Notes on life, art, photography and technology, by a Danish dropout bohemian.
When you drink the water, remember the river.
Hey, that's not dirty blond! On my monitor, it looks more like lucious auburn.When you said it extended to your bottom, I was thinking of the color extending... but the hair itself originating at the bottom??Either way, it's beeyootiful!
Let me guess, Laurie : you don't live in an islamic theocracy, right?Not that hair ALONE would make me lose my mind, but you've certainly grown it beautifully.I am reminded of the blonde Rhine maiden Lorelei. These ladies were reputed for having very long and beautiful hair. When I read her legend (told by Bernard Clavel), I pictured her exactly like Domai model Tatya. :-)I'd like to seize this occasion to clear a hugely unfair misunderstanding. Blinded by their long-repressed lust at sea, sailing men have built a whole malevolent reputation around the Water Maidens, which is a complete lying myth. It's not THEIR fault, if some dirty-minded men coveted their beauty so much, they were ready to die because of it, on the reefs of by drowning. No maiden ever intended it so.I know that from a very reliable first-hand source, since my good friend Aabel Zyrov met with them in person, and wrote a whole ethnographic document about their people. (And a few others along the way.)
"she got sum dun. Velly nice."Any comment from across the International Dateline is unlikely now, eh?Except for the isolated immolation, eh?Pity.
David, can you clarify?
Let me guess, Laurie : you don't live in an islamic theocracy, right?Not that hair ALONE would make me lose my mind,...LOL! :-DI think we just spotted another messenger (besides money)... ;-)Nice hair, for sure! (Hey, no dirty thoughts, I'm just saying! ;-))Any comment from across the International Dateline is unlikely now, eh?Well I don't know where you are, but if the shortest way from there to the International Dateline is Eastwards then I'm across it from you.(Not that I got your point but I'd hazard a guess that it didn't directly relate to the dateline as such...)
...if the shortest way from there to the International Dateline is Eastwards...D'oh, Westwards I meant, of course, Westwards!(Seems to be hard to keep apart, sometimes...)The dateline is not too far East from where I am.
As someone who once had hair long enough to reach his rear, albeit not as thick as Laurie's, my first thought was, 'her shower drain must get clogged something fierce!'.
"sum dun. Velly"I was just tweaking Eolake for mixing Chinese food with Japananese spelling of "very."If we keep this up, we may all be living in an Islamic theocracy. (I'm already living in a Christian theocracy over here in the US of A.)
I wouldn't go so far as to call this a Christian theocracy as of yet. We're not, really; there's just a lot of people who think we should be. Ultimately I think their attempts to make us such will fail, but it is quite annoying.Now back to the subject at hand: you really do have beautiful hair, Laurie.
Thank you everyone, David, Pascal, Ronald, Lucid. And beautiful Hannah. Your post about yourself moved me Hannah.Thank you Eolake for sharing these photos of my locks. It feels nice to be pretty, I like being a woman, and I don't hide it like I used to. But there's something else going on, behind the image, no matter how much I enjoy the image, I'm starting to be more aware of something larger going on and I don't know if it's coming from within me, or from elsewhere.It includes me, but it isn't me.I went to the laundromat today, dressed, how to say it, I looked good. My hair down and flowing, nice hot hippie jeans, nice makeup. I was doing my laundry in all my glory, and next to me was this old woman, in her 80's, folding her laundry with such delicate hands. She smelled like roses, like a grandma. She was so carefully folding her husband's (I assume) shirts, and her whole aura was soft and gentle and beautiful. I felt love. It was such a joy to forget myself in the presence of this beautiful woman.Just read this Mary Oliver poem that says what I"m trying to say a bit better:"For years and years I struggledjust to love my life. And thenthe butterflyrose, weightless, in the wind."Don't love your lifetoo much," it said,and vanished into the world."
