That which took place on 9/11 with my squeeze at the time is a snapshot and is specifically not a portrait.
It would be just as fair ... and just as incomplete ... to tell a story of the same person's joys with grandchildren. It wouldn't be any more a portrait than the other but it would be prettier from a Disney sense even if it would have no more virtue in the sense of a comprehensive portrait.
If you want to be beautiful all the time, it seems the only way in the modern time is to grow an ass like Kardashian and release low-quality porno movies.
Not everyone will appear well as I wander about through weird events of life as I don't seek nostalgia so much as clarity. There were many things which were suppressed and some which I should have resisted, a smaller number I should have resisted with everything in me.
Why not be equally upset at my review of JFK. He's one of the great gods of the Democrats but what did he really do ... not that much. (I will credit him with 'vim and vigor,' however. He's the last I recall saying anything about the physical health of school kids.)
Something that really got me blasted was when I didn't come back to Cincinnati when my ol' Dad croaked. Apparently they aren't insane and I don't think it requires any further validation that I am. I couldn't talk to anyone then anymore than I have been able to do it just now. I could talk to people a little bit at work but it was just mouths opening and closing in a movie that had no point. I could keep the machine moving because everything would fall apart if I didn't and I would fall apart if I let it. Everything was like that and still is. If I think about it for too long then it will disintegrate all over again. Machines made sense. Nothing else did. (I suspect this type of suborg consciousness is much more pervasive now than people realize. In effect, there's comfort in a machine even though you hate what it does ... the comfort is predictability.)
When you have lived in a continuous reality, it seems so solid. Perhaps that's good if you need it but never make the mistake it's real.
After it all, there are only three things that remain: light, love, and music
The irony is that many people find these the hardest to make real when they're most solid things we know. All we need do is appreciate them. Everything else disappears.
Maybe other people don't see things like that but I never saw them any other way.
Here's another pic of the same squeeze from the intro: we were swimming out to a little island near a larger island but she got into a panic. No question she was going to go down. This called for the Silas Lifesaving Skills which I had not previously known I possessed and I was bringing her back in to shore. That's when some swimmers will start fighting and then the Lifesaver has to think, geez, I don't want to hit her but it's the only way to do it. Fortunately she got cool so there was no hitting and I brought her on in. On with a groovy Caribbean day.
(That really is what you do with a panicked swimmer. It sucks but you calm them down or they die.)
Here's another one as you can only see a whale for the first time with one person. There's a magic you never imagined and I hope everybody someday has that privilege, to really appreciate these majestic creatures. Of course I remember a moment like that.
But there was comedy. There was only one whale in the area ... but ... there were five or six tourboats watching it. It's absolutely forbidden to approach the whale or intimidate it in any way so all stayed a respectable distance. It wasn't a humpback whale so it wasn't one for leaping from the water but at least you could take pictures of the other boats.
Snapshots of anyone's life are many. How many it takes to make a portrait. Your call.
It would be just as fair ... and just as incomplete ... to tell a story of the same person's joys with grandchildren. It wouldn't be any more a portrait than the other but it would be prettier from a Disney sense even if it would have no more virtue in the sense of a comprehensive portrait.
If you want to be beautiful all the time, it seems the only way in the modern time is to grow an ass like Kardashian and release low-quality porno movies.
Not everyone will appear well as I wander about through weird events of life as I don't seek nostalgia so much as clarity. There were many things which were suppressed and some which I should have resisted, a smaller number I should have resisted with everything in me.
Why not be equally upset at my review of JFK. He's one of the great gods of the Democrats but what did he really do ... not that much. (I will credit him with 'vim and vigor,' however. He's the last I recall saying anything about the physical health of school kids.)
Something that really got me blasted was when I didn't come back to Cincinnati when my ol' Dad croaked. Apparently they aren't insane and I don't think it requires any further validation that I am. I couldn't talk to anyone then anymore than I have been able to do it just now. I could talk to people a little bit at work but it was just mouths opening and closing in a movie that had no point. I could keep the machine moving because everything would fall apart if I didn't and I would fall apart if I let it. Everything was like that and still is. If I think about it for too long then it will disintegrate all over again. Machines made sense. Nothing else did. (I suspect this type of suborg consciousness is much more pervasive now than people realize. In effect, there's comfort in a machine even though you hate what it does ... the comfort is predictability.)
When you have lived in a continuous reality, it seems so solid. Perhaps that's good if you need it but never make the mistake it's real.
After it all, there are only three things that remain: light, love, and music
The irony is that many people find these the hardest to make real when they're most solid things we know. All we need do is appreciate them. Everything else disappears.
Maybe other people don't see things like that but I never saw them any other way.
Here's another pic of the same squeeze from the intro: we were swimming out to a little island near a larger island but she got into a panic. No question she was going to go down. This called for the Silas Lifesaving Skills which I had not previously known I possessed and I was bringing her back in to shore. That's when some swimmers will start fighting and then the Lifesaver has to think, geez, I don't want to hit her but it's the only way to do it. Fortunately she got cool so there was no hitting and I brought her on in. On with a groovy Caribbean day.
(That really is what you do with a panicked swimmer. It sucks but you calm them down or they die.)
Here's another one as you can only see a whale for the first time with one person. There's a magic you never imagined and I hope everybody someday has that privilege, to really appreciate these majestic creatures. Of course I remember a moment like that.
But there was comedy. There was only one whale in the area ... but ... there were five or six tourboats watching it. It's absolutely forbidden to approach the whale or intimidate it in any way so all stayed a respectable distance. It wasn't a humpback whale so it wasn't one for leaping from the water but at least you could take pictures of the other boats.
Snapshots of anyone's life are many. How many it takes to make a portrait. Your call.
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