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Annik Honore: Ian...
Ian Curtis: Hmm?
Annik Honore: I'm a little scared.
Ian Curtis: Scared of what?
Annik Honore: Scared of falling in love with you.
As well she should be.
Ian Curtis: [handing Tony Wilson a piece of paper] Joy Division, you c***!
Move over Buzzcocks.
Studio Owner: What are you lot called again?
Ian Curtis: We were Warsaw. Now we're Joy Division.
Peter Hook aka Hooky: Excuse me, but what happened to Slaves of Venus?
Bernard Sumner: Hooky!
Peter Hook aka Hooky: All right. Joy Division is good.
Studio Owner: Joy Division, eh? What's all that about?
Ian Curtis: It's the name of a brothel German soldiers used during the Second World War.
Studio Owner: Well, whatever. Studio's yours.
Of course some will be offended...others outraged.
Annik Honore: What is the most beautiful thing you've seen in your life?
Steve Morris: I saw a beautiful drum kit down at Johnny Roadhouse's shop once.
Annik Honore: What about music? Is that beautiful?
Ian Curtis: Some of it.
Annik Honore: What about Joy Division's music?
Ian Curtis: Some of it, yeah, but some of it's not meant to be beautiful.
Not even close, in fact.
Ian Curtis: Do you want to sleep with other men?
Debbie Curtis: That's a strange question.
Ian Curtis: Because, if you did, it would be OK. I'd be OK.
Debbie Curtis: Are you being serious? When you say a thing like that, it makes me think you don't love me anymore.
Ian Curtis: I don't think I do.
So, did that make him a scumbag? Or, being Ian Curtis, is he off the hook?
Tony Wilson: Now remember, we are live, so no swearing, or they will cut you off.
Rob Gretton: What about arse?
Tony Wilson: What?
Rob Gretton: Is arse a swear word?
Tony Wilson: Arse, yes, it's a swear word.
Bernard Sumner: No, it's not.
Tony Wilson: Bernard, out there, I know, arse isn't a swear word. Here, in TV land, arse is most definitely a swear word. You trust me, I know all about swearing and TV. I'm a master of knowing when I can and when I can't.
Peter Hook aka Hooky: What about big dog's cock? Can you say that?
Tony Wilson: No.\
Cue Howard Stern?
Quote of the day
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God
“God created man and, finding him not sufficiently alone, gave him a companion to make him feel his solitude more keenly.” Paul Valéry
And then all the rest of us of course.
“So it is best to keep an open mind and be agnostic. At first sight that seems an unassailable position, at least in the weak sense of Pascal's wager. But on second thoughts it seems a cop-out, because the same could be said of Father Christmas and tooth fairies. There may be fairies at the bottom of the garden. There is no evidence for it, but you can't prove that there aren't any, so shouldn't we be agnostic with respect to fairies?” Richard Dawkins
Well, with God, there's the bit about Heaven and Hell. If you get my drift.
“I am alone this evening, and I am alone because of a cruel twist of fate, a phrase which here means that nothing has happened the way I thought it would. Once I was a content man, with a comfortable home, a successful career, a person I loved very much, and an extremely reliable typewriter, but all of those things have been taken away from me, and now the only trace I have of those happy days is the tattoo on my left ankle. As I sit in this very tiny room, printing these words with a very large pencil, I feel as if my whole life has been nothing but a dismal play, presented just for someone else’s amusement, and that the playwright who invented my cruel twist of fate is somewhere far above me, laughing and laughing at his creation.” Lemony Snicket
Probably true. But still no less loving, just and merciful.
“If God existed (a question concerning which Jubal maintained a meticulous intellectual neutrality) and if He desired to be worshiped (a proposition which Jubal found inherently improbable but conceivably possible in the dim light of his own ignorance), then (stipulating affirmatively both the above) it nevertheless seemed wildly unlikely to Jubal to the point of reductio ad absurdum that a God potent to shape galaxies would be titillated and swayed by the whoop-te-do nonsense the Fosterites offered Him as 'worship.'” Robert A. Heinlein
Explain that away for us.
“You can con God and get away with it, Granny said, if you do so with charm and wit. If you live your life with imagination and verve, God will play along just to see what outrageously entertaining thing you'll do next.” Dean Koontz
I might be saved after all, he thought.
“It always strikes me, and it is very peculiar, that, whenever we see the image of indescribable and unutterable desolation—of loneliness, poverty, and misery, the end and extreme of things—the thought of God comes into one's mind.” Vincent van Gogh
Consider the alternative...shit happens?
“God created man and, finding him not sufficiently alone, gave him a companion to make him feel his solitude more keenly.” Paul Valéry
And then all the rest of us of course.
“So it is best to keep an open mind and be agnostic. At first sight that seems an unassailable position, at least in the weak sense of Pascal's wager. But on second thoughts it seems a cop-out, because the same could be said of Father Christmas and tooth fairies. There may be fairies at the bottom of the garden. There is no evidence for it, but you can't prove that there aren't any, so shouldn't we be agnostic with respect to fairies?” Richard Dawkins
Well, with God, there's the bit about Heaven and Hell. If you get my drift.
“I am alone this evening, and I am alone because of a cruel twist of fate, a phrase which here means that nothing has happened the way I thought it would. Once I was a content man, with a comfortable home, a successful career, a person I loved very much, and an extremely reliable typewriter, but all of those things have been taken away from me, and now the only trace I have of those happy days is the tattoo on my left ankle. As I sit in this very tiny room, printing these words with a very large pencil, I feel as if my whole life has been nothing but a dismal play, presented just for someone else’s amusement, and that the playwright who invented my cruel twist of fate is somewhere far above me, laughing and laughing at his creation.” Lemony Snicket
Probably true. But still no less loving, just and merciful.
“If God existed (a question concerning which Jubal maintained a meticulous intellectual neutrality) and if He desired to be worshiped (a proposition which Jubal found inherently improbable but conceivably possible in the dim light of his own ignorance), then (stipulating affirmatively both the above) it nevertheless seemed wildly unlikely to Jubal to the point of reductio ad absurdum that a God potent to shape galaxies would be titillated and swayed by the whoop-te-do nonsense the Fosterites offered Him as 'worship.'” Robert A. Heinlein
Explain that away for us.
“You can con God and get away with it, Granny said, if you do so with charm and wit. If you live your life with imagination and verve, God will play along just to see what outrageously entertaining thing you'll do next.” Dean Koontz
I might be saved after all, he thought.
“It always strikes me, and it is very peculiar, that, whenever we see the image of indescribable and unutterable desolation—of loneliness, poverty, and misery, the end and extreme of things—the thought of God comes into one's mind.” Vincent van Gogh
Consider the alternative...shit happens?
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Searching for Bobby Fischer
Josh: Maybe it's better not to be the best. Then you can lose and it's OK.
Tell that to Dad.
Bonnie: He's not afraid of losing. He's afraid of losing your love. How many ball players grow up afraid of losing their fathers' love every time they come up to the plate?
Fred: All of them!
Bonnie: He knows you disapprove of him. He knows you think he's weak. But he's not weak. He's decent. And if you or Bruce or anyone else tries to beat that out of him, I swear to God I'll take him away.
And I'd help her.
Vinnie: He didn't teach you how to win, he taught you how not to lose. That's nothing to be proud of. You're playing not to lose, Josh. You've got to risk losing. You've got to risk everything. You've got to go to the edge of defeat. That's where you want to be, boy - on the edge of defeat.
Josh Waitzkin: But...
Vinnie: But what? Play. Never play the board, always the man. You've gotta play the man playing the board. Play me. I'm your opponent, you have to beat me. Not the board, beat me.
A chess thing let's call it.
Josh Waitzkin: [talking to a friend on the phone] I'm playing chess with my dad.
[pause]
Josh Waitzkin: Chess. It's a game, like Monopoly.