(I'm already living in a Christian theocracy over here in the US of A.) It's true. Very dark days over here in the United States.
signalroom,In keeping with what you said, you may be interested in an experience of mine this afternoon in Sinincincinnati.This weekend is the big event of Tall Stacks with paddle-wheel boats from up and down the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers all converging here. (I met a couple from Madrid, Spain.)While walking down there from where we reside in the 'hood, I encountered my bum buddy, Aubrey Brown.Then, as I was walking home, I encountered his main squeeze who was forlorn and tired, smoking a cig beyond the level it's meant to burn.Turns out she was trying to locate Aubrey, and I had the approximate idea of his earlier whereabouts. I tried to direct her, and the experience warmed the cockles of my flinty heart.No doubt I'll see them Tuesday to see if I was of any help.Is the hair originating from your posterior region auburn?
'her shower drain must get clogged something fierce!'Leviathud,There are some very cheap and efficient filters to avoid that nowadays, you know...And if she bathes in the Rhine, I don't see it getting clogged any time soon.(Yeah, I know, it's called monomania... Maybe I AM a little bit hypnotized by that mane after all.)
"But there's something else going on, behind the image, no matter how much I enjoy the image, I'm starting to be more aware of something larger going on and I don't know if it's coming from within me, or from elsewhere.It includes me, but it isn't me."You're not the only one. I don't have a story to follow with, but I do know I'm becoming more and more aware of something like that inside me, and as I do my curiosity grows. It is a seeming contradiction, both originating within and elsewhere, it is both me and something entirely different from what I think of as myself. Whatever it is I'm eager to see what comes of it.
david, I liked that story. Your description reminded me of how Henry Miller used to write and see things. One thing, I don't quite get your final question?lucid, I hear you're seeing the same thing I'm seeing. I'm also curious and willing to see more.It's more a feeling isn't it? The willingness to see more will open the way. If I could put it into words, it is as if one captures every aspect of beauty there is, of goodness, intelligence and potency and happiness, and somehow, it's becoming who you are and how you see the world. Does this make sense? It's utterly amazing. I fell apart into this one mind, and by some stroke of grace ended up okay! Better than ever! I like Eolake's Domai philosophy and blog, because this awakening for me has taken on the flavor of beauty, a beauty that is co-extensive with women, young girls, laundromats, cigarette butts, cool inventions, forlorn tired feelings --- you absolutely name it, it's there. How things are designed beautifully. One time I was driving down the road in a van of mentally retarded clients and we passed a gorgeous sunset on the ridge. I pointed to the setting sun and said to Eddie, "Look at that, What's that Ed?" Without pause he said, "That's God."He has "fragile X Syndrome" on paper, but come on, is that who he really is??? He knew.for me it's happening more and more, the old way is going away.
Laurie, Lucid,You're both being rather vague about that something going on. Something definitely is, but we need to be clearer, to know if we're talking about the same thing.
OK, I'm making a new post about this. At least about what I'm seeing happening on Earth.
I would apologize, but there's really no need. For one I have delved into before, if only in bits and pieces here and there, and two it's very difficult to put it into words. My vocabulary doesn't contain terms of such grandiosity as to fully capture the meaning of my intent.For now, I've done the best I can to describe my thoughts under the new post. I will probably have more to say later, though I'm not sure whether I'll say it here. I'm not sure how much longer it'll take to assemble my thoughts in a clear, organized manner. I've been wanting to put it into words for the longest time, if only for the challenge, yet anything I've come up with has still fallen quite short of what I really want to express. I may need to delve into other forms of communication and combine them with words to convey these concepts in their fullness. It's more a feeling than anything else, one without definition or name, and it feels far better than the purest bliss I've experienced in life, almost like I'm standing hand in hand with the Almighty him/herself. (As if God could be confined to gender.) Those moments when I've touched upon the infinite have been few and far in-between, but each instance has forever changed me.I do understand your desire for clarity, and I share it. And I also applaud you at making an attempt to put it into words as you did. There may never be a wholly adequate means of expressing it verbally, but I think it will spark an understanding in people which will enable them to reach within and grasp hold of it themselves. It's not something that can be conveyed so much as it is an experience which must be had personally.
