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It has been a while since I had a Heydan poll so here is one. The ten questions.
The Bernard Pivot Questionnaire: These 10 questions originally came from a French series, "Bouillon de Culture" hosted by Bernard. James Lipton host of Bravo's "Inside the Actors Studio" asks these questions to all of his guests. It's amazing what the simple answers to these questions reveal about a person's thoughts, feelings and beliefs.
What is your favorite word?
What is your least favorite word?
What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
What turns you off?
What is your favorite curse word?
What sound or noise do you love?
What sound or noise do you hate?
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
What profession would you not like to do?
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Cut and paste them in to a comment and give me you answers. I will start with my answers (see comments)
I have always been fascinated by the myths of Cupid (Eros/Cupid/Amor). Most people think of him as the cherubic god of love and his arrow that cause love. None of that is what fascinates me and it is almost wholly inaccurate to the Roman mythology. Cupid was in fact a much more complicated idea. Let me explain.
Cupid was born the winged god of love and son of Venus the goddess of beauty and love. Now this is where things start getting interesting. His father was Mars the god of war. So the gods of beauty and chaos are the parents of love.
As time past Cupid would not grow. He remained a cherub. As you can imagine this worried his mother. It was not until Venus had a second son, pathos or passion that cupid grown. For without passion love cannot grow. This was not Cupids only sibling Anteros an avenger of slighted love and the opposer of love, the god who puts obstacles in the path of lovers. These bothers rule lover’s fates.
Now about Cupids bow, that symbol of struck love so popular on St. Valentine’s Day. The arrows were poisonous any mortal who touched the tip would die. You see cupid was his mother’s assassin. For love is deadly dangerous.
It was on one such task for his mother that Cupid fell in love. You see beauty is jealous and the goddess mother of love had seen one she would not allow to live. The mortal woman name Psyche, or soul. Cupid was sent to slay her, but for his love for her he did not, though in his actions he wounded himself with one of his arrows. So deadly was his weapon that even the god of love was left with a wound that would never heal.
Though the whole story of Cupid and Psyche is well worth telling I will stay on the subject of the god of love. Cupid asked only one thing form Psyche, to have faith in him. Fooled by doubt, she failed him and broke his heart. But this was not the end of this story for Psyche so dedicated herself to righting this wrong that she won the attention of Venus. The once jealous goddess was so moved by her faith she reunited the lovers and made them one.
As a representation of abstract ideas and principles the stories of Cupid hold a dramatic narrative in characters, and events. These are fascinating allegories that are belittled by St. Valentine’s Day Cards and or little cherub statuettes. Three thousand years ago they new love was complicated.
Lets talk chocolate. I was just informed that the 28th of this month is National Chocolate day. Just 5 shopping days left. Who make these holidays and why are they not better supported? Personally, like most I have deep feeling for the food known as chocolate. Did you also know the Aztecs had a god of chocolate? Now that was a civilized society. That is all just a quick chocolate note.
Oh and random note found on Jenny’s desk… I am sitting at her desk while she is out. I am still homeless in the office. It is not really that bad, I get to see more of the office this way.
“It was the cry of the carrots. Tomorrow was Harvest Day and it was the Holocaust.”
I think I will sit somewhere else tomorrow.
"There is a principle which is a bar against all information, which is proof against all arguments and which cannot fail to keep a man in everlasting ignorance - that principle is contempt prior to investigation." -Big Book
Tonight a friend is going thru a rough time. Most of us are in I told you so mode. But having thought about it... she is the one who believed the best of someone and was disappointed... we just judge that person ahead of time and if we were wrong would have never known. Guessing the worst about someone will never make you right or them a better person and guessing the best of someone, wrong or not, does make you a better person. Hang in there Sarge!
So I sign the new lease today. I move in on the 1st. No idea how I am going to get it all done in time. Made one decision about Internet, I am going to try cable modem. DSL is all I have had since the dark days of dial up. This means I will have to get cable as well. Not sure about this one.
