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[29 Aug 2012|09:16am] |
I have always wondered why debate must turn into argument. I understand people hold dearly their opinions, but in all honesty, the moment we stop considering other people is the moment we start risking our own arguments stop making sense.
I find it particularly interesting in the history of Philosophy, which isn’t other thing than the “art” (with apologies to any and all artists that might read this) or conversing, debating and finding answers to things nobody can quite understand. And yet since the very beginning of it the debate of whether the Mind is over the Matter, or the Matter is over the Mind has separated them and placed them in opposing sides of what I feel is the same debate.
Sure, not everyone fights and bickers about it, but I’m surprised the number of people who tries to get the best from both ideals is not as large as I expected.
The middle point is, sometimes, the best of both worlds and the most convenient choice.
[…] The library sure is silent sometimes.
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[29 Aug 2012|09:42am] |
[Filtered to Questing Beast]
I never stopped to ask you, I think.
How much would you mind if I occasionally bring company to the room?
mind you, your opinion is most likely going to change nothing
[Public]
Hey, fashion designers?
We should meet sometime. As many as possible. Think about it, whenever we aren't bitching at each other constantly we are bound to have a very good time. I could use more friends anyway
[Children & Hedone]
I ask you because I know I can trust your judgement in this subject.
Maybe not so much yours, Harmonia (Lily, right?). But I don't see the sense of excluding you; doesn't strike me as fair and chances are you surprise me with your knowledge. Maybe
How active would you consider Montenegro in terms of love romance passion sex? Typical American movie-like? Or actually edging to the realm of Boring? As expected, I can't pick this kind of things easily with reincarnates, so several heads should work better than one.
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[29 Aug 2012|11:36am] |
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Budapest was beautiful. The food was amazing, all the places we went to were fabulous, the people something else entirely, and I don't know if I'll ever forget the lovely boy who let me play with his cimbalom. What was his name again... ah yes, Barnabás. I wonder if I can find a place around here that sells cimbaloms, not like I have room for one, but still.
I really wish I was better at flying. One day I will be, but until then I definitely kissed the ground as soon as we landed. Also, I think I may have gained a good ten pounds. Where's my running shorts?
[filter; arron]
Hey, I stopped by last night to let you know I was back, but you must have been out. Hope you had fun without me!
[filter; away from aphrodite & ares]
Who wants to take a poor jet-lagged soul out for some drinks and scintillating conversation? Treat me good and I might just put out~ j/k j/k.
[filter; private]
It's funny how being away from an addictive personality can give people some perspective...
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[29 Aug 2012|03:35pm] |
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I've got all the books I need for this coming semester, and I can tell that my first year here at Montenegro will be exemplary. I can only hope that I find the peace of mind I seek here, though I can already tell that might not be as easy as I assume.
[filter; trojans]
This is Cassandra. I know some of you are here, but I'm unsure if you knew I was.
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[29 Aug 2012|03:51pm] |
Filtered to Angrboda, Jor, and Hel
I don't know about you three, but I'm going to see just how much I take after my original old man. Do me a favor, and call me Hephaestus. I want to see how long Mr. Woten-Wooten-Wooden, wtfe, falls for it.
Filtered to Sedna
Hey, how's it going?
Filtered to Loki
That was a pretty low trick you played a couple of weeks ago.
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[29 Aug 2012|06:38pm] |
[HODR.]
I ha This is likely to seem to be imposing of me, but you must understand. I promised myself that I would not le I owe it to you to be a better brother and not allow them to hurt y
Please Come over?
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[29 Aug 2012|08:29pm] |
A definition:
son•der
— n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own - populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries, and inherited craziness - an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you'll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk. |
It is astounding, I think, just how very ordinary things work. The world is such an unfathomably large thing.
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[29 Aug 2012|08:47pm] |
SCREW IT. I came to the forum to be open and I'm sick of hiding.
I'm Odin.
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[29 Aug 2012|09:24pm] |
If I ever happen to get married (I know, I know. Contain your skeptical laughter. I do what I want.) I can only hope that my - numerous, of course; as my parents have engendered within me unfairly high expectations in regard to marital life-expectancy - years of wedded bliss are half as interesting as the ones shared by the Ponds.
I mean, seriously. Ood on the loo.
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[29 Aug 2012|09:35pm] |
I needed a new project, so I composed a song. It's okay, I think. I don't know. I made it for someone. It's silly. I mean, I don't even know if she'll like it. It doesn't mean anything. In that kind of a way. But I'm still nervous.
[Gabriel]
I made a song for you. You've been so nice to me, and, like I said, I needed a new project. I don't think I was supposed to say that. I can come to you or you can come to the music building. It's a violin piece, so I don't have to worry about carrying a piano around.
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[29 Aug 2012|09:52pm] |
I had a fun time at my dad's place. He took my news pretty well. I mean, he didn't stop talking to me, and gave me a hug at the airport, so I'm thinking everything's fine. He just didn't say much about it. I didn't show him what I can do, which helps. I've been back for a while, but I haven't said much. Not because of that. Just because. I said a bit too much during that truth thing, I think. I almost spilled the beans. Nothing too bad. Maybe.
I'm excited about school in general. I'm not excited about that intro acting class I'm taking. But I guess it'll help. Blah, blah, blah. I'll get through it. Maybe. We'll see. Everyone will hear me complain at some point.
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[29 Aug 2012|11:58pm] |
[McNamara Siblings]
I hope neither of you are busy this weekend. I think it would be nice if we could all get together. JJ wants to spend more time with the two of you, and I would like to know what's going on in your lives. Saturday, Sunday, or Monday. Please pick a day. Feel free to invite a friend.
[Osiris, Set, Isis]
I would love to spend some time with the three of you. I would like it if we could all get together as a family, but I understand if that's not possible. We could have dinner at my apartment. My daughter would love to meet you all.
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