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I'm afraid you'll have to spell it out. But I'm known to have a rather exceptional lemon chicken recipe.
mr p mr p...take your mind off the food. that lemon chicken is making me hungry. i tried to fix that last week and it bombed. in a bad way.
consider this ---> imagine a life where you accept whatever breaks in life are served to you. imagine, when a life comes to you that is not the way you had it in your dreams....could you live it, just the way it is served? in what ways could you? in what ways could you not? what is acceptable? what is not? is there any common ground for all of us?
But are that desires which formed those dreams trustworthy?
I'll give you my recipe for the chicken, should you desire. It's rather simple and bound for success. Personally, I think the batter needs improves, but the sauce is divine.
But are the* desires..
This boredom is starting to become a serious issue. Ah, oh well, suppose I'll have to implement certain meditative techniques I've been wary of. Let's elaborate, shall we? There's a place you keep to yourself when discussing with me. Something that, when I ask about, you won't explain. Which is fair and good, I have no right to tread where you don't want me to, but this denies information for my calculations. Information which, without, cannot be accurate. I'll continue to dance around it at your wish, but keep it in mind. Course I could be talking out my ass, but the more boredom comes, the more ostentatious I become. I'm looking to get a rise out of you, you see, to give us more things to talk about.
Anyway. Your questions are rather broad, my dear broad. I fear you'll have to better explain or break things down. Common ground, however, is something I may be able to address. Should it exist, I might assume reality would be our common ground. I might even assume our minds are comprised of the same basic components, and through that our psyche. This implies limits to our minds, things they are capable of and things they are not. Further, that when one understands the basics fully, they can understand all the states of mind resulting from combination of those components. Both good and bad. But of course, these are all assumptions, things I prefer not to deal in.
So what are acceptable ways to live? Well, personally, my opinion is that we live based on how we perceive is the best way to live matched against our ability to match that ideal. And that the more we accept, the less we delude ourselves about, the more capable we are at handling reality. But what proof do I have there is a reality, that you and I aren't some dream of a cosmic muffin? Life could be anything, so what do I do? Well, I do what I can, what I have to assume is real simply because I have no other choice. And for this reason, I'm very forgiving. We do what we think is best for ourselves matched against our abilities, everyone does it. Even the craziest, child raping mass murderer, I hope, is doing the best they can. If not, I'm probably missing something.
well mr p,
i was raised around so many brothers and uncles, that i am a master of restraint when it comes to you trying to get a rise out of me, but i have to say you have a remarkable mind. this thread was intended for others to join in, but perhaps you've said what everyone else was going to say, so most likely they are sitting around nodding their heads and thinking to themselves, "yep yep- that mr p has this conversation in the tank."
I certain hope that's not the case. I can see quite a great deal of elaboration, refinement, and other things needed for answering your questions. But, if we just sit around congratulating each other, what answers will we find?
Em, and what's this book about? Maybe I can help? I'm bored.
Hey, Mr P, do you realize how often you declare that you are "bored"?! It's a sad mantra.
If you focus your refined philosophic and analytical abilities on this, you may be able to nail the root cause, and thus free yourself from it, like someone putting a silver stake through the heart of the vampire.
As Robert Louis Stevenson wrote,
The world is so full of a number of things
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Banish boredom!
He's probably just tired or hungry, but I'd bet on tired.
Yes, I do. I say it often when I am bored, hoping to find someone in a similar situation so that we might combine our efforts in seeking some distraction till we die. Unfortunately that's rarely the case. And yes, I certainly am seeking a solution to this, and may have found it, but it is one I find difficult to achieve. While the world is full of many things, those I've determined worth doing, again, are difficult in an unmanageable sort of way.
I wrote out a really neat long one, the computer ate it, I'll do it again later. This is a subject close to my heart.
Guess which way I'm going to go Mitts.
I'll try now...
