I didn't see you online again today so there was no chance to try calling but it would have been difficult anyway since so much #Blotto activity has taken place today.
There's been some question of what's real lately and not so much in terms of personal existentialism but rather whether I do any shapeshifting between Ithaka and any other environment. The fact is I don't but that can get confused and confounded by impressions from my imaginary friends.
I've told you I love you via Skype but that's the same as typing it here just as it is if we were face-to-face.
Zen Yogi: you seem to love many people, Silas
True and I'm happy I have the gift that I can insofar as people in my life are worthy of it and I'm capable of appreciating it. Loving people has almost nothing to do with scoring as if I'm some Beverly Hills cocksman but rather it's the depth of engagement with any individual.
Zen Yogi: you're not some Beverly Hills cocksman?
You're joking, right.
It's the same as saying I love my brothers and sisters since that's an immutable thing and writing it here is the same as saying it anywhere else. You have sisters of your own, CM, and you know how that goes since the love is an impossible thing to change even if it were your desire.
I have many, many imaginary friends so it's not hard to believe I switch personalities constantly but those are personalities I invent as part of a larger montage and whatever I am isn't changed by them. When I speak, it's me and, when Zen Yogi speaks, that's him. He frequently resembles me quite a bit that doesn't change what's real.
All of these imaginary friends are to bring color where it may not otherwise exist. It's tough to get much drier than a blog so they make it my Disneyland.
Zen Yogi: I'm sure Disneyland doesn't have a prick like Simon leGreedyGreed
He would be banned at the gates but he serves a purpose within the motif here. Ithaka does have Tinkerbell, tho.
Zen Yogi: yah but she's real so are you just fuckin' with me?
I'm not clever enough to make all this stuff up as if some complex hoax and that's what leads us back to the glory of the existentialism.
Zen Yogi: talking about existentialism always makes me hungry
I was already hungry, my furry bear buddy.
When we do get to connect, Cadillac Man, there's another glory in the review of a government shutdown although that doesn't hold much interest historically. The premise is the cost of Hurricane Harvey, Hurricane Irma, plus that pipsqueak wall means large financial demands on Congress. I don't believe they will put up with it since that means they take the fall for his crazy ideas and no-one wants to pay for that wall.
It's not a huge concern but maybe it's interesting for review.
Another which may not have so much historical perspective either is the way Trump is getting bushwhacked whether he's right or wrong yet Obama has emerged as the New Age Christ child and treating history like graffiti in that way is an astounding phenomenon. I doubt there's a precedent since media didn't previously have the power to bugger things up this much. The way CNN turned Clinton back into a virgin was a medical marvel.
There won't be much time for blathering since I gas out relatively quickly but it will be cool to yammer with you a little when we get the chance. I love you, mate.
Zen Yogi: are we likely to hear more of I love you as things evolve?
Almost undoubtedly since if you feel it then express it, right. I love you, Yogi.
There's been some question of what's real lately and not so much in terms of personal existentialism but rather whether I do any shapeshifting between Ithaka and any other environment. The fact is I don't but that can get confused and confounded by impressions from my imaginary friends.
I've told you I love you via Skype but that's the same as typing it here just as it is if we were face-to-face.
Zen Yogi: you seem to love many people, Silas
True and I'm happy I have the gift that I can insofar as people in my life are worthy of it and I'm capable of appreciating it. Loving people has almost nothing to do with scoring as if I'm some Beverly Hills cocksman but rather it's the depth of engagement with any individual.
Zen Yogi: you're not some Beverly Hills cocksman?
You're joking, right.
It's the same as saying I love my brothers and sisters since that's an immutable thing and writing it here is the same as saying it anywhere else. You have sisters of your own, CM, and you know how that goes since the love is an impossible thing to change even if it were your desire.
I have many, many imaginary friends so it's not hard to believe I switch personalities constantly but those are personalities I invent as part of a larger montage and whatever I am isn't changed by them. When I speak, it's me and, when Zen Yogi speaks, that's him. He frequently resembles me quite a bit that doesn't change what's real.
All of these imaginary friends are to bring color where it may not otherwise exist. It's tough to get much drier than a blog so they make it my Disneyland.
Zen Yogi: I'm sure Disneyland doesn't have a prick like Simon leGreedyGreed
He would be banned at the gates but he serves a purpose within the motif here. Ithaka does have Tinkerbell, tho.
Zen Yogi: yah but she's real so are you just fuckin' with me?
I'm not clever enough to make all this stuff up as if some complex hoax and that's what leads us back to the glory of the existentialism.
Zen Yogi: talking about existentialism always makes me hungry
I was already hungry, my furry bear buddy.
When we do get to connect, Cadillac Man, there's another glory in the review of a government shutdown although that doesn't hold much interest historically. The premise is the cost of Hurricane Harvey, Hurricane Irma, plus that pipsqueak wall means large financial demands on Congress. I don't believe they will put up with it since that means they take the fall for his crazy ideas and no-one wants to pay for that wall.
It's not a huge concern but maybe it's interesting for review.
Another which may not have so much historical perspective either is the way Trump is getting bushwhacked whether he's right or wrong yet Obama has emerged as the New Age Christ child and treating history like graffiti in that way is an astounding phenomenon. I doubt there's a precedent since media didn't previously have the power to bugger things up this much. The way CNN turned Clinton back into a virgin was a medical marvel.
There won't be much time for blathering since I gas out relatively quickly but it will be cool to yammer with you a little when we get the chance. I love you, mate.
Zen Yogi: are we likely to hear more of I love you as things evolve?
Almost undoubtedly since if you feel it then express it, right. I love you, Yogi.
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