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|Thursday, January 12th, 2006|
I just saw Chuck! he has much less hair!
|Friday, May 13th, 2005|
I wonder what would happen if I made a post in here.
|Thursday, November 7th, 2002|
Whoa now. This community was abandoned and now in the past week there's been a sudden proliferation of comments. So, yeah, where'd you guys come from? ...I'm all interested in gratuitous philosophy again....
(By the way... none of us have lj codes. I mean I'd really honestly give you one if we weren't totally picked over. Sorry.)
|Sunday, July 14th, 2002|
I meant to do this a long time ago, but...
Let's all join TiPkids and I'll delete this community so there isn't a schism... cool? Molly and Sam? Well, I'm sorry. It wasn't very interesting anyway. :)
|Wednesday, May 29th, 2002|
|Wednesday, May 15th, 2002|
|Tuesday, May 14th, 2002|
marriage & divorce
- Over 80% of women agree it is more important to them to have a husband who can communicate about his deepest feelings than to have a husband who makes a good living.
- A high percentage of young adults (86%) agree that marriage is hard work and a full-time job.
- Close to nine out of ten (88%) agree that the divorce rate is too high and that the nation would be better off if we could have fewer divorces, with 47% agreeing that the laws should be changed so that divorces are more difficult to get.from here
@ The National Marriage Project
If you want to read something really interesting, check out http://www.no-one-is-married.com
|Monday, April 22nd, 2002|
"To be loved, be lovable," advised Ovid.
...Touching is a crucial aspect of all human relationships. As the main avenue by which the need for intimacy is satisfied, skin contact is biologically essential to an infant. For this reason, perhaps, the nerve fibers that connect the skin to the central nervous system are the most highly developed organs in the newborn baby's body. (Nor is this phenomenon limited to human babies. In a series of famous experiments psychologist Dr. Harry Harlow some years ago separated monkey babies from their mothers and substituted "dummy" mothers. One was built out of a bare wire frame, and another of sponge rubber covered with terry cloth. Both had wooden heads and artificial breasts. In half of each set of "mothers" a contraption enabled milk to be suckled through the breasts. Though it had always been assumed that the satisfaction of suckling was the prime cause of emotional attachment between infants and mothers, Harlow's monkey babies all became attached to the terry-cloth dummies, whether or not they were equipped to give milk. The infant monkeys spent hours clinging to the terry-cloth frames for the pleasure of physical contact alone.)
- Styles of Loving
, Marcia Lasswell and Norman M. Lobsenz
|Friday, April 19th, 2002|
What is happiness? How does it relate to contentment? Is happiness a good thing? Can you control whether you are happy or not? Do outside forces affect it?
Wouldn't it be weird if the government decided to try to enforce happiness? How would they go about it? What would the society be like?
Is happiness more important than truth?
|Friday, April 12th, 2002|
|Thursday, April 11th, 2002|
the relationship lie
I am, logically, naturally, a feminist, but I don't "participate" and I believe that if you stop complaining and prove people wrong then things'll go quicker, so I'm not really part of the "movement" or anything. But GRR this pisses me off. I feel really feminist-y right now. I don't want to hate men, I love them, but I am sick of *such* a patriarchal society ruled by the sexual urges of the male population.
-----Women love to plan, and they want to know where the relationship is headed. They also want to feel as if they've accomplished more than the large number of women you dated before -- such as capturing your heart.
The reason for such a need is that they want to feel special, and if they ever decide to leave you one day, they'll have the comfort of believing that your heart was broken.
Question: "How do you feel about me?" Or more specifically, "Do you love me?"
Historically Wrong Answers: "I suppose so;" "That depends on what you mean by 'love';" "Does it matter to you?;" "Oh baby, I'm so in love with you, I would die if I ever lost you. I love you (tears running down your face)!"
Right Answer: Look straight into her eyes -- and even though this probably isn't true, say, "Yes. I've never been in love before, but I feel that I am truly falling for you." (Practice in front of the mirror if you feel you might choke up or puke at the thought of such words.)
The benefit of admitting you love her is that the sex will be more frequent. On the other hand, the sex will be followed by more cuddling and "let's-talk-about-us" conversations.
Guh, fucking misogynistic bastards. The reason for such a need is that they want to feel special, and if they ever decide to leave you one day, they'll have the comfort of believing that your heart was broken.
That PISSES ME OFF.
Listen closely, all you boys. I don't know about other people, but I'd rather be told the truth even if the real answer will hurt. Don't say something you don't mean.
And, what's more, know that I don't lie about things like that either. So you may think me a bitch if I say something you don't like, but it's just honesty and it's for the best. (And. Believe me. It still fucking hurts a lot.) And you're allowed to change your mind if you mean it, that's not lying. Just don't lie. ... And hit any guys that you meet that think like this: "Practice in front of the mirror if you feel you might choke up or puke at the thought of such words." Then cut his testicles off and see how many women want to sleep with him then.
You and me.
I really do like the ambiguity that English has in its pronouns. There's evidence that says Proto-Indo-European had as many as 6 words for "we"; Vietnamese, depending on the region where the language is spoken, has anywhere from 9 to 13 words for "I" -- think about the nuances possible. But English, with its ridiculously large surplus of nouns and its shortage of pronouns, contains -so much- ambiguity. I love it. Think about it. When I address "you" in this thing, am I speaking to one of you or to all of you? You
don't know. There's no plural marker. No honorific or formality marker either, for that matter. And when I'm talking to "you" how do you
know if I suddenly change the person whom "you" is apposing? You
don't know -- there's no obviative marker.
