No area begins life as a rotting slum; no building is created dilapitated. Matters appear much as they did the day before- just a little nastier than the last portrait stored in our short term memory.
No one intends to foster peeling paint, a rust-speckled car, or a failed marriage; these things just happen while we fail to exert the effort to properly maintain the object of concern.
If however, people are going to notice and effect change in any state of affairs, they will do so nearly immediately. Once material objects, or indeed relationships have gone unnoticed and unaddressed for a sufficient time, they simply become part of the landscape.
The human mind has a curious method of assimilating objects that have ceased to be novel- there exists little likelihood that it will be much different today then it was yesterday; so we simply react to it from memory.
The citizens of Nepal, or the Bedoins of Arabia find nothing noteworthy or altogether spectacular about the Himilayas, or the vast expanse of the Saharan desert. Fishermen as well, find nothing grandiose about the roll of their vessel atop the waves, or the unfathomable sprawl of the ocean. The witnessed phenomena remains unchanged; it is the person recieving this sensory input which has changed-
wonder and novelty seem to be intrinsically entwined.
The human mind seems to be nearly offended by the concept of wonder, as though it were a cutting insult to be presented with something beyond it's ability to name and categorize; to comprehend and define-
a thing to admire, rather than master.
It seems then, a gesture of spite, this blinding to those things beyond our scope and grasp, as a means to isolate ourselves from the sensory overload that is, amasement.
We call these things death, or ocean, mountain, god, or universe.
A working concept much more comfortably functional and infinitely less complex-
unfathomably less wonderous, than the named itself.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
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lol, yeah, more people see it here, so...
Cetainly, yes. We too often subconcously perhaps, deny the grandeur of what we see around us, for the fear of being ourselves, insignificant. Familiarity seems to breed not just contempt, but a contempt so deep that we cease to even notice the full grand weight, and immensity of it all.
CONFORM! CONFORM! CONFORM! BE A GOOD WORKER OF THE PEOPLE!
Welcome to the Prolitariate, darling. And you can't change the world. I'm way ahead of you in that department.
CC - Yes, Seapknig of srngtae wrdos, the jloly fleowls at Ciambirge Uinrevstiy hvae cnoculded taht so lnog as the frist and fnail ltertes are the smae, the agvreae preosn can dcsiren the itenedd wrod. P.S. meet me at the "Tairn Sattoin" at five.
classic, those crazy "Ciambirge Uinrevstiy fleowls", and what's up with 'Prolitariate', is johns suddenly a francophone socialist?
Not to mention that the world is already firmy in my grasp, I need now only to squeeze, and watch the primordial ooze that are my enemies splatter from this planet like the drips they are.
End communication.
Im no francophone socialist. I'm a sychophantic one. All the worlds a stage, and all the people merely players. We all have our entrances and exits and one man in his time plays many parts. So sod off!
ME!? SOD OFF!? That simply will not do.
On a related note, more like PSYCHOphantic! hahahahahaa.
The French Socialist is about that extra 'e' you got on there, it's french-like...and there WAS a french socialist movement in the early 20th century, although it was often derided by engels and marx for it's lack of focus and intensity, but regardless.
'PLAN NINE FROM OUTER SPACE MUST GO FORWARD!'
*SLAP *SLAP*
END TRANSMISSION!
ALL women are captivating. i have no prefrences when it comes to race. Thier all beautiful. Although Asian chicks have a certain mystique to em I suppose.
MY spelling was superb. I'll not have you denigrating my spelling along with anyone else's!
Miserable Cur!
That was a pretty random and abrupt topic shift you had there.
In answer to your question, I am a male, and find nothing especially captivating about 'asian chicks', nor do I agree that they have any sort of special mystique.
There are certainly other nationalities that I would personally, potentially find more 'captivating' or with more 'mystique'. Now, myself I've rarely had any spoken preference for any race over the other, choosing instead to judge on a woman by woman basis, but I would say that the 'asian' race, so called, holds no particular mystique or attraction to me personally, although that is only my humble opinion and preference, nothing more.
FYI- Proletariat.
