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Then we came home and squirrels somehow got in all the kids pants.
He said:
Postmodernism – A dogmatic doctrine, often applied to religion, that all ideas must be tolerated and treated as equally valid, except ideas from those who refuse to accept the doctrine that all ideas are equally valid.
Postmodernism has infected not only art, but architecture, music, religion (including Christianity), philosophy, and politics (and probably everything else as well).
I said:
Meh. Postmodernism is a reflection not a cause. Lack of certainty is a human condition exacerbated by the number of options the human brain is given, which multiply naturally with increasing globalism. The man given one option has only to decide yes or no. Given 100 options one has to choose one, or more likely the brain kinda short circuits and refuses to choose; leaving people feeling disconnected, uncertain and uncomfortable. The art reflects the human condition caused by the expansion of knowledge. The only way to stop is isolation, but few choose it. After all, we really don't know what to choose.
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That may be the least flattering description of a doctrine I hold dear I've ever written
Maybe that Crayola thing, is just getting to me:
http://www.npr.org/blogs/pictureshow/201
Still postmodernism isn't simply philosophical tolerance, which I support as well, but they aren't the same thing. A desire to tolerate is naturally born out of a lack of certainty and I think is the most positive outgrowth of the perpetual state of human confusion, but it seems to me the tolerance is rooted in uncertainty, which is rooted in exposure, which is rooted in globalism/expanding knowledge. The root of the problem isn't that you might think someone's religion was ok, but rather that you heard about it in the first place.
Maybe intolerance and ignorance are not merely correlative but causative and in fact necessary to each-others survival. People on all sides of experience guard deeply their unwillingness to experience things outside of what they've decided to believe. You don't see Richard Dawkins out there *trying* to trance out and have a religious experience and you don't see Pat Robertson hanging out a Buddhist temples just to see/feel what they have etc... In order to experience certainty you *have to* limit your potential input and the human brain ultimately craves certainty. So post-modernism it seems to me is the expression of innate inner-turmoil brought on by the expanded experience of global culture. Tolerance is imperative to a diverse world of ideas, but the uncertainty that drives it is personally very uncomfortable. Postmodernism is the expression of that conflict.
Y/N??
Thoughts?
(Tanya? Becca? Who else might care? :) )
- For no discernible reason this post will be bulleted
- Today I got to walk with Dr. Ward. It was wonderful though CREESY that man is in good shape (for what? 65-70?) and of course I had just meandered over to walk without really eating or even putting on my tennis shoes (not really planning to push) when I ran into him, so I walked 4 laps at mach speed in patent leather work shoes on an empty stomach. I tried very hard not to pant. He then went outside to smoke. Why do I even try?
- I think I may have creeped him out with my random memories of everything he's ever said. I asked if he had gone to see the train wreck. He hadn't. I said, "well it was a Norfolk Southern Train" to which he replied, "Oh, I own a lot of stock in that." Perhaps I shouldn't have said, but did, "I know. That's why I mentioned." *shrug* When I find someone interesting, I find them interesting. What can I say?
- He asked if I was a Gemini, pegging a weird behavior of mine as typical and mentioned that he was too. I didn't know that and would not have expected him to be interested enough in sun signs to have a notion. I know. I'm ridiculous.
- Damnit my tea-bag just broke. Now I have to finish it and read the leaves. Wish I could remember what I read last time. Something about a mountain.... damn.
- I have such a love/hate relationship with our tax paper work. I'm excited it all got here, because typically I love doing taxes. (I don't know...) but I have this home energy credit from the new heat system I'm not sure how to claim... and worse, this means it's time to fill out Sidda's financial aid stuff again. That's high pressure stuff. It's at least as complicated as the taxes and higher stakes. I *have to get* this financial aid. I cannot afford this school without it. Still, it should be ok. I'm pretty sure we made less money in 2009 than 2008. (Who didn't?) Course I'm sure the school's endowment took a heck of a hit, so they probably have less to go around. Still Sidda is a very good student and we're genuinely not able to even close to afford her school, so... well here's hoping.
- That reminds me, I got a freelance offer from a fellow in my email today. Looks like a tough job though and I'm not sure I can take it right now. *yawn* I'll sleep first then decide what to do. I hate gigs where someone wants you to find the grant for them and then apply. The chances on that sort of thing are such a freaking long-shot and I always feel like I'm ripping someone off.
- Thanks to last week's snow, two weekends worth of children's activities have been jammed into this coming weekend. It's going to be patently nuts. We're not even trying to keep the girls together. We'd be trying to be 6 places before 3:00 if we did, so we're just divide and conquering. Or... divide and survive, one hopes.
- You cannot get a consistent answer out of grammar book on the plural possessive of "children." I've just tried and MLA and Harbrace actually contradict each other. Just avoid the usage. Just sayin'.
Keep your temper. Even the little nasty things you let slip out hurt people. Learn to bite tongue rather than clench teeth. Be patient with others, even the ones you don't like and kids, who are hard to be patient with. Forgive people, even the ones who never say they are sorry, because it creates peace. Deserve doesn't have much to do with anything. Have a little faith. Remember God is our best self, not someone outside yelling at you. Pass up opportunities for perfection. Stop with the crazy standards for yourself. Just be nicer. Give Love more credit. Go on and feel sorry for yourself sometimes, it's better than being a ticking time-bomb of anger. Stop expecting all the world to protect and cherish your child the way you do and trust yourself to love her "enough" that they don't need to and that's really ok.
Love,
Your inner valentine
I just want you to understand *why.*
(That's Brian trying to join him in death there. And yes, that hit me right in the face... though honestly I was more upset that he threw it that near the camera.)