I have spent many years with out a TV then when I got one I hooked it up to only a DVD play or VCR. This made it really easy to get lots of thing done. It is on of the reason I have so many hobbies I have been able to dedicate time to. I am really hoping this will not change.
If it does I may be going back to DSL quick.
I went and saw Kill Bill last night. It is 110 min of Uma gutting people and arterial bleed so big the laws of biology are more realistic in cartoons. This is a 2-hour trip in to Tarantino’s head. I could hear him going wouldn't it be cool if... her body guard was a school girl who could kick butt... and we had a sword master and a knife fighting mom…and ...
The only thing that really disturbed me was the mother who had brought her children to see the movie.
The law of unintended consequences is one of those universal truths like Murphy’s Law. This weekend at the haunt the owners gave away a pair of tickets to Sunday nights Dallas Stars game. Now while receiving these was in itself a great honor that I will not full explain (Britney and I are sharing a brain) it caused a great amount of stress in my life. Now how can a pair of great seats to a Stars game for free cause undue amounts of stress? That darn law.
You see since I have been single again I have been working two jobs and commuting across the metroplex. This has left very little time for any type of social interaction with the girls. Add to this I have been in a relationship for the last couple of years, most of my friends being busy, and having had no social life to speak of and you get very few options of people to call at the last moment.
So Saturday night I get tickets and am up very late, call it 6am when I get to bed. I awake at about noon and brush my teeth etc. Then it hits me… Allen is taking his girlfriend Shannon. This is a date type thing! Quickly I scan my brain, nothing, six hours of sleep still may have not been enough. Panic starts to set in. Since my brain is no help at the moment I grab my cell phone and scan though the phone list. It surprises me how many people in there no longer live at those places. My brain I guess woke up and ran off to work on other tasks such as thinking about updating my phone list.
I came up with three people who have not moved away, working, or who would not be comfortable with me calling them and asking them out to a Stars game. For example my dentist is a cool person but we are not at that point in the doctor patient relationship. Check the tickets … oh good it is an early game.
Three somewhat incoherent phone messages latter. My brain is showing up and then leaving to nap every couple of minutes. So we have 5 hours till game time and clock is ticking. In a moment of lucidity I think hey let see if Patrick is online. Not exactly the kind of date I was hoping for but right now we are not looking for perfection. He is busy. Ok that 1 down and 2 possibilities left.
So I start thinking maybe I will just not go. I will say I was dead. Remember me mentioning Britney … after what we did I think it would be bad to not go. So there I sat and it hit me… I am going to be the date-less wonder again.
This has happened to me before I went a long time and could not get a date for social events. It was not that I had a restraining order or anything it was just that bad timing thing. But it was amazingly bad. I was now sitting in my living room facing the cold hard reality of being the date-less wonder again.
Just when I started to contemplate on-line dating, I got a call from the carbonated girl. She also is in the date-less wonder world right now. Her date-less ness being on account of her boy is far away. So with just minutes about 120 to spare I was save from 5th wheeldom.
The game was great. Yes, there was a fight. The girls would not have been satisfied without one. Then after we… went to a haunted house and I bought 14 cokes. But then that is another story.
I went to DC for biz this week and I have to say two things. The Washington monument is amazing. It is totally a phallic symbol but it is cool. The second is DC is filled with unhappy people or at lest they seem that way. I guess it is the government work. It is like a whole city of people who work for the post office. I am very much a west coast kid and DC has a real lack of groovy.
Now I know those of you who live there might feel different. If you think I am wrong I am all about someone proving it. True I would like to see the national zoo, the capital, the Smithsonian and other sight. But right now based on the 40-ish hours I just spent I would say that unless you are a tourist DC is not the center of groovy.
Now that I have ended three paragraphs with the word groovy�.
I am done.
"If I came home with a cock, Glen would so leave me." - Brittney
It just does not get any more out of context then this!
