Helen Killer
she’ll Get IT and the cure, a miracle worked!
Holy Smokes & Terrors, she might hum: this
is related to that .
manner of speaking: only words can make
a difference that makes a difference, signal
a million or more of them tap tap tapping at
lie wasted never more.
put out a pong & anticipate ping—stochastic
process accessing noise for news: signs of extra
terrestrial intelligence; don’t matter what the
token content exchanged: that it can be is
I wrote something more "authentic" rather than "doctrinal". Do you like this better? (Ping) Too long, maybe. Killer for the ADD. http://thoughts-brigitte.blogspot.ca/2014/05/an-east-west-dialogue-yoga-class.html
ReplyDeleteIt takes me a number of moves to copy paste your address and write a comment and then go thru that repetivied robot control exerecise. I quite after 8 or 9 temptations (tests) so we need to meet some neutral ground if we're going to conv verse.
ReplyDeleteI have to do robot control exercise, here, too, but one try is usually enough.
ReplyDeleteNo robot control exercise needed here. .
ReplyDeleteYou have it turned on with your settings unless you have just turned it off. I will see when I try to publish.
ReplyDeleteA strange thing, though, your comments don't come into the e-mail.
It's on.
ReplyDeleteI think you blocked me in e-mail, couple years ago.
ReplyDeleteThat could be the reason. And it seems like one big brother organization now. Facebook, blogger, Google, Pinterest. They all know you at a click.
ReplyDeleteWe should tell people that you lure people into e-mail discussions under the pretense of flattery and discussing your syllabus--and pretending to be interested in their religion or persuasions, only to eventually drag them into the dilemma of liking you but being attacked as you turn on them for your own fun. It is really unimaginably callous from someone of your stature, position and pedigree. Circuitry is only fun to the one who is not the victim. If this is the new thinking that is getting us somewhere, I don't think this new world is something I want. It's been seeming like a major dead end.
ReplyDeleteSorry if that's your interpretation and description. Denial would be futile, seeing as it would undercut your conviction and accusation. That's why "turn the other cheek" is so practical--rather then the piety it comes cloaked in.
ReplyDeletethur ysucccri.
You admit as much daily in your circuitous, cryptic, stunning stupid posts.
ReplyDeleteBless your heart, Brigitte--I don't deny the circuitous,cryptic, stunning stupid posts. How could I? I deny your accusations that I lure with the pretense of flattery etc. Those charges are your reactions, not my intentions--shabby & shoddy as they may be..
ReplyDeleteYa, sure, Sam. Whatever it was you said.
ReplyDeleteYou got me: I confess, Brigette Bright I's: When I saw you tearing into Naked Pastor years ago I thought to myself: I bet if I flatter this lady--compare her to Flannery (one of my heroes), I 'll seduce her into admiration and years of converse action. And see? Forgive (a big word for you) me my deceit--my father is Lies, after all and I am always about his business. Shabby and shoddy as it may be.
ReplyDeleteYou got me. I think about you every day.
ReplyDeleteBicker Buddies: a good thing. Unless you prefer bless youir heart and amen sister.
ReplyDeleteIncommensurate.
ReplyDeleteFor sure. Choose your magistery then--can't serve both..
ReplyDeleteAs Chesterton says, all the process and efficiency people are just jealous of those with actual passion.
ReplyDelete"for those not in love, there's law--to rule, to regulate, to rectify." Appropriately "hostile" those 2 value sets. They threaten each other.
ReplyDeleteAnd those of actual thoughts and arguments as opposed to obfuscation. See the new college graduate. But we are at the bottom of the page, and I am not interested in being tricked, or tricking, or obfuscating. And I don't think you repent of any of that.
ReplyDeletehttp://townhall.com/columnists/mikeadams/2014/05/18/graduation-celebration-and-the-obfuscation-generation-n1839340/page/2
You: of actual thought and argument. Me: of obfuscation, I teach in a college where the percentage of gays is inordinately high, both in student body and in faculty and administration, and i've found the savvy intelligence and wit of the students to be increasing rather than diminishing. You're so vain--you think I'm interested in tricking you, or obfuscating. I've got my own colleagues to tempt and provoke and educe (and of course my lovely students) Satan ,
ReplyDeleteVanity, I admit.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you have other people to talk with. This is what first enticed me to speak with you: here is a poor old man, he just wants to be liked. He tells everybody that he is manic depressive. He is so smart but no one talks to him. In my vanity I condescended to entertain you. We are even there. In your own generosity of heart your noblesse obliged you to enlightening me, which can only be done with rough methods in intractable cases like myself. Let us in this spirit call it a love or generosity on both sides, if not pure vanity. Or in our human frailty an admixture of both. But not everything is right or helpful, in fact. Discernment is always needful. The in examined life is hardly worth living.
ReplyDeleteUnexamined. I-pad won't let me type it.
ReplyDeleteSeeing as I can't be Luteran, you are right: I just want to be liked. Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down--but still my soul is heavenly bound. Where ever 2 or 3 are gathered in my name: I am here, there. Everything is Right and Helpful if not always right or helpful. Discernment is good to have but it don't come by effort or works. In play and game and performance, un-examined is better than examined. Examined is good for later, reflection, ivory tower consideration. There's a difference to be discerned.
ReplyDeleteHeaven-bound. I am just reading Dante's Inferno. Door-crashed price at the local store. A little much poetry for me.
ReplyDeleteI have swallows checking out my birdhouse. Quite bit of discussion going on there. They would be the first pair to use it.
You are much more intellectual than I am. I'm in the middle with an extended quarrel with Clark and his anti-christian atheism. Can't ever pin the tale on the donkey--but it's the journey, not the destination, that counts. (Carl was in an out briefly--quoting multiple bible verses as usual. )
ReplyDeleteI venture that the destination counts much more than journey. Without destination there is no journey. I am afraid you are severely mistaken in the outlook.
ReplyDeleteThe birds came back. They must live there. Finished inscribing 48 children's bibles for graduation gifts. Got a little Mozart going for celebrating spring.
The scrolling down of two pages of my blog to get to the destination of your comments is indeed not the prize and I wouldn't mind--if we are to continue our converse action-- if you would find a more recent post to attache to. You are talking heavenly destination--you and Carl hanging out with Jesus and others, so of course I can see how it counts more for you than the journey and how mistaken I must be in your view.--severely. In the mean time: birds and Mozart and inscribing graduation gifts: celebrating spring, nice but only a means toward your end
ReplyDeleteKeep your eyes on the prize. Or better: keep your eyes on your Master. But he is all one and the same: prize, way, journey, way, cross and joy, music and birds. "See the birds, they don't worry." All in all in complete leisure. A pure joy.
ReplyDeletePlato had an inkling.
ReplyDeleteIt's a little far down for me, too, but I forgot "food".
ReplyDeleteDown here people put DON'T POSTPONE JOY on the rear ends of their cars. Advice you wonder whether they can keep themselves.
ReplyDeleteThe joy comes from looking up. Even my Yoga teacher says that. She means it physically. Raise your head and the heart improves. So much gobble-de-gook, but some meaning.
ReplyDeleteJoy comes in many ways and the people who pump it probably don't have it. Seeing as you control the access to ouir conversation: would you mind relocating the post to an earlier time? You know that yoke and yoga mean the same. My yoga is easy says Jesus.
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I can pump it: singing, praying, walking, reading, arguing (Ooh, I guess I like it a bit), glass of wine, friends, writing something, taking a picture, calling a friend, not to mention some other natural and wholesome things. Not so much the yoga, though my kind is easy and for the near invalid. (Egoscue)
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