Smoke
Done here.
I was reluctant to call the kettle black.
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Katzpur
Not your average Mormon
I'm so jealous!
cardero
Citizen Mod
Only Pat can call the kettle black.I was reluctant to call the kettle black.
Don Penguinoini
Modi.
Those aren't little known facts; those are things everybody knows.
Well... ok. My school should be turned into a war shelter, it looks like one.
There are Federal scholarships for the culturally deprived that are intended for folks just like you, Josh!
cardero
Citizen Mod
I applied for this once, the scholarship pays you in singles.
ROFLMAO!!!
Let's see if we can give this thread a bump:
When in university, I was in the habit of finding professors I admired and then taking as many courses from those professors as I could. I figured a great professor could make even a dull subject rewarding.
But I was very unwilling to take a course with a professor who didn't meet my standards. I never gave such professors a second chance. If they said something I thought was bunk, intellectually dishonest, or showed sloppy thinking, I'd drop their course the same day.
My first wife was startlingly pretty. The very first time I saw her was when she walked into a room full of people, and almost instantly the room quieted when the people shut up to look at her.
We were together for eight years before we married and I had plenty of time to come to terms with the fact my attraction to her was almost entirely sexual -- that I really didn't care for her all that much apart from the sex and the beauty. But I kept lying to myself about that and married her anyway. That experience taught me how easy it is for me to delude myself and how catastrophic it can be when I do.
Some years ago, I had one of the most intimately beautiful days of my life. Six of us drove three and a half hours West through the mountains and then down into the San Luis Valley to reach a remote, isolated resort. The resort is one of the most beautiful places in Colorado. It is laid out on the side of a mountain and revolves around nine outdoor pools fed by natural hot springs.
There are no nearby cities and the resort is kept as primitive and close to nature as is feasible for a resort. The place is so beautiful that some people treat it as sacred, and so you hear people speak in whispers -- as if in a cathedral.
After the six of us reached the resort, we spent most of the day soaking together in the upper pool -- which is the pool furthest up the mountain. The air was fresh and crisp. The loudest noise was the wind through the ponderosa -- which sounded like a river. Eventually, three mule deer came down from the mountain to graze beside the pool. In the late afternoon, when the sun was red in the sky, the coyotes began to call to each other.
That afternoon, Jackie fell asleep next to me in the shallow water, her head raised up on a smooth rock, her body beneath the surface on a bed of moss and stone. The sun danced over the shape of her beneath the water, and I thought she was beautiful beyond words.
After we came back from the pool, Jackie and I somehow ended up at nightfall sitting together on the porch of the Oak House to watch a comet -- which was in the sky that year. Since the resort was clothing optional, neither one of us was wearing anything and it got chilly. Jackie brought out a blanket and covered both of us with it. Then she began talking about her life.
Jackie was 17 in that year -- the year of the comet -- and the part of her life she most wanted to talk about was her relationships with boys. Over the course of two hours, she told me everything she could think to say about boys, how they treated her, and how she treated them.
Finally, she summed up all she'd been at length to say: "What do boys want, Phil? What do I have to do? I'll change myself anyway I must change, but I need to know what boys want?"
When Jackie had been absorbed in talking, a part of me had felt she was almost blasphemous in her disregard for the night. In the crystal darkness, you could see the colors in the stars. There were thousands of stars, and Jackie's voice seemed somehow to rub against them, though the stars were infinitely silent. Why couldn't she be as silent inside herself as the stars above us?
I put those thoughts aside, though, and struggled to answer her. "Jackie, the boys who really love you want you as you are. They will not want you to put on a mask or an act for them. They will want the miracle that is you. So, the best, most generous thing you can do for those who really love you is to be genuine. Is to stay true to yourself. In that way, you will give them what they want."
We spoke a few more words to each other and then fell together into silence. The moon had set some time before and now the comet trailed luminous dust far above the San Luis. Jackie lifted her binoculars -- which she hadn't used until then -- and gasped.
When in university, I was in the habit of finding professors I admired and then taking as many courses from those professors as I could. I figured a great professor could make even a dull subject rewarding.
But I was very unwilling to take a course with a professor who didn't meet my standards. I never gave such professors a second chance. If they said something I thought was bunk, intellectually dishonest, or showed sloppy thinking, I'd drop their course the same day.