The grammer police beat me all night to get that out of me, but I wouldn't give in. They were forced to release me, and now I've promptly goven you the correct spelling. It's a matter of principle you see, old chums.
Cheerio'
We know, we know. Miserable cur was facetious, and said in naught but jest; truly tis a splendid woman of virtue true.
On a related note, I will not bend to the grammer police, even under pain of imprisonment, torture and death.
LONG LIVE THE ANTI-GRAMMER REVOLUTION! aha.
Thats an interesting socialogical question, and to to be quite honest, I'm not entirely prepared to answer it here. I will say, however, that when it comes to love, real love, race should hardle be an issue. I wouldn't feel envious, though, because I'm sure there is a nice man out there for you. Hopefully we will all find love in such a situation that the choice will be a simple one, and not one that will force us to choose between our earthly love, and the everlasting one.
I'm sorry, that was corny.
Verily and forsooth....bollocks....All women are attractive. I have no prefrence. Cept the ones with a face that looks like it got hit by a greyhound bus. And I am a Socialist..I think.
They certianly are, my point being however that of the ethnic or national groups I might find especially attractive asian is of no particular note; though I've nothing against them.
Yes, it was for effect. Thank you darlin' for noticing.
More than simply physical attributes contribute to the attractiveness of a person. Some people, no matter how good looking, are impossible to be with. Keep that in mind when you get breast implants, botox injections, or put on a push- up bra.
YAAAY! BREASTESES! Socialism has to do with everything, sweetie. I'm not sure in this context it works in but it does. I've dated my share of ethnisesties to know that they're all the same. Cept for the Amazonian Nazi Feminists...they destroy scrotums.
ARGH!
MY SCROTUM!
OF COURSE WE DO!
breasts are both functional AND decorative- can't complain about that, lol.
But jen, thinking that we'd imply you're impossible to be with, tsk tsk, you're so delightfully amusing.
'Impossible to be with' would be a little over dramatic in this case, don't you agree?
C'maaaaaaaaaaaan, c'maaaaaaaaan...
DELIGHTFULLY AMUSING!
I must go home now, my planet needs me...
They CAN be functional...
that was the point.
They have the possibility of functionaliy, like a three legged guide dog, or a pick pocket monkey, a badger with hun-chuckers, or a squirrel with a flip knife...
I come from the planet.....
um...
Omic- NO!
er...
Pleiades.
Yes, that will do. That will do nicely...
"Did you stay up all night eating cheese?!...'I think I'm blind...'"
Oh, and it was a badger with 'nun-chuckers' I would have spelled it right but an elephant was coming at me with a length of telegraph pole.
I haven't ever said, or implied, that you were "impossible to be with." The statement may may have been made at a time in which it seemed to have made that implication, however, I entirely deny that was my understanding, or purpose.
I awknowledge the possibility of your taking offence to the statement in question, and I assure you none was meant. The statement was not intended to be taken as an insult. The statement in question was refering to those previously made by yourself, and to the other contributors.
I, on the other hand, am a brutal slap on reality. I should have my own personality cult. Who wants to join?
no, thanks though.
Only if it involves the use of scarlet colored velvet racksuits.
And jello, lots of jello...
First off- racksuits?!
I'm sure that you meant Tracksuits, unless you were comically adding to the 'BREASTSES' debate, in which case. Very clever, oh anonymous one, let the world never know who you are, for if it were to do so, I would be beaten and cajoled into many an 'uncomfortable' position, like a monkey in a hair salon...
Secondly, jen, they have the ability to produce sustenance for ones young.............or whomever else is given access to the 'swollen boosum'. Therefore, decorative, AND functional...
Tee-hee-hee, just a niggling bible verse.
Yes, I know it's the mammary glands, not the breats, but they are their home, and far-be-it for me to deprive them of the nice, big house they deserve, lol.
I'm just screwin' with ya.
Jen jen jen, so very amusing...
Thats almost creepy. Breasts are nice, rumps are better. ALthough, certain parts merely make the whole better. I have a plan to kill Maroon 5.
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