Some African languages have two pronouns: "I/we" and "you/he/she/it/they." Wrap your
head around that.
Think about how much more we would all know about each other if English had more to do with pronouns.
Think of the trouble we could get into.
Think about how literature would be different.
Think about how much further along the road we'd be. Or would we?
Forcefed integration from the corporation. I don't need this corporation attitude. Doo doo doo!
According to the ACLU (American Civil Liberties Union), at a public high school, minors actually do excerize more civil liberties in a high school than they do ordinarily (thank you Tinker v. Des Moines
). I carry the ACLU student rights in my wallet. I'm well-versed. Now, a few weeks ago, we had these giant sheets of paper, the kind teachers use to decorate their bulletin boards, hanging outside our commons with pens nearby and two signs: one urging us to write whatever was on our minds and then a disclaimer stating that the opinions expressed were not necessarily those of the school. The pages bore mostly Biblical quotes and references, with the occasional comment about 9-11 (both leftist and rightist), and a few stupid little rhymes someone thought were cute. After a month or so of standing, the pages were removed because someone had drawn a swastika, about the size of a floppy disc, upon one of them. Now they're all gone.
According the ACLU, we're allowed to wear red stars, black stars, black flag pins or patches, Soviet flag pins or patches, and any statement so long as the statement isn't vulgar or disruptive. There are several students I have seen wearing swastikas, and seeing as they've had them the entire year and as no one has stopped me from wearing my GDR/USSR pin, or Kyle, Marc, or me from wearing our red star patches or red wristbands, I'm willing to bet no one has talked to these young Nazis.
I think the removal of all those SpeakOut! sheets because of one swastika is completely ridiculous, but would the removal and replacement of the one marked sheet be acceptible? On 5-19, Marc, Kyle, and I are papering the school with leaflets about why Linda Schrenko shouldn't be voted for as well as some information about the Communist Party. I don't doubt that it'll all be taken down (I think we should have a back-up supply to redo what we've done as soon as it's taken down). That's censorship. So was removing the swastika-sheet. Nazism is offensive to most. It hurts people. It hurt me to see that everyday on my way to lunch. But it's an opinion. I support Communism and I know, while there are a few people whom Communism angers but none of whom I know whom it actually HURTS, that it'll make some people uncomfortable. Would the school's removal of our leaflets be justifiable?
(See, I think there's a lot to do with motive that the school can't possibly be open-minded enough to take into account. We're posting these leaflets to agitate and to enlighten. I'm pretty sure the swastika, as it provided no further information besides the symbol, was intended to mark "territory.")
You know, Sarah, I knew about Giuliani wanting to remove the painting, but I heard nothing about it more than it was -- oh, let's see... what did the news call it? I think they said "an unorthodox and possibly lewd representation of the Virgin Mary." Those words in some order (and yes, they did indeed say "the Virgin Mary," but then, they also say "Jesus Christ"). Nothing about vaginas or cowdung. That's censorship in the very definition our sophomore history book refers to as "Communist censorship" (no bias there - no, sir): we're not allowed to hear the truth about the censhorship. Psht.
P.S. - There's a copy of this on the Forum.
P.P.S. - Should I register another Forum page? This one is getting hard for me to access... and the time between posts is kinda depressing when I do find the time to come.
|Thursday, April 4th, 2002|
|Wednesday, April 3rd, 2002|
Why do -you- believe in God?
|Friday, March 29th, 2002|
Posts about sexual orientation
that have come up in the past couple of days: mine, Molly's, Elena's (she's a TIPster from West). It's food for thought, maybe. This is, doubtlessly, one of the biggest prejudices in America today, as shown by Elena's post.
I read a really fascinating article while I was wasiting to get my allergy shot. It was about the brain and religion. Three major things I got from it-
Deep prayer and meditation deactivates certain lobes of the brain that deal with our ability to percieve space/time/self. That's why we feel as if we are one with the universe. Among other things.
Seeing religious "visions" can be attributed to frontal lobe epilepsy. This can happen during periods of extreme stress, unhappiness, etc. Which could explain why people find God during those times.
The last line was the most interesting to me. It was "And yet the questiong remains whether the wiring in our brain allowed us to create God or whether God created the wiring in our brain. I guess that's just a matter a faith."
|Thursday, March 28th, 2002|
Sarah and I were talking about this article my English teacher pointed out to me in the paper a while ago. She doesn't believe it's real :) I swear it is -
ZekeArq: i heard this awful story about a woman who died because she thought it was the second coming... honest story... she was driving down the freeway in Arkansas (ooh... sorry John :-)) and she saw a man dressed in robes by the side of the road with his arms uplifted and a dozen smiling nudes floating above, slowly upward toward heaven...
Ontoe13: that's horrible!
ZekeArq: turns out...
ZekeArq: it was a college student going to a toga party with a pickup truck full of helium filled blow-up dolls. he hit a bump, they went up, and he got out to try to catch them. and she flung herself out of the car.