BardoThodol, reporting for duty, SIR!

[Emma]

AH, the dialectic process gambit. Queen takes bishop, castle skips the light fandango, turning cartwheels 'cross the floor; I'll see your grapefruit and raise you a kiwi. My mind works with a concatenation of oddities. The most disparate ideas juxtaposed to produce novel offspring.

I hope the green will bloom and produce an array of beautiful flowers.

None of my ideas are set in stone. The dialectic process whirrs like a cheap blender in my brain, mixing and remixing to make soups and smoothies and sometimes pure garbage. Sometimes, I think, "Wow, that's yummy, try this." Sometimes I think, "Wow, that's disgusting. Hey, John, come try this. It's delicious." Just to see John's expression.

By the dialectic process, you have opposing ideas or different ideas that work against one another to produce a hybrid. Hegel simplified a process that sometimes is very complex. Instead of two things in opposition, sometimes there are myriad forces all playing against a determined point. That which results is less predictable. As in Chaos theory.

Around here we have a saying, "If you don't like the weather, wait a day, it'll change." Good old midwest chaos.

As for fertilizer. Yes, I've noticed. What's fascinating is studying from whence that fertilizer develops. What process produces these ideas and why does one hold them so dearly? Why must that idea be protected and defended so ardently? What lies beneath that defense? What marshals those forces, and why?

I have two koi ponds connected by a waterfall, all surrounded by flowers. Lots of flowers. So, I have no aversion to fertilizer. Put it down, take a deep whiff. Ah, that's the smell that will bring flowers one day--if the seeds are planted correctly. If the seeds land where they should and are nurtured. If the microorganisms in the soil cooperate. If the deer eat the poison ivy and leave the flowers alone. If the bugs make good choices. If the hail doesn't, well...hail too forcefully.

I'm certain that my ideas will clash with others here. I will change. Others will change. Maybe for the better.

Yes, I would like to read anything of note. Recommendations are welcome. There's far too much here to absorb quickly. So many differences. Utter chaos, forces playing against one another, sometimes with thrilling collision.

I'm very impressed with Emma's organization, and the layers of communication available here. What a crusty old broad can accomplish Bogarting a vision.

Michael

Crusty? yep I guess I am a little crusty. I think I've been at this too long. Good to have you here.

 

[Sindy]

SYNTHIA! (He shouts excitedly. Big hugs, lifting her off the ground and twirling her around.)

How you doing?

I have such a soft spot in my heart for you. You were that moment in the story which brings teary-eyed joy from knowing that the protagonist would overcome all obstacles and move forward to a better life. I have such unconditional faith in you.

Since I've just arrived, we'll have to catch up. I'll have to put the luggage away eventually--and check the grounds. Quite a forest surrounding this place. And a mountain still capped with snow.

What's growling in the forest? Wild animals? How exciting!

Let's sit and just enjoy the day for a while.

Maybe put your wet suit on? :shark:

Just kidding. See post http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthre...FLUENCE-ON-ME.&p=635904&viewfull=1#post635904

 

[BardoThodol]

Maybe put your wet suit on? :shark:

Just kidding. See post http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthre...FLUENCE-ON-ME.&p=635904&viewfull=1#post635904

Funny icons--or whatever they're called. Reminds me of last summer in Florida. I was kayaking for my morning exercise, coming back to the shore a bit exhausted, looking down into the water. About five feet below was a bull shark, probably 9-10 feet long. I put up the oar and coasted, watching him, amazed to be so close to such a wonderful and powerful creature. All the while, I realized he could kill me if he wanted. Bull sharks account for most attacks on humans, if I'm not mistaken.

Thank you Mr. Shark for letting me return safely to my family.

 

[BardoThodol]

Crusty? yep I guess I am a little crusty. I think I've been at this too long. Good to have you here.

Emma,

Crusty is good. Deliciously real.

Too long, huh? Just think of all the crime you've prevented by keeping this group of ne'er do wells occupied. What else would we do with our time?

 

[Commander Birdsong]

AH, the dialectic process gambit. Queen takes bishop, castle skips the light fandango, turning cartwheels 'cross the floor; I'll see your grapefruit and raise you a kiwi. My mind works with a concatenation of oddities. The most disparate ideas juxtaposed to produce novel offspring.

I hope the green will bloom and produce an array of beautiful flowers.

