January 28th, 2008
Shitty Photographs
Even though we were friends from school
and he an outgoing personality, he was cold.
“Man is at his furthest remove from the animal as a child, his intellect most human. With his fifteenth year and puberty he comes a step closer to the animal; with the sense of possessions of his thirties (the median line between laziness and greediness), still another step. In his sixtieth year of life he frequently loses his modesty as well, then the septuagenarian steps up to us as a completely unmasked beast: one need only look at the eyes and the teeth.”
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche, Sämtliche Werke: Kritische Studienausgabe
January 28th, 2008 at 1:11 am
When it comes to seekin’ out that speshul person, my opinion has always been that whatever you think you want is bullshit, more than likely unhealthy, and completely idealistic. People lie, people cheat, it’s what they do… And often, one seeks out the person that they think they want, and reality comes and pisses in their cornflakes.
Sera-Look to the loud ones, the ones that when they originally open their mouths, whatever they say repulses ya. Funny thing about ‘dem cats, ninety percent o’ the time, they end up taken right good care o’ ya, if’n ya can see past how they treat others.
I stuck to my guns with one of my theories for once, got me married off to a fine woman.
January 28th, 2008 at 3:48 am
Friedrich Nietzsche may have been more impressed by my septuagenarian neighbor, who is the founding chair of philosophy at La Trobe University in Melbourne. Brian spends some time these days with his young grandchildren, and their friends encouraging them to ask philosophical questions, like “Who owns the air”. He is delighted with their enthusiasm and their uncluttered free thinking philosophical ideas. Of course there is no answer to the question, but that did not deter the enthusiastic band of young people who felt that must come up with an appropriate answer. He is also not a great fan of much of the work of Friedrich Nietzsche.
Best wishes
January 28th, 2008 at 5:01 am
it keeps happening to me Sera…
all those pics, all those people…
what do you with ugly pictures?
do you prefer to burn them or masochistically keep watching at them?
January 28th, 2008 at 6:54 am
Eidur. Are you asking my advice? Burrrn them before they fill up your harddrive.
Lindsaylobe. I love your comment. But I’m guessing Horton Hears a Who’s
Who isn’t the one the founding chair means, who owns the air.
R.T. You’re right, you don’t know what you get from someone
until you finger the pull-tab and take a drink. The loud flavors
like bitter beers or too-sweet grape sodas are ok once in a
while, but I prefer hot sweetened coffee or english black tea
with cream for every day.
January 28th, 2008 at 6:56 am
When I bought my first camera, powered by steam engines, I used to take very random pictures to “use up the last of the film.” I think that explains some of my exes, too.
January 28th, 2008 at 7:04 am
GolfWidow. You are a romantic who slides a rock into her purse thinking it might be a diamond, even knowing most rocks are only rocks? Hugs.
January 28th, 2008 at 10:24 am
Salut Sera un petit coucou rapide en passant, histoire de dire que je ne t’oublie pas ;o)
Big kiss
Inès
January 28th, 2008 at 1:07 pm
thanks for posting me!
a kiss,
sweetie
January 28th, 2008 at 1:16 pm
Hmmm. And yet every so often a photo is amazing and I don’t even remember thinking when I took it. If 1 out of 100 is memorable, I’m happy.
I suppose the comparison with humanoids would be “Why didn’t I ever notice that in her before?” I read a book recently where it was so obvious that the characters who should be loving each other were too familiar as friends to see it.
January 28th, 2008 at 2:00 pm
Oh, you’re so right!!
January 28th, 2008 at 3:50 pm
That must happen to everyone, doesn’t it?