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Somehow, this has something to do with Istanbul - A little less than a happy high
komos
komos
Somehow, this has something to do with Istanbul
I killed a moth in my room last night. For an instant, all I could see were the sweaters that have been ruined and the hole I discovered in the leg of my suit pants, all of my things serving as dinner for a horde of hungry vermin. As I started getting creeped out by the thought of the thousands of eggs hatching into hungry little larvae, a wave of anger hit me. Just as I said, “No fucking way!” I crushed her with my thumb. Marty would have been proud of my smooshing prowess.

Only afterwards did I stop to think that maybe, just maybe, I had killed an innocent. I’m really not sure that she was a moth of the cloth-eating variety. She was completely white, with wings that formed a delicately curved chevron at their rest. In all honesty, she really was quite pretty. There’s nothing left except for this vague sense of regret for destroying something beautiful. I wonder if this is how the Turks felt after sacking Constantinople.

Passion can be a strange and unpredictable motivator.
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komos From: komos Date: July 14th, 2004 10:22 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm thinking that I'm going to have to chalk this one up to collateral damage.
From: ex_cayetana730 Date: July 14th, 2004 09:36 am (UTC) (Link)
Those moths eat plants in your vegetable garden.
komos From: komos Date: July 14th, 2004 10:21 am (UTC) (Link)

Toma-TOES

The little white ones? Since I've not been able to negotiate any space outside from the landlord, I'm quite ok with that.
From: ex_cayetana730 Date: July 14th, 2004 10:24 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Toma-TOES

hmm, well if it's really tiny, like if its wings are the size of your fingernails, then no.
But the larger ones you usually see outside, wings the size of quarters maybe, are the ones who eat stuff. Sometimes called Cabbage Moths.
komos From: komos Date: July 14th, 2004 11:59 am (UTC) (Link)
The whole thing was about the size of my thumbnail.

You know, not too long ago, I bought a copy of National Geographic specifically because they had some stunning photography of moths from a couple of guys in Connecticut. I'm actually quite fascinated by them.
wisdom_seeker From: wisdom_seeker Date: July 14th, 2004 10:44 am (UTC) (Link)
Just how big was this moth? The cloth-eating ones I've seen are all about dime size or smaller. Have you gotten any Cedar shavings for your closet? I'm pretty sure you can get 'em in bags and the scent keeps the moths away (or, as we've discussed before, you could actually try to talk you-know-who into using the living room cedar chest for what it's designed for...)
komos From: komos Date: July 14th, 2004 11:57 am (UTC) (Link)
Right size, but I think it was the wrong color. This looked white against my bedsheets, which is no mean trick.

And you know that Lord Voldemort J- will not go for anything quite so radical. Besides, I'm frightened by the prospect of his not having anywhere to put his growing collection of dated media.
kiad From: kiad Date: July 14th, 2004 12:43 pm (UTC) (Link)
You were friends with a moth in your dream, or is the dream-friend someone else, someone specific, someone that doesn't belong in your dreams?
komos From: komos Date: July 14th, 2004 12:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
The moth came after the dreams began. At first, I was surprised to find her there in my unwaking life. Now, it seems quite natural.

It makes me quietly happy.
From: uruz Date: July 14th, 2004 09:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
I often feel very guilty for having to smush insects simply for sharing my living space and doing what comes only natural to them. If I can, they get caught in a plastic cup and I let them loose outside.

I don't blame you for your initial reaction, though.
komos From: komos Date: July 15th, 2004 06:15 am (UTC) (Link)
I can't say as I'm feeling guilty per se, I just found my reaction interesting. It was kind of like I stepped out of myself for a moment.

[*shrug*] The Dark Side makes you powerful, I guess.
From: skygoodwill Date: July 15th, 2004 11:56 am (UTC) (Link)
Not really.
komos From: komos Date: July 15th, 2004 12:57 pm (UTC) (Link)

Give some props to the little green dude.

A joke. As any geek can quote:

"Is the Dark Side stronger?"
"No. Quicker. Easier. More seductive."

One of the interesting elements of the story is that while the Sith are fairly well convinced of the inevitability of one's destiny, the redemption of Skywalker ultimately proves that one can choose a fate and end up with a funky glowing jedi body to boot.
From: skygoodwill Date: July 15th, 2004 01:28 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Give some props to the little green dude.

Ok this is fun. Can I play? In my way?

No. Check.

Quicker. What is faster than light?

Easier. Perhaps, as it can only make one weaker. So one just follows along without any will. Fun! But it can only be a momentarily 'easier' with a long road of arduous horribulus.

More seductive. Only because it micmics one's pain and other stuff. Gooey and gross.


Glowing green body? I musta missed something. Although redemption can come in miracles... its usually by concerted effort. That, and giving thanks to those who share a helping hand, up, not down.

Curious with the choice of words: 'a body to boot' always with the self-attacking, eh. I'm kiddin, sorta maybe.