First, Mr. P, boredom is the result of a fairly competent mind doing nothing. It is 100% the fault of the bored. Unless you consider your time to be of such astounding value that nothing is worthy of it, simply pet a puppy. A day is a complete waste unless you learn something, speak softly with a friend, see a flower and have a small argument. Oh, on that subject, if the three of us are ever sitting at the same table, I'd suggest you don't call my friend Mitts a broad.
Mitts, what can we take that which is not planned? I knew exactly what I was going to do, I knew where I was going to do it. I knew who I was going to do it with. Then I marched off to serve my country as all in my family had better. I've told you, Mitts, the story of how the "cool guys" led me to special forces, that led to the degree in agriculture, which led to the job in Ireland, which led to the job in Mexico which led to the job in Cambodia, which led to a forerunner of Blackwater.. which led to............ As the guy said, "Not in Monty's plan a'tall" I've also told you how eight times in Timbucto led to retirement.....
My baby sister Cindi wanted to be a vet since she was six. She got into Miss Rodeo America contest and strutted out with a full ride scholarship to the U of her choice. She worked her fingers to the bone while getting a BS in animal husbandry and parked all the money she could grasp. She was accepted to vet school, and became Cindirae Victrina Johnson DVM..She married the man of her dreams, had two pretty neat kids, and was killed by a drunk driver. Not a chance that Roger, Lance and Marcy Vicks had that planned. But they cowboy'd up and did what was necessary to continue living and progressing. Roger is retired, Lance is a vet, and Marcy is a school principal.
Mitts, you met my li'l mechanic Brit. Her grandpa parked his spray plane and slid upon his Harley. During the wreak, the handlebar went through the helmet strap and he hasn't moved anything except his right hand since. He is a bookkeeper, and a good one.
What you can take outside your plans very simply depends on your courage. If you are fit to shoot, you probably shouldn't be shot, however, if you are not fit to shoot, maybe you should be a target. Old adage, when given lemons, make lemonade..
Only your own death should be an excuse for not achieving something. And when you do die, do not let them mourn. Let them say, "He (She) LIVED!! BY GOT HE LIVED!"
First, Mr. P, boredom is the result of a fairly competent mind doing nothing. It is 100% the fault of the bored.
Hear! Hear! I agree 100% with Terry and am astounded that you should be bored with so much life and beauty abounding. People are the most intriguing organisms on earth. There are billions of us out here; surely, one of us can keep you amused.
Broad, broad, broad, broad. I rarely mock strangers. And certainly you're right but I've run into a wall that isn't easily scaled and painful to progress upon, a delicate process which, the wrong step taken, I may fall again. I suppose it's a once bitten twice shy thing, but you'd have to comprehend the gravity of the situation which, myself being part of for quite some time now, still don't. Real head scratcher this one. As to finding someone to interest me, well, I'd be glad to find that person, but few people remain interested in my interests for very long. And no, I don't consider my time ssssssssssoooooooo valuable, I just like to do things in order and until this problem gets the hell out of my way, I'm stuck here.
The problem will only get out of the way when you move it.
if you wait for the right conditions in life to come to you before you engage, then you'll always be bored. engage with what there is. acceptance is a huge slice of life. i know this is a cliche, but learning to accept what you cannot change, changing what can be changed and learning the difference between the two are all helpful tools. i don't know the details of the hell you are waiting to get out of your way, but there comes a time when each of us must rise up and move it out of the way. oh, oops, i see merc already told you that. i'd be willing to bet everyone in this post has had to move their own mountain of hell at some point. while i can't tell you when to start moving it, i can say with certainty that engaging in life (which includes moving that mountain of hell out of your way) is far more embracing than waiting for life and amusement to come to you. as seemingly uncaring as many our posts in this thread sound--> if people didn't care for you, they wouldn't be spending time in here sharing such sage advice.
or as my gramma would say: get the bucket out and let's go dig for worms.
this was one of her many cures to this: idle hands=idle mind=idle heart.
"Obey the rules !"
