“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
Yes, our capacity to love more than one is there for sure, but she sounds downright greedy. She wants all of them, and dithers so long that she loses each one in the meanwhile. Nothing need be black or white barring zebras. nods.
. . . and Guinness and piano keys; but as far our lass in the amusing little video is concerned, and given she clearly is trying to decide, then she might want a little psychological tip contained in a Danish poem:
“Whenever you’re called on to make up your mind,
and you’re hampered by not having any,
the best way to solve the dilemma, you’ll find,
is simply by spinning a penny.
Not so that chance shall decide the affair
while you’re passively standing there moping;
but the moment the penny is up in the air,
you suddenly know what you’re hoping.”
― Piet Hein/’Kumbel’
He also said:
“Losing one glove is certainly painful, but nothing compared to the pain of losing that one glove, then throwing away the other, and then finding the first one again.”
That seems to be an argument for loving them both perhaps, present or absent?
Apologies for having gone all convoluted on your good-humoured post sonmi!
Spinning a penny eh? Hmmm. I see now.nods I like the poem you’ve quoted, it is a ditty, with the rhythm of a limerick, and I enjoy a good limerick. * sonmi quickly puts a hand over Hariod’s mouth to prevent a slew of breathtaking, truly obscene limericks pouring forth*.
Convoluted is at home here, so fear not H. smiles.
I don’t like figs mind you. laughs Nicely put Tubular, – “Fig figuring frantically for final fraternization fully fills foolish fantasies frequently formalized.” a few f’s can make all the difference if one gives a fig eh?
sonmi banning all figs, dates, raisins and currants from upon the Cloud but allowing a well disguised sultana or two through the stage door.
“The real challenge is figuring out how to live a meaningful and growing relationship with ANY fig you choose.” – or you could just have sex with the fig?
Hmm, I’d rather have a lychee I think. Still, never say never, as the wise Pauline Calf once said “If you like it do it. If you don’t like it, try it, you might like it.”
I am honoured. enjoys the kind slurping. I like this too “the snarling bitey furly lips.” Not in a real life situation, just the wordiness of it laughs.
This is a good post. Not entertaining of itself, and for which I found the video dull and boring (I don’t mean to offend, mind). But the comments it draw are on par and for that, it scores a Like and well worth the painful 5:57 it took to watch.
I’ll take that as well as I can Peter – loads the shot-gun. No, actually I just enjoyed the balloon creations in it, the inventive nature displayed in the film, but clearly they’re not for everyone. – hides the giant ‘Balloon fun for Peter’ present she has wrapped up, behind the Cloud – ahem.
It’s a slippery slope setting Hariod and Tubular loose, but one worth buying tickets for I’d say. looks outside the window and points at H and Tubular busy punning each other furiously up the back alley.
Personally I loathe video posts. Reminds me of the old staple where one could read the front page of The Times in less time than it took to watch News at Ten.
What a great film, the visuals were exquisite. In regards to the storyline, if the men had been at all sensitive to her deepest desires, they would have realized she had a thing for the painted wall, I could see it in her eyes 🙂
Ah I’m glad you enjoyed it Jessie. I think it showed the eternal and external nonsense that goes on in rivalry between men when it comes to women pretty well. Stereotypical and ingrained in society as it is. I think you’re right about the wall too, though ideally,mashed have taken the first rose, and seen what a thoughtful chap the first guy was, and sodded off to the pub with him to see how that panned out, rather than watching them strut their balloons. But it was an entertaining display, and with an unusual twist. It’s all so much hot air you see…laughs.
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“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Why only choose one? A girl can love two men.
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Yes, our capacity to love more than one is there for sure, but she sounds downright greedy. She wants all of them, and dithers so long that she loses each one in the meanwhile. Nothing need be black or white barring zebras. nods.
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. . . and Guinness and piano keys; but as far our lass in the amusing little video is concerned, and given she clearly is trying to decide, then she might want a little psychological tip contained in a Danish poem:
“Whenever you’re called on to make up your mind,
and you’re hampered by not having any,
the best way to solve the dilemma, you’ll find,
is simply by spinning a penny.
Not so that chance shall decide the affair
while you’re passively standing there moping;
but the moment the penny is up in the air,
you suddenly know what you’re hoping.”
― Piet Hein/’Kumbel’
He also said:
“Losing one glove is certainly painful, but nothing compared to the pain of losing that one glove, then throwing away the other, and then finding the first one again.”
That seems to be an argument for loving them both perhaps, present or absent?
Apologies for having gone all convoluted on your good-humoured post sonmi!
