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Poker, poker, who's got the poker?* - Ldy, the lemony, ligerish ducttaparian's Magic Treehouse of Lost Thoughts
A classy broad's life... with footnotes.
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Poker, poker, who's got the poker?*
I think there was love snuck in between hates,
and all these hates are loves, too, I suppose.**


Compare that to "I'll be wearing a dark suit and a longing look in my eyes."

If one questions whether sweetness is saccharine, it it a reflection of a bitter heart? Or merely a taste for realism?

If one questions whether hate is love, it is a reflection of a dichotomous heart? Or merely a yearning for fantasy?

I begin to suffer the illusion that I see myself as a reflection of others, when I know deep down that others are seen as a reflection of myself.

I'm overly-analytical, I know. No more thinking! Dammit, Jim, I'm a writer, not a philosopher!

Though come to think of it, we are all philosophers. And perhaps that is why I enjoyed Saturday's play so completely: because it represents the internal struggle that goes on in my own brain every day; the rectification of left brain and right, of scientific methodology and meaning and truth and beauty.

To say nothing of the inner Bertrand Russell who appreciates a good fuck.*

So, half of me is moved by poetry, the other half is driven to scansion.*** But it is important to note that the more one analyzes a situation, the farther one is removed from it. This much I know is true.

So, enough with the infernal internal dialogue. Time to focus on work.

Everything will work out. It always does**** :)

* A reference to Fly Bottle. And another reference to Fly Bottle.
** I find it funny that I write in pentameter sometimes. I don't even like writing in that meter, really; iambic particularly. I usually tend to lean towards the anapestic, the trochaic and the dactylic, and often complain about having three left feet, when of course there can be only one.
*** We won't talk about the third half.
**** Just because that's an inductively valid assumption doesn't mean it will happen... but betcher bottom dollar that tomorrow... it will all work out ;) (And somewhere a true philosopher groans)
!!! In keeping with the theme of this entry, one might say I wax prosodic, and shave with occam's razor. (How parsimonious of me, really.)
@@@ I describe my feelings through obscure references to poetry, star trek, highlander, mathematics, philosophy and terrible puns. Man, I really AM a geek, aren't I.

I'm feeling all kinds of: lexically stressed?
What I hear: If you're cryptic and you know it clap your hands *clapclap*

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wolfshaman From: wolfshaman Date: June 2nd, 2003 10:44 am (UTC) (permalink)
Be careful with Occam's razor, it is very sharp!
*clap clap*
:D
ldy From: ldy Date: June 2nd, 2003 11:27 am (UTC) (permalink)

Teehee :D
scottobear From: scottobear Date: June 2nd, 2003 11:10 am (UTC) (permalink)
For some folks, hate can often be mistaken for love... that usually shakes out as actual hate in the long run, though.

Sometimes you become part of a problem by over-analyzing it... don't stand on the train tracks doing word problems involving mass transit.

No sour persimmons for you... you'll bounce through the vibe with gusto, I'm sure.
ldy From: ldy Date: June 2nd, 2003 11:28 am (UTC) (permalink)
But but but if a train left Penn station at 10:45 and went west at 45 miles an hou*BLAMPTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD*

Hee. PIRATE!
scottobear From: scottobear Date: June 2nd, 2003 12:14 pm (UTC) (permalink)

Re:

ARRR!!

Pirate ben Grimm!
keethrax From: keethrax Date: June 2nd, 2003 11:15 am (UTC) (permalink)
Well, your entries have sent me to dictionary.com before, but never more than once like this one (several visits).

Thanks for the mental exercise.

The words being (in case you were wondering): anapestic, trochaic, dactylic, and prosodic.
ldy From: ldy Date: June 2nd, 2003 11:31 am (UTC) (permalink)
But that means you got scansion, Occam's razor and parsimonious! (Hooray!)

I actually considered linking some of the more arcane words to m-w.com, but thought that might be presumptuous of me.

