March 6th, 2007
|08:40 am - Crap.|
A couple of posts across my friends' list and a recent poll in another journal got me thinking about things.
I thought that my Buffett Oracle for the day would help: 21. Hell, I don't know; I don't care.
But, it doesn't. I do care.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: "Livingston Saturday Night", -JB
Then come dancing with me:
294. Dancing in the sunshine, sippin' on that rosé wine.
If we get this house in Japan I should be moving in August-September. I would like to come visit you before we do (even if I am going to be seeing you in Greece next month).
But you don't drink!
I will dance with you, if you'll let me, in Greece. Tell ferrelux
that I'll keep my hands where he can see 'em. . . I would hate to come back from Greece two-dimensional. :)
And yeah, we should certainly see each other before you move out. I might be able to arrange going to see you in Chicago, if that'd be more convenient.
You'll just have to drink for two! But, seriously, please don't. :P
Honest to goodness truth: I have never danced with a man in my life (now for a man...).
I think I will have to pass an edict that as I am turning older than dirt this year there shall be no two-dimensional making of Mr. MJD for all of 2007. Can't say as it'll stick, but I've heard it said I always get what I want. ;)
I was thinking of coming in May but I would have seen you in April and I really need to pack. All June I'll be with my family and getting my tattoo finished so it seems after that is best. The kiddo turns 5 in July this year too, I should do something big for his birthday.
Provided I can get the apartment packed up in May it could be easier for you to visit (I wouldn't have to get a cat sitter). But all our furniture would be packed.
Well, you don't have to worry about putting me up: I suspect my parents would want to see me or something, so I can always sleep there. And bangkokrobot
and I will probably break something if everything isn't packed up, anyway. I get the impression that, as he gets older, he'll be one to wrestle more and more. :)
So, yeah: we'll work it out. No worries.
You'd be surprised at how much he prefers to cuddle. He's on my lap now, winding down for bed.
types: jfjjjjdjhjghfgugggwgkgkggghjjhjkcvxvnznehht765kpjhbv rahrah umcle mik2
As you can see, he is learning to type his name. And he thought your name would be good with a number.
I'm sure we can put you up (air mattress and all that). I was complaining more that there are no couches, chairs, or tables. :D
Hehe. I know he'll be much more gown up than when I last saw him. Probably too heavy to carry around churches with "lotsabuddhas", though. Well, at least for long periods of time. I'm weak :)
And my name does look good with numbers.
He's almost too heavy for me to carry these days (not that I can right now with my surgery), but he is still carriable (is that a word?). But he is growing up very fast. He's learning to read, to write, and says things from left field (like how you can speak Japanese, and he has insisted on typing this: poppa).
Hehe. You'll have him typing online to girls in no time flat :)
I certainly wouldn't want to limit him. Heck, if it's both, that's more options for him! Better chance to find happiness!
|Date:||March 6th, 2007 01:59 pm (UTC)|| |
Yet your mood is 'apathetic', make up your mind, man!! :)
Glad to know I'll be giving a presentation tonight with someone who cares, that might make one of us. :)
Heh. I thought about that :) It does seem oxymoronic. But in a weird way, it's totally not :)
Well, at least not to me :)
|Date:||March 6th, 2007 02:10 pm (UTC)|| |
I understand the ineffibility of your situation.
/I try to use that word as much as possible... :)
Neither one of us uses that word often enough. Most likely because the experience of using it is equally ineffable.
I wonder, can something be "effable"? I mean, aside from women.
|Date:||March 6th, 2007 02:30 pm (UTC)|| |
Well, I would have to argue that 99.9% of things are effable.
Take that as you may...
|Date:||March 6th, 2007 02:45 pm (UTC)|| |
Of course, the majority of those 99.9% of things I do not neccisarly wish to experience the effibility of, but they remain effible nonetheless.
/not that there's anything wrong with that...
//well, I guess there actually is with some of it
Interestingly, if that which is ineffable cannot be spoken of effectively, that which is effable, I suppose, must be spoken of. Thus, if one were, say, to eff something, would they then be required to speak of the effing?
|Date:||March 6th, 2007 03:18 pm (UTC)|| |
I would say that would be dependent on the numinous quality of the effible experience and the (hopeful) communitas experienced among the participants.
you guys are so weird. don't you both have some work to actually do instead of debating the slippery topic of ineffablicity? And if that's not a word, then it really should be. Ha
|Date:||March 6th, 2007 03:43 pm (UTC)|| |
Its amazing how much email can be returned when waiting for eReports to runoff a report. And the wonderful thing about the religoius studies field is that *anything* can be a word.
"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro." -HST
They are weird, aren't they?
At least they're willing to display their weirdness for our amusement though...
We do try and entertain :)
I was just thinking this.
We may have work, but this is totally better :)
If you're not experiencing communitas during your effing, then I'd say that there's a certain noetic quality that you're missing, too.
234. The bad news is the world is ending; the good news is there's a party, but you'd better get here quick!
You're the only person that song lyric is perpetually reminiscent of.
I trust that somewhere you have a suitcase already packed.