-1- wrote:What about the total eclipse of the heart, Greta.
Come, come now. There must be a crack where the light gets in.Greta wrote:
My heart is a brown dwarf so, even if it was eclipsed, no one would notice
-1- wrote:What about the total eclipse of the heart, Greta.
Come, come now. There must be a crack where the light gets in.Greta wrote:
My heart is a brown dwarf so, even if it was eclipsed, no one would notice
When that happens I tend to use Betadine and a Band Aid.-1- wrote:-1- wrote:What about the total eclipse of the heart, Greta.Come, come now. There must be a crack where the light gets in.Greta wrote:
My heart is a brown dwarf so, even if it was eclipsed, no one would notice :)
Me too. It's tragic enough that we exist in this extraordinary universe for such a short sliver of time without compounding the tragedy by ignoring it.Of course, all of this is very easy to take for granted but I find it much more fun not to
Interesting article. I think it shows that participation helps memory. Perhaps it's similar to taking notes in lectures. Writing down notes in university lectures can help to remember what was said even if you throw the notes away at the end of the lecture.In the meantime, some experiments suggest that photo taking does enhance memory of the photographed
I've read that downloads of that song spiked massively before the eclipse.What about the total eclipse of the heart, Greta.
Can you also name the Philosopher (also a songwriter) of the 1980s, Steve?Steve3007 wrote: "Once upon a time I was falling in love. Now I'm only falling apart." Bonnie Tyler, the Shakespeare of the 1980s.
If you mean somebody who is explicitly associated with the 1980s and had their heyday during that decade, as opposed to somebody who merely happened to still be alive during that period, I'd have to say Steven Patrick Morrissey. But only if you take all of His proclamations with a large pinch of salt and tongue in the cheek. I was a big fan in my youth.Can you also name the Philosopher (also a songwriter) of the 1980s, Steve?
2. "Sliver" is a word out of fashion. I think the last time I heard the word was the 1990s movie "Sliver", of which I remember nothing except that it had a Basic Instinct vibe, high rise buildings were involved-1- wrote:Greta: this is a combined answer to parts (not the whole) of you previous two posts, so I can't quote you to which I am replying.
1. Band-aid sized cut? Sliver of time to witness the tragedy? Well, every sliver has as silver lining.
1. What about the "Dark Side of the Moon?" It is aptest during a solar eclipse. THEN we are all on the dark side of the Moon, on the wrong side of the tracks, and in the underside of the yellow underbelly of society.
"Sliver" ... :)Steve3007 wrote:Greta:Me too. It's tragic enough that we exist in this extraordinary universe for such a short sliver of time without compounding the tragedy by ignoring it.Of course, all of this is very easy to take for granted but I find it much more fun not to :)
Yes, the kinaesthetic influence. At school I found that I never needed to use cheat notes that I risked a couple of times. I remembered them better than anything :)Steve3007 wrote:Interesting article. I think it shows that participation helps memory. Perhaps it's similar to taking notes in lectures. Writing down notes in university lectures can help to remember what was said even if you throw the notes away at the end of the lecture.
I can't but answer with a poem I have written some time ago:Greta wrote: It does all seem to be a gyp, doesn't it?
Out of billions of people, two people do the deed. They are fertile. One egg out of many millions, one sperm of many billions. The fertilisation is successful. The mother says healthy. Each developmental stage of gestation works out. Sufficient support is provided to prevent a still birth. The parents are sufficiently decent, responsible and competent enough to raise the child to adulthood. The child needs to be lucky enough that the experimental risks of youth don't have ultimate consequences.
After all that, the person gets another 40 or 50 lively years and then a decade or two dominated by the struggle to stay in one piece. I suppose, in the light of this, and, being dwarfed by an impossibly huge, powerful and mysterious cosmos, it's understandable that people choose to live as humans are all that matters. Blinkers helps the horse stay on task.
There are two kinds of us in this sense: one who measures his own worth in the eyes of others, in the reactions he receives from his actions; and the other, who feels independent for self-worth of other's esteem of him.Greta wrote:Well written verse for those inclined to art with that Rockwellesque homey vibe. You are seemingly a romantic. Poor bustard. It's a difficult state of being for a human, with one's happiness always hinging on others' whims.
I know her name but haven't listened to her music. I'll give it a go.In my esteem it is Edie Brickell who is the singing philosopher.
I don't know if you'll sue me for false advertising... the only philosophy I heard by her I've already quoted. There may be more, but I'm unaware of it.Steve3007 wrote:-1-:I know her name but haven't listened to her music. I'll give it a go.In my esteem it is Edie Brickell who is the singing philosopher.
No need to apologise, I'm the anti-social one (for which I don't apologise either). I do like, respect, admire and am amused by others, and I appreciate that much of humanity's success has stemmed from people hassling each other about what they should do. I simply became bored with others' "shoulds" based on weak evidence.-1- wrote:There are two kinds of us in this sense: one who measures his own worth in the eyes of others, in the reactions he receives from his actions; and the other, who feels independent for self-worth of other's esteem of him.Greta wrote:Well written verse for those inclined to art with that Rockwellesque homey vibe. You are seemingly a romantic. Poor bustard. It's a difficult state of being for a human, with one's happiness always hinging on others' whims.
I learned hard and still haven't accomplished fully to be unapologetic about belonging to the first group.
And changing your own nature is impossible. A leopard can't change the spots on its own leotard. The poor bustard...
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