My first wife was startlingly pretty. The very first time I saw her was when she walked into a room full of people, and almost instantly the room quieted when the people shut up to look at her.
We were together for eight years before we married and I had plenty of time to come to terms with the fact my attraction to her was almost entirely sexual -- that I really didn't care for her all that much apart from the sex and the beauty. But I kept lying to myself about that and married her anyway. That experience taught me how easy it is for me to delude myself and how catastrophic it can be when I do.
Some years ago, I had one of the most intimately beautiful days of my life. Six of us drove three and a half hours West through the mountains and then down into the San Luis Valley to reach a remote, isolated resort. The resort is one of the most beautiful places in Colorado. It is laid out on the side of a mountain and revolves around nine outdoor pools fed by natural hot springs.
There are no nearby cities and the resort is kept as primitive and close to nature as is feasible for a resort. The place is so beautiful that some people treat it as sacred, and so you hear people speak in whispers -- as if in a cathedral.
After the six of us reached the resort, we spent most of the day soaking together in the upper pool -- which is the pool furthest up the mountain. The air was fresh and crisp. The loudest noise was the wind through the ponderosa -- which sounded like a river. Eventually, three mule deer came down from the mountain to graze beside the pool. In the late afternoon, when the sun was red in the sky, the coyotes began to call to each other.
That afternoon, Jackie fell asleep next to me in the shallow water, her head raised up on a smooth rock, her body beneath the surface on a bed of moss and stone. The sun danced over the shape of her beneath the water, and I thought she was beautiful beyond words.
After we came back from the pool, Jackie and I somehow ended up at nightfall sitting together on the porch of the Oak House to watch a comet -- which was in the sky that year. Since the resort was clothing optional, neither one of us was wearing anything and it got chilly. Jackie brought out a blanket and covered both of us with it. Then she began talking about her life.
Jackie was 17 in that year -- the year of the comet -- and the part of her life she most wanted to talk about was her relationships with boys. Over the course of two hours, she told me everything she could think to say about boys, how they treated her, and how she treated them.
Finally, she summed up all she'd been at length to say: "What do boys want, Phil? What do I have to do? I'll change myself anyway I must change, but I need to know what boys want?"
When Jackie had been absorbed in talking, a part of me had felt she was almost blasphemous in her disregard for the night. In the crystal darkness, you could see the colors in the stars. There were thousands of stars, and Jackie's voice seemed somehow to rub against them, though the stars were infinitely silent. Why couldn't she be as silent inside herself as the stars above us?
I put those thoughts aside, though, and struggled to answer her. "Jackie, the boys who really love you want you as you are. They will not want you to put on a mask or an act for them. They will want the miracle that is you. So, the best, most generous thing you can do for those who really love you is to be genuine. Is to stay true to yourself. In that way, you will give them what they want."
We spoke a few more words to each other and then fell together into silence. The moon had set some time before and now the comet trailed luminous dust far above the San Luis. Jackie lifted her binoculars -- which she hadn't used until then -- and gasped.
I'll give this a shot.
I would say the first one is that I hate talking about myself, my feeling or anything of the sort. In fact this is the fourth time I have writen a reply to this thread but have deleted it everytime because I don't like talking about myself. It makes me feel extremly uncomfortable.
I would say the first one is that I hate talking about myself, my feeling or anything of the sort. In fact this is the fourth time I have writen a reply to this thread but have deleted it everytime because I don't like talking about myself. It makes me feel extremly uncomfortable.
blackout
Violet.
And I am such a shareaholic that I can't hardly think of anything to tell
that I haven't already shared in one way or another since I've been here.
Phil's deeper and beautifully written post up above has challanged me
to dig deeper myself. I'll be back with something later. :rainbow1:
(actually I do have one pretty funny story in mind!)
I hate balloons. I hate the sound of them, and I cringe every time balloons are blown up in my immediate vicinity.
I am also embarrassingly forgetful of things unless they are written down on our wall calendar....and even then, I'll still forget things.
I have a tendency to "double book" my schedule, too, and for no other reason than to say "why not?" It is irresponsible, but it is quite normal for me to be on the phone with a colleague/friend, see my Thursday filled up in the evening, be invited to something or other on Thursday evening, and I'll say "OK, I'll be there" while still looking at my already filled Thursday evening.
