Where was I?
Sometimes I wake from an unwanted slumber as I knew the slumber not. No dreaming, no feeling, nowhere to claim. The event is cataloged as lost time. Lost in that I wonder where I had placed myself. How did I get here? Was I here all along? In going to my slumber region, I verify that it has not been visited as all is as it was. No life entered nor departed. How then did time pass unnoticed and untouched in the unlived? Yes I realize unlived is not a word, but how can I state a state where there is no recall of time nor events?
The head bows and ponders while waking in unwalked hallways whose dust is not disturbed. ~ Arachne ~ Jan 30, 2012 @ 11:36 p.m. EST
Monday, January 30, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
The Ideal Man...
"If I were to speak your kind of language, I would say that man's only moral commandment is: Thou shalt think. But a 'moral commandment' is a contradiction in terms. The moral is the chosen, not the forced; the understood, not the obeyed. The moral is the rational, and reason accepts no commandments." ~ Ayn Rand
It was love at first sight. She eyed him in the trolley and noted that he was getting off at the same stop as she. Being an extra on the set, she made sure that she got in his way so that he stepped on her foot and noticed her. She was noticed, but it wasn’t until she met him again at the library that they became an item. She was his IDEAL man long before she met him, therefore, once her sights were on him, she made it her business to get him. Her mind conjured images of what the ideal man looked like long before she met Frank. Perhaps that he why his portrait was used as the image of John Galt. There was attraction between Ayn and Frank O’Conner and that may be why she married him and loved him until the day that he died. It is my belief, based on viewed interviews, that when he died, he took a part of her as he was part of her and her selfishness. Maybe she did not see the altruistic side of her selfishness in regard to him. Maybe she left that out of her philosophy and maybe she didn’t.
Unfortunately for Frank, however, he was not on her level mentally. Therefore, when she had an affair with a young psychologist (Nathaniel Branden), she had it with his knowledge and his understanding. Did she love the man who offered her mental and sexual stimulation? She did not love him as she loved her husband. Her husband was first and foremost. She even had her “lover” come and hang out with her and her husband. In a small way, she reminds me of Emma Goldman in relation to having an affair with both Sasha (Alexander Berkman) and Fedya (Modest Stein) while living with both of them at the same time. The men were almost polar opposites. Tis an odd thing.
Anyway, I am no Ayn Rand nor Emma Goldman, but I can understand where these women were coming from in their love life. I can’t say that I think with my pussy nor do I think that those women did either. Mary Shelley created Frankenstein didn’t she? Could it be that her dreams were filled with the making of an ideal man while knowing full well that one should be careful of what one wishes for (the monster)?
What I would like to know is why can’t one have their cake and eat it too? Why can’t that deep passionate love I feel for someone who is a love at first sight (like Rand) also have the captivating mentality I so desire? I WANT to have my cake and eat it too! I don’t want to have to have two people to satisfy one me. Yup. That is the way it is. ~ January 16, 2012 @ 8:46 p.m. EST
Post Script: As Nathaniel was married at the time of the affair, he had the permission of his wife, Barbara, to do so. Barbara also was hanging out at the Rand/O'Conner household during that time.
It was love at first sight. She eyed him in the trolley and noted that he was getting off at the same stop as she. Being an extra on the set, she made sure that she got in his way so that he stepped on her foot and noticed her. She was noticed, but it wasn’t until she met him again at the library that they became an item. She was his IDEAL man long before she met him, therefore, once her sights were on him, she made it her business to get him. Her mind conjured images of what the ideal man looked like long before she met Frank. Perhaps that he why his portrait was used as the image of John Galt. There was attraction between Ayn and Frank O’Conner and that may be why she married him and loved him until the day that he died. It is my belief, based on viewed interviews, that when he died, he took a part of her as he was part of her and her selfishness. Maybe she did not see the altruistic side of her selfishness in regard to him. Maybe she left that out of her philosophy and maybe she didn’t.