∴ hariodsittinginthecrotchquotingkumbelratherthanhavingagoodlaugh
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Spinning a penny eh? Hmmm. I see now. nods I like the poem you’ve quoted, it is a ditty, with the rhythm of a limerick, and I enjoy a good limerick. * sonmi quickly puts a hand over Hariod’s mouth to prevent a slew of breathtaking, truly obscene limericks pouring forth*.
Convoluted is at home here, so fear not H. smiles.
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Observing ALL the figs is the easy part and fantasizing about them ALL the time may be cathartic.
The real challenge is figuring out how to live a meaningful and growing relationship with ANY fig you choose. (assuming it’s mutual)
Fig figuring franticly for final fraternization fully fills foolish fantasies frequently formalized.
Or so Tubularsock says . . . . .
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I don’t like figs mind you. laughs Nicely put Tubular, – “Fig figuring frantically for final fraternization fully fills foolish fantasies frequently formalized.” a few f’s can make all the difference if one gives a fig eh?
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Well, that fig-ures.
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groooooaaaannnnnnnnnns – you big punner you!
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“The real challenge is figuring out how to live a meaningful and growing relationship with ANY fig you choose.” – or you could just have sex with the fig?
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Euuuwwwww. Short but thin and sweet eh? laughing.
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Yes, nice with a couple of Rambutans too. 😮
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Hmm, I’d rather have a lychee I think. Still, never say never, as the wise Pauline Calf once said “If you like it do it. If you don’t like it, try it, you might like it.”
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Hmmm, raisin expectations?
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Tubularsock has to admit …….
The cloud can produce some crazy shit!
Ok. Sure, that raisin is cute. But is he “seedless” or would one need protection?
Is this what is called raisin-sexting?
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Oh dear. – takes a long pole with a large hook on the end and pulls Tubular off stage in a trice
sonmi laughing whilst handing him over to the bouncers to deal with (not that sort either), upon and off the Cloud
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I lost the plot after I watched the first blow-up thing. My mind went …
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Awww. squeaks about for a few seconds and hands over a perfect representation of a Podenco along with a handful of pins. Go ahead…laughs.
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Ah. That might be ok. So long as it’s albino white. Keep the pins, thanks.
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Excellent! It is, of course albino white nods smiling.
sonmi.u.t.C
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You merit a satisfied Podenco lip slurp. Well, only if you want. They can be quite gentle and kind. Unlike the snarling bitey furly lips.
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I am honoured. enjoys the kind slurping. I like this too “the snarling bitey furly lips.” Not in a real life situation, just the wordiness of it laughs.
sonmi.u.t.C
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This is a good post. Not entertaining of itself, and for which I found the video dull and boring (I don’t mean to offend, mind). But the comments it draw are on par and for that, it scores a Like and well worth the painful 5:57 it took to watch.
Maybe I should have just shut up, eh?
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I’ll take that as well as I can Peter – loads the shot-gun. No, actually I just enjoyed the balloon creations in it, the inventive nature displayed in the film, but clearly they’re not for everyone. – hides the giant ‘Balloon fun for Peter’ present she has wrapped up, behind the Cloud – ahem.
It’s a slippery slope setting Hariod and Tubular loose, but one worth buying tickets for I’d say. looks outside the window and points at H and Tubular busy punning each other furiously up the back alley.
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Talk about cheek! 😮
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I know, you, of all people!! More than one of them on show too. laughs.
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Personally I loathe video posts. Reminds me of the old staple where one could read the front page of The Times in less time than it took to watch News at Ten.
I’m just a reader, not a watcher.
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Well… thank you for that Roughseas.
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Stop being Huffy On The Cloud. My concentration is poor. I watched it because it was you! I prefer to read. That’s all. I’m in control. 🙂
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“I watched it because it was you!” – thank you laughs. I do too for the most part.
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What a great film, the visuals were exquisite. In regards to the storyline, if the men had been at all sensitive to her deepest desires, they would have realized she had a thing for the painted wall, I could see it in her eyes 🙂
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Ah I’m glad you enjoyed it Jessie. I think it showed the eternal and external nonsense that goes on in rivalry between men when it comes to women pretty well. Stereotypical and ingrained in society as it is. I think you’re right about the wall too, though ideally,mashed have taken the first rose, and seen what a thoughtful chap the first guy was, and sodded off to the pub with him to see how that panned out, rather than watching them strut their balloons. But it was an entertaining display, and with an unusual twist. It’s all so much hot air you see…laughs.
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Agreed with the nonsense part. It would be unfortunate if she didn’t drink and lived in chastity!
Hot air is great for balloons 🙂
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It really would. nods a great deal. And yes, that was my plan winks.
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How absolutely adorable and clever. Perhaps mankind’s greatest achievement is art. And I’ll leave it at that. Meow for now, Harlon
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I thought so too! We all have some art within. nods.
sonmi waving a cat back at him from upon the Cloud.
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