We couldn't get anything to stick in it without cracking it, so we painted the face on. (Why yes that is my 'branching out'... some things are more important even than beautiful knitting.)
The happy couple
and then there was violence.
And we made snowcream, but we ate that rather than take pictures of it.
No matter how petty people are, I'm surprised the next time they are petty. I really have no one to be angry at but myself. I wish I could see people for who they are instead of seeing reflections of who I am, and expecting them to do what *I* would do.
I guess at the least one can always learn from the poor behavior of others, "I don't want to be like that. What would I do better/differently?" and rise above. (Though it's hard to do that without feeling superior, which isn't helpful.)
If I were raised as they were raised I would do as they have done, I suppose is the best excuse I can make for them.
"Don't be yourself — be someone a little nicer." –– Mignon McLaughlin
(yay)
and a cavity filled...
(yayish?)
Boo, I had a cavity (my old filled had been ground loose and new ick had gotten under it- I only have one cavity really, I just keep getting it over and over again) but yay it's over with. And yay I managed to hack through it without Novocaine, which you know, electricity in my brain awfulness... but it's *over.* Once it's done it's done. I hate the numb feeling for hours afterward.
It was nice in a weird way that they said, "hrm you have a cavity... it won't take long to fix... wanna just hop over here and have it fixed?" OMG the willpower not to run away and say, "No no.... I'll get back to you on that...." But if I'd done that tonight instead of sitting here feeling relieved and knowing it's 6 whole months till I have to see another dental professional, I'd be counting down some other and more dreaded date in my head.
In also good news my hygienist said that I'm flossing really well and my gums are in very good shape. (and for a Lupi, that's super awesome!)
www.redgrammer.com/
Red Grammer gave a concert after international dinner at Sidda's school tonight. It was really fun and reminded me of why I put what I do into that school. They're private and so can be spiritual and yet it's all open and educational and enlightening.
Both girls got to come and it was very fun.
I'll go to sleep tonight with clean healthy teeth. That's a pretty big blessing in a big messed-up world and I am grateful.
General Review of the Sex Situation
Woman wants monogamy;
Man delights in novelty.
Love is a woman's moon and sun;
Man has other forms of fun.
Woman lives but in her lord;
Count to ten, and a man is bored.
With this the gist and sum of it,
What earthly good can come of it?
-Dorothy Parker
(to her teachers)
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http://www.kidwings.com/
here is an owl pellet page
from sidda"
I'm freaking tired of it being winter. Glah. This is why I stay in the south. It's not for the culture...
Lee's picked up the bug of doom now. Dead pool on how long he tales to get pneumonia? He hasn't had it this year and he enjoys having it on Sidda's birthday. It's like a tradition, so he's running a bit early this year.
Gads I'm sick of winter. If nothing is growing and I can't swim or play outside, it could at least snow.
GO PAUL! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! GO VOLCKER!!!
/weird
From bkwrrm_tx
Getting to know you:
What is your favorite brand of shampoo?
Do you use conditioner?
Do you blow-dry your hair?
How frequently do you shave your legs or underarms? (I'm not going to say this is just for the women. If you guys want to answer, go for it).
Does it/would it bother you if your partner didn't shave one or the other regularly?
Liquid soap, body wash or bar soap - which do you prefer?
Poof, wash cloth, hand or brush - which is your method of cleansing?
Mouthwash? Toothpaste? Gnawing on a birch twig? What whitens your teeth?
Would you shower/wash your hair once a week for year, in exchange for $10,000? $100,000? $1,000,000?
What about brushing your teeth? What would be your price?
Any questions you want to add, just for grins?
I heard this song on the radio today and was reminded that it was the first song I sang for Sidda when we came home. She and I sat in the computer room trying to figure each other out and lines from it just were perfect until I sat rocking in the chair and singing and sobbing. (Cause that's what you do with a cranky newborn and 10,000 years of hormones pouring out.)
I have a picture,
pinned to my wall.
An image of you and of me and we're laughing and loving it all.
Look at our life now, tattered and torn.
We fuss and we fight and delight in the tears that we cry until dawn
Hold me now, warm my heart
stay with me, let loving start (let loving start)
You say I'm a dreamer, we're two of a kind
Both of us searching for some perfect world we know we'll never find
So perhaps I should leave here, yeah yeah go far away
But you know that there's no where that I'd rather be than with you here
today
Hold me now, warm my heart (my pour tired heart)
stay with me, let loving start (let loving start)
You ask if I love you, well what can I say?
You know that I do and if this is just one of those games that we play
So I'll sing you a new song, please don't cry anymore
and then I'll ask your forgiveness, though I don't know just what I'm
asking it for
Hold me now, warm my heart (my pour tired heart)
stay with me, let loving start (let loving start)
Everyone's posting these, "Here's my life for the past 10 years!" things. Well, really, I don't want to.
Instead I give you, my life for the past 10 years, in song. *smirk*
Was there a significant event in your life that helped define who you and caused you to re-evaluate your priorities? Submitted By |
I was right.
but... I can't remember what it was I was so worried about loosing anyway.
I keep forgetting to say thank you for the pears! They are heavenly. I just had one and Sid had one yesterday. They are a mess, in a wonderful way.
Lovelove
-us
That's maaaaybe a cynical definition of political tolerance/ontological relativism, but postmodernism is mostly an artistic definition, not a religious or political one, applying to an ironic expression of complete uncertainty and disdain for the over familiar/comfortable and rejection of the notion of an arc of progress or the possibility of an ideal culture/art.
He said: