Thankful times.......

[judih]

good thread, indeed.
thanks, hester, for including us in these travels, deliberations and understandings.

i love the scene of you walking dutifully into the job interview while your soul and aura were out demonstrating. Can't hide who we are.

best of luck.
we don't do Thanksgiving over here, at least not one special day. Every day i'm thankful i'm here and not food for the turkeys. But for those of you with a blessed long weekend - yay and be merry.

[mnaz]

Hest... you are "keeping the faith", I see... on the path. It's about all any of us can do, really. Keep on keepin' on, as they say...

[hester_prynne]

Indeed, keep on keepin on, as I sit here in the solitary epilogue of my Thanksgiving.
Stella's gone home, I'm back to cashiering at the co-op, it's night and the tv is on, and here I am over here, where? who? huh?.
Traveling the minutes in between the next events.....
humming Alfie to myself.

Oh woe,
begone!!!!!!
Keep on keepin on....

H

[stilltrucking]

stilltru: let us know when you finish Husserl. that will be a momentous accomplishment, like readin' the whole bible. Of course, when the snake gets thru eating its tail, it has to eat its own head. now, THEN that's some freaky internal consciousness!

I am not that ambitious. I just don't have the momentum for momentous accomplisments no moe.

Around page one forty, my annotations in the margins stopped, also underling that all stopped, I got a bookmark at page 180 but the previous forty pages are pure as virgin snow, not a mark on them.


The short answer is thanks for the encouraging words ed, but I am not planing on finishing the last eighty pages or so.

Ludvig With a Stein is easier for me.
Husserl been good to me
but I give him thirty years already
if I get another thirty years I will be a hundred.
Ludvig baby lets do lunch.

But what if someone said "I can assure you I feel the visual image to be two inches behind the bridge of my nose"; -- what are we to answer him? Should we say that he is not speaking the truth, or that there cannot be such a feeling? What if he asks us "do you know all the feelings there are? How do you know there isn't such a feeling?"
What if the diviner tells us that when he holds the rod he feels that the water is five feet under the ground? or that he feels that a mixture of copper and gold is five feet under the ground? Suppose that to our doubts he answered: "You can estimate a length when you see it. Why shouldn't I have a different way of estimating it?"

Clay I was thinking it was a hoop snake and it wasn't chewing on its ass to make a meal
it was holding its tail to make a wheel

I am about done with Husserl for a while
BUt it breaks my heart that I am too lazy to find the bit he wrote
about the duration of a melody.

How is you
where is you
be good to hear your voice again.