Unfortunately for Frank, however, he was not on her level mentally. Therefore, when she had an affair with a young psychologist (Nathaniel Branden), she had it with his knowledge and his understanding. Did she love the man who offered her mental and sexual stimulation? She did not love him as she loved her husband. Her husband was first and foremost. She even had her “lover” come and hang out with her and her husband. In a small way, she reminds me of Emma Goldman in relation to having an affair with both Sasha (Alexander Berkman) and Fedya (Modest Stein) while living with both of them at the same time. The men were almost polar opposites. Tis an odd thing.
Anyway, I am no Ayn Rand nor Emma Goldman, but I can understand where these women were coming from in their love life. I can’t say that I think with my pussy nor do I think that those women did either. Mary Shelley created Frankenstein didn’t she? Could it be that her dreams were filled with the making of an ideal man while knowing full well that one should be careful of what one wishes for (the monster)?
What I would like to know is why can’t one have their cake and eat it too? Why can’t that deep passionate love I feel for someone who is a love at first sight (like Rand) also have the captivating mentality I so desire? I WANT to have my cake and eat it too! I don’t want to have to have two people to satisfy one me. Yup. That is the way it is. ~ January 16, 2012 @ 8:46 p.m. EST
Post Script: As Nathaniel was married at the time of the affair, he had the permission of his wife, Barbara, to do so. Barbara also was hanging out at the Rand/O'Conner household during that time.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Tonight's Thoughts...
Living life is shockingly electric. The vibrations play out like music, but isn’t life a dance? Are we not sometimes alone and thrashing about in a mosh pit and other times waltzing slowly in our partner’s arms?
Exotic, toxic, lipstick and a kiss...
Misses and falls
Hoops and balls
This life is bliss
Remembered, tempered, twinkle in an eye...
Speckled and bedazzled
Opened and not frazzled
Parted lips make a sigh
I am yours for the taking as it is my will. However, my will may change without need for witnesses, right mind, nor a signature. Tis but only an allowance which is an unspoken revokable contract.
Broken is not the token
Ill clad in garb which may be garbage
Gold to hold that which cannot be
Can’t you see
Can’t you see
Seeing past me into a wall
No, no. I am not there at all
Not seen by any means
Not seen at all
I see though
I see the stare and its blank slate
Chalk it up to something
Alas, who shall write on the bored (no spelling mistake)? ~ Thursday, January 12, 2012 at 11:36pm EST
Exotic, toxic, lipstick and a kiss...
Misses and falls
Hoops and balls
This life is bliss
Remembered, tempered, twinkle in an eye...
Speckled and bedazzled
Opened and not frazzled
Parted lips make a sigh
I am yours for the taking as it is my will. However, my will may change without need for witnesses, right mind, nor a signature. Tis but only an allowance which is an unspoken revokable contract.
Broken is not the token
Ill clad in garb which may be garbage
Gold to hold that which cannot be
Can’t you see
Can’t you see
Seeing past me into a wall
No, no. I am not there at all
Not seen by any means
Not seen at all
I see though
I see the stare and its blank slate
Chalk it up to something
Alas, who shall write on the bored (no spelling mistake)? ~ Thursday, January 12, 2012 at 11:36pm EST
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Silence in Noise
There is more silence in noise. Silence speaks loudly!
Noise: That which keeps individuals locked in a non-communicative fashion. It is the thing that deadens the mind and leaves the look of a codfish on the faces of those locked into the mundane.
*Staring at the screen watching actions play about takes away from the living of life. The exploratory nature of the mind ceases as it is fed that which lacks substance. What substances can be had is created in the imagination where the creator takes the reigns and develops whatever story(ies) his/her mind holds.
Silence: That which allows for a dialogue. It is the thing that can convey thought into words or into diagram(s)/pictures/paintings/designs that can be shared and discussed. **Silence allows for speaking loudly even when the idea spoken of is nothing more than a whisper.
Where is my forum of minds? ~ December 29, 2011 @ 2:05 am EST
*Based on repeated observation and attempted interaction while another is/others are hooked into the boob tube or their phone. **Based on repeated observation and attempted interaction while another is/others are not hooked into the boob tube or their phone.
This was found based on the query of “get unplugged.” I slightly edited it from its original form.
