Obituaries

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Not many people in the computer world remembered H. Edward Roberts, not after he walked away from the industry more than three decades ago to become a country doctor in Georgia. Bill Gates remembered him, though

As Dr. Roberts lay dying last week in a hospital in Macon, Ga., suffering from pneumonia, Mr. Gates flew down to be at his bedside.

H. Edward Roberts, PC Pioneer, Dies at 68

How Words, Movies and Music Connect the Past and Future in War and Peace
Altair Remembered – Robots, PC Pioneers And UAVs

[SadLuckDame]

Are you trying to tell me that you're showing me all of your life broken down into 5 parts or characters, including childhood?

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I like your movie better than mine.

I like that poster too
Robots have more fun.

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"At South Hadley High School, the kids were running the island and the adults were missing"

"The lonesome death of Phoebe Prince"





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April 4




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[SadLuckDame]

I'll tell you my dreams, if you'll show me all of yours.

[gypsyjoker]

That's my dream.

I learned a new word today on the free rice site

Gazump.

Looking forward to using it. I like the sound of it.

I agree, the only way to take people is one by one, individually as we met them.

"Hell is other people"
I am in my hermit phase.

[SadLuckDame]

I've been using the free rice site pretty often, since I'd found you here. I'd even included a link to it on my FB for others to do, I'm glad you'd shared it.

The crowd is so generalized that they seem almost unimportant if they're but a group of unfamiliarity... they gain importance when singled out into an actual individual. I don't know, just first thoughts.

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We are all one quivering meat machine.
I don't know jack shit about Buddhism but I digged Kerouac's compassion.

Right across the Bell Curve we are all one
the one percenters at the tail ends, the cozy big hump in the middle. We are all prisoners on this planet
jesus said what we do for the least of these???? something like that, I don't know jack shit about Christianity either.

Life Against Death
Inheriting from the Protestant tradition a conscience which insisted that intellectual work should be directed toward the relief of man’s estate, I, like

But a woman's work is never done

Met a guy one sunny day
we were standing there on the stoop of the Anthropolgy building in college park when a group of black robbed women came marching down the mall carrying a huge paper mache phalus above their heads. Which they threw down in front of the admin. bldg and burned.

So this guy says as soon as he gets his MBA and makes his first quater million dollars he is going to buy a 40 foot ketch and sail around the world fuck civilization.

Mean while
I still got a sink full of dirty dishes
and malaise and malaise is threatening me with a law suit
but I did start on the taxes.

[SadLuckDame]

I must lack compassion. I don't mean to, but I don't even know them until I know them and therefore I don't include them until I make them mine in some odd fashion. I must be a monster.

Been trying to figure out your lawsuit thing by googling. I never find anything when googling. I gotta just guess.

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What was that bit from the old bible about wisdom and grief. Poor old Freud, all his wisdom come to naught. Used for an insidious purpose. Non sum asked me to defend the quote from the bible....Freud is the best example of much wisdom much grief I can think of.

For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.

Here we are in the brave new world.
One hundred years after freud
the damage is done
I don't know what to do about it
I would teach my children if I had any
that their fathers hell did slowly go bye
see them as individuals not little consumers.
A hard fight with all the media massage they are subject too



Thinking bout Elizabeth Cady statement about the 20th century

If the 19th century is to be governed by the opinions of the 18th and the 20th by the 19th, the world will always be governed by dead men.
Elizabeth Cady Stanton

We living out the 21st by the opinions of the 20th
No more gen X I heard, todays young people are called millennials .
I wish them well
I hope I live long enough to see what you are going to be like in your 50's


Oh the law suit I am playing on the word malaise and my sink full of dirty dishes. Threaten myself with a lawsuit if I don't get out of this internial stasis A feeling of out of sorts, spring fever maybe. I have heard that decadence is when bachelors live like married men. Nothing decadent about me.

There really is a law firm here named of Malaise and something. Freud used the word as "the malaise of civilization.

Interesting word for me is reify. Main Entry: re·ify

Pronunciation: \ˈrā-ə-ˌfī, ˈrē-\
Function: transitive verb
Inflected Form(s): re·ified; re·ify·ing
Etymology: Latin res thing — more at real
Date: 1854
: to regard (something abstract) as a material or concrete thing

I feel like i play Charlie Brown to your Lucy.

[SadLuckDame]

I'll be honest, I didn't consider crowds until I read that book Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee. When I read that I started thinking about the crowd spitting on Jesus--whom just prior they loved and the crowds that burned young women at Salem, I just decided crowds are senseless and mean nothing except what it is their appointed leader suggests and they care not for their own cares during their crowd moment. It's too disturbing to me. I'd not want to be like that and I'd like to always do as I do because it's in my heart or gut.

The scary part of the crowd idea is I think I could find I'd fall into it if I'm standing in an intense moment, looking around lost and needing some guidance because I'd be lost. If I can make myself well equipped to never feel lost, and depend more fully on my instincts and imagination; meaning pretending to be elsewhere if it saves me from reacting senselessly, than I'll have achieved something for my soul to last longer on.

I know that first clip said Roosevelt believed crowds could make a good choice, and I think so too I guess, but not under pressure, not outside their comfort or what's natural. Then they'll be but nobodies except one or two exceptional individuals who'll react on their own accord; depending on what that reaction would be whether hero or monster.

Hello Charlie
Let's do a comedy.

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Lets do comedy, think Woody Allen as a mesomorph. He does humor about death so well.

I got a certain Peanuts strip in mind when I mentioned Charlie and Lucy. The one where he offers to sign his art work for her. It ends with her cackling "he believed me, he actually thought I liked it" something like that. (something like that a phrase mnaz uses sometimes and I use it a lot too, I think inspired by his use of it)

LSD has lingering effects. Been thirty years since I did it but it is still with me in some respects. I have not seen him around in years Doreen's son, Eyelidlessness. A chip off the old block, got a mind like a steel trap. I like his user name. The Acid left me naked to my lidless eye. I am chagrined to see all the tiimes I have been caught up in the crowd. Repression, is another concept that has been reified.

Read an interesting article in Harper's magazine about Faulkner (I have never read him)

Interim Report On Recessional Aesthetics

4. Recessional Epiphany

In Faulner's As I lay Dying in the middle of her stunning monologue aouut negative space and negational language. Addie Bundren a dark emissary of pure negativity, death itself used the word "recessional." Faulner's obutuse—indeed, jarring— use of the term here sends a dilengent reader t the dictionary which defines "recessianlal as ...

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[He] was puzzled by mourning, which he considered love’s rebellion against loss. When we love, he said, our love goes out from us to the object of our affection, where it dwells in the beloved as if in ourselves—much like an embassy which, though in a foreign land, is said to stand upon the soil of the native country. When we lose a loved one, our love is drawn back again into us. But this process of recall is arduous and painful. Our love strives to inhabit the dwelling it has built in the heart of our lover, even when that heart no longer beats or is no longer near. And so, losing love, we suffer, and in that suffering we experience our love once more, in parting.

[diesel dyke]

Hand me down my walking cane
It's a sin to tell a lie

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