Hmm, designing furniture that looks like your house ;) Why not? Post pics
if you can get to finish it.
Gives me a mental picture of goign inside of building and seeing a scale
model, which is actually a functional unit - maybe storage, mabye the
Reception area, whatever. Or making a Moebius Loop building...OK, that
idea is pretty weird ;) (But it *could* also be cool...)
Another thing I've liked in some cases is old Adobes which have benches and
storage and so on actually sculpted in as part of the house itself, so it'
an organic whole.
The beach sounds good to me - bring a hibachi, some burgers, and a keg.
At least it keeps your mind off of February (the years I lived up North, I
always found Feb to be the worst month - coldest, worst weather, on top of
the fact that, by Feb, I was fed up with Winter). THis way, you have an
excuse to drink a lot of champagne ;)
Moveis - a whole 'nother topic. These days, "drama" seems to be
characterized by barely-sudible, almost sotto voce, dialogue, and *LOUD*
music/sound effects - I just about sprain my thumb from having to
constantly adjust the volume control =>:-/
I'm speaking about _true_ love though. Is it really a choice? Is there
such a thing?
Maybe it's more of an inner-dialoge?
Reminds me of a letter I wrote recently for someone. Here's a clip:
"...what if we were imperceptibly and gradually stolen from one world,
and placed into another, different world-- one that appeared the same?
Would we notice, or lose ourselves, being replaced by a reflection of
the new world and of those in it? What if we then happened by chance
upon one of our own, or vice-versa? How would we even know?"
Reminds me also of a line from The Matrix:
"Have you ever had a dream... that you were so sure was real? What if
you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the
difference between the dream world and the real world?"
How do you wake someone loved up? What if they aren't ready? What do you
do if they go for the "blue pill"?
...Unfortunately, there were times when I wasn't ready...
Maybe there's indeed something to be said about not giving up one's pursuit.
And then they're single again and saddled with children of men they
...Children of Men-- another good film.
If you're a person, then maybe you do have an intuitive, if possibly
never-provable, understanding of them.
That's what I'm talking about. Although, even there, what is true love?
I once described, to ashrink, something like what Don had emntioned re:
feelign respnisible for part of the otehr person's wlfare, and the like,
even tho' the "fires of passion" turn more to embers as a relationship
matures - and the reply I got was "It sounds like your more co-dependent,
than in love".
True love is love that endures, IMO - beypnd that, I'm not sure it can
really be defined. Or, if it can, the definition IMO is more like a
parts list, and there is that old saw about somehting being "more than
the sum of its parts".
It depends upon the person, I guess, but "inner dialogue" would probably
work in many (most?) cases.
In a sense, that is what happens a lot. You come into the world with
various abilities and talents, as well as charcteristics which will come
to influence what you enjoy, and what you dislike. As you grow, a great
deal of influence is exerted by your immediate surroundings, ebcause a
human is a combination of inborn tendencies, and extreme plasticity -
i.e., learning is vital to development.
The problem is that, all too often, that which is inborn is
ignored/rejected by other people, and a life-long process begins wherein
those other people try to replace who you were born to be, with what
*they wish* you to be. Part of it is passive, in that they only expose
you to a certain set of conditions; part of it is active, wherein they
literally punish you for being "disobediant/rebellious" fi you choose to
follow your inner voice as opposed to following their voices.
So, yes, IMO your letter well describes what happens to a great many
people during their lives.
I don't knwo what the "blue pill" is, sorry. As for the waking part, the
person has forst to *want* to realize theyr'e alseep. Second, you have
to be sure that you yourself are actualyl, so to speak, awake. IOW< we
all experience what we believe to be reality, but there is no guarantee
that someone else's reality will significantly overlap with our own, nor
I there a guarantee that, if/once realties overlap, that the state will
It's all very difficult to navigate. I have no solid answers - in a
sense, we each have to find our own Northern Star or Southern Cross, and
learn to adjust to the vagarie of our individual compasses.
Maybe th eproblem is with the very word/concept of 'pursuit'. THere is a
saying, I think it's form Zen Buddhism but nto sure, to teh effect that
happiness is a butterfly which can elude all our efforts to capture it,
yet suddely land on us if we sit still. The same could be said of love.
One problem of 'pursuit' is that it can often induce flight.
It doesn't just apply to women. I specificaly avoided gender-specific
language. But a lot fo people feel a duty to stick with bad (sometimes
horrible) marriages out of a sense of duty, ore religious guilt, or who
knows what else. They suffer, but the children also suffer.
