big tsunami a couple of years back.
An interfaith minister told me that her young son questioned the existence of God after the towers fell. I dunno about someone else's concept of "God", but I saw continuity there, too, the spirits of the deceased going home.
If there's going to be a disaster, and I happen to be caught in the midst of the struggle to survive, well, then, I assume that I'm where I'm supposed to be and doing what I ought to do, anyway. :-)
I think some people need the drama to get moving in life, though. So we have to leave them to it, for the most part, unless they're really unhappy about it and they ask for help.
"But I sense that the DNA has this mechanism for survival. The creative gene. Nothing can stop it. Even man, himself."
I absolutely agree. The impulse for fulfillment, or something analogous or prototypical, is in every particle of energy.
Some verse I wrote in my wayward youth:
Night Thoughts
I.
I push against the world--
and it turns--
the stars spin--
the wind blows--
the sea shakes.
What am I?
Desire.
II.
The night coils
warm around me
like a snake
making
hot shadows
in the sand.
I make footprints
and pretend.
III.
Infinity calls me again tonight.
I hear two worlds singing.
I hurt to stay, I hurt to go.
Then, from shadowed depths
I see you make stars.
IV.
The moment drops
like dew
into the pool of time.
Eternity widens, deepens.
Who looks in time
finds himself.
I just got through fixing the flapper in my toilet and this!
Heheheheh...Is that meant to sound more like "heaven" or "hell-lovin'" -- or both?
Hell-lovin does fit the sound of it.
I thought that people would just find other small differences to magnify even more trivial than those associated with race and ethnicity.
Most definitely.
The separation isn't intrinsically bad. I don't know why it gets so emotionally out of control.
I think, though, it might go back to prehstoric times when strangers could have been perceived as threats to survival and this primordial memory remains. It should be going vestigial though by now, I would think.
Suffice it to say that we'd all learn less were we homogenous. It might be harder to escape the narcissism of small differences.
Well said.
They're entertaining and dramatic storytelling, like disaster movies. A form of hypnosis. Just not my kind of story at present.
Again, well said. I like a levelheaded fellow.
If there's going to be a disaster, and I happen to be caught in the midst of the struggle to survive, well, then, I assume that I'm where I'm supposed to be and doing what I ought to do, anyway. :-)
Of course. Running from them is running from life.
beautiful poem, Kadi. I love it when you post your verse. Please continue. Remember your first comment here? You wowed the crowd.
The Towers collapsing were very symbolic. I don't grieve for the dead, only the living. After experiencing another's death alone in a room, I will never be the same. It is probably the best experience we have. The feeling of ultimate release. And I am convinced that everyone who dies, is ready at that moment.
The Towers came down as this country was reborn according to the chart. Exactly. So a new identity has emerged but since it is so young, we are adjusting and feeling pain. An outmoded behavioral pattern went down with the Towers, and I have complete confidence that we are better off now. It will take time to get on our feet again.
"it might go back to prehstoric times when strangers could have been perceived as threats to survival and this primordial memory remains. It should be going vestigial though by now, I would think."
Yes, I thought so, too. Some people inherit the staring into the darkness thing, looking for wild animal eyes, reflecting the firelight.
And it is going. The rougher gene variants get weeded out over time. As humans have domesticated the dog, so too society has been domesticating itself. It's hard to recognize unless one looks back over decades or centuries.
I have a professor friend who is really cynical about the human species. I had him take a political orientation survey, and the results indicated that he was much more leftist than I am. (I am still left of center on the horizontal axis.) He was surprised though, because the vertical axis showed that I was a bit more pragmatic than he: He tends to accuse me of being an optimist, to which I usually respond, "No, I'm a different kind of realist. I see what is, and so I can tell you what is possible and within your grasp, should you truly desire it. But I can't assume that people will always get it or take it seriously enough to do it."
"I love it when you post your verse. Please continue."
I'm glad you're pleased.
I haven't usually done poetry. Maybe I'm more visual. There has to be spontaneity and desire, and an intense sensing, a fine and exquisite state of dynamic balance.
It's an interesting process to let and observe something well up from hidden places and to translate it into images, feelings, and words. Our conscious personalities, too, well up from the hidden places of the psyche. Transformation.
