Art Attack Central
Fixing stuff, myself included…
Boston
I met/saw Eve and Leah yesterday. Of course this meeting happened, after a missed exit, winding up in downtown Boston, and having to traverse the city to get back to Newton. Lucky for me they were still waiting for me even though I was a half hour late. It was great, I’ve got a picture, and will post it upon my return. You are on your own for the Tuesday Too this week, as this is most likely my last access to a computer until the 19th.
Change of Plans
Okay, on the computer again. I’ve made up some questions; I’ll post them tomorrow morning before I leave for Cliff Island. So if you’re hell-bent on doing the Tuesday Too, on whatever day, they’ll be up in the AM.
“Society has always seemed to demand a little more from human beings than it will get in practice.”
–George Orwell
Fear the Great Motivator?
A discussion on Chad’s site, post #127. Fear is a Great Motivator has “motivated” this post.
Are you doing this out of fear?
No, it’s purely for pleasure. It’s possible that pleasure is the opposite of fear, or at least forms the basis for a different kind of motivation.
Are you a hedonist?
I will say that I like pleasure; who doesn’t? What does fear have to do with those things we enjoy that are “extras” such as floating for hours and snokeling, just because it’s beautiful? You are captivated by another world. Laughter springs spontaneously from us; tears stream down the cheeks. You are laughing so hard, that you must hold your sides, and try to catch your breath.
But laughing isn’t a necessity.
If life was only about survival, more people would check out sooner. I think it’s hopefulness, hoping for something pleasurable, hoping for the chance to laugh once more, hoping to fall in love again. Hope drives us more than fear.
Are you saying life’s a joke?
Where’s the punch line? No, but it’s probably more funny if you have a sense of humor. Sure people with money have it easier, but oddly enough laughter is one of those things you can’t buy. Maybe that’s not entirely true; you could buy a comedian to follow you around. It’s a sense of humor you can’t buy.
Will the Tuesday Too be here next week?
Maybe, but it depends on access to a computer. You might not hear from me again until next Friday.
Tuesday Too # 20
1.) Yes conflicting theories abound, what do you think dreams (nightly adventures) mean, or do you subscribe to a particular theorist and why?
See prior post.
2.) When you are confronted by a homeless person asking for change, how do you respond? How does it make you feel? If you’ve never been in this situation, imagine it, and calculate your response.
I not sure what I base my decision on; sometimes I give them money, and sometimes I don’t. When I give them money, I feel fortunate in my own circumstances and empathy for theirs. When I do not give them money, I feel feel that somehow I’ve failed to live up to my best self, and I pass quickly down the street. While I am not a religious person, I grew up going to a church every Sunday, and some of the stories are stuck in my head. This is not necessarily a bad thing. The story that comes to mind is the one about Jesus, disguised as a beggar, and being repeatedly turned away by “good god fearing folks” who don’t recognize him. So I have these stories in my head that I hear, but at the same time I’m the one who invented a stigmata kit… so go figure?
3.) Do you feel you have been short changed in any way by destiny/fate/god? If so, how?
Not in any way do I feel short changed, but rather grateful to be here at all.
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“That’s the nature of research–you don’t know what in hell you’re doing.”
— ‘Doc’ Edgerton
Why Me?
Why not?
Because, it’s just too much for one person to deal with.
What’s too much to deal with?
The whole idea of doing all the things that I’ve got to do. Such as, pick up the Sunday news papers (the New York Times and the Washington Post), go get the car, which I left in Charles Village last night, take a shower, shave my legs, finish the painting, post the thesis abstract, paint a house, clean the litter box, buy more cat food, walk a dog, get rid of all the ivy destroying the bricks on the house, clean the gutters, fix the window, etc., etc., etc.
So, why are you whining?
Where’s the sex? Where’s the good stuff? I need to change the way I’m seeing things this morning. My perspective is skewed, and I feel fat. In order to lose weight I must stop drinking, and I don’t want to. Thus I will continue to feel fat. Fat and happy would not be a bad compromise, considering the lengthy list above. I’m whining, because I feel like it.
Short Post
Out of cigarettes and coffee creamer, and off to the Farmer’s Market on 33rd Street.
When you get back, would you finally tell us something important? You know, like when was the last time you had great sex?
I’ve been holding my breath for awhile now; so you’d better not expect an answer on that one. At least not today anyway.
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Making Plans
I’m going to Boston, and I’ll be meeting Leah and Eve in the flesh for the first time on Saturday the 13th. We’re going to the Boston Bloggers picnic; how cool is that? Way cool!
How come you’re asking your own questions?
Possibly I’m not thinking straight, or it could be that once again it’s time for brain realignment. Sometimes the cells fire before the gap is open.
“We are confronted with insurmountable opportunities.”
–Pogo
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