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"We talk about being able 'to control ourselves,' but self-control is a rare and remarkable virtue. We may think we have ourselves under control; yet a friend can easily tell us things about ourselves of which we have no knowledge." - Jung
What is it about time-lapsed cloud movement that tears me apart?
The vampire bat drinks blood, yes, though moves so slowly and carefully that his prey, often a sleeping cow, never notices it is being accessed.
No one would save up to have a surgery to unnecessarily remove a lung, in order to disable himself, though many people use large portions of their paychecks to facilitate a habit that leads to a similar outcome.
There are those at the pool who dive in without testing the temperature, like myself, while others gradually submerge, growing accustomed to the water as they descend the steps, prolonging the inevitable.
A film trick in comedy is to speed up the scene, in turn making the characters seem more delirious and chaotic.
Often disasters are recalled in slow motion; an expensive vase shattering, a car spinning out of control on black ice. Timing is everything.
I ridiculously try to piece things together, force them to make sense, but they sit as comfortably as Barbie on her motorcycle.
Fools rush in. Life is too short. Stop to smell yr rosebuds while ye may. Patience is a virtue. Carpe the diem while the iron is hot.
And what constitutes carpeing the diem? If it is silently and harshly judging people from the window of my ratty Toyota, then I have done so today in the back-to-school traffic. Shopping class supplies and new shoes. A's feet are now bigger than mine. He is so proud. Keep growing child, o, the errands I have in store for you.
An industrious and semi-relaxing weekend. There was an arresting movie at the Paramount, running around a fountain, climbing on stuff, skipping down Congress, many laundries and a quick and chatterly visit to a long lost friend who's next door neighbor's new baby tried three time to nurse from me, twice waiting for a few seconds and then lunging at a breast as though she could catch me unawares. I have a counter move, where I turn and give her my shoulder instead. She furrows her brow, foiled again. Breastfed babies got no pride.
My littles sleep now, their clothes laid out for tomorrow. The apartment is rarely clean, my book is delicious, and the wine is well deserved. Praise be.
What is it about time-lapsed cloud movement that tears me apart?
The vampire bat drinks blood, yes, though moves so slowly and carefully that his prey, often a sleeping cow, never notices it is being accessed.
No one would save up to have a surgery to unnecessarily remove a lung, in order to disable himself, though many people use large portions of their paychecks to facilitate a habit that leads to a similar outcome.
There are those at the pool who dive in without testing the temperature, like myself, while others gradually submerge, growing accustomed to the water as they descend the steps, prolonging the inevitable.
A film trick in comedy is to speed up the scene, in turn making the characters seem more delirious and chaotic.
Often disasters are recalled in slow motion; an expensive vase shattering, a car spinning out of control on black ice. Timing is everything.
I ridiculously try to piece things together, force them to make sense, but they sit as comfortably as Barbie on her motorcycle.
Fools rush in. Life is too short. Stop to smell yr rosebuds while ye may. Patience is a virtue. Carpe the diem while the iron is hot.
And what constitutes carpeing the diem? If it is silently and harshly judging people from the window of my ratty Toyota, then I have done so today in the back-to-school traffic. Shopping class supplies and new shoes. A's feet are now bigger than mine. He is so proud. Keep growing child, o, the errands I have in store for you.
An industrious and semi-relaxing weekend. There was an arresting movie at the Paramount, running around a fountain, climbing on stuff, skipping down Congress, many laundries and a quick and chatterly visit to a long lost friend who's next door neighbor's new baby tried three time to nurse from me, twice waiting for a few seconds and then lunging at a breast as though she could catch me unawares. I have a counter move, where I turn and give her my shoulder instead. She furrows her brow, foiled again. Breastfed babies got no pride.
My littles sleep now, their clothes laid out for tomorrow. The apartment is rarely clean, my book is delicious, and the wine is well deserved. Praise be.
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Date: 2008-08-25 04:42 am (UTC)There was a thing on "The Infinite Mind" a while back about people who have severe perceptual disorders regarding time. You ought to give it a listen if you get a chance.
I think it's just being extra sensitive. You have a cross sensory translative capacity. Lots of good poets and artists have it.
Van Gogh for example.
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Date: 2008-08-25 05:30 am (UTC)the clouds moving so quickly is shocking to me and they are definitely personified. i cry for some reason. and there is a relief involved, almost happy tears. i don't even know what i'm trying to explain or understand. :(
hmmm, VanGogh didn't know how to act right.
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Date: 2008-08-25 06:32 am (UTC)I think the Don MacLean song, "Starry, Starry Night" conveyed some of that, especially the end lines.
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Date: 2008-08-25 05:11 am (UTC)humans, too.
I saw somebody the other night calling those cigarette
girls on 6th Street "cancer faeries".
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Date: 2008-08-25 05:32 am (UTC)i snark at my smoker frinz at work, gettin they cancer awn.
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Date: 2008-08-25 07:14 am (UTC)in the Amazon lost like a score of people due to
rabies from the bats. It's not uncommon, as Google
shows me.
I used to be all, "omg if we're gonna build a life
together, i don't wanna see you die of cancer."
But just recently, I realised that, given the fact
all the online life-expectancy calculators tell me
I'm going to die at 54 (I gained two years when I
got fat, and stopped exercising, leaving the house,
and working!) that's not really a valid excuse for
why I don't like smoking. Now I just have to say,
"Don't rub your nicotine fingertips all over my
paper-thin skin!"
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Date: 2008-08-25 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-25 11:57 am (UTC)sense though; all the cool people are sinistral,
or at least ambiguous. Have pity on our poor,
overused, corpora callosa.