Imagine running that by Bobby Fischer?
Bruce Pandolfini: Bobby Fischer held the world in contempt.
Josh Waitzkin: Well, I'm not him.
Bruce Pandolfini: You're telling me.
Ouch.
And then some?
Bruce: You have no idea what I want. What is chess, do you think? Those who play for fun or not at all dismiss it as a game. The ones who devote their lives to it for the most part insist that it's a science. It's neither. Bobby Fischer got underneath it like no one before and found at its center, art. I spent my life trying to play like him. Most of these guys have. But we're like forgers. We're competent fakes. His successor wasn't here tonight. He wasn't here. He is asleep in his room in your house. Your son creates like Fischer. He sees like him, inside.
Fred: You can tell this by watching him play some drunks in the park?
Bruce: Yes. You want to know what I want. I'll tell you what I want. I want back what Bobby Fischer took with him when he disappeared.
Next up: what Josh wants.
Josh: Maybe it's better not to be the best. Then you can lose and it's OK.
Tell that to Dad.
Bonnie: He's not afraid of losing. He's afraid of losing your love. How many ball players grow up afraid of losing their fathers' love every time they come up to the plate?
Fred: All of them!
Bonnie: He knows you disapprove of him. He knows you think he's weak. But he's not weak. He's decent. And if you or Bruce or anyone else tries to beat that out of him, I swear to God I'll take him away.
And I'd help her.
Vinnie: He didn't teach you how to win, he taught you how not to lose. That's nothing to be proud of. You're playing not to lose, Josh. You've got to risk losing. You've got to risk everything. You've got to go to the edge of defeat. That's where you want to be, boy - on the edge of defeat.
Josh Waitzkin: But...
Vinnie: But what? Play. Never play the board, always the man. You've gotta play the man playing the board. Play me. I'm your opponent, you have to beat me. Not the board, beat me.
A chess thing let's call it.
Josh Waitzkin: [talking to a friend on the phone] I'm playing chess with my dad.
[pause]
Josh Waitzkin: Chess. It's a game, like Monopoly.
Imagine running that by Bobby Fischer?
Bruce Pandolfini: Bobby Fischer held the world in contempt.
Josh Waitzkin: Well, I'm not him.
Bruce Pandolfini: You're telling me.
Ouch.
And then some?
Bruce: You have no idea what I want. What is chess, do you think? Those who play for fun or not at all dismiss it as a game. The ones who devote their lives to it for the most part insist that it's a science. It's neither. Bobby Fischer got underneath it like no one before and found at its center, art. I spent my life trying to play like him. Most of these guys have. But we're like forgers. We're competent fakes. His successor wasn't here tonight. He wasn't here. He is asleep in his room in your house. Your son creates like Fischer. He sees like him, inside.
Fred: You can tell this by watching him play some drunks in the park?
Bruce: Yes. You want to know what I want. I'll tell you what I want. I want back what Bobby Fischer took with him when he disappeared.
Next up: what Josh wants.
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Existentialism
“Why do I know I exist if I also know I will not? Why was I given access to logical space and the mathematical structure of the world? Just to lose them when my body is destroyed? Why do I wake up in the night with the thought that I will die, why do I sit up, drenched in sweat, and scream and slap myself and try to suppress the thought that I will disappear for all eternity, that I will never be again, to the end of time? Why will the world end with me? We age: we stand quietly in line with those condemned to death. We are executed one after the other in a sinister extermination camp. We are first stripped of our beauty, youth, and hope. We are next wrapped in the penitential robe of illness, weariness, and decay. Our grandparents die, our parents are executed in front of us, and suddenly time gets short, you suddenly see your reflection in the axeblade.
And only then do you realize you are living in a slaughterhouse, that generations are butchered and swallowed by the earth, that billions are pushed down the throat of hell, that no one, absolutely no one escapes. That not one person that you see coming out of the factory gates in a Mélies film is still alive. That absolutely everyone in an eighty-year-old sepia photograph is dead. That we all come into this world from a frightening abyss without our memories, that we suffer unimaginably on a speck of dust, and that we then perish, all in a nanosecond, as though we had never lived, as though we had never been.” Mircea Cărtărescu
Yo, God! You got some 'splaining to do!!
“That's what I hated thinking about the most. Oblivion. Nothing. Forever. As unfathomable as the universe around us stretching endlessly, impossibly big, horrible, terrifying. Being alive scared the shit out of me most of the time, but being dead would be so much worse.” Maria Ingrande Mora
Obviously, we can't win for losing.
“In the morning, every human being must contend with the reality that they are yet again themselves, and there's no cure for that, and slowly human being must get up and exist yet again within themselves, within that body, and carry with it every dumb thought it carries, and slowly stumble through the remainder of the day until human being can rest yet more and flee the living they're forced to endure.” Grant Maierhofer
The Compleat Lungfish, of course.
“Through our creative capacity, we transcend this mortal realm. We become greater than the shackles of this corporeal, three-dimensional, meat bag of a body.” Nina Robinson
Here, some even become henry quirks.
“I think that to understand any one thing entirely, no matter how minute, requires the understanding of every other thing in the world.” John Barth
On the other hand, what particular objectivists among us don't understand that? Go ahead, ask them.
“Existence takes punished precedence in a world ailing with the agonies of consequence and misfortune. Once something becomes aware of its existence, once something is born to nothing, it cannot compel itself to cease except by cruelly wishing with futility for deliverance.” Jacob H. Kyle
Obviously.
“Why do I know I exist if I also know I will not? Why was I given access to logical space and the mathematical structure of the world? Just to lose them when my body is destroyed? Why do I wake up in the night with the thought that I will die, why do I sit up, drenched in sweat, and scream and slap myself and try to suppress the thought that I will disappear for all eternity, that I will never be again, to the end of time? Why will the world end with me? We age: we stand quietly in line with those condemned to death. We are executed one after the other in a sinister extermination camp. We are first stripped of our beauty, youth, and hope. We are next wrapped in the penitential robe of illness, weariness, and decay. Our grandparents die, our parents are executed in front of us, and suddenly time gets short, you suddenly see your reflection in the axeblade.
And only then do you realize you are living in a slaughterhouse, that generations are butchered and swallowed by the earth, that billions are pushed down the throat of hell, that no one, absolutely no one escapes. That not one person that you see coming out of the factory gates in a Mélies film is still alive. That absolutely everyone in an eighty-year-old sepia photograph is dead. That we all come into this world from a frightening abyss without our memories, that we suffer unimaginably on a speck of dust, and that we then perish, all in a nanosecond, as though we had never lived, as though we had never been.” Mircea Cărtărescu
Yo, God! You got some 'splaining to do!!
“That's what I hated thinking about the most. Oblivion. Nothing. Forever. As unfathomable as the universe around us stretching endlessly, impossibly big, horrible, terrifying. Being alive scared the shit out of me most of the time, but being dead would be so much worse.” Maria Ingrande Mora
Obviously, we can't win for losing.
“In the morning, every human being must contend with the reality that they are yet again themselves, and there's no cure for that, and slowly human being must get up and exist yet again within themselves, within that body, and carry with it every dumb thought it carries, and slowly stumble through the remainder of the day until human being can rest yet more and flee the living they're forced to endure.” Grant Maierhofer
The Compleat Lungfish, of course.
“Through our creative capacity, we transcend this mortal realm. We become greater than the shackles of this corporeal, three-dimensional, meat bag of a body.” Nina Robinson
Here, some even become henry quirks.
“I think that to understand any one thing entirely, no matter how minute, requires the understanding of every other thing in the world.” John Barth
On the other hand, what particular objectivists among us don't understand that? Go ahead, ask them.
“Existence takes punished precedence in a world ailing with the agonies of consequence and misfortune. Once something becomes aware of its existence, once something is born to nothing, it cannot compel itself to cease except by cruelly wishing with futility for deliverance.” Jacob H. Kyle
Obviously.
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Re: Quote of the day
Network
Howard Beale: At the bottom of all of our terrified souls, we know, that democracy is a dying giant, a sick, sick, dying, decaying political concept, riling in it's final pain. I don't mean that the United States is finished as a world power. The United States is the richest, the most powerful, the most advanced country in the world, light years ahead of any other country. And I don't mean the Communist are gonna take over the world; because, the Communists are deader than we are. What is finished... is the idea that this great country is dedicated to the freedom and flourishing of every individual in it. It's the individual that's finished. It's the single, solitary human being that's finished. It's every single one of you out there that's finished, because this is no longer a nation of independent individuals. It's a nation of some 200-odd million transistorized, deodorized, whiter-that-white, steel-belted bodies, totally unnecessary as human beings, and as replaceable as piston rods... Well, the time has come to say, is dehumanization such a bad word. Because good or bad, that's what is so. The whole world is becoming humanoid - creatures that look human but aren't. The whole world not just us. We're just the most advanced country, so we're getting there first. The whole world's people are becoming mass-produced, programmed, numbered, insensate things...
Let's see if we can Trump this.
Diana Christensen: I was married for four years, and pretended to be happy; and I had six years of analysis, and pretended to be sane. My husband ran off with his boyfriend, and I had an affair with my analyst, who told me I was the worst lay he'd ever had. I can't tell you how many men have told me what a lousy lay I am. I apparently have a masculine temperament. I arouse quickly, consummate prematurely, and can't wait to get my clothes back on and get out of that bedroom. I seem to be inept at everything except my work. I'm goddamn good at my work and so I confine myself to that. All I want out of life is a 30 share and a 20 rating.
And now we all do.
Howard Beale: I would like at this moment to announce that I will be retiring from this program in two weeks' time because of poor ratings. Since this show is the only thing I had going for me in my life, I've decided to kill myself. I'm going to blow my brains out right on this program a week from today. So tune in next Tuesday. That should give the public relations people a week to promote the show. You ought to get a hell of a rating out of that. 50 share, easy.
Following the Super Bowl, of course.
Laureen Hobbs: Don't fuck with my distribution costs! I'm making a lousy two-fifteen per segment and I'm already deficiting twenty-five grand a week with Metro! I'm paying William Morris ten percent off the top, and I'm giving this turkey ten thou per segment, and another five to this fruitcake! And Helen, don't start no shit about a piece again! I'm paying Metro twenty-thousand for all foreign and Canadian distribution, and that's after recoupment! The Communist Party's not gonna see a nickel of this goddamn show until we go into syndication!
Helen Miggs: C'mon Laureen. The party's in for seventy-five hundred a week of the production expenses.
Laureen Hobbs: I'm not giving this pseudoinsurrectionary sedentarian a piece of my show! I'm not giving him script approval, and I sure as shit ain't gotten him into my distribution charges!
Mary Ann Gifford: [screaming] You fuggingfascist! Did you see the film we made at the San Marino jail breakout demonstrating the rising up of a seminal prisoner-class infrastructure?
Laureen Hobbs: You can blow the seminal prisoner-class infrastructure out your ass! I'm not knockin' down my goddamn distribution charges!
Great Ahmed Kahn: [fires off his gun through the ceiling] Man, give her the FUCKING overhead clause. Let's get back to page twenty-two, number 5, small 'a'. Subsidiary rights.
Does that take me back!
Well, sort of.
Laureen Hobbs: He's plague, he's smallpox, he's typhoid. I don't want to follow his goddamn show. I want out of that 8 o'clock spot. I've got enough troubles without Howard Beale as a lead-in. You guys scheduled me up against "Tony Orlando and Dawn," NBC's got "Little House on the Prairie," ABC's got "The Bionic Woman". You've gotta do something. You've gotta do something about Howard Beale. Get him off the air. Get him off. Do something. DO ANYTHING!
Kill the sonofabitch!
Diana Christensen: [flipping through the newspaper] You know, Barbara, the Arabs have decided to jack up the price of oil another 20%... uh, the CIA has been caught opening Senator Humphrey's mail... there's a civil war in Angola... another one in Beirut... the, uh, New York City's still facing default... they finally caught up with Patricia Hearst... and the whole front page of the "Daily News" is Howard Beale.
Small potatoes next to what we are facing today...right? Starting with Donald Trump, say.
Howard Beale: At the bottom of all of our terrified souls, we know, that democracy is a dying giant, a sick, sick, dying, decaying political concept, riling in it's final pain. I don't mean that the United States is finished as a world power. The United States is the richest, the most powerful, the most advanced country in the world, light years ahead of any other country. And I don't mean the Communist are gonna take over the world; because, the Communists are deader than we are. What is finished... is the idea that this great country is dedicated to the freedom and flourishing of every individual in it. It's the individual that's finished. It's the single, solitary human being that's finished. It's every single one of you out there that's finished, because this is no longer a nation of independent individuals. It's a nation of some 200-odd million transistorized, deodorized, whiter-that-white, steel-belted bodies, totally unnecessary as human beings, and as replaceable as piston rods... Well, the time has come to say, is dehumanization such a bad word. Because good or bad, that's what is so. The whole world is becoming humanoid - creatures that look human but aren't. The whole world not just us. We're just the most advanced country, so we're getting there first. The whole world's people are becoming mass-produced, programmed, numbered, insensate things...
Let's see if we can Trump this.
Diana Christensen: I was married for four years, and pretended to be happy; and I had six years of analysis, and pretended to be sane. My husband ran off with his boyfriend, and I had an affair with my analyst, who told me I was the worst lay he'd ever had. I can't tell you how many men have told me what a lousy lay I am. I apparently have a masculine temperament. I arouse quickly, consummate prematurely, and can't wait to get my clothes back on and get out of that bedroom. I seem to be inept at everything except my work. I'm goddamn good at my work and so I confine myself to that. All I want out of life is a 30 share and a 20 rating.
And now we all do.
Howard Beale: I would like at this moment to announce that I will be retiring from this program in two weeks' time because of poor ratings. Since this show is the only thing I had going for me in my life, I've decided to kill myself. I'm going to blow my brains out right on this program a week from today. So tune in next Tuesday. That should give the public relations people a week to promote the show. You ought to get a hell of a rating out of that. 50 share, easy.
Following the Super Bowl, of course.
Laureen Hobbs: Don't fuck with my distribution costs! I'm making a lousy two-fifteen per segment and I'm already deficiting twenty-five grand a week with Metro! I'm paying William Morris ten percent off the top, and I'm giving this turkey ten thou per segment, and another five to this fruitcake! And Helen, don't start no shit about a piece again! I'm paying Metro twenty-thousand for all foreign and Canadian distribution, and that's after recoupment! The Communist Party's not gonna see a nickel of this goddamn show until we go into syndication!
Helen Miggs: C'mon Laureen. The party's in for seventy-five hundred a week of the production expenses.
Laureen Hobbs: I'm not giving this pseudoinsurrectionary sedentarian a piece of my show! I'm not giving him script approval, and I sure as shit ain't gotten him into my distribution charges!
Mary Ann Gifford: [screaming] You fuggingfascist! Did you see the film we made at the San Marino jail breakout demonstrating the rising up of a seminal prisoner-class infrastructure?
Laureen Hobbs: You can blow the seminal prisoner-class infrastructure out your ass! I'm not knockin' down my goddamn distribution charges!
Great Ahmed Kahn: [fires off his gun through the ceiling] Man, give her the FUCKING overhead clause. Let's get back to page twenty-two, number 5, small 'a'. Subsidiary rights.
Does that take me back!
Well, sort of.