Lucid, Laurie, Eolake,I once heard what you are talking about put very beautifully:There is only one song in the whole universe and that is the song of love that God sings to us - and you and I ARE the song.A
David,I'll easily believe that in a place named "misses a pee", there would soon be a river.But mine is better than yours. The Beirut River in Lebanon is practically nothing more, outside rain season, than a half-dry open-air sewer, Top that, if you're so tough!"Dirty blonde", eh? You decadent Americans haven't got a CLUE what dirty really is!Okay, back to non-weed-smoking Earth for a sec'. I think the different-colored "hair" coming out of that vest (including the sleeves!) might just actually be assorted fur lining, not Laurie's hair.Although I can't swear that fur didn't come from Laurie in the first place. ;-)That would perhaps explain why her shower drain isn't clogged yet...Oh, and, Lucid? Laurie?Could you please spare us your intimate life with the Alien larva inside you that you've fallen in love with? This is getting gross!Think of the children. ;-)"If I could put it into words"...I think if one of Jesus' companions had described me his faith like this in Ancient Rome, I might actually take the hugely daring decision to convert.(Still, for my part, I see more beauty in the butts that don't belong to cigarettes...)"One time I was driving down the road in a van of mentally retarded clients"Have I already mentioned the "autist genius" phenomenon on this blog, or just in private e-mails?Many people considered as "born retarded" seem to re-enlist the vast resources that their brain hasn't managed to use "normally", and sometimes do amazing, even super-human things with them. Just like the blind "recycle" the very important structures that used to analyse the data from their vision, and it gives them hearing and touch finesse that can have no equal in a non-handicaped person."Lucid Twilight said... I would apologize, but there's really no need."So, quit it already! :-)"I'm not sure how much longer it'll take to assemble my thoughts in a clear, organized manner."You're making me feel like the mess in my room is hopeless too. :-PMore seriously, maybe you should try to write a book. There's clearly a LOT to express there. And I feel you guys might have a vast potential public."It's more a feeling than anything else, one without definition or name, and it feels far better than the purest bliss"Well, that's because serenity is much more durable than joy and a laughing mood. Since I've overcome depression, I seem to revel in spending most of my time in a serenity mood. It shades off and rubs away all transient hassles in no time.Though I can't imagine Heaven as just continuous peace and serenity. It would never be complete withour a few roars of laughter every now and then!"(As if God could be confined to gender.)"I tend to see it more as female, should there be one. (Which is absurd, I know. God is one, and genders come by two!)I can't imagine the figure of the stern, over-vigilant father, stick in hand, when I believe in a love even superior to that of the best mother. And I can't conceive God as being less able to understand and forgive than my own, very humanly imperfect parents.I think the self-mortifying bigots must have some severe issues with their childhood..."There may never be a wholly adequate means of expressing it verbally"And maybe poets will never be out of a job the day the perfect words are found to describe love, beauty, etc.! ;-)
"More seriously, maybe you should try to write a book. There's clearly a LOT to express there. And I feel you guys might have a vast potential public."It's funny you should mention that. Once I get my thoughts written out I do intend to publish them in book form, and also on my blog. Although I haven't updated that in weeks, even though I went to the trouble of deleting the old posts and choosing a new layout and all that. Procrastination is quite unbecoming of me. ;)
"Dirty blonde", eh? You decadent Americans haven't got a CLUE what dirty really is!LOL!Well I didn't ever get that "dirty" blonde business, either - seems kind of derogatory to me - why not call it "dark" or whatever the dirt is meant to signify?
How beautiful golden hair! And the rest of her is not difficult to look at either.
It's a shame there's not a set of Laurie at Domia.
"It's a shame there's not a set of Laurie at Domia."lol, sorry lucid, not this go around. Two photos of my hair sent abroad were fuel enough for my ego. But I'm flattered :)btw, what is your blog's name lucid twighlight - I'd like to visit it.Pascal, I will not spare you my intimate life. I like to sing about what is starting to wake up inside me. If someone else is singing the same song, well . . . . . it's Irresistible. I'm not ashamed, I fall helplessly in love with most of you. You know, I can send that love in silence if you like, sitting on my couch, and even then it reaches the ear it's meant for. Do you believe in telepathy? of spirit I mean? It's instantaneous.I know you do :)today at school I thought of some of these posts, the caliber and love, and it brought such a beautiful smile inside me, I felt it all through the day. We don't even have to lift a finger but THINK with love and we've already made a change in the world.To those who have ears to hear, thank you. I don't feel alone.laurie
"I can send that love in silence if you like"Since you're only talking about love here, and your name is Laurie, not Sigourney, I'm all for it!;-)Oh, and you don't HAVE to remain silent, either.:-)Bad news for the "let's see Laurie on Domai" crowd : although I'm all with you on this one, she DID state she already had another very fulfilling job already. Too busy and satisfied to be a photo model.And I think she's showing us her Domai mind and heart already. I'm quite content with that. Lovely bodies are relatively easy to find, anyway.