Yet in the end its only just words, its actions that carry the day.
komos From: komos Date: July 15th, 2004 01:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
Quicker
Thought.

Easier
I would contend that it's just easier, and that's all it will ever be. Simplicity is the key, and simple is never easy.

More seductive
Rather, it is a reaction to pain. It promises a quick reward in exchange for the clouding of one's humanity.

The funky glowing jedi body is actually kind of blue-ish. In the mythos, the redemption didn't come through miracle. It was entirely by choice.

(Why do I get the feeling I'm being lectured again?)
From: skygoodwill Date: July 15th, 2004 02:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
(Dunno. Perhaps you feel I should do lectures? I've been told that, but I imagine myself much too shy to speak in front of the masses. I'm an individualist.)
komos From: komos Date: July 15th, 2004 02:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
(Isn't shyness spawned by fear?)
From: skygoodwill Date: July 15th, 2004 03:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
(Not necessarily. Sometimes it comes with too much awareness.)
komos From: komos Date: July 15th, 2004 09:49 pm (UTC) (Link)

Upstairs at Eric's

"Sometimes you can feel the difference."
From: skygoodwill Date: July 16th, 2004 09:31 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Upstairs at Eric's

And what does that difference feel like?
How nice of you share that with me.

Something else entirely: Ironically, the thing that struck me most about Julie Taymor is her grasp of public speaking.
komos From: komos Date: July 16th, 2004 12:15 pm (UTC) (Link)

Spending warm summer days indoors

Really, the question is yours. I'm of a mind tht shyness is a wall. It both protects and hinders since it keeps one from opening to the full experience of the world. You've suggested something different, hence "sometimes you feel the difference." If "shyness is nice," how does it feel different?

I think Taymor is adept with her public face in part because she is so grounded in her ideas and her work, and in part because much of her work centers around communication, and impermanent communication at that.
From: skygoodwill Date: July 16th, 2004 01:04 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Spending warm summer days outdoors

Is the question mine? I see.

There are varieties of shyness. There is the shyness that stems from humility and reticence that one is of any importance whatsoever. That everything is greater than them. A sense of awe and feeling overpowered by the world's wonder.

There is shyness that comes from shrewdness, knowing that if said soul will conceal their truth, then it be best to self-protect. If you hide your hand, I'll hide mine.

There is shyness that isn't shyness, more like terror.

There is shyness that isn't really shyness, more a sense of compassion. 'I am too strong and powerful for you, and so I will retain my presence within as to not disturb you'.

There is shyness which is really sculking.

There is shyness... etc... etc...

As far as Ms. Taymor is concerned, that was my next remark, that I typed and then did not include. Besides her public speaking capacity, I found her ability to materialize her ideas admirable. So in those two ways, I commend her in being functional. There is much to pick apart in her actual performance and choice of tact - regardless she presents herself and her ideas clearly and to everyone without reticence. She beats like a drum.

Speaking of drums. I was taken to see Lion King on my birthday two summers ago. I was bored out of my mind. It was painful. The best part of it was the drummers on the side stages. My heart begged them to continue. I tried to sleep but I was so angry to be wasting my night there. I just grumbled silently.
Reasons? I've always said I would only want to see a theatre show if it was being staged on its first or second night - because man, does it get stale when done over and over and over and over and over for the tourist crowd and sappy mindless romantics with no appreciation for inspiration and the power of true art. And of course, I was right.
Another reason - it was empty. Likely induced by the above reason. Masks are fun and all. I remember something she said in the PBS special I watched - thats where she missed the mark with her talent. That really bothered me. So functional, yet empty. Anyway, the play's dialogue was incredibly void of intelligence and insight. I think the reason her work is so accessible... is because she takes inspiration and removes the marrow of it and presents the bone. People watch in their own emptiness and relate. And those who can, fill the spaces with their own imagination. She is a structural artist with not much to say except that she can do what she does. And in this world, that says a lot.
And the main reason I was grumbling is I can't stand missed opportunities. All that talent, all that effort- dummified. It was africa all right. Where there is mass starvation.
komos From: komos Date: July 16th, 2004 02:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
There is the shyness that stems from humility and reticence that one is of any importance whatsoever. That everything is greater than them. A sense of awe and feeling overpowered by the world's wonder.

Fear of rejection.


There is shyness that comes from shrewdness, knowing that if said soul will conceal their truth, then it be best to self-protect. If you hide your hand, I'll hide mine.

Fear of harm.


There is shyness that isn't shyness, more like terror.

Just fear.


There is shyness that isn't really shyness, more a sense of compassion. 'I am too strong and powerful for you, and so I will retain my presence within as to not disturb you'.

Fear of being misunderstood or unaccepted.


There is shyness which is really sculking [sic].

Fear of being seen or known.
From: skygoodwill Date: July 16th, 2004 02:43 pm (UTC) (Link)

lol
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