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Saturday, February 24, 2007
Soft push
Here's a better picture of the tree I posted a while ago. (You know, the one which shows how often a soft slow push is more effective than a hard, fast one.)
"When push comes to shove, the slow come through." ;-)
As for eroticism? One word, folks: "Ouch!"
I'm not too much "into" this extreme bondage stuff. Besides, preliminaries involving being roped up often don't sound very romantic...
"In the eye of the beholder", Laurie? Well, watch out for splinters! I "wood" be careful if "eye" were "yew". And I'm not doing any "bee holding", not even for you. Sometimes, your kinky suggestions just "sting". No "off-fence".
Pascal said... "When push comes to shove, the slow come through.
Bend over slowly Doctor, this enema will help you. Your pain will decrease and you will feel better. I promise so my beloved friend. No charge either. This one is on the house :)
Don't get too touchy-feely with the wise, patient branch, folks. Remember the dude with the chainsaw wins out in the end. See here , here and here for real-world evidence.
anonymous, you might like the poetry of Ted Hughes, I believe he was poet laureate of England before he died. Check out his outrageous (and my favorite) of his books "Crow." An example:
Crow Blacker Than Ever
When God, disgusted with man, Turned towards Heaven, And man, disgusted with God, Turned towards Eve, Thinks looked like falling apart.
But Crow Crow Crow nailed them together, Nailing Heaven and earth together -
So man cried, but with God's voice. And God bled, but with man's blood.
Then Heaven and earth creaked at the point which became gangrenous and stank -- a horror beyond redemption.
"Remember the dude with the chainsaw wins out in the end."
Well, anybody and anything alive will eventually meet the dude with the scythe. But the end is not a defeat when it is normally expected. Death when not premature is a part of life. Intrinsically.
Those fearing their last moment will spend their whole life in the moment of dread just prior to that. They'll always be "almost dead".
No life is eternal. But Life is. Did Death win over Archimedes, Shakespeare, Pierre & Marie Curie, Einstein, Mozart? I think not. Not really. There remains much more of them than footprints and bones.
A flower growing in a crack of the concrete, or the flank of a cliff, may be just surviving momentarily. But by Golly, it is alive, and rightfully proud of it! I've seen a weed grow out of an old car's hood.
By its mere existence, this little spark of life on this little speck of Earth in the cold, dead cosmos is an awesome miracle.
Touchy-feely? Nope. Just admiringly respectful. And I don't even need the excuse of religion for that.
yeah, I thought anonymous would at least feel satisfied with its unsentimentality. Ted Hughes was . . . . gritty, to say the least. Like the voice of anonymous, he was not given to touchy-feelyness in his views of life. Prettiness was a dream.
growing up in a harsh, negative household, I decided early on (for survival sake) that all that was violent and unloving was not real, not eternal, that only love was real. What was coming out of the people taking care of me was not their best self, so I tried only to see their best self, and hold myself to that.
Above all I wanted to know what was real, in the eternal sense. I intuited a goodness that wasn't being reflected in my outer world.
Middle of my life was dragged through the underworld of my own darkness, the exact opposite of the lovely world I had imagined.
I came out realizing neither was real, not love out there, nor violence out there, only what I choose to make real, which at this time is forgiveness.
shades of the old mind still exist, that is, love for all that is lovely, good, and beautiful.
Laurie, I hear you, and am quite sympathetic with your point. But being the nitpicker that I am I was just pointing that your terminology was inaccurate.
Your use of real vs. not real as a method in directing your attention has clearly served a useful purpose. This reminds me of some of the tools in NLP, where we are, for example, supposed to make something appear very small in our minds eye, or grumpled, or whatever.
I my experience these methods work fantastically well. No doubt your 'realness' tool, too.
But the thing that rubbed me is that real is a philosophical concept. And one that's rather elusive to begin with. So I prefer not to load alternative temporary meanings to the word.
No kidding. Funny enough I was just thinking about it minutes ago. It is an absolutely crucial concept in dealing with life, the universe, and everything. (That sounds familiar.) Everything depends on what you regard as "real", and how.
Signalroom said... ttl, [...] I wouldn't call you a nitpicker at all.
Any other name-calling volunteers then? ;-) Any foolhardy, any daring men? Come on, people, that poor nit is lying Here on the ground, somebody DO something!
One of your more erotic pics Eolake. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteyes. quite erotic. Spring is definitely coming. Is eroticism in the eyes of the beholder?
ReplyDeletein the yes of the beholder lol
laurie
"When push comes to shove, the slow come through." ;-)
ReplyDeleteAs for eroticism? One word, folks: "Ouch!"
I'm not too much "into" this extreme bondage stuff.
Besides, preliminaries involving being roped up often don't sound very romantic...
"In the eye of the beholder", Laurie? Well, watch out for splinters! I "wood" be careful if "eye" were "yew".
And I'm not doing any "bee holding", not even for you. Sometimes, your kinky suggestions just "sting". No "off-fence".
Pascal said...
ReplyDelete"When push comes to shove, the slow come through.
Bend over slowly Doctor, this enema will help you. Your pain will decrease and you will feel better.