It's an epidemic. It can strike anyone. It begins harmlessly enough... maybe with a cell phone, an online social network profile, or an IM. But before long, the electronic screens invade every corner of your life.
There's a name for this tragic and extremely annoying condition: Screen Addiction.
But there is hope. Send an intervention to someone you care about! Help them take the first step towards recovery.
Send an Intervention Email to your screen-addicted friend!
Dear friend:
I'm sending this letter because:
1 - I care.
2 - it’s getting annoying.
3 - I’m not sure you’re still alive.
4 - I know what it’s like.
5 - you’re creeping me out, dude.
This is an intervention. It's time to admit you have a problem. You're addicted to:
1 - your television.
2 - your cell phone.
3 - your computer.
4 - updating your Facebook profile.
5 - instant messaging.
6 - texting.
7 - video games.
8 - downloading ringtones.
9 - Tweeting.
I'm worried you're going to:
1 - become an LOL cat lady.
2 - develop enormous thumbs.
3 - become a zombie.
4 - forget how to say words out loud.
5 - legally change your name to FerretLvr83.
When was the last time you:
1 - saw the sun?
2 - laughed out loud instead of LOLed?
3 - let a text message sit for 5 minutes?
4 - asked a human instead of asking Google?
5 - saw an uncaptioned cat?
6 - did something not involving a screen?
I miss you. The world misses you. You need help. Watch this video. Join a Meetup or something. Please.
1 - Sincerely,
2 - Yours truly,
3 - Worried,
4 - Totally annoyed,
5 - Exasperatedly yours,
6 - Your friend (remember me?),
7 - With love,
Noise: That which keeps individuals locked in a non-communicative fashion. It is the thing that deadens the mind and leaves the look of a codfish on the faces of those locked into the mundane.
*Staring at the screen watching actions play about takes away from the living of life. The exploratory nature of the mind ceases as it is fed that which lacks substance. What substances can be had is created in the imagination where the creator takes the reigns and develops whatever story(ies) his/her mind holds.
Silence: That which allows for a dialogue. It is the thing that can convey thought into words or into diagram(s)/pictures/paintings/designs that can be shared and discussed. **Silence allows for speaking loudly even when the idea spoken of is nothing more than a whisper.
Where is my forum of minds? ~ December 29, 2011 @ 2:05 am EST
*Based on repeated observation and attempted interaction while another is/others are hooked into the boob tube or their phone. **Based on repeated observation and attempted interaction while another is/others are not hooked into the boob tube or their phone.
This was found based on the query of “get unplugged.” I slightly edited it from its original form.
It's an epidemic. It can strike anyone. It begins harmlessly enough... maybe with a cell phone, an online social network profile, or an IM. But before long, the electronic screens invade every corner of your life.
There's a name for this tragic and extremely annoying condition: Screen Addiction.
But there is hope. Send an intervention to someone you care about! Help them take the first step towards recovery.
Send an Intervention Email to your screen-addicted friend!
Dear friend:
I'm sending this letter because:
1 - I care.
2 - it’s getting annoying.
3 - I’m not sure you’re still alive.
4 - I know what it’s like.
5 - you’re creeping me out, dude.
This is an intervention. It's time to admit you have a problem. You're addicted to:
1 - your television.
2 - your cell phone.
3 - your computer.
4 - updating your Facebook profile.
5 - instant messaging.
6 - texting.
7 - video games.
8 - downloading ringtones.
9 - Tweeting.
I'm worried you're going to:
1 - become an LOL cat lady.
2 - develop enormous thumbs.
3 - become a zombie.
4 - forget how to say words out loud.
5 - legally change your name to FerretLvr83.
When was the last time you:
1 - saw the sun?
2 - laughed out loud instead of LOLed?
3 - let a text message sit for 5 minutes?
4 - asked a human instead of asking Google?
5 - saw an uncaptioned cat?
6 - did something not involving a screen?
I miss you. The world misses you. You need help. Watch this video. Join a Meetup or something. Please.
1 - Sincerely,
2 - Yours truly,
3 - Worried,
4 - Totally annoyed,
5 - Exasperatedly yours,
6 - Your friend (remember me?),
7 - With love,
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