Perhaps, someday, I'll write a script that will link every word in an entry to its definition, just so I don't play favourites ;)
keethrax From: keethrax Date: June 2nd, 2003 11:55 am (UTC) (permalink)
Yep, got all those. I've just grown out of being a lazy reader after having made too many odd mistakes by not looking words up. Especially when its so easy while on a computer. I still find myself being lazy on occasion when reading real books.
aetius From: aetius Date: June 2nd, 2003 11:17 am (UTC) (permalink)
I describe my feelings through obscure references to poetry, star trek, highlander, mathematics, philosophy and terrible puns. Man, I really AM a geek, aren't I.
You say that as though Geek is a bad thing.

You'd be amazed at how many people men find geek to be sexy.
ldy From: ldy Date: June 2nd, 2003 11:34 am (UTC) (permalink)
Hee. Then I must be very sexy, indeed! ;P

Despite logical rationalizations to the contrary, men will inexplicably be drawn more quickly to the damsel tied to the tracks than the redhead holding the power tools. I say that like this is an attribute that only men have, but that's not true either. Women are attracted to men who need rescuing, too.

Yes. Yes, indeed.

*thinks*
keethrax From: keethrax Date: June 2nd, 2003 11:57 am (UTC) (permalink)
How about the red-head with power tools tied to the tracks? Best of both worlds...
ldy From: ldy Date: June 2nd, 2003 07:13 pm (UTC) (permalink)
Enough time, and I could weedwhack myself free of the ropes :)
aetius From: aetius Date: June 2nd, 2003 12:13 pm (UTC) (permalink)
Not having met you in person, I am in no position to judge how sexy you are ... photographs never do full justice (and don't show how you move, just how you look when sitting still). (For me, movement is more important than base appearance -- but then, I'm a bit odd)

I actually lack a great deal of aggressiveness that I (theoretically) should have. I'm generally much more attracted to independent-minded power-tool-wielding women than the "Tied To The Tracks" sort. There have been occasional exceptions, mind you, but not many.
ldy From: ldy Date: June 2nd, 2003 07:15 pm (UTC) (permalink)
True beauty is in the eye of the beholder :) And there are always exceptions to the rule (actually, there's probably an exception to the rule that there are always exceptions to the rule, but you know what I mean).

I've never been the aggressive sort, but I'm becoming more aggressive as time wears on. Odd, that.
hitchhiker From: hitchhiker Date: June 2nd, 2003 01:22 pm (UTC) (permalink)
Well, I'd untie the damsel first, sit her down with a nice cup of tea, and *then* go hit on the powertoolweilding chick :) The other way around is just so messy.
ldy From: ldy Date: June 2nd, 2003 07:16 pm (UTC) (permalink)

*SNORK!*
scottobear From: scottobear Date: June 2nd, 2003 02:29 pm (UTC) (permalink)
If I saw a damsel on the tracks, I'd swing by, pick you up and get your help (I have precious few power tools)... I think a capable woman is far more appealling than one that needs saving all the time...but I'm a pod.
ldy From: ldy Date: June 2nd, 2003 07:17 pm (UTC) (permalink)
Funny, I was just staring at the pod I picked up off the ground when we walked together :)

I am happy and blessed to know so many wonderful people who don't fit the status quo :) *bighugs!*
scottobear From: scottobear Date: June 2nd, 2003 07:26 pm (UTC) (permalink)

Re:

*bighugs*

glad you've got a momento!

hitchhiker From: hitchhiker Date: June 2nd, 2003 01:28 pm (UTC) (permalink)
people men people
aetius From: aetius Date: June 2nd, 2003 02:50 pm (UTC) (permalink)
...

Wow.

Thank you.
hitchhiker From: hitchhiker Date: June 2nd, 2003 02:52 pm (UTC) (permalink)
You're welcome (:
ldy From: ldy Date: June 2nd, 2003 07:18 pm (UTC) (permalink)
Whee-- I got lost there :) Thanks!!
keethrax From: keethrax Date: June 2nd, 2003 12:49 pm (UTC) (permalink)
I'd have to agree there, suppose that's why I ended up marrying someone with a thing for chainsaws (she's got a degree in forestry).
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