Good food, nice people. Thank you, Deb, for the invitation. Too tired for a long post tonight, and a true focus is needed for the content. My life, while interesting (at times) to me, I don't believe can generate any page hits at the moment..Oh...another....guy with a blog. Yawn.
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Saturday, August 13, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
CAUTION:
Emotional content within, this will not be the ongoing content of this blog.
The Blues
Oh, self-pity, you are a draconian master. Feelin’ Bad Blues playing in the background. Ry Cooder using a guitar as a flensing knife to lay bare the flesh and blood meat jacket to access the soul? Oh, man up and quit yer whining…
Why, oh why does this bother me so? And as someone recently advised they likely do not genuinely care for other people? If this is how it feels NOT to care, then perhaps I don’t have the stones to genuinely care. No, that’s not true at all, but then…read on..
That which The Blues either leads to or lead to The Blues
Introspection. Self Examination. Recrimination.
I called out for a friend. A response was heard, and joy rang through the town. Ok..not so much. A sigh of relief from my chair in front of my PC monitor then. Conversation via email and text ensued. Pleased to find an outlet for what was apparently a Niagra Falls of communication, information surged forth from me, prompted by questions from my new friend. Probing questions, often the kind that require some thought, or at least that thoughts be organized prior to response. Joy ensued, mad typing causing thumb and finger discomfort though ignored in the desire to communicate.
Apparently when one spends much more time with oneself than has been historically the case self-absorption may follow. The urge to talk about oneself endlessly with the result of the other party to the conversation assuming no interest in their story, pain, feelings, etcetera. Perhaps temporary insanity could be claimed, although I’m on the fence..after all it is my sanity about which we’re speaking. Which leads to..
Ham Handed Empathy
It doesn’t matter what thought process may have led to the point where this happens; Nor if your interest is genuine, as it will appear insincere, forced and clumsy. Again neither intent nor feeling is relevant, as no substantiation is possible. When attempting to reach out to someone possessed with a modicum of intelligence, one should be careful not to insult said intelligence. This is a bad thing, no matter what the motivation or depth of concern or feeling.
Email, texting, and other relatively new forms of communication have led to “relationships” being developed in some cases, perhaps many, among people who’ve never met in person.
Body language, inflection, attitude, speech volume, tone….all of these things are generally lost in, for example, a text message conversation. This can result in misinterpretation, obviously. So also “out of sequence” replies, or someone as myself who might be replying in a “stream of consciousness” format. A gentle way of saying random thoughts scatterbrained into keyboard inputs and strewn into the ether. And thus into misunderstood messages, not fatal but certainly frustrating.
I’m Sorry??
For what, exactly?
Only the possible loss of someone I’d imagine would be a good and true friend. So hard to find.
Can almost imagine being at the end of a Rage comic…Forever Alone. Oh…Man up… And I couldn't help the pic..Something about a baby rocking out to that old Journey cut just generates the giggles for me, and who couldn't use a laugh.
Emotional content within, this will not be the ongoing content of this blog.
The Blues
Oh, self-pity, you are a draconian master. Feelin’ Bad Blues playing in the background. Ry Cooder using a guitar as a flensing knife to lay bare the flesh and blood meat jacket to access the soul? Oh, man up and quit yer whining…
Why, oh why does this bother me so? And as someone recently advised they likely do not genuinely care for other people? If this is how it feels NOT to care, then perhaps I don’t have the stones to genuinely care. No, that’s not true at all, but then…read on..
That which The Blues either leads to or lead to The Blues
Introspection. Self Examination. Recrimination.
I called out for a friend. A response was heard, and joy rang through the town. Ok..not so much. A sigh of relief from my chair in front of my PC monitor then. Conversation via email and text ensued. Pleased to find an outlet for what was apparently a Niagra Falls of communication, information surged forth from me, prompted by questions from my new friend. Probing questions, often the kind that require some thought, or at least that thoughts be organized prior to response. Joy ensued, mad typing causing thumb and finger discomfort though ignored in the desire to communicate.
Apparently when one spends much more time with oneself than has been historically the case self-absorption may follow. The urge to talk about oneself endlessly with the result of the other party to the conversation assuming no interest in their story, pain, feelings, etcetera. Perhaps temporary insanity could be claimed, although I’m on the fence..after all it is my sanity about which we’re speaking. Which leads to..
Ham Handed Empathy
It doesn’t matter what thought process may have led to the point where this happens; Nor if your interest is genuine, as it will appear insincere, forced and clumsy. Again neither intent nor feeling is relevant, as no substantiation is possible. When attempting to reach out to someone possessed with a modicum of intelligence, one should be careful not to insult said intelligence. This is a bad thing, no matter what the motivation or depth of concern or feeling.
Email, texting, and other relatively new forms of communication have led to “relationships” being developed in some cases, perhaps many, among people who’ve never met in person.
Body language, inflection, attitude, speech volume, tone….all of these things are generally lost in, for example, a text message conversation. This can result in misinterpretation, obviously. So also “out of sequence” replies, or someone as myself who might be replying in a “stream of consciousness” format. A gentle way of saying random thoughts scatterbrained into keyboard inputs and strewn into the ether. And thus into misunderstood messages, not fatal but certainly frustrating.
I’m Sorry??
For what, exactly?
Only the possible loss of someone I’d imagine would be a good and true friend. So hard to find.
Can almost imagine being at the end of a Rage comic…Forever Alone. Oh…Man up… And I couldn't help the pic..Something about a baby rocking out to that old Journey cut just generates the giggles for me, and who couldn't use a laugh.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Questionable Content: Go to the Archives, and take it from the beginning.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday
Mr. Jacques has a rotund, ribald, and intelligent sense of humor with a bulls-eye for indie sensibilities. I could not stop reading once I started, rubbing sleep from my eyes at some time after zero dark thirty..Enjoy!
Mr. Jacques has a rotund, ribald, and intelligent sense of humor with a bulls-eye for indie sensibilities. I could not stop reading once I started, rubbing sleep from my eyes at some time after zero dark thirty..Enjoy!
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