Nobody suggested she take it up as a new career. It wouldn't have to be more than a one time thing, but it is irrelevant. What she chooses to do is her business, and I'm perfectly happy with whatever that entails so long as she continues to grace us with her presence.Nice bodies are easy to find, that is true. But the woman behind the body makes all the difference in how the observer percieves it. While many bodies are asthetically pleasing, it takes a little something special to rise above to the next level. Not that it's difficult to find enchanting women of that sort, either. Not with a site like Domai around. (Thank god for the internet.) It would be a treat to see Laurie on Domai as I'd say she fits perfectly with the others on there, but I am quite content with what she's shared as it is. Alas, contentedness doesn't always mean you stop wanting a little more. :)
Don't you think nudity is overrated?Not that there's anything wrong with it but I would prefer communicating with a beautiful soul over looking at a nice body any day, and see the latter as an add-on to the former rather than the other way around.Dunno how many cents that'd be, Pascal got me confused. :-P
"Don't you think nudity is overrated?Not that there's anything wrong with it but I would prefer communicating with a beautiful soul over looking at a nice body any day"Hey, I said that first! ;-)There used to be a time when a woman's nudity was a rare treasure kept for the man she loved. More or less. I'm not saying this is exactly how it should be, but yes, nudity has been over-exploited and excessively focused on by the Golden Bull.It is definitely overrated by the many sadly typical guys I know, who only see of a woman what's below the neck. While I attach great importance to what's above the eyebrows, and behind the left breast.[No, I DON'T have x-ray vision!]
Well y'all, don't know why but I LOVE this post. I think it's Eolake's best, to date.I come from a rather repressed religious mindset, and as I've said in other posts, that repression for me was ugliness.Although I don't feel the desire to show my body nude online, not tastefully nude or otherwise, I'm not convinced I wasn't a courtesan in a past life. (That's not cortisone Pascal). I am not a lesbian, not that that would be a wrong thing, but I am quite enamored of women's beauty, women's sensuality (ever see a toned woman in spandex workout clothes moving on the elliptical machine? her rhythm is mesmerizing) beginning with how it seems to want to express itself in me, So. . . . . I am honored and flattered by all your words. BTW, at my gym, the women work out scantily clad, myself included. Any woman who has once been overweight and unhealthy, but who is now toned and fit and shapely, is not ashamed to show it off. I'm not anyway. I also admire the physiques of my men buddies at the gym, as well as my boyfriend's body, who is slightly overweight, balding, and sexy as hell to me, because of his mind. laurie
does that make sense? "I love my boyfriend's body, he is sexy as hell to me because of his mind"I know this is not a thread on sexiness, but for the record, there is nothing as sexy to me in a man as his mind. Literally, sexy.Conversely, give me a perfect male physique but a small mind, I'm heading to the library.
"nudity has been over-exploited and excessively focused on by the Golden Bull."... Well, I guess I've been called worse things. :)When nudity becomes normal and a non-issue, it can't be exploited anymore.
Great news to me, Laurie! (That some women think like that.) My mind is in a heck of a lot better shape than my bod.
When nudity becomes normal and a non-issue, it can't be exploited anymore.That's what I mean - it seems to be much of an issue.Great news to me, Laurie! (That some women think like that.)Wouldn't it be nice if more men thought like that, too?
"Conversely, give me a perfect male physique but a small mind, I'm heading to the library."It's a good place to avoid meeting THESE! Unlike the stadium..."When nudity becomes normal and a non-issue, it can't be exploited anymore."But it'll still be as much appreciated, just like the beauty of Nature in a panorama or a sunset. And I'm sure God would hate that. After all, what true artist likes his masterpieces to be admired for their beauty, not their price tag? ;-)But don't worry, Mr Bull, there'll always be room for a talented photographer who knows how to reveal that beauty.Looks like we're still going to take "some" from you, hunh? ;-)
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