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Rogers chocolates are yum-yum-yummy! Even TDW thought they were great! :)

 

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Vava jan, just in case Harut does not know what TDW is would you mind taking a second and telling him

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Vava jan, just in case Harut does not know what TDW is would you mind taking a second and telling him

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Using Harut as the scapegoat when you are the inquisitive mind? I don't know what it is either. There I am brave enough, I admit my ignorance when it comes to secret abbreviations.

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You know what I realized? Here apartments mostly appear as confinements. They are located in dark brown brick buildings, which are positioned in close proximity of one another, adorned only with gloomy black fire escapes. Windows are rather small and lack character, which is to be expected from the bleak exteriors of the buildings. To add to the cheerful façade, the apartments themselves are not much different in their composition. Rooms are usually stuffy and most of the time dark, since sunlight is blocked due to the neighboring buildings, which tower over what appears to be a slight chunk of a somewhat blue sky. Space is often compromised due to the overflowing population. So you have low ceilings, stuffy air usually either saturated with air conditioning or with radiators which do just that, radiate stuffy heat. To top it off the fact that there are smokers infusing the air of their apartments with more heat and contamination doesn’t help the existing stuffiness.
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Another sketch from Bill Hicks:

 

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Bill: I've been travelling a lot lately. I was over in Australia during Easter. It was interesting to note that they celebrate Easter the same way as we do - commemorating the death and resurrection of Jesus by telling our children a giant bunny rabbit left chocolate eggs in the night.

 

Audience laughs.

 

Bill: I wonder why we're so messed up as a race? You know, I've read the Bible - can't find the words "bunny" or "chocolate" in the whole book.

 

Audience laughs.

 

Bill: Where do we get this stuff from? And why those two things? Why not "goldfish left Lincoln logs in our sock drawers"? I mean, as long as we are making things up, why not go hog wild?

 

Audience laughs and applauds.

 

Bill: I think it's interesting how people act on their beliefs. A lot of Christians, for instance, wear crosses around their necks. Nice sentiment, but do you think that when Jesus comes back, heís really going to want to look at a cross?

 

Audience laughs. Bill makes a face of pain and horror.

 

Bill: Ow. Maybe that's why he hasn't shown up yet ...

 

Audience laughs.

 

Bill: (as Jesus looking down from heaven) I'm not going, Dad, no, they're still wearing crosses - they totally missed the point. When they start wearing fishes, I might go back again ... no, I'm not going ... OK, I'll tell you what - I'll go back as a bunny ...

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Vavchka, in your case I have to say that life has displayed its unfairness to me once again. You love oysters, you can cook, you like Kundera, you share my feelings about the unbearable complexity of Umberto's writing, you are well traveled, well spoken, well rounded, you know how to dance salsa, you like Gotan Project, you are an expert in Mac and you are always attentive to me....but you are married. So I have a minor request, since we are in my corner I feel brave enough to make any proposition I please...Will you consider having an e-affair with me? Please reply with caution I have a very sensitive heart.

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Wow! In public like this??? :o ;)

I've never had an e-proposal before :inlove: :smoke: I must admit it's a very tempting proposition. Must I answer right away?

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All the ideals which men generally think are realities, you have learned to see through; you have learned that they are your ideals. Whether you have originated them, which is unlikely, or have accepted somebody else's ideals, makes no difference. They are your ideals just so far as you accept them. The priest is reverend only so far as you reverence him. If you cease to reverence him, he is no longer reverend for you. You have power to make and unmake priests as easily as you can make and unmake gods. You are the one of whom the poet tells, who stands unmoved, though the universe fall in fragments about you.

And all the other ideals by which men are moved, to which men are enslaved, for which men afflict themselves, have no power over you; you are no longer afraid of them, for you know them to be your own ideals, made in your own mind, for your own pleasure, to be changed or ignored, just as you choose to change or ignore them. They are your own little pets, to be played with, not to be feared.

 

This is true. But he doesn't say WHY. And this makes his argument rethorical.

 

Everyone is free to use every idea as his own because the world of ideas exists independent of the human being. It is alive, it developes and breaths. During the whole course fo human existence we have borrowed from that world. When someone gives you an idea you don't take it from him/her. You find it in the world of ideas an adapt it to your Ego.

 

"The State" or "The Government" is idealized by the many as a thing above them, to be reverenced and feared. They call it "My Country," and if you utter the magic words, they will rush to kill their friends, whom they would not injure by so much as a pin scratch, if they were not intoxicated and blinded by their ideal. Most men are deprived of their reason under the influence of their ideals. Moved by the ideal of "religion" or "patriotism" or "morality," they fly at each others' throats - they, who are otherwise often the gentlest of men! But their ideals are for them like the "fixed ideas" of lunatics. They become irrational and irresponsible under the influence of their ideals. They will not only destroy others, but they will quite sink their own interests, and rush madly to destroy themselves as a sacrifice to the all-devouring ideal. Curious, is it not, to one who looks on with a philosophical mind?