Laureen Hobbs: He's plague, he's smallpox, he's typhoid. I don't want to follow his goddamn show. I want out of that 8 o'clock spot. I've got enough troubles without Howard Beale as a lead-in. You guys scheduled me up against "Tony Orlando and Dawn," NBC's got "Little House on the Prairie," ABC's got "The Bionic Woman". You've gotta do something. You've gotta do something about Howard Beale. Get him off the air. Get him off. Do something. DO ANYTHING!
Kill the sonofabitch!
Diana Christensen: [flipping through the newspaper] You know, Barbara, the Arabs have decided to jack up the price of oil another 20%... uh, the CIA has been caught opening Senator Humphrey's mail... there's a civil war in Angola... another one in Beirut... the, uh, New York City's still facing default... they finally caught up with Patricia Hearst... and the whole front page of the "Daily News" is Howard Beale.
Small potatoes next to what we are facing today...right? Starting with Donald Trump, say.
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Re: Quote of the day
Leonora Carrington from The Hearing Trumpet
Do not give up hope entirely in spite of the horror of your situation. I am mobilising all my mental capacities to obtain your unconditional freedom.
Nope, nothing yet.
How about you?
It is impossible to understand how millions and millions of people all obey a sickly collection of gentlemen that call themselves 'Government!' The word, I expect, frightens people. It is a form of planetary hypnosis, and very unhealthy.
It has been going on for years, I said. And it only occurred to relatively few to disobey and make what they call revolutions. If they won their revolutions, which they occasionally did, they made more governments, sometimes more cruel and stupid than the last.
Men are very difficult to understand, said Carmella. Let's hope they all freeze to death. I am sure it would be very pleasant and healthy for human beings to have no authority whatever. They would have to think for themselves, instead of always being told what to do and think by advertisements, cinemas, policemen, and parliaments.
How about this...a context?
Wouldn't it be wonderful if I won a helicopter in a crossword puzzle competition? There is not much hope though I am afraid, as they never give such practical prizes.
Uh, start here?
https://youtu.be/XThGpaAI2XU?si=VutnU4cQLxg5OKhz
Darling stop being philosophical it doesn't suit you, it makes your nose red.
If only theoretically?
A Brotherhood with the grim knowledge of what is better for other people and the iron determination to better them whether they like it or not.
Or, for some here, I suspect, it's off to the gas chamber.
Police dogs are not properly speaking animals . Police dogs are perverted animals with no animal mentality. Policemen are not human beings so how can police dogs be animals?
Actually, some wouldn't go that far.
Do not give up hope entirely in spite of the horror of your situation. I am mobilising all my mental capacities to obtain your unconditional freedom.
Nope, nothing yet.
How about you?
It is impossible to understand how millions and millions of people all obey a sickly collection of gentlemen that call themselves 'Government!' The word, I expect, frightens people. It is a form of planetary hypnosis, and very unhealthy.
It has been going on for years, I said. And it only occurred to relatively few to disobey and make what they call revolutions. If they won their revolutions, which they occasionally did, they made more governments, sometimes more cruel and stupid than the last.
Men are very difficult to understand, said Carmella. Let's hope they all freeze to death. I am sure it would be very pleasant and healthy for human beings to have no authority whatever. They would have to think for themselves, instead of always being told what to do and think by advertisements, cinemas, policemen, and parliaments.
How about this...a context?
Wouldn't it be wonderful if I won a helicopter in a crossword puzzle competition? There is not much hope though I am afraid, as they never give such practical prizes.
Uh, start here?
https://youtu.be/XThGpaAI2XU?si=VutnU4cQLxg5OKhz
Darling stop being philosophical it doesn't suit you, it makes your nose red.
If only theoretically?
A Brotherhood with the grim knowledge of what is better for other people and the iron determination to better them whether they like it or not.
Or, for some here, I suspect, it's off to the gas chamber.
Police dogs are not properly speaking animals . Police dogs are perverted animals with no animal mentality. Policemen are not human beings so how can police dogs be animals?
Actually, some wouldn't go that far.
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Re: Quote of the day
Adaptation
John Laroche: Look, I'll tell you a story, all right? I once feel deeply, you know, profoundly in love with tropical fish. Had 60 goddamn fish tanks in my house. I skin dived to find just the right ones. Anisotremus virginicus, Holdacanthus ciliaris, Chaetodon capistratus. You name it. Then one day I say, "fuck fish". I renounce fish. I vow never to set foot in that ocean again. That's how much "fuck fish".
Fish again. Though, sure, point taken.
Susan Orlean: Can I ask you a personal question?
John Laroche: Look, we're not lost.
Tell that to the alligators?
Susan Orlean: John Leroche is a tall guy, skinny as a stick, pale eyes, slouch-shouldered, sharply handsome, despite the fact he's missing all his front teeth.
And then one day he explains that to her...
John Laroche: [viewing an orchid at a flower show] Angraecum sesquipedale! A beauty! God! Darwin wrote about this one. Charles Darwin? Evolution guy? Hello? You see that nectary all the way down there? Darwin hypothesized a moth with a nose twelve inches long to pollinate it. Everyone thought he was a loon! Then, sure enough, they found this moth with a twelve-inch proboscis. Proboscis means "nose," by the way.
Susan Orlean: I know what "proboscis" means.
John Laroche: Yeah, let's not get off the subject. This isn't a pissing contest!
At least not like the pissing contests here, right?
Matthew Osceola: I can see your sadness. It's lovely.
Susan Orlean: I'm just tired, that's all. That's my problem. So, maybe we could chat a little bit, and, you know, get some background for...
Matthew Osceola: I'm not going to talk to you much. It's not personal. It's the Indian way.
Not much that can't be?
John Laroche: Polyrrhiza lindenii. A ghost. Cut her down, Russell.
Next up: Russell dares him to.
John Laroche: Look, I'll tell you a story, all right? I once feel deeply, you know, profoundly in love with tropical fish. Had 60 goddamn fish tanks in my house. I skin dived to find just the right ones. Anisotremus virginicus, Holdacanthus ciliaris, Chaetodon capistratus. You name it. Then one day I say, "fuck fish". I renounce fish. I vow never to set foot in that ocean again. That's how much "fuck fish".
Fish again. Though, sure, point taken.
Susan Orlean: Can I ask you a personal question?
John Laroche: Look, we're not lost.
Tell that to the alligators?
Susan Orlean: John Leroche is a tall guy, skinny as a stick, pale eyes, slouch-shouldered, sharply handsome, despite the fact he's missing all his front teeth.
And then one day he explains that to her...
John Laroche: [viewing an orchid at a flower show] Angraecum sesquipedale! A beauty! God! Darwin wrote about this one. Charles Darwin? Evolution guy? Hello? You see that nectary all the way down there? Darwin hypothesized a moth with a nose twelve inches long to pollinate it. Everyone thought he was a loon! Then, sure enough, they found this moth with a twelve-inch proboscis. Proboscis means "nose," by the way.
Susan Orlean: I know what "proboscis" means.
John Laroche: Yeah, let's not get off the subject. This isn't a pissing contest!
At least not like the pissing contests here, right?
Matthew Osceola: I can see your sadness. It's lovely.
Susan Orlean: I'm just tired, that's all. That's my problem. So, maybe we could chat a little bit, and, you know, get some background for...
Matthew Osceola: I'm not going to talk to you much. It's not personal. It's the Indian way.
Not much that can't be?
John Laroche: Polyrrhiza lindenii. A ghost. Cut her down, Russell.
Next up: Russell dares him to.
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Re: Quote of the day
Death
“It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.” Victor Hugo
Horseshit, let's call it.
“When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.” John Irving
Or, sure, nowadays, you just move on to the next one.
“A girl calls and asks, 'Does it hurt very much to die?'
'Well, sweetheart,' I tell her, 'yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.'” Chuck Palahniuk
Well, if the shoe fits, anyway.
“Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.” Edgar Allan Poe
Try being an insomniac then.
“I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, "I want to go too! I want to go too!" And with his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words: "We are all going.” John Green
True? Your turn to Google it.
“When you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.” J.D. Salinger
On the other hand, with people, never say nobody.
“It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.” Victor Hugo
Horseshit, let's call it.
“When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.” John Irving
Or, sure, nowadays, you just move on to the next one.
“A girl calls and asks, 'Does it hurt very much to die?'
'Well, sweetheart,' I tell her, 'yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.'” Chuck Palahniuk
Well, if the shoe fits, anyway.
“Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.” Edgar Allan Poe
Try being an insomniac then.
“I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, "I want to go too! I want to go too!" And with his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words: "We are all going.” John Green
True? Your turn to Google it.
“When you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.” J.D. Salinger
On the other hand, with people, never say nobody.
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Re: Quote of the day
Last Tango in Paris
Paul: There's some butter in the kitchen.
Jeanne: So you're here? Why didn't you answer?
Paul: Go get the butter.
Jeanne: I have to hurry. I have a cab downstairs waiting.
Paul: Go get the butter.
It's scripted let's say.
Paul [alone at his dead wife's bedside during her wake]: Our marriage was nothing more than a foxhole for you. And all it took for you to get out was a 35-cent razor and a tub full of water. You cheap goddamn fucking godforsaken whore, I hope you rot in hell. You're worse than the dirtiest street pig anybody could ever find anywhere, and you know why? You know why? Because you lied. You lied to me and I trusted you.
[gradually starts losing his composure]
Paul: You lied and you knew you were lying. Go on, tell me you didn't lie. Haven't you got anything to say about that? You can think up something, can't you? Go on, tell me something! Go on, smile, you ****!
[starts crying noticeably]
Paul: Go on, tell me... tell me something sweet. Smile at me and say I just misunderstood. Go on, tell me. You pig-fucker... you goddamn, fucking, pig-fucking liar.
Go get the butter?
Jeanne: What's this for?
Paul: That's your happiness and my - my ha-penis.
Jeanne: Peanuts?
Paul: Schlong. Wienerwurst. Cazzo. Bitte. p****! Joint!
Eventually, she gets it. Though he never does.
Jeanne: You know, you're old! And you're getting fat.
Paul: Fat, is it? How unkind.
Jeanne: Half of your hair is out and the other half is - almost white.
Paul: You know, in ten years, you're going to be playing soccer with your tits. What do you think of that?
Next up: he's getting obese.
Paul: No, you're alone. You're all alone. And you won't be able to be free of that feeling of being alone until you look death right in the face. I mean that sounds like bullshit. Some romantic crap. Until you go right up into the ass of death. Right up in his ass. 'Til you find the womb of fear.
You first.
Jeanne: You want to know what - why you don't want to know anything about me? Because you hate woman.
Paul: Oh, really?
Jeanne: What have they ever done to you?
Paul: Well, either they always pretend to know who I am or they pretend I don't know who they are and that's very boring.
And, of course, the other way around. Nowadays.
Paul: There's some butter in the kitchen.
Jeanne: So you're here? Why didn't you answer?
Paul: Go get the butter.
Jeanne: I have to hurry. I have a cab downstairs waiting.
Paul: Go get the butter.
It's scripted let's say.
Paul [alone at his dead wife's bedside during her wake]: Our marriage was nothing more than a foxhole for you. And all it took for you to get out was a 35-cent razor and a tub full of water. You cheap goddamn fucking godforsaken whore, I hope you rot in hell. You're worse than the dirtiest street pig anybody could ever find anywhere, and you know why? You know why? Because you lied. You lied to me and I trusted you.
[gradually starts losing his composure]
Paul: You lied and you knew you were lying. Go on, tell me you didn't lie. Haven't you got anything to say about that? You can think up something, can't you? Go on, tell me something! Go on, smile, you ****!
[starts crying noticeably]
Paul: Go on, tell me... tell me something sweet. Smile at me and say I just misunderstood. Go on, tell me. You pig-fucker... you goddamn, fucking, pig-fucking liar.
Go get the butter?
Jeanne: What's this for?
Paul: That's your happiness and my - my ha-penis.
Jeanne: Peanuts?
Paul: Schlong. Wienerwurst. Cazzo. Bitte. p****! Joint!
Eventually, she gets it. Though he never does.
Jeanne: You know, you're old! And you're getting fat.
Paul: Fat, is it? How unkind.
Jeanne: Half of your hair is out and the other half is - almost white.
Paul: You know, in ten years, you're going to be playing soccer with your tits. What do you think of that?
Next up: he's getting obese.
Paul: No, you're alone. You're all alone. And you won't be able to be free of that feeling of being alone until you look death right in the face. I mean that sounds like bullshit. Some romantic crap. Until you go right up into the ass of death. Right up in his ass. 'Til you find the womb of fear.
You first.
Jeanne: You want to know what - why you don't want to know anything about me? Because you hate woman.
Paul: Oh, really?
Jeanne: What have they ever done to you?
Paul: Well, either they always pretend to know who I am or they pretend I don't know who they are and that's very boring.
And, of course, the other way around. Nowadays.
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Re: Quote of the day
Philosophy
“The menu is not the meal.” Alan Watts
Tell that to the termites?
“Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.” Kurt Vonnegut
Some of us being closer than others.
“We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged.” Heinrich Heine
Though sometimes not even then.
“I think it's much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers which might be wrong. I have approximate answers and possible beliefs and different degrees of uncertainty about different things, but I am not absolutely sure of anything and there are many things I don't know anything about, such as whether it means anything to ask why we're here. I don't have to know an answer. I don't feel frightened not knowing things, by being lost in a mysterious universe without any purpose, which is the way it really is as far as I can tell.” Richard P. Feynman.
Let's decide: close enough?
“If you place your head in a lion's mouth, then you cannot complain one day if he happens to bite it off.” Agatha Christie
Like, if it did, you'd be able to.
“All knowledge is worth having.” Jacqueline Carey
Though not necessarily to you.
“The menu is not the meal.” Alan Watts
Tell that to the termites?
“Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.” Kurt Vonnegut
Some of us being closer than others.
“We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged.” Heinrich Heine
Though sometimes not even then.
“I think it's much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers which might be wrong. I have approximate answers and possible beliefs and different degrees of uncertainty about different things, but I am not absolutely sure of anything and there are many things I don't know anything about, such as whether it means anything to ask why we're here. I don't have to know an answer. I don't feel frightened not knowing things, by being lost in a mysterious universe without any purpose, which is the way it really is as far as I can tell.” Richard P. Feynman.
Let's decide: close enough?
“If you place your head in a lion's mouth, then you cannot complain one day if he happens to bite it off.” Agatha Christie
Like, if it did, you'd be able to.
“All knowledge is worth having.” Jacqueline Carey
Though not necessarily to you.
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Re: Quote of the day
The Social Network
Gage: Mr. Zuckerberg, do I have your full attention?
Mark Zuckerberg: [stares out the window] No.
Gage: Do you think I deserve it?
Mark Zuckerberg: [looks at Gage] What?
Gage: Do you think I deserve your full attention?
Mark Zuckerberg: I had to swear an oath before we began this deposition, and I don't want to perjure myself, so I have a legal obligation to say no.
Gage: Okay - no. You don't think I deserve your attention.
Mark Zuckerberg: I think if your clients want to sit on my shoulders and call themselves tall, they have the right to give it a try - but there's no requirement that I enjoy sitting here listening to people lie. You have part of my attention - you have the minimum amount. The rest of my attention is back at the offices of Facebook, where my colleagues and I are doing things that no one in this room, including and especially your clients, are intellectually or creatively capable of doing.
[pauses]
Mark Zuckerberg: Did I adequately answer your condescending question?
That smug bastard is still around.
Gretchen: 18,000 dollars?
Eduardo Saverin: Yes.
Gretchen: In addition to the $1,000 you'd already put up?
Eduardo Saverin: Yes.
Gretchen: A total of $19,000 now?