I promise so my beloved friend. No charge either. This one is on the house :)
ha ha ha, Pascal, you've topped yourself. I bow down to the pun-Meister.
ReplyDeletethat photo with title "Soft Push"
I see no bondage there. Only a strong lovely tree pressing through the yielding fence.
Surgeon General,
ReplyDeletePlease, PLEASE, you said this would remain a private matter between us!!! (:-o
Remember, you're still my boss. Owh, this is SO embarrassing!
It was bad enough already when I volunteered for the classmates to train on abdominal palpation, and they found out I'm ticklish!
Don't get too touchy-feely with the wise, patient branch, folks. Remember the dude with the chainsaw wins out in the end. See here , here and here for real-world evidence.
ReplyDeleteanonymous, you might like the poetry of Ted Hughes, I believe he was poet laureate of England before he died. Check out his outrageous (and my favorite) of his books "Crow." An example:
ReplyDeleteCrow Blacker Than Ever
When God, disgusted with man,
Turned towards Heaven,
And man, disgusted with God,
Turned towards Eve,
Thinks looked like falling apart.
But Crow Crow
Crow nailed them together,
Nailing Heaven and earth together -
So man cried, but with God's voice.
And God bled, but with man's blood.
Then Heaven and earth creaked at the point which became gangrenous and stank -- a horror
beyond redemption.
The agony did not diminish.
Man could not be man nor God God.
The agony
Grew.
Crow
Grinned
Crying: "This is my Creation,"
Flying the black flag of himself.
Wow, that's gotta be the grimmest poem ever.
ReplyDelete"Remember the dude with the chainsaw wins out in the end."
ReplyDeleteWell, anybody and anything alive will eventually meet the dude with the scythe. But the end is not a defeat when it is normally expected. Death when not premature is a part of life. Intrinsically.
Those fearing their last moment will spend their whole life in the moment of dread just prior to that. They'll always be "almost dead".
No life is eternal. But Life is. Did Death win over Archimedes, Shakespeare, Pierre & Marie Curie, Einstein, Mozart? I think not. Not really. There remains much more of them than footprints and bones.
A flower growing in a crack of the concrete, or the flank of a cliff, may be just surviving momentarily. But by Golly, it is alive, and rightfully proud of it! I've seen a weed grow out of an old car's hood.
By its mere existence, this little spark of life on this little speck of Earth in the cold, dead cosmos is an awesome miracle.
Touchy-feely? Nope. Just admiringly respectful. And I don't even need the excuse of religion for that.
yeah, I thought anonymous would at least feel satisfied with its unsentimentality. Ted Hughes was . . . . gritty, to say the least. Like the voice of anonymous, he was not given to touchy-feelyness in his views of life. Prettiness was a dream.
ReplyDeletea dream I loved
ReplyDeletethe dream of destruction
ReplyDeletethe dream of prettiness
which is more real?
Dreams are all 100% real. Your question is, therefore, ludicruous.
ReplyDeletequestions are also part of the dream-substance. So how could ANY question be ludicrous? :)
ReplyDeleteor, if there is something ludicrous, wouldn't it be the mind that makes "ludicrous" and "not ludicrous"?
respectfully,
Laurie
"which is more real?"
ReplyDeleteUm... let me sleep on it, and I'll get back to you in the morning, okay? ;-)
growing up in a harsh, negative household, I decided early on (for survival sake) that all that was violent and unloving was not real, not eternal, that only love was real. What was coming out of the people taking care of me was not their best self, so I tried only to see their best self, and hold myself to that.
ReplyDeleteAbove all I wanted to know what was real, in the eternal sense. I intuited a goodness that wasn't being reflected in my outer world.
Middle of my life was dragged through the underworld of my own darkness, the exact opposite of the lovely world I had imagined.
I came out realizing neither was real, not love out there, nor violence out there, only what I choose to make real, which at this time is forgiveness.
shades of the old mind still exist, that is, love for all that is lovely, good, and beautiful.
Laurie, I hear you, and am quite sympathetic with your point. But being the nitpicker that I am I was just pointing that your terminology was inaccurate.
ReplyDeleteYour use of real vs. not real as a method in directing your attention has clearly served a useful purpose. This reminds me of some of the tools in NLP, where we are, for example, supposed to make something appear very small in our minds eye, or grumpled, or whatever.
I my experience these methods work fantastically well. No doubt your 'realness' tool, too.
But the thing that rubbed me is that real is a philosophical concept. And one that's rather elusive to begin with. So I prefer not to load alternative temporary meanings to the word.
"real is a philosophical concept."
ReplyDeleteNo kidding. Funny enough I was just thinking about it minutes ago.
It is an absolutely crucial concept in dealing with life, the universe, and everything. (That sounds familiar.) Everything depends on what you regard as "real", and how.
ttl, I appreciate your clarity of mind and your respect for language. I wouldn't call you a nitpicker at all. Thank you for helping me be more clear.
ReplyDeleteLaurie
Signalroom said...
ReplyDeletettl, [...] I wouldn't call you a nitpicker at all.
Any other name-calling volunteers then? ;-)
Any foolhardy, any daring men?
Come on, people, that poor nit is lying
Here on the ground, somebody DO something!