 

This is hypocricy because there are no people free of group consciousness. If you free yourself from one group you will find yourself in another. He himself uses the goods provided by the existence of government. Only a true follower of ascetism could speak about the negativities of group consciousness with pure mind.

 

But the egoist has no ideals, for the knowledge that his ideals are only his ideals, frees him from their domination. He acts for his own interest, not for the interest of ideals. He will neither hang a man nor whip a child in the interest of "morality," if it is disagreeable to him to do so.

He has no reverence for "The State." He knows that "The Government" is but a set of men, mostly as big fools as he is himself, many of them bigger. If the State does things that benefit him, he will support it; if it attacks him and encroaches on his liberty, he will evade it by any means in his power, if he is not strong enough to withstand it. He is a man without a country.

 

An Egoists ideal is his Ego. So he is an idealist as well. This was a simple mistake.

 

"The Flag," that most men adore, as men always adore symbols, worshipping the symbol more than the principle it is supposed to set forth, is for the egoist but a rather inharmonious piece of patch-work; and anybody may walk on it or spit on it if they will, without exciting his emotion any more than if it were a tarpaulin that they walked upon or .spat upon. The principles that it symbolizes, he will maintain as far as it seems to his advantage to maintain them; but if the principles require him to kill people or be killed himself, you will have to demonstrate to him just what benefit he will gain by killing or being killed, before you can persuade him to uphold them.

 

I can't understand what he wants to say. I could bring some examples of similar women like Madelaine Albight or Condoleza Rice.

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Let me know how you feel about this marvelous piece, and then tell me if you consider yourself an egoist in in the true sense of ideology as it was meant to be.

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Eve jan, this piece is a simple post-Modernist American recycling of some borrowed ideas presented in rather inconsistent way.

 

First, let me say that I think that the goal of the existence of human civilization is to make the human being a true Egoist: a totaly free being, free from everything. Yes, I want to become that kind of Egoist but I am not. I am still very weak for that and I don't have the necessary life experience to consider that seriously.

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Waking Up

 

Have you ever dreamt that you are caught up in a dream which is so disturbing yet you cannot bring yourself to wake up? You try to break out of it and to no avail, feverish feelings of turmoil and panic slowly consume you and you end up accepting it as a reality, because surely it must be since there is no escape. And just when you accept your fate you wake up.

 

I am awakened by the sounds of jazz, by the deep, smoky and sultry voice of Nina Simone and her playful piano, which cries out to accompany her. It is especially evident in her sensual piece “Tell me more and more and then some.” I am inspired by the stories of those who evoke emotions of appreciation for the beauty of life. By those who are ruled by their imagination and passion. I foster the continuity of desires which cater to highlighting the magic of being and the ambition to see greatness amidst the gray. I am awakened by the feeling of love in its various forms that challenge the conventional perception of the word. I am numbed by dullness, deceit, superficiality, order and repression of passion.

 

I am awakened by spontaneity, laughter, caresses, complexities and colors of seasons. I am ruled by thoughts, instability, desires and a search for a deeper meaning. All I really know at all is that something in me reacts to sunsets, and warm tough and soft words, that I am pretty sure I will die someday. I’m pretty sure that something called “I” is alive right now, and everything I perceiver is all I’ve got to.

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Ani, dreams are very rare for me, or at the very least I don't remember them. However, recently I woke up from my sleep by my own laughter. I don't know who was playing what joke on whom in the office. :P A bit disturbing, though, to be laughing like that by oneself in one's sleep.
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Pretty interesting Stormig.

 

...Once I had a most beautiful experience in my dream and unfortunately it hasn't happened again. I was making love to a man but it wasn't sex or anything like that, all I know is that I was giving all of my love to this man and I felt that he was giving all his love to me. I have no idea who he was (is) but it was wonderful and out-of-this-world extraordinary. Needless to say I woke up and felt extremely lonely and sad, for I've wished to be in love and haven't found my soulmate yet :(

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Pretty interesting Stormig.

 

...Once I had a most beautiful experience in my dream and unfortunately it hasn't happened again. I was making love to a man but it wasn't sex or anything like that, all I know is that I was giving all of my love to this man and I felt that he was giving all his love to me. I have no idea who he was (is) but it was wonderful and out-of-this-world extraordinary. Needless to say I woke up and felt extremely lonely and sad, for I've wished to be in love and haven't found my soulmate yet :(

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Oh ya, that had to be a dream :)

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