Eduardo Saverin: Yes.
Mark Zuckerberg: Hang on.
[Mark sarcastically adds up the 2 amounts on his notepad]
Mark Zuckerberg: I'm just checking your math on that. Yes, I got the same thing.
That smug bastard is still around.
Erica Albright: You are probably going to be a very successful computer person. But you're going to go through life thinking that girls don't like you because you're a nerd. And I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, that that won't be true. It'll be because you're an asshole.
Run this by Jessica Alona?
Eduardo Saverin: [to Mark] Tell me this isn't about me getting into the Phoenix.
[Mark scoffs]
Eduardo Saverin: [in disbelief] You... You did it! I knew you did it! You planted that story about the chicken!
Mark Zuckerberg: I didn't plant the story about the chicken.
Sean Parker: What's he talking about?
Eduardo Saverin: You had me accused of animal cruelty.
Sean Parker: Seriously, what the hell's the chicken?
Eduardo Saverin: [leans down close to Mark, his voice low and dangerous] And I'll bet what you hated the most was that they identified me as a co-founder of Facebook, which I am. You better lawyer up asshole, because I'm not coming back for 30%, I'm coming back for EVERYTHING.
[backs away from Mark slowly, still looking at him]
Of course, today Eduardo is worth about 20 billion dollars.
Cameron Winklevoss: What, do you want to hire an IP lawyer and sue him?
Divya Narendra: No, I want to hire the Sopranos to beat the shit out of him with a hammer!
Tyler Winklevoss: We don't even have to do that.
Cameron Winklevoss: That's right.
Tyler Winklevoss: We can do that ourselves. I'm 6'5", 220, and there's two of me.
The Vi ended up with 64 million dollars themselves from the Meta CEO.
Eduardo Saverin: Mark!
Sean Parker: He's wired in.
Eduardo Saverin: I'm sorry?
Sean Parker: He's wired in.
Eduardo Saverin: Is he?
Sean Parker: Yes.
Eduardo Saverin: [picks up Mark's computer and smashes it on the desk] How about now? You still wired in?
Anyone here been wired in?
Gage: Mr. Zuckerberg, do I have your full attention?
Mark Zuckerberg: [stares out the window] No.
Gage: Do you think I deserve it?
Mark Zuckerberg: [looks at Gage] What?
Gage: Do you think I deserve your full attention?
Mark Zuckerberg: I had to swear an oath before we began this deposition, and I don't want to perjure myself, so I have a legal obligation to say no.
Gage: Okay - no. You don't think I deserve your attention.
Mark Zuckerberg: I think if your clients want to sit on my shoulders and call themselves tall, they have the right to give it a try - but there's no requirement that I enjoy sitting here listening to people lie. You have part of my attention - you have the minimum amount. The rest of my attention is back at the offices of Facebook, where my colleagues and I are doing things that no one in this room, including and especially your clients, are intellectually or creatively capable of doing.
[pauses]
Mark Zuckerberg: Did I adequately answer your condescending question?
That smug bastard is still around.
Gretchen: 18,000 dollars?
Eduardo Saverin: Yes.
Gretchen: In addition to the $1,000 you'd already put up?
Eduardo Saverin: Yes.
Gretchen: A total of $19,000 now?
Eduardo Saverin: Yes.
Mark Zuckerberg: Hang on.
[Mark sarcastically adds up the 2 amounts on his notepad]
Mark Zuckerberg: I'm just checking your math on that. Yes, I got the same thing.
That smug bastard is still around.
Erica Albright: You are probably going to be a very successful computer person. But you're going to go through life thinking that girls don't like you because you're a nerd. And I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, that that won't be true. It'll be because you're an asshole.
Run this by Jessica Alona?
Eduardo Saverin: [to Mark] Tell me this isn't about me getting into the Phoenix.
[Mark scoffs]
Eduardo Saverin: [in disbelief] You... You did it! I knew you did it! You planted that story about the chicken!
Mark Zuckerberg: I didn't plant the story about the chicken.
Sean Parker: What's he talking about?
Eduardo Saverin: You had me accused of animal cruelty.
Sean Parker: Seriously, what the hell's the chicken?
Eduardo Saverin: [leans down close to Mark, his voice low and dangerous] And I'll bet what you hated the most was that they identified me as a co-founder of Facebook, which I am. You better lawyer up asshole, because I'm not coming back for 30%, I'm coming back for EVERYTHING.
[backs away from Mark slowly, still looking at him]
Of course, today Eduardo is worth about 20 billion dollars.
Cameron Winklevoss: What, do you want to hire an IP lawyer and sue him?
Divya Narendra: No, I want to hire the Sopranos to beat the shit out of him with a hammer!
Tyler Winklevoss: We don't even have to do that.
Cameron Winklevoss: That's right.
Tyler Winklevoss: We can do that ourselves. I'm 6'5", 220, and there's two of me.
The Vi ended up with 64 million dollars themselves from the Meta CEO.
Eduardo Saverin: Mark!
Sean Parker: He's wired in.
Eduardo Saverin: I'm sorry?
Sean Parker: He's wired in.
Eduardo Saverin: Is he?
Sean Parker: Yes.
Eduardo Saverin: [picks up Mark's computer and smashes it on the desk] How about now? You still wired in?
Anyone here been wired in?
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Re: Quote of the day
Leo Tolstoy from A Confession
For man to be able to live he must either not see the infinite, or have such an explanation of the meaning of life as will connect the finite with the infinite.
Pick one:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_r ... traditions
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_p ... ideologies
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_s ... philosophy
Nowadays, as before, the public declaration and confession of Orthodoxy is usually encountered among dull-witted, cruel and immoral people who tend to consider themselves very important. Whereas intelligence, honesty, straightforwardness, good-naturedness and morality are qualities usually found among people who claim to be non-believers.
In other words, some things never change.
The assertion that you are in falsehood and I am in truth is the most cruel thing one man can say to another.
Well, that's certainly a falsehood.
I asked: 'What is the meaning of my life, beyond time, cause, and space?' And I replied to quite another question: 'What is the meaning of my life within time, cause, and space?' With the result that, after long efforts of thought, the answer I reached was: 'None'.
Of course, he is no less embedded in "the gap" and "Rummy's Rule". Though, okay, sure, whatever that means?
It was long before I could believe that human learning had no clear answer to this question. For a long time it seemed to me, as I listened to the gravity and seriousness wherewith Science affirmed its positions on matters unconnected with the problem of life, that I must have misunderstood something. For a long time I was timid in the presence in learning, and I fancied that the insufficiency of the answers which I received was not its fault, but was owing to my own gross ignorance, but this thing was not a joke or a pastime with me, but the business of my life, and I was at last forced, willy-nilly, to the conclusion that these questions of mine were the only legitimate questions underlying all knowledge, and that it was not I that was in fault in putting them, but science in pretending to have an answer for them.
Fit yourself in there somewhere and, "given a particular context" get back to us.
At the time we were all convinced that we had to speak, write, and publish as quickly as possible and as much as possible and that this was necessary for the good of mankind. Thousands of us published and wrote in an effort to teach others, all the while disclaiming and abusing one another. Without taking note of the fact that we knew nothing, that we did not know the answer to the simplest question of life, the question of what is right and what is wrong, we all went on talking without listening to one another.
And we certainly carry on that tradition here, don't we?
For man to be able to live he must either not see the infinite, or have such an explanation of the meaning of life as will connect the finite with the infinite.
Pick one:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_r ... traditions
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_p ... ideologies
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_s ... philosophy
Nowadays, as before, the public declaration and confession of Orthodoxy is usually encountered among dull-witted, cruel and immoral people who tend to consider themselves very important. Whereas intelligence, honesty, straightforwardness, good-naturedness and morality are qualities usually found among people who claim to be non-believers.
In other words, some things never change.