Canadian Graffiti
Actually Mitts, that is: "Give me the strength to change the things I can change, the courage to accept the things I cannot change, and the wisdom to hide the bodys of the jerks that really piss me off"
I read something oncet upon a time that I really like on this subject.
I always waited for the problems to end so my life could begin. I waited until the situation changed, then my life could begin. There was always something in the way of my life begining. Now that I'm old, I understand that the problems WERE my life.
Don't be carried to your grave. No, not by a long shot, approach your graveside in a stolen car, lock all four wheels, slide to a stop broadside to the gaping hole and scream to all present, "MAN, WHAT A RIDE!!"
...or as Dylan Thomas pleads:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
etc., etc., etc.........
I'd like to add to 'cape diem,' which I've embraced for many a long year, what I found at an anarchist bookfair this year on a button I have worn since the recent election, -- age quod agis -- which mean something like: down to business.
Probably all this could be said simply, in one of those cliques we all heard from our parents: Don't put of till tomorrow what you can do today.
peace,
Peter
Carpe Tenebrum
Carpe Tenebrum (uncorrectly, Seize the darkness in Latin) is the black/death metal soloproject of the former Dimmu Borgir and Covenant guitarist Jamie Stinson, better known as Astennu. Very little has been heard of the project since the release of the third album, Dreaded Chaotic Reign, in 2002.
Okay Mitten.
I know I've been absent, but why do you get to delete the poems? What did I miss?
Steevo
Em, don't want me raging, it brings out the voodoo in me. Anyhoo, the problem, you must understand, is nothing external. From a very tender age I had to be very attentive to my surroundings, whether or not I was born intelligent is arguable, but that I needed to become so to survive, is not. My problems were not few. One might hear many different versions of abused children, many reasons a person later in life becomes flawed, I had most of those reasons and a few curve balls. Now, for whatever reason, this did more good than harm. But later circumstances in life played my specific vulnerabilities and turned my strengths against me. When I really think about it, it's fucking hilarious how precise the attack was. My qualms with fate aside, my mind began destroying itself. Too much reckless tinkering, experimentation, moving of mountains I didn't comprehend. Now digging my way out has been far more difficult than in. In a precarious situation as it is, a false step, in combination with already present destructive habits, might take the last of my self control.
So yes, seize the darkness. I assure, if you don't, it will seize you.
Latin age quod agis
Literal translation: do what you do [in the second person singular, so addressed to one person, not a group].
Can have quite different overtones of meaning according to the context. For example:
Get on with it, do what you have to do. [As the condemned man might say to the official beheader].
Do what you do best. [i.e. in modern business-management-speak: 'stick to the knitting'].
Mind your own business [i.e. don't interfere with mine]
Attend to your business [i.e. stop neglecting it]
Make yourself busy. [Look active].
Show us what you can do. [i.e. show us your special skill]
It doesn't really overlap with the range of meanings of carpe diem : e.g. seize the day, act now, take your opportunities, strike while the iron's hot, don't delay, don't waste your youth, etc.
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Thanks Peter, should be Carpe Tenebrarum then?
ian,
i was adding it to, not equating with...but thanks for sharing some of its range with us...
cheers,
peter
ps
Ak baš mora hrvatski, onda bi bilo "Carstvo tame" , al bi , da sam u bandu, uzela ime na lat.: "Imperium tenebrarum". Imam ja još lijepih ideja, al su sve na latinskom, recimo: "Ex tenebris"..to bi mi bilo prvo ime za band kad bi birala.
vec vidjeno,kliseji....,znam bendove MUNDANUS IMPERIUM;CARPE TENEBRARUM,INFERNAL TENEBRA, i slicno...
L. Nimoy
So.... that would be in Vulcan?
I always liked "Bellum amicitia, mors advena"
mr p,
so this was the post that shed light on the darkness. i'm ill-equipped to say anything brilliant that would help you dig out, but i get what you are saying.
I hope, my dear, that you never do. At least through the methods which I learned of it. So. How are you?