None of my ideas are set in stone. The dialectic process whirrs like a cheap blender in my brain, mixing and remixing to make soups and smoothies and sometimes pure garbage. Sometimes, I think, "Wow, that's yummy, try this." Sometimes I think, "Wow, that's disgusting. Hey, John, come try this. It's delicious." Just to see John's expression.

By the dialectic process, you have opposing ideas or different ideas that work against one another to produce a hybrid. Hegel simplified a process that sometimes is very complex. Instead of two things in opposition, sometimes there are myriad forces all playing against a determined point. That which results is less predictable. As in Chaos theory.

Around here we have a saying, "If you don't like the weather, wait a day, it'll change." Good old midwest chaos.

As for fertilizer. Yes, I've noticed. What's fascinating is studying from whence that fertilizer develops. What process produces these ideas and why does one hold them so dearly? Why must that idea be protected and defended so ardently? What lies beneath that defense? What marshals those forces, and why?

I have two koi ponds connected by a waterfall, all surrounded by flowers. Lots of flowers. So, I have no aversion to fertilizer. Put it down, take a deep whiff. Ah, that's the smell that will bring flowers one day--if the seeds are planted correctly. If the seeds land where they should and are nurtured. If the microorganisms in the soil cooperate. If the deer eat the poison ivy and leave the flowers alone. If the bugs make good choices. If the hail doesn't, well...hail too forcefully.

I'm certain that my ideas will clash with others here. I will change. Others will change. Maybe for the better.

Yes, I would like to read anything of note. Recommendations are welcome. There's far too much here to absorb quickly. So many differences. Utter chaos, forces playing against one another, sometimes with thrilling collision.

I'm very impressed with Emma's organization, and the layers of communication available here. What a crusty old broad can accomplish Bogarting a vision.

Michael

you don't have two koi ponds connected by a waterfall surrounded by flowers, you are two koi ponds connected by a waterfall surrounded by flowers and i wish you and her the merriest of yuletide seasons

i gotta go push hack over the weekend. see ya next week

 

[EP - Ethics Particle]

AH, the dialectic process gambit. Queen takes bishop, castle skips the light fandango, turning cartwheels 'cross the floor; I'll see your grapefruit and raise you a kiwi. My mind works with a concatenation of oddities. The most disparate ideas juxtaposed to produce novel offspring.

I hope the green will bloom and produce an array of beautiful flowers.

None of my ideas are set in stone. The dialectic process whirrs like a cheap blender in my brain, mixing and remixing to make soups and smoothies and sometimes pure garbage. Sometimes, I think, "Wow, that's yummy, try this." Sometimes I think, "Wow, that's disgusting. Hey, John, come try this. It's delicious." Just to see John's expression.

By the dialectic process, you have opposing ideas or different ideas that work against one another to produce a hybrid. Hegel simplified a process that sometimes is very complex. Instead of two things in opposition, sometimes there are myriad forces all playing against a determined point. That which results is less predictable. As in Chaos theory.

Around here we have a saying, "If you don't like the weather, wait a day, it'll change." Good old midwest chaos.

As for fertilizer. Yes, I've noticed. What's fascinating is studying from whence that fertilizer develops. What process produces these ideas and why does one hold them so dearly? Why must that idea be protected and defended so ardently? What lies beneath that defense? What marshals those forces, and why?

I have two koi ponds connected by a waterfall, all surrounded by flowers. Lots of flowers. So, I have no aversion to fertilizer. Put it down, take a deep whiff. Ah, that's the smell that will bring flowers one day--if the seeds are planted correctly. If the seeds land where they should and are nurtured. If the microorganisms in the soil cooperate. If the deer eat the poison ivy and leave the flowers alone. If the bugs make good choices. If the hail doesn't, well...hail too forcefully.

I'm certain that my ideas will clash with others here. I will change. Others will change. Maybe for the better.

Yes, I would like to read anything of note. Recommendations are welcome. There's far too much here to absorb quickly. So many differences. Utter chaos, forces playing against one another, sometimes with thrilling collision.

I'm very impressed with Emma's organization, and the layers of communication available here. What a crusty old broad can accomplish Bogarting a vision.

Michael

Found the "Whiter Shade of Pale" fragment!

See - ya cant fuck an old fucker!

And, btw - Emma is more a "toothsome wench" than a "crusty old broad" and she ain't old at all compared to you and me and Commander Birdsong!

And I was in KC from '66 thru about '69 working for the gummint and being a part-time flyboy. Was transferred and promoted to NYC circa '72...and hear i still is!!!

I have your back too, I come originally from Arkansas.

Mike

 

[BardoThodol]

Found the "Whiter Shade of Pale" fragment!