The assertion that you are in falsehood and I am in truth is the most cruel thing one man can say to another.
Well, that's certainly a falsehood.
I asked: 'What is the meaning of my life, beyond time, cause, and space?' And I replied to quite another question: 'What is the meaning of my life within time, cause, and space?' With the result that, after long efforts of thought, the answer I reached was: 'None'.
Of course, he is no less embedded in "the gap" and "Rummy's Rule". Though, okay, sure, whatever that means?
It was long before I could believe that human learning had no clear answer to this question. For a long time it seemed to me, as I listened to the gravity and seriousness wherewith Science affirmed its positions on matters unconnected with the problem of life, that I must have misunderstood something. For a long time I was timid in the presence in learning, and I fancied that the insufficiency of the answers which I received was not its fault, but was owing to my own gross ignorance, but this thing was not a joke or a pastime with me, but the business of my life, and I was at last forced, willy-nilly, to the conclusion that these questions of mine were the only legitimate questions underlying all knowledge, and that it was not I that was in fault in putting them, but science in pretending to have an answer for them.
Fit yourself in there somewhere and, "given a particular context" get back to us.
At the time we were all convinced that we had to speak, write, and publish as quickly as possible and as much as possible and that this was necessary for the good of mankind. Thousands of us published and wrote in an effort to teach others, all the while disclaiming and abusing one another. Without taking note of the fact that we knew nothing, that we did not know the answer to the simplest question of life, the question of what is right and what is wrong, we all went on talking without listening to one another.
And we certainly carry on that tradition here, don't we?
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Re: Quote of the day
Searching for Bobby Fischer
Fred: He's better at this than I've ever been at anything in my life. He's better at this than you'll ever be, at anything. My son has a gift. He has a gift, and when you acknowledge that, then maybe we will have something to talk about.
The look on her face!
Bruce Pandolfini: It's white's move.
Josh Waitzkin: How many points is it worth?
Bruce Pandolfini: It's just an opening move.
Josh Waitzkin: I want to know how much it's worth.
Bruce Pandolfini: Just do it for its own sake. Do it for the love of the game.
Josh Waitzkin: I want to know how many more points I am away to getting the certificate.
Bruce Pandolfini: Forget the certificate.
Josh Waitzkin: Why?
Bruce Pandolfini: I don't know.
Josh Waitzkin: What do you mean?
Bruce Pandolfini: I don't care. It's... white's move.
Josh Waitzkin: I want the certificate.
Bruce Pandolfini: [sighs] You want the certificate. You have to have the certificate.
[gets briefcase]
Bruce Pandolfini: You won't move until you get the certificate.
[opens it]
Bruce Pandolfini: Fine. You win.
[gives him copy of certificate]
Bruce Pandolfini: Here's your certificate.
Josh Waitzkin: [takes it]
Bruce Pandolfini: Fill it out. It doesn't mean anything. It's just a piece of paper. It's a xerox of a piece of paper. Do you want another one
[gives Josh another copy]
Bruce Pandolfini: Do you want 10?
[gives Josh few more copies]
Bruce Pandolfini: Do you want 20?
[continues stacking them on chess board one-by-one]
Bruce Pandolfini: 30? I've got a whole briefcase full of them. They don't mean anything, though.
Bonnie: [entering the room]
Bruce Pandolfini: They mean nothing.
Bonnie: Get out of my house.
Bruce Pandolfini: [sits there grimly a moment and then collects the certificates and prepares to leave]
Bonnie: [goes over to comfort Josh]
Bruce Pandolfini: [while getting coat on] To put a child in a position to care about winning and not to prepare him is wrong.
Bonnie: Get out of my house.
Bruce Pandolfini: [leaves]
Bonnie: [comforts Josh]
So, if you want to be the very best, whose side would you be on?
Bruce Pandolfini: His chess ideas are like pieces of his body he's reluctant to give up. For instance, he simply can't cope with being told not to bring his queen out too early in the game. Why shouldn't he? He's won many a game in Washington Square doing exactly that, why is this suddenly wrong?
Fred: Try getting him to brush his teeth sometime.
Bruce Pandolfini: What I'm trying to teach him and what he's learning there are two very different things. Park hustlers play tactics, not position. They rely on wild, unpredictable moves meant to intimidate their opponent. Great in a two-minute speed game for drug money, but it'll cost Josh dearly in real games.
Fred: Well, he's learning some new words!
Bruce Pandolfini: I was wondering if you could keep him from playing there so much.
Fred: Sure.
Bonnie: No. It'd kill him not to play in the park. He loves it.
Bruce Pandolfini: It just makes my job harder.
Bonnie: Then your job's harder
Same thing: So, if you want to be the very best, whose side would you be on?
Josh Waitzkin [first lines about Bobby Fischer]: In the days before the event, the whole world wondered if he would show up. Plane after plane waited on the runway, while he napped, took walks, and ate sandwiches. Henry Kissinger called and asked him to go for his country's honor. Soon after arriving, he offended the Icelanders by calling their country inadequate because it had no bowling alleys. He complained about the TV cameras, about the lighting, about the table and chairs, and the contrast of the squares on the board. His hotel room, he said, had too nice a view. None of this has anything to do with chess of course. But maybe it did. If he won, he'd be the first American world champion in history. If he lost, he'd just be another patzer from Brooklyn.
Ah, the psychology of chess...from a distance.
Vinnie: There it is!
Sort of scripted let's say.
Jonathan Poe: [after beating Russian Park Player] Trick or Treat.
Boy, will that come back to haunt him!
Fred: He's better at this than I've ever been at anything in my life. He's better at this than you'll ever be, at anything. My son has a gift. He has a gift, and when you acknowledge that, then maybe we will have something to talk about.
The look on her face!
Bruce Pandolfini: It's white's move.
Josh Waitzkin: How many points is it worth?
Bruce Pandolfini: It's just an opening move.
Josh Waitzkin: I want to know how much it's worth.
Bruce Pandolfini: Just do it for its own sake. Do it for the love of the game.
Josh Waitzkin: I want to know how many more points I am away to getting the certificate.
Bruce Pandolfini: Forget the certificate.
Josh Waitzkin: Why?
Bruce Pandolfini: I don't know.
Josh Waitzkin: What do you mean?
Bruce Pandolfini: I don't care. It's... white's move.
Josh Waitzkin: I want the certificate.
Bruce Pandolfini: [sighs] You want the certificate. You have to have the certificate.
[gets briefcase]
Bruce Pandolfini: You won't move until you get the certificate.
[opens it]
Bruce Pandolfini: Fine. You win.
[gives him copy of certificate]
Bruce Pandolfini: Here's your certificate.
Josh Waitzkin: [takes it]
Bruce Pandolfini: Fill it out. It doesn't mean anything. It's just a piece of paper. It's a xerox of a piece of paper. Do you want another one
[gives Josh another copy]
Bruce Pandolfini: Do you want 10?
[gives Josh few more copies]
Bruce Pandolfini: Do you want 20?
[continues stacking them on chess board one-by-one]
Bruce Pandolfini: 30? I've got a whole briefcase full of them. They don't mean anything, though.
Bonnie: [entering the room]
Bruce Pandolfini: They mean nothing.
Bonnie: Get out of my house.
Bruce Pandolfini: [sits there grimly a moment and then collects the certificates and prepares to leave]
Bonnie: [goes over to comfort Josh]
Bruce Pandolfini: [while getting coat on] To put a child in a position to care about winning and not to prepare him is wrong.
Bonnie: Get out of my house.
Bruce Pandolfini: [leaves]
Bonnie: [comforts Josh]
So, if you want to be the very best, whose side would you be on?
Bruce Pandolfini: His chess ideas are like pieces of his body he's reluctant to give up. For instance, he simply can't cope with being told not to bring his queen out too early in the game. Why shouldn't he? He's won many a game in Washington Square doing exactly that, why is this suddenly wrong?