I have greatly enjoyed your poems, too, those times you posted them.
As humans have domesticated the dog, so too society has been domesticating itself.
HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!
ROFL!!! Ha ha ha !!!!
Woof.
We should have a howl fest one moonlit night. Aaaawoooooooooooooooo....!
was a bit more pragmatic than he: He tends to accuse me of being an optimist, to which I usually respond, "No, I'm a different kind of realist
Moon/Jupiter people are huge optimists and I think the pragmatism is exactly why. Reality leaves no choice but to see the possibility.
Your poetry is very very good.
I am a bit insecure about posting because most of mine are songs which are different and I feel they don't read well without the music. Perhaps I'm wrong.
Well, no pressure. :-) I liked the ones from you that I saw, and I imagined that to music they'd sound fantastic.
Thank you, Kad. Good reminder.
Fear dog. In dog we trust.
I remember a graphic design teacher telling us of a time when he went to some outdoorsy event. There was some scene where people in a group were asked to playact. He was asked to play a dog. At first, he thought, A dog?!? But, he got into it, running around, rolling, trying to bite legs, and making all kinds of dog noises. (At least, that's all he said he made.) He must have really gotten in character and let the animal out. Afterwards, a friend of his seemed a little distant and weirded out. He pressed him for an explanation, and the guy said that he just didn't know if he could be friends with, well, a dog.
In dog we trust.
I was a duck once in an acting class and it was hilarious.
It's a fantastic experience to do this. I must start my acting lessons again, and the tap dance I've been wanting to learn.
I've thought about learning more of dance, too. Not tap dance, though it looks impressive. I saw a neat clip yesterday of some say a kind of perfection.
Mmmm...the kinds of animals for which we feel affinities. I think I like bird and cat (big and small) types.
I've dogged my godkid.
I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm signing up!
OMIGOD!!!!!!
I like horses, orangutans, elephants.
Are you graceful?
I'm a huge Fred Astaire fan.
We should have a howl fest one moonlit night. Aaaawoooooooooooooooo
Excellent howl. We could use you for our Halloween fest.
Are you graceful?
I don't know. I know next to nothing of dance in a formal sense.
When I was at my best friend's wedding reception, I sat with his coworkers. The woman next to me had come unpartnered. The first dance was a slow waltz.
I looked at the couples joining the wedding couple on the floor, and I looked at the rapt expression of the woman next to me. So I asked her if she'd like to dance.
She had to talk me through the steps, but once we got into the swing of it, she kept exclaiming in quiet surprise how "smooth" it felt to dance with me.
I put some of it down to the practice of tai chi forms. (Not a bad exercise at all: Tai chi burns as many calories as surfing, and nearly as much as downhill skiing.) I probably inherited good kinesthetic/proprioceptive sense. I believe internal body senses are a supportive ground to skill in representational visual arts. We feel what we see. People looking at sculpture, particularly, unconsciously adjust their postures as they respond to sculpture.
I believe internal body senses are a supportive ground to skill in representational visual arts. We feel what we see. People looking at sculpture, particularly, unconsciously adjust their postures as they respond to sculpture.
e feel all the sensory input, I think to know how to react.
This is fascinating. I wonder why the imitation? This one really intrigues me. I know people always pick up on others' words and use then right away.
This is fascinating. I wonder why the imitation?
It has to do with learning. It lets us understand the movements and intention of others. Some wonder if it is connected in some way to the evolution of language.
You may know that scientists talk of "mirror neurons". One person called them "empathy neurons" or "Dalai Lama neurons".
Empathy allows us to learn as children do. Empathy gives awareness of emotional realities as they move in the self and in other people, the potential to understand things by merging or identifying briefly with them, as children imaginatively, playfully, and naturally do to learn about things.
I feel that there is more of the body behind human thought than is commonly recognized. Most people don't really think purely rationally. They have nonrational opinions and attitudes, and then they justify them afterwards. Without clear emotions and an open heart that is receptive to finer energies, people develop limiting systems of thought that at worst are inhumane and at least close off human potential. They become legalistic, and create rules or laws that are uninformed by love and compassion. As the forms of art emerge from mysterious being, so too do our ideas, and the wellsprings of the boundless will never run dry. The drinking, though, is up to us.
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