Try to stay away from machining jobs.
You are awake way too early.
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Date: 2008-08-25 01:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-26 06:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-26 03:57 pm (UTC)my girl made two friends tho. she is more outgoing.
they'll acclimatize soon tho. both are very likeable and smart.
i like this post
Date: 2008-08-25 05:12 am (UTC)I am a hesitant water-descender, not a jumper. That is probably why you are awesome and I am a petrified monkey turd.
i like yr whole all yr stuff
Date: 2008-08-25 05:36 am (UTC)don't torture yrself, cher. jump IN! i'll hold yr haaaaand.
you are hot and steamy, but most definitely...
Date: 2008-08-25 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-25 06:11 am (UTC)I'm thinking of quitting, which would make it the first thing I quit that I really enjoy, but I'm starting to feel kind of stupid for spending increasing sums of money because I think twiddling my thumbs in a pub is dorky.
What is your delicious book?
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Date: 2008-08-25 07:15 am (UTC)to hack off toes, fingers, arms, etc.
And yes, what's the book?!
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Date: 2008-08-25 11:44 am (UTC)Carl Jung's Man and His Symbols.
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Date: 2008-08-26 12:02 am (UTC)like studying hemispheric specialisation and oral
fixation than symbols of the oversoul, but that's a
pretty reasonable quote from him.
You need a carrot? What about a stick?
what a man said to me when he saw me hiding in the bushes with my father's Salem Lights
Date: 2008-08-25 11:55 am (UTC)Piper is 5'8 and has a size 11 shoe. She is twelve.
I don't think I can beat her up for much longer.
Jung is magic. And so are yr boobs.
cute boy 5 yrs ago
Date: 2008-08-25 01:08 pm (UTC)ouch!
jeez. Pipes is bigger than me. LOL. adopt me Rachel!
that baby had a better sneak attack than most men. little ninja. she was like "hey look over there it's a firetruck!" and then "raaaar!"
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Date: 2008-08-25 12:09 pm (UTC)that whole section had me snorting with laughter
I quit smoking 3 years ago July 14. I am proud of us.
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Date: 2008-08-25 01:29 pm (UTC)I'm proud of us too, love. So glad my mood is not at the mercy of it anymore. We've enough to stress ourselves as it is.
u kno i interp this section as: PROOF OF U NEEDIN ANOTHER LITTLE
Date: 2008-08-26 07:08 am (UTC)i'm vera fertile. shhhhh, it's like beetlejuice. you keep talkin and it'll make me pregnant.
Date: 2008-08-26 04:05 pm (UTC)this one was trying to climb around my shoulder to attack from behind! stealthy as a drunk panther.
OH her fat cheeks and belly just haaaaangin' there. I can barely stand it.
Menopause + quitting smoking The gain can be tremendous
Date: 2008-08-25 03:13 pm (UTC)Although I had smoked for a hell of a long time and quickly went through a pack of cigarettes, a lot of my cigarettes would just burn out in the ashtray because of needing my hands free for typing or sewing or painting or drawing or just plain handiwork then I got a Sega Genesis and learned to smoke a cigarette by just letting it dangle between my lips which freed up my hands for the game paddle and frequently put my non-smoking opponent at a disadvantage. Well, it was probably an equal mix of that and the fact that he was 7 years old.
Re: Menopause + quitting smoking The gain can be tremendous
Date: 2008-08-25 05:07 pm (UTC)Re: Menopause + quitting smoking The gain can be tremendous
Date: 2008-08-26 07:00 am (UTC)& a bad brand kills the joyy. i quit 3 years ago by buying a brand i didn't like and it really just killed it.
Re: Menopause + quitting smoking The gain can be tremendous
Date: 2008-08-26 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-25 05:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-25 10:25 pm (UTC)nothing butyour new shoes <3no subject
Date: 2008-08-25 10:07 pm (UTC)Lyle represent!
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Date: 2008-08-25 10:25 pm (UTC)holy crap.
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Date: 2008-08-25 10:28 pm (UTC)And ouch ex-smoker.
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Date: 2008-08-26 01:35 am (UTC)Do cigars even count as smoking?
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Date: 2008-08-26 05:03 am (UTC)I'd say they count as motivational zen time but an ex-girlfriend insisted it was still smoking and totally yechhh.
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Date: 2008-08-26 12:22 am (UTC)That quote is so true about friends telling us things about ourselves that we don't even have knowledge of (think of my shock when Shawn told me that I lock the doors like a maniac and that I can't go anywhere alone. Seriously, I never noticed these things!)
Did your little ones (wait! one little one and one big one) have a good day at school?? Zye started his first day, too, and of course the bus was late and the mosquitoes were vicious. Fortunately, they started a new program here where all kids get a free breakfast in the classroom, which rocks (but not so much for Zye, who complained that the school's idea of breakfast is Bran Flakes. Ha!). I was so sad to send him off on the bus this morning!! :(
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Date: 2008-08-26 01:43 am (UTC)the littles each went to a different school this year since we moved. my boy walks home, which terrifies me, and my girl i must leave work to retrieve b/c i refuse to let her walk home alone. they are trying to remain positive with the new place. i'm anxious to get them into the routine, though this supply and lunch money thing is taking a new chunk from my budget. booo to that.
this is when child-support would really be nice. ah well.
my bff called me a bridge burner a couple years ago. she was right on the mark too. i was stunned. and now i notice the tendency in myself looming before it happens, and give myself time to question my reasons.
a good friend is as valuable as, or moreso than any shrink, i'd say.