Whoosh! Life has been very busy. Right now I am working 30 hours a week at the scary job, and about 24 at the haunt. So this morning I sat down and figured it out.
A week has 168 hours in it.
Work is 30 + 24 so that is 56 hours a week
Say 5 1 hour lunches.
I spend about 15 hours a week driving back and forth to and from work
If I sleep 8 hours a night that is another 56 hours
Church is about 3 hours and say 5 hours a week to shower and get ready in the morning.
That leaves…. 28 hours unaccounted for?
Compiling this list priceless….
I wanted to thank the person who posted this comment. You are standing up for a belief. Dialog is good. With the hope of extending that dialog I am posting my comment on the main page.
Comment made by Missy
I think this artical is tasteless! I agree that Tiger's are born killers and should be left alone as wild animals and should be free to roam. But if you "cheer for death or pain", you have issues and you should seek help!
Me:
True… I am cheering for someone else’s pain. You have a valid point. Roy Horn is fighting for his life. For that he has my prayers. If he dies he will have died doing what he loved. But individual death and pain in the face of extinction is the point. What he has done in life lead him here. The tiger that mauled him will most likely be put to death for Roy Horn forgetting he was a tiger. All true stories end in death, by the species survives. I am worried about the species, both human and tiger. Right now it is tigers that are in trouble.
This is not a case of the innocent tiger attacking the bad human nor the other way around. This is about a species facing extinction and a man who spent his life so far hurting their chances for survival. You could shoot a lot of white tigers before I would be worried about tigers being extinct. You shoot one normal tiger and you better have a really good reason. This is about extinction.
"My sensor botton is rapidly coming unscrewed" -Jenny
I heard an interview with one of my favorite people today, Steve Martin. He was talking about his new book and the process of writing. The phrase “I do things that use my monkey brain” was used to explain what he worked on when he was not in the mood to write. He explains it is the part of your brain that is not creative, but very good at imitating. This is the time when he does things like edit what he has written. I am really bad about not editing what I write, as you can tell if you read heydan often.
The idea of a parallel brain that is good at type of tasks is really fun. It fits the way I think and do a great many things. I have a creative mind that cannot organize things, and an organized part of my mind that struggles when I am asked to think out side the box. Most of the time I have to explain something creative to someone else in order to write it down. I have to say what one mind is thinking aloud for the other mind to hear it and structure it. This is one of the reasons I started to write.
I would like to think I am not a bad person. I would like to think someone else’s pain would not make me happy. But in the case of Roy Horn being mauled by on of his white tigers I not. This made me laugh with glee. You see, in my opinion Siegfried and Roy have done more to hurt the plight of tigers then any 10 big game hunters ever.
Lets start with the “they make great pet’s” part. Siegfried and Roy have spent years teaching people tigers are our friends. They are not. A tiger is a carnivore that eats human sized animals. A tiger is a intelligent, strong and patent hunter. They kill by waiting and stalking. The first time you look into a tiger’s eyes you see animal that is plotting your death. This does not mean they are bad… that is what they do… it is part of nature, no matter what PETA says. In some way Roy got mauled because he forgot this.
Next let cover white tigers. Oh yes they are so cute. Everyone wants to go see the white tiger. If you love tigers you should shutter ever time you see a white one. White tigers are not a color phase. All white tigers are descendants of one animal. Bread back to it offspring and its offspring to each other. They currently are so inbreed they are being born with two chambered hearts and no strips. Isn't that cute. If you want to save tigers from extinction they are useless.
One out of ever 6 tiger in captivity is a white. Tigers cannot be house together in most cases and zoo space is limited. Most zoos have space for less then 4 tigers. There are two species of tiger and most tigers in captivity are mutts of the two. There is a debate in biology weather both spices can be save or if we will have mutt tigers in the future. Each white tiger you see has in some way kept a valuable tiger from being born. There just was not space in the ark.
So when a millionaire yahoo like Roy Horn gets mauled, I like to think the tigers won one. For the moment I am still cheering for the tigers.