See - ya cant fuck an old fucker!

And, btw - Emma is more a "toothsome wench" than a "crusty old broad" and she ain't old at all compared to you and me and Commander Birdsong!

And I was in KC from '66 thru about '69 working for the gummint and being a part-time flyboy. Was transferred and promoted to NYC circa '72...and hear i still is!!!


I have your back too, I come originally from Arkansas.

Mike

EP Mike,

You little sleuth, you. Can't hide anything from you.

Toothsome? As in ability to bite? I've seen Emma take a chunk out of a few here.

Wench? Brings to mind images of her that she and her husband might not appreciate. Nor would my wife.

I may be getting old, but when I ask for a senior discount, I get carded a lot. Even for the 55 yo crap. My doctor gets all giddy when I come in for a checkup, sort of gives him hope for the future. With a wife that's 20 years junior, I'd better stay young--otherwise, she'd kill me.

I graduated from HS in '66, ended up helping to survey what would become MCI. It was just pasture back then.

NYC? My wife and I love the place. You ever eat at Cafe Lalo? Must be a chick thing because Wife, daughter, Emily and Karen absolutely love eating there. We always walk out with an entire cheese cake or two. (entire cheesecakes--not slices.) Not to mention T-shirts for the girls.

Arkansas is such a beautify state. The kudzu has been turning parts of the state into otherworldly art forms.

This post brought back other memories. Interesting to watch how different individuals analyze what is said and come to conclusions that have nothing to do with what was written.

Oddly, it seems there are some that believe I'm trying to hide all sorts of stuff. Like the post above, I say what I'm going to say in the way I'm going to say it. Some get it. Some don't. Like the lyrics from "Whiter Shade of Pale," lots of obscure references that have meaning. References in that song obviously to Shakespeare and Milton, maybe to Chaucer about the miller's tale. Maybe not. It's what makes the song so interesting.

I don't really owe anyone explanations or information. I'm not bound by the need to be understood or accepted. Either a person can have fun with ideas or they can't. Either they can understand or they can't. Sort of a qualifying process.

I used to advertise for roommates when I was in college. The person would call, talk a while then ask for directions. I always told them I didn't give directions, because if they couldn't find the place on their own, we wouldn't make good roommates.

Same goes for what I write.

If a person understood the post you just discovered, they'd pretty much have me taped.

Life is always better when someone has your back.

Michael

 

[TG1]

Welcome to ESMB, Bardo Tholol.

Just found this thread -- and am grinning about your having mailed your PC folders to yourself. Wonderful!

You don't pay much attention to the rules, do you?

TG1

 

[BardoThodol]

Welcome to ESMB, Bardo Tholol.

Just found this thread -- and am grinning about your having mailed your PC folders to yourself. Wonderful!

You don't pay much attention to the rules, do you?

TG1

Uh, rules? What rules? Like the rule of newbies being nice, which I thought meant me being nice?

Well, we saw how that went.

Never met a rule I didn't have the urge to break.

I buy all my toilet paper in golden rod. Then file the work where all golden rod should go.

 

[Mimsey Borogrove]

You were in the NYO? That old hotel? Sounds like the Martinique - such a wonderful old place. All the mirrors in the old ball room that was the academy, people having sessions next to each other, pc's going out of session listening to the out 2D overts being pulled in the table next to theirs. One winter some metal chimney fell down - it knocked a hole through the roof above addresso - snow pouring in. It took the hotel a week to fix it. The org rented one of those kerosene flame thrower heaters to keep the course room warm - staff went around wearing jackets and mittens inside the hotel to keep warm. Late night bulk mailings. Trying to live on $10.00 a week staff pay. Yes, the chicks were cute. Boy, howdy. New class 8's arriving - overboards - kick ass partys on the weekends after course - John Hammond playing blues guitar - Captain Bill showing up to do a hell fire and brimstone event - talkin' trash like a revivalist preacher, wearing a red, white and blue striped top hat.... what's not to like about the place?

Mimsey

 

[sallydannce]

Uh, rules? What rules? Like the rule of newbies being nice, which I thought meant me being nice?

Well, we saw how that went.

Never met a rule I didn't have the urge to break.

I buy all my toilet paper in golden rod. Then file the work where all golden rod should go.

My bolding.

THIS I am henceforth adopting into my life! Out with the plain white! In with the golden rod! It will perfectly match the decor too!

You are an inspiration dear man. I love your posts!

But your decadent decor ideas...sizzle!