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I Want William Shatner
Heeh heeehheheeeee. Awesome. Although, I have to admit--I was more a Spock groupie. He was hot, intellectually superior to humans, and a real tease.— April 27, 2010 10:32 p.m.
refresher training in why i miss you...
Hells yeah!— April 27, 2010 12:21 a.m.
...friday food for the soul...
"The bike rides are fiercer, more chaotic through downtown, just like old times. Without the thoughts of you clouding my mind, I can concentrate on skimming thru an intersection on a yellow light, pissing off car drivers again." Hey MT, I thought you were all for peaceful coexistence on the road, man. ;)— April 27, 2010 12:14 a.m.
Happy Pill
Darn, temporarily deprived of speakers, I cannot comment on this piece as a whole--with the video. So I'll just summarize my own experience, hoping it will lend some quick and useful perspective: I've tried almost two dozen different antidepressants over a span of about twelve years (since a specific point, when all other remedy failed). Some drugs have worked, some haven't, but those that have worked have bought my anxious brain some chemical relief for a while. They work for months, or years, then, for no reason you can discern, they just cease to work... So you try others. Sometimes two drugs work better together, and at particular dosages that you have to gradually augment in order to discover. It takes patience to work these combinations out, and it can be frustrating to feel uncertain whether you are accurately measuring their efficacy. I was worried at first that I would not be able to think or write with the same edge, but depression makes you feel as though your intellect has been sapped or dulled anyway, unless you've got some manic tendencies, in which case you are going to OVERrate your intellectual capabilities. :) So there is nothing to lose, then. In sum, with the help of a capable and sensitive psychiatrist, the peace of mind can be worth it--. (As long as your standard of measure of well being is not how the people on the commercials seem to be doing. I'm currently on Wellbutrin and Cymbalta, and cracking up on commercials for the latter, replete with walking zombie robot toy, held up familiarly and tenderly by the woman whom it resembles and represents-- NOT on Cymbalta :)— April 26, 2010 9:13 p.m.
So many San Diegans carry guns
re: #155: Visduh wrote, re: #154: "What I don't follow is the point that this post was making. Was it about open carry? Or was it about the definition of militia? Or is it to brag about his military service?" Hmmm. There is no topic sentence or thesis, so here's part of a2z's concluding statement, which may answer your question: "...out there to carry for you. It's why we're here for you. Now that could be a scary carry thought... ;-)"— April 26, 2010 8:33 p.m.
Two poems by Nicanor Parra
re: #18: "I like your way much better. For the greater good has always struck me as a shallow promise, for who is the benefactor then?" The "greater" is the benefactor, as per politico-usual. ;)— April 26, 2010 12:04 p.m.
Two poems by Nicanor Parra
"For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you." Yes. And the timing of that line is beyond perfect! Of course, I am not comparing myself to Pablo, nor would I to Walt, AG. Grant and I are talkin' strictly ideas here, and I feel the "single seed" carries more truth for me right now --like a palm seed. Ever seen one? Something almost invisible scatters in the salt breeze, sinks in the warm tropical sand, becomes a big round coconut-looking thing, all on its lonesome, pushing up into the sun and weathering every storm. PS: Grant, the prof in that class loved my poem, as I said, but disagreed with me about how seeds grow. He really thought they had to be in "hordes." I did all this googling, interesting stuff about seed hulls and germination, etc. etc., and came up with the indestructible, plain fact of a palm seed sitting on the shore (which I laminated and put in the binder with the poem). :)— April 26, 2010 12:02 p.m.
Two poems by Nicanor Parra
Of course, my answer to your first quotation is just as invocative of my specific set of cultural influences... Neruda invokes images of "hordes" of entities working together toward some common good--the people--thus emphasizing a democratic or socialist flavor to the metaphor: Of solitude: it’s a lie. Seeds don’t live singly underneath the soil: it takes hordes of them to insure the deep harmony of our lives, and water is but the transparent mother of invisible submarine choirs. while SD is yet under the influence of post-industrial modernity and its existential romances, if not its Romantic, stresses the solitary, yet somehow less laborious action of each seed finding its own way: solitude you don’t accept seeds; you are a fact of them; give sense of place and form. A seed in water is solitude, a warm spill, a sink into earth for the taking root. In hordes, seeds each fall where they do, singly wear the shell which cracks toward light— April 26, 2010 2:11 a.m.
I Got Punked in Tijuana
re: #2: Yeah! You mention you worked with him, so you would see him Monday morning. Now, the question is: "so...I resolved to support my neighbor. Bad reputation or not..." ...did your magnanimous attitude hold for Chito, too? ;)— April 26, 2010 1:15 a.m.
Mundane Magic
You seem like a fairly adjusted individual, kstaff. Thanks for these moments of your life :)— April 26, 2010 12:28 a.m.