Fred: Try getting him to brush his teeth sometime.
Bruce Pandolfini: What I'm trying to teach him and what he's learning there are two very different things. Park hustlers play tactics, not position. They rely on wild, unpredictable moves meant to intimidate their opponent. Great in a two-minute speed game for drug money, but it'll cost Josh dearly in real games.
Fred: Well, he's learning some new words!
Bruce Pandolfini: I was wondering if you could keep him from playing there so much.
Fred: Sure.
Bonnie: No. It'd kill him not to play in the park. He loves it.
Bruce Pandolfini: It just makes my job harder.
Bonnie: Then your job's harder
Same thing: So, if you want to be the very best, whose side would you be on?
Josh Waitzkin [first lines about Bobby Fischer]: In the days before the event, the whole world wondered if he would show up. Plane after plane waited on the runway, while he napped, took walks, and ate sandwiches. Henry Kissinger called and asked him to go for his country's honor. Soon after arriving, he offended the Icelanders by calling their country inadequate because it had no bowling alleys. He complained about the TV cameras, about the lighting, about the table and chairs, and the contrast of the squares on the board. His hotel room, he said, had too nice a view. None of this has anything to do with chess of course. But maybe it did. If he won, he'd be the first American world champion in history. If he lost, he'd just be another patzer from Brooklyn.
Ah, the psychology of chess...from a distance.
Vinnie: There it is!
Sort of scripted let's say.
Jonathan Poe: [after beating Russian Park Player] Trick or Treat.
Boy, will that come back to haunt him!
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Re: Quote of the day
Jeanette Winterson from Written on the Body
Destiny is a worrying concept. I don't want to be fated, I want to choose.
Maybe she does and maybe she "doesn't".
A curse on this game. How can you stick at a game when the rules keep on changing? I shall call myself Alice and play croquet with the flamingos. In Wonderland everyone cheats and love is Wonderland, isn't it?
You tell me.
You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so how could we take it back without asking?
My guess: not literally.
In a vacuum all photons travel at the same speed. They slow down when travelling through air or water or glass. Photons of different energies are slowed down at different rates. If Tolstoy had known this, would he have recognised the terrible untruth at the beginning of Anna Karenina? 'All happy families are alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own particular way.' In fact it's the other way around. Happiness is a specific. Misery is a generalisation. People usually know exactly why they are happy. They very rarely know why they are miserable.
Your task [as always] is to resolve this theoretically.
My task [here and now] is to scramble it all up again.
"Down here".
Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears?
Uh, God?
Odd to think that the piece of you I know best is already dead. The cells on the surface of your skin are thin and flat without the blood vessels or nerve endings. Dead cells, thickest on the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet.
What to make of that, right?
Destiny is a worrying concept. I don't want to be fated, I want to choose.
Maybe she does and maybe she "doesn't".
A curse on this game. How can you stick at a game when the rules keep on changing? I shall call myself Alice and play croquet with the flamingos. In Wonderland everyone cheats and love is Wonderland, isn't it?
You tell me.
You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so how could we take it back without asking?
My guess: not literally.
In a vacuum all photons travel at the same speed. They slow down when travelling through air or water or glass. Photons of different energies are slowed down at different rates. If Tolstoy had known this, would he have recognised the terrible untruth at the beginning of Anna Karenina? 'All happy families are alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own particular way.' In fact it's the other way around. Happiness is a specific. Misery is a generalisation. People usually know exactly why they are happy. They very rarely know why they are miserable.
Your task [as always] is to resolve this theoretically.
My task [here and now] is to scramble it all up again.
"Down here".
Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears?
Uh, God?
Odd to think that the piece of you I know best is already dead. The cells on the surface of your skin are thin and flat without the blood vessels or nerve endings. Dead cells, thickest on the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet.
What to make of that, right?
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Re: Quote of the day
Network
Diana Christensen: I watched your 6 o'clock news today; it's straight tabloid. You had a minute and a half of that lady riding a bike naked in Central Park; on the other hand, you had less than a minute of hard national and international news. It was all sex, scandal, brutal crime, sports, children with incurable diseases, and lost puppies. So, I don't think I'll listen to any protestations of high standards of journalism when you're right down on the streets soliciting audiences like the rest of us. Look, all I'm saying is if you're going to hustle, at least do it right.
Pick two:
1] things have gotten better
2] things have gotten worse
Diana Christensen: By tomorrow, he'll have a 50 share, maybe even a 60. Howard Beale is processed instant God, and right now, it looks like he may just go over bigger than Mary Tyler Moore.
Processed instant God? Let's Trump this.
Max Schumacher: We could make a series of it. "Suicide of the Week." Aw, hell, why limit ourselves? "Execution of the Week."
Howard Beale: "Terrorist of the Week."
Max Schumacher: I love it. Suicides, assassinations, mad bombers, Mafia hitmen, automobile smash-ups: "The Death Hour." A great Sunday night show for the whole family. It'd wipe that fuckin' Disney right off the air.
And I'll bet they would have.
Diana Christensen: Miss Hobbs, we're talking about 30 to 50 million people a shot. It's a lot better than handing out mimeographed pamphlets on ghetto street corners.
Or: Mr. iambiguous, we're talking about 30 to 50 million people a shot. It's a lot better than submitting posts in philosophy forums that only bots read.
Diana Christensen: The time has come to re-evaluate our relationship, Max.
Max Schumacher: So I see.
Diana Christensen: I don't like the way this script of ours has turned out. It's turning into a seedy little drama.
Max Schumacher: You're going to cancel the show?
Diana Christensen: Right.
Next up: our show here gets cancelled.
Frank Hackett: I argued that television was a volatile industry in which success and failure were determined week by week; Mr. Jensen does not like volatile industries and suggested with a certain sinister silkiness that volatility in business usually reflected bad management.
For some reason, Keith Olbermann just popped into my head.
Diana Christensen: I watched your 6 o'clock news today; it's straight tabloid. You had a minute and a half of that lady riding a bike naked in Central Park; on the other hand, you had less than a minute of hard national and international news. It was all sex, scandal, brutal crime, sports, children with incurable diseases, and lost puppies. So, I don't think I'll listen to any protestations of high standards of journalism when you're right down on the streets soliciting audiences like the rest of us. Look, all I'm saying is if you're going to hustle, at least do it right.
Pick two:
1] things have gotten better
2] things have gotten worse
Diana Christensen: By tomorrow, he'll have a 50 share, maybe even a 60. Howard Beale is processed instant God, and right now, it looks like he may just go over bigger than Mary Tyler Moore.
Processed instant God? Let's Trump this.
Max Schumacher: We could make a series of it. "Suicide of the Week." Aw, hell, why limit ourselves? "Execution of the Week."
Howard Beale: "Terrorist of the Week."
Max Schumacher: I love it. Suicides, assassinations, mad bombers, Mafia hitmen, automobile smash-ups: "The Death Hour." A great Sunday night show for the whole family. It'd wipe that fuckin' Disney right off the air.
And I'll bet they would have.
Diana Christensen: Miss Hobbs, we're talking about 30 to 50 million people a shot. It's a lot better than handing out mimeographed pamphlets on ghetto street corners.
Or: Mr. iambiguous, we're talking about 30 to 50 million people a shot. It's a lot better than submitting posts in philosophy forums that only bots read.
Diana Christensen: The time has come to re-evaluate our relationship, Max.
Max Schumacher: So I see.
Diana Christensen: I don't like the way this script of ours has turned out. It's turning into a seedy little drama.
Max Schumacher: You're going to cancel the show?
Diana Christensen: Right.
Next up: our show here gets cancelled.
Frank Hackett: I argued that television was a volatile industry in which success and failure were determined week by week; Mr. Jensen does not like volatile industries and suggested with a certain sinister silkiness that volatility in business usually reflected bad management.
For some reason, Keith Olbermann just popped into my head.