Also, taht part abotu "saddled with children of men they don't love"
sticks in my craw, to be honest. If a person merely feels "saddeld" by
children, they ought to give them up for adoption by people who will not
force that burden onto the children, i.e. the burden of knowing they are
seen as little else than a burden.
One's love for one's child should **not** be dependent upon one's
relationship with the pther parent - first off, it takes two to tango,
so, regardlessof whetehr one felt pressured to marry and/or have sex, the
facts remain that (1) the "burdened/saddled" person was also a
participant int he creation fo the child, and (2) the child was in no way
responsible for the actions of the adults - or, as it's said, the child
"didn't ask to be born". IF the child is the result of rape, again, if
one cannot lve the child or set aside one's resentment, far better to elt
soem adopt the child who doesn't carry that baggage.
I grew up with th e burden of being seen as nothing more than a
burden/"duty", so, sorry if it sounds rude, but IMO, that attitude just
sucks dead rat winky.
I'm not familar with it.
Only to a limited extent - I have to rely heavily upon analysis, and make
up "rules" for myself (as in, observe situation A and how people behave
and expect others to behave; when sitution B occurs, observe and analyse
for similarities to situation A - if similarities exist, adapt rules for
A to B, if not similar, observe and analyse behaviors for the new
situation B). UNderstanding through analysis, not through "social
instinct" or "interpersonal intuition". Maybe better, maybe worse, I
can't say, I can only say that, for me, it's what resources I've got and
therefore, what I must work with. Which is why I point out that, esp.
given the general (obtuse?) nature of the thread, I cannto offer any
"wisdom" and certainly no advice, jsut theory based upon expereince,
observation, and analysis.
Maybe it's that butterfly landing on you.
Maybe it's recognition of yourself in another person-- a butterfly of
your wing, a bird of your feather.
Perhaps love's expressions can include co-dependence-- as a
I've heard that love is part of survival.
If true love is something that endures, then that seems to suggest that
it needs to fit with who you are-- that it needs to endure as long as
you're around. Its prerequisites seem to be a good understanding and
love of self, and of another, and relative to.
Indeed... Love appears like art. There also seems to be quite a bit of
each in each other.
Or an inner-debate: Perhaps the heart somehow knows the truth, but has
to continuously "socially-uncondition" the mind to avoid a
tragedy-of-illusion, whereby the wrong person is "loved" for the wrong
Another tragedy-of-illusion manifests itself as the women who get
augmentation-surgeries to appeal to the wrong men for them-- to appeal
to what they mistakenly believe-- via another form of illusion brought
upon by the promotion, deliberate or not, of the whims and tastes of the
media-moguls-- that it must be what "most men prefer".
Here's another part of my letter:
"How would you communicate and connect with a very rare member of your
tribe who was stolen from you, and drugged? How would you be able to
find out more about her to be sure? How could you wrest her from her
sociocultural captors to join her again for as much as and as long as
you were able?"
On the line of sci-fi again, this reminded me as I was writing it of a
Star-Trek:Voyageur episode-- one of my favourites-- where the crew were
kidnapped, drugged, and placed in, and oblivious to, completely new
If memory serves, it was a tall order to rescue them (they didn't want
to be rescued, so far-gone they were), and the attempt nearly failed.
The blue pill is a metaphor for the failure in helping someone decide to
To me, the media is a metaphor for elements of what the matrix is in The
Matrix. Those of the "mainstream" media and other "power-brokers"
Ironically enough, someone who I've thought about with regard to this
post, did a thesis on a branch of the media, and I'm going to try to
obtain a copy.
As you can figure, there are forms of reality that I'm ok with, and
others that I'm against.
Assuming our stars and crosses are actually where we _think_ they are.
> One problem of 'pursuit' is that it can often induce flight.
I met a girl with butterfly wings...
And I ripped them off because I wanted her to stay
(still don't know why I did that...)
Now she's just like a dead bird, lying on the street.
...When the home-made paper wings didn't work,
She gave me a picture of angels that had white silk wings...
I got the idea, and pushed her down the cliff...
She hit the ground and died.
I was hoping to see her fly away, with the brand-new white wings,
But I didn't see anything.
She was just like a dead bird lying on the street.
Maybe I was wrong...
Maybe she just wanted to show me a pretty picture of angel wings...
-- "I Met A Girl With Butterfly Wings"
Sure, but despite the doors being sometimes closed and the lights out,
there seem to be mysterious shadows in the dark. The building seems
unfit for a real occupant, despite other indications to the contrary.
I feel a sense of general soundness of structure, but wonder about how
that might be affected over the long term, given its general state of
curious neglect and ongoing retrofits.
In that building in particular, or favourite buildings in general?
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