I hang my clothes all facing the same direction and in groups. I also put my money in my purse all facing the same way and in 1's, 5's, 10's, etc.....minor OCD, but definitely noticeable.
Every time I get in and out of the car, I knock the door twice with my knuckles. I don't know why I do that, but I just do.
I also jingle my car keys before locking the car door. I KNOW why I do that.....it's a physical reminder to myself not to lock the keys in the car. I've done that once in my life, and the experience was something I don't ever want to have to go through again! LOL
I have one wisdom tooth, and it still needs to be pulled out. It's also the only wisdom tooth I've ever had and will ever have. And it surfaced in my 30's. For a long time, I used to tease other people when they'd go get their wisdom teeth pulled and say that I was more evolved than them.
Peace,
Mystic
I am also embarrassingly forgetful of things unless they are written down on our wall calendar....and even then, I'll still forget things.
I have a tendency to "double book" my schedule, too, and for no other reason than to say "why not?" It is irresponsible, but it is quite normal for me to be on the phone with a colleague/friend, see my Thursday filled up in the evening, be invited to something or other on Thursday evening, and I'll say "OK, I'll be there" while still looking at my already filled Thursday evening.
I hang my clothes all facing the same direction and in groups. I also put my money in my purse all facing the same way and in 1's, 5's, 10's, etc.....minor OCD, but definitely noticeable.
Every time I get in and out of the car, I knock the door twice with my knuckles. I don't know why I do that, but I just do.
I also jingle my car keys before locking the car door. I KNOW why I do that.....it's a physical reminder to myself not to lock the keys in the car. I've done that once in my life, and the experience was something I don't ever want to have to go through again! LOL
I have one wisdom tooth, and it still needs to be pulled out. It's also the only wisdom tooth I've ever had and will ever have. And it surfaced in my 30's. For a long time, I used to tease other people when they'd go get their wisdom teeth pulled and say that I was more evolved than them.
Peace,
Mystic
mrscardero
Kal-El's Mama
I am not into sappy movies.
I worry more about others then myself.
I am cheap. Dollar menus and dollar stores are the bomb diggiddy.
I worry more about others then myself.
I am cheap. Dollar menus and dollar stores are the bomb diggiddy.
methylatedghosts
Can't brain. Has dumb.
Fact about myself:
I don't know if I have any mysterious unknown facts about myself...
Either I'm not very interesting or I tell people too much lol
I don't know if I have any mysterious unknown facts about myself...
Either I'm not very interesting or I tell people too much lol
I have lived in Asia most of my adult life, when I lived in the USA I always lived in Chinatown because it felt more safe to me.
I have only been gainfully employed for 5 years as I spent the last 23 years being a monk and in university.
You would never know it from RF but I am capable of great kindness and compassionate beyond your greatest expiations and my door is always opened to anyone who needs help or just a sanctuary to escape the world for awhile.
I have no goals, hopes or dreams, I strictly live in the moment.
I have a federal felony record and I am a "person of interest" and can never work in the USA professionally let alone get a job at McDonald's to spite the level of my education.
My felony record is for:
misleading law enforcement officials
obstruction of justice
criminal deception
obstructing an on going investigation
Being untruthful to federal agents (immigration officers)
And a few other things I can't remember at the moment
My actual offence was leading immigration officers away from a Chinese family I was hiding so they would not be deported back to China and the horrible living conditions they had in the past as they are not 100% ethnically Chinese. Needless to say I spent a day in jail and the Chinese community bailed me out and got me a lawyer. I had my passport seized for 3 years and was put on probation during which time I had to work as labor in the Chinese community as they were the only ones who would (till this day) employ me. The good news is the family I hid is still in the USA and have had the opportunity to get green cards during an amnesty, however my record is for life but I would gladly do it again for anyone.
I write a letter to every new president of the USA and ask for a pardon for my felony on the basis of my humanitarian efforts even if they were misguided.
I will return to the USA 3 times in my life when my Grandmother, Grandfather and Father die.
I have only been gainfully employed for 5 years as I spent the last 23 years being a monk and in university.
You would never know it from RF but I am capable of great kindness and compassionate beyond your greatest expiations and my door is always opened to anyone who needs help or just a sanctuary to escape the world for awhile.
I have no goals, hopes or dreams, I strictly live in the moment.
I have a federal felony record and I am a "person of interest" and can never work in the USA professionally let alone get a job at McDonald's to spite the level of my education.
