A Rest Stop on the Internet
What with tuesday's child being fair of face, and taking consideration of other factors and omens, I think today might be a good day to begin blogging.
How many faces does one (wo)man have?
I have far too many. But if faces are like words, I'm starting to believe that it doesn't matter so much which ones you use. Those who can see recognize you behind any mask, and those who can hear recognize you through any words. It's not that I try to change faces, it's just something that adjusts itself according to my company.
I try sometimes, for reasons of innocent deception, to disguise my handstyle. Everything I draw or write looks like I drew or wrote it, at least to me and my family. How can this be? What is it that shows? I do have a theory, actually, but I don't feel like going into it now. Feel free to help me arrive at an explanation.
How many faces does one (wo)man have?
I have far too many. But if faces are like words, I'm starting to believe that it doesn't matter so much which ones you use. Those who can see recognize you behind any mask, and those who can hear recognize you through any words. It's not that I try to change faces, it's just something that adjusts itself according to my company.
I try sometimes, for reasons of innocent deception, to disguise my handstyle. Everything I draw or write looks like I drew or wrote it, at least to me and my family. How can this be? What is it that shows? I do have a theory, actually, but I don't feel like going into it now. Feel free to help me arrive at an explanation.
posted by Jeanne at 10:47
17 Comments:
Jeanne, I'm proud of you! And congratulations on an excellent first blog. Most people dribble on and on about how they are going to start blogging and hope that they can be committed to it, but not you. In classic "Jeanne from Sweden" style, you jumped right in with an actual interesting topic. I recognized it as yours immediately! You are who you are and no effort that you produce (that's worth the effort) could be any less you without being quite a bit more of someone else.
Today is a good day to blog!
Welcome to Official Blogdom! Your membership card and decoder ring will arrive in 6-8 weeks. Please refrain from using profanity unless it is verifiably funny -- Brendar is the official judge of humor. Please post many interesting pics from the wonderful land of Sweden.
This is an excelent first blog. Whenever I travel north to see Canadian relatives (approx. every 4-20 years) I pick up an accent. I do that wherever I go. We all certainly need approval and acceptance. A sense of belonging, eh? I think that might be the root.
jeanne, you have been wrapped in a warm, fuzzy mars-spun blanket. i agree with the martians: you first blpg was quite nice. i identify with much of what was said. someone once told me that i place too much inportance on words and that words don't mean anything. that broke my heart because words are all i have. it is nice to create a face, but i know the feeling of all my faces looking disgustingly like me. sometimes it can make you want to vomit. i struggle with an over-romanticism of things, which is the last thing i expect people to think i would struggle from. it's impossible to know what others really think, so i suppose it's difficult to strike a balance between caring and understanding the futility of it all. bleah. enough of that.
i occasionally try to write differently also. but my usual thing to is to pretend like i am left-handed. i imagine that someone is out to get me but that they are looking for a right-handed person. can i through them off by being convincingly left-handed. allow me to suggest that as a fun game to play when you are tired of being the same you as usual. there nothing wrong with the you that i think you are, but i reckon it is only natural to desire variety.
i'm glad you have a blog now. mr underhill suggested that i get a free sitemeter at sitemeter.com. i never thanked him for that suggestion, but i should have. if you're interested- there it is. what else can weasel out of jeanne? hmmm...
Welcome Gar! I don't think everyone borrows accents. I do, Johan doesn't, our oldest child does, our second child doesn't, our youngest does a bit. I believe it has to do with empathy more than acceptance. I think I try to "become" the person I'm talking to to some extent in order to understand him/her. (What happens when an empath meets an empath? High pitched feedback?)
Fille,
Somebody once said that to me too, and I married him. But not because he said that. I don't mean you don't have to use words. I am a great believer in words. I mean more that unless someone understands what you mean by your words, the words will mean something else to them. That sentence is actually a perfect example of what I mean. Also, if I say something about the weather, you can hear what I think about all sorts of things in some mystical way. It has something to do with the first thing I ever said to you about being able to "breathe" on your blog. That's what I want to put my finger on, if at all possible.
And, fille, why didn't you poo at my reststop? I was thinking of you when I built it.
Masks, roles: we never get rid of them. Maybe years of meditation, or of analysis would strip them away. Right now the Guggenheim Museum in NYC has an exhibit of Aztec art and one of the pieces shows a face being un-wrapped from two other faces that cover the orginal face. I think it is on the Guggenheim website--better if you are in NYC go to see the exhibit before it leaves town.
I am an old man--at least much older than you. I am lucky enough to have retained many friends from my high school days. When we get together all masks that life has painted upon us are stripped away. We know each other as the real boys we once were. We can breathe again, without restriction, and laugh, and find our essential honest selves again.
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
Listen, Buster (which I couln't resist)-
I don't know how old you think I am, but I'm no spring chicken myself. I am 45 if I'm a day, and well versed in maskery. I think other people force me into masks, and I am too polite to climb out of them or point out that they actually aren't there.
Perhaps masks work like snake skins- as soon as you're aware of your mask you shed it. So many questions, so few typewriter keys.
And, of course, welcome Brendar.
Cheesegirl, you are not really left handed? I feel so betrayed :(
Jeanne Genie, Let yourself go!....d. bowie
mercy me, i fear i am being obtuse again because i'm not sure about the pooing at your reststop. what does that mean? sorry.
hmmm...have you traveled over much of scandinavia? what languages do you speak? just curious.
Aahhh!
The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls
Jean Genie let yourself go!
gar, did you put on a satin jumpsuit and glitter your face up before you wrote that?
nice to see a bowie fan.
Fille-
I was playing straight man (it is called that, isn't it, in a comedy sketch? Nothing to do with sexuality)and taking consideration of fille's famous fondness of fecal formulations.
And mister Underhill. Imagine. All this time thinking you were a hobbit, when in actuality you were a mad Indian cheif. You can't be to careful on internet.
What happens when an empath meets an empath?
Are we talking sympath-empath (like me) or empath-empath (like Dianna Troi)?
I can report on the first: great sex!
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