My felony record is for:
misleading law enforcement officials
obstruction of justice
criminal deception
obstructing an on going investigation
Being untruthful to federal agents (immigration officers)
And a few other things I can't remember at the moment
My actual offence was leading immigration officers away from a Chinese family I was hiding so they would not be deported back to China and the horrible living conditions they had in the past as they are not 100% ethnically Chinese. Needless to say I spent a day in jail and the Chinese community bailed me out and got me a lawyer. I had my passport seized for 3 years and was put on probation during which time I had to work as labor in the Chinese community as they were the only ones who would (till this day) employ me. The good news is the family I hid is still in the USA and have had the opportunity to get green cards during an amnesty, however my record is for life but I would gladly do it again for anyone.
I write a letter to every new president of the USA and ask for a pardon for my felony on the basis of my humanitarian efforts even if they were misguided.
I will return to the USA 3 times in my life when my Grandmother, Grandfather and Father die.
I hate sudden noises. I can't fire a gun. I can't even pop a balloon in my hand. It hurts my ears to blow up a balloon.
I don't like violent movies. I don't mind some "cartoon" violence, though.
I am afraid of spiders.
I like the way snakes feel.
I don't like violent movies. I don't mind some "cartoon" violence, though.
I am afraid of spiders.
I like the way snakes feel.
blackout
Violet.
Ok. here's a funny story that no one at RF knows about me.
When I was maybe 17 or 18 years old,
I was driving my parents silver toyota minivan
(me and my friends called it the "toaster" cause it looked like one)
home from a friend's house just a 1/4 mile away.
My glasses were in my purse,
and instead of getting them out
I thought eh... I"m just going around the corner,
and I did not bother. :cover:
lol
so I proceeded up the hill and across the level road way at the top
only to see figures up ahead....
squinting...
yes... road workers....
no orange flags...
no...
no road blocks or barriers...
so ahead I went ... driving merrily along....
only to find a three foot trench dug out all the way across the road in front of me!
(and stunned road workers on the road side!)
Of course by the time I actually SAW the trench
hehehe
I was in a real precarious spot.
If I tried slamming on the brakes
I most likely would still have landed in the trench.
So what did I do?
I held my breath... and gunned the toaster-mobile!
Floored it.
hahaha!
I acutally jumped the ditch in that funny minivan!:bow:
Not a ding or a scratch.
Just a bunch of totally stunned road workers.
My parents never found out,
even though this all happened right out in front of one of my mom's friend's houses.
I still laugh when I remember that.
And I never drive without my glasses anymore!
When I was maybe 17 or 18 years old,
I was driving my parents silver toyota minivan
(me and my friends called it the "toaster" cause it looked like one)
home from a friend's house just a 1/4 mile away.
My glasses were in my purse,
and instead of getting them out
I thought eh... I"m just going around the corner,
and I did not bother. :cover:
lol
so I proceeded up the hill and across the level road way at the top
only to see figures up ahead....
squinting...
yes... road workers....
no orange flags...
no...
no road blocks or barriers...
so ahead I went ... driving merrily along....
only to find a three foot trench dug out all the way across the road in front of me!
(and stunned road workers on the road side!)
Of course by the time I actually SAW the trench
hehehe
I was in a real precarious spot.
If I tried slamming on the brakes
I most likely would still have landed in the trench.
So what did I do?
I held my breath... and gunned the toaster-mobile!
Floored it.
hahaha!
I acutally jumped the ditch in that funny minivan!:bow:
Not a ding or a scratch.
Just a bunch of totally stunned road workers.
My parents never found out,
even though this all happened right out in front of one of my mom's friend's houses.
I still laugh when I remember that.
And I never drive without my glasses anymore!
Jeremy Mason
Well-Known Member
Born: 1969, in Colorado Springs.
I love drumming, dancing, fly fishing, skiing, cooking, all kinds of games, hiking, religion, family and friends.
I love drumming, dancing, fly fishing, skiing, cooking, all kinds of games, hiking, religion, family and friends.
blackout
Violet.
Alright then...
let me try a stroll down memory lane...
*I was artistic and creative from a very young age.
*I learned to read on my own watching "the Electric Company"
before I ever stepped foot in a school.
*I was so excited to go to school until I got there.
In the second grade my disapointment in school became a loathing
that lasted till the day I graduated highschool.
*I was always a very sensitive child.
Personally sensitive, and sensitive to the feelings of others.
I never liked to see anyone hurting,
and would get "bullied" myself
for standing up for the more awkward.
*at some point I learned it was easier just to be a loner.
*I hated the thick woolen tights my mom had me wear with my dresses
in elementary school! I still remember the itching and the saggy crotch!
But boy did I love my mother! When I was young especially, she could do no wrong.
*My mother is the happiest memory of my childhood.
Then my cat Buttons.
*I have never been athletic enough to be of any real assistance
to a sports team. I was always amongst the last 5 kids picked for "teams".
*Once I came home crying that I came in "last of the last" in a whole grade relay race.
(middle school) I have never been able to run.
But...
*I was rather a kick *** figure/speed skater (rollerskates)
and practically lived at the roller rink as a young teenager.
I could outskate even most of the best male skaters there.
*I was also fairly good at floor gymnastics.
I am now taking gymnastics for adults each week,
in addition to Jazzercise.
I am completely amazed at what I can still do considering years of physical inactivity.
I actually cried last month when I did my first cartwheel in almost 20 years.
I truly thought my "cartwheel days" had passed me by. But no.
*I want to be well toned and valuptuous and limber and energetic and healthy and sexy!!!
YAY! I want to be all the "bombshell" that I can possibly be!
and have fun getting there. :flirt:
*Life begins at 40.
Ok. Nuff for this list.
let me try a stroll down memory lane...
*I was artistic and creative from a very young age.
*I learned to read on my own watching "the Electric Company"
before I ever stepped foot in a school.
*I was so excited to go to school until I got there.
In the second grade my disapointment in school became a loathing
that lasted till the day I graduated highschool.
*I was always a very sensitive child.
Personally sensitive, and sensitive to the feelings of others.
I never liked to see anyone hurting,
and would get "bullied" myself
for standing up for the more awkward.
*at some point I learned it was easier just to be a loner.
*I hated the thick woolen tights my mom had me wear with my dresses
in elementary school! I still remember the itching and the saggy crotch!
But boy did I love my mother! When I was young especially, she could do no wrong.
*My mother is the happiest memory of my childhood.
Then my cat Buttons.
*I have never been athletic enough to be of any real assistance
to a sports team. I was always amongst the last 5 kids picked for "teams".
*Once I came home crying that I came in "last of the last" in a whole grade relay race.
(middle school) I have never been able to run.
But...
*I was rather a kick *** figure/speed skater (rollerskates)
and practically lived at the roller rink as a young teenager.
I could outskate even most of the best male skaters there.
*I was also fairly good at floor gymnastics.
I am now taking gymnastics for adults each week,
in addition to Jazzercise.
I am completely amazed at what I can still do considering years of physical inactivity.
I actually cried last month when I did my first cartwheel in almost 20 years.
I truly thought my "cartwheel days" had passed me by. But no.
*I want to be well toned and valuptuous and limber and energetic and healthy and sexy!!!
YAY! I want to be all the "bombshell" that I can possibly be!
and have fun getting there. :flirt:
*Life begins at 40.
Ok. Nuff for this list.
3.14
Well-Known Member
1. i'm know as the destroyer of bikes since elementery school since i wreaked around 8 bikes a year for the past 8 years, most talks with the bike repairmen went like: i have been working here for 15 years and i have never seen anything like this how did you manage to do that.
only thing that i haven't broken more then ones is the bikes metal frame
2. I'm able to change both tires in under 3 min
3. i am terrible with names wasn't till i was 20 before i was able to remember all the names of my family (given i have a large family ) but even at work there are guys i have been working with indirectly for he past 4 years now and i still don't know there names (we do get along)
4. im terrible with topografie but great with geografie and sence of direction ( i wound't know where las vegas is on a map but drop me of anywhere in amarika and il be there withing couple days)
only thing that i haven't broken more then ones is the bikes metal frame
2. I'm able to change both tires in under 3 min
3. i am terrible with names wasn't till i was 20 before i was able to remember all the names of my family (given i have a large family ) but even at work there are guys i have been working with indirectly for he past 4 years now and i still don't know there names (we do get along)
4. im terrible with topografie but great with geografie and sence of direction ( i wound't know where las vegas is on a map but drop me of anywhere in amarika and il be there withing couple days)