tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460209779821780899.post2130713112670957638..comments2024-02-08T06:46:00.071-06:00Comments on The Scribblerati: This SucksShawn Enderlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114716025423874806noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460209779821780899.post-65366753104079772122010-05-14T23:33:06.366-05:002010-05-14T23:33:06.366-05:00Awesome Dre, Jon. Thanks.Awesome Dre, Jon. Thanks.Qlaudiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05162301235748571169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460209779821780899.post-1074114311282233652010-05-09T12:44:16.815-05:002010-05-09T12:44:16.815-05:00Sometimes I wish I lived in an era when, after a m...Sometimes I wish I lived in an era when, after a meal, or even during a meal, intelligent individuals would have a thoughtful, wordful debate on the the varied qualities of certain concepts and philosophies. Perhaps over sherry and cigar.<br /><br />Trouble is, we're a texting, emailing world now, where we can air our opinions behind the veil of safety provided by a little square photo the merely represents us. And even so, we can edit, delete, rearrange, rewrite BEFORE we post, send, cyber-barf, safe from the possible objection or grievance that might be aired during actual face-to-face conversation. Conversation, especially debate, requires one risk oneself in a dangerous zone - and the most successful are those that keep their wits about them in the heat of it all. In conversation, we take action, we willingly place ourselves in the line of fire, along with the breath, heat and eyesight of another living person. That's courageous. <br />I'm thinking how to write more about what I think, and find myself wishing I had someone here to talk with. Enough with this typing. Which brings to mind the beautiful irony of the fact of Qlaudia's blog about opinions, which strangely proves my point. But it wasn't necessarily the point I was trying to make. Which is ironic. Ah, the twirling conundrum. Sigh. Just f-ing press submit already.Badbadgerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07397011705191879371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460209779821780899.post-50115865280721611522010-05-08T20:58:53.207-05:002010-05-08T20:58:53.207-05:00If given the choice, I never choose Italian food. ...If given the choice, I never choose Italian food. People can not process this. "But Spaghetti is good!" they plead. I tell them that I agree, but I just prefer something else, given the choice. This automatically translates into: "Oh, we can't go there, Jon hates Italian." And I'm like: "I don't hate it," but they don't understand that it's just, if someone were to say: Indian or Italian? I would answer Indian right away and not just because Indian food is freaking delicious either... which it is... Mmmmm... Naan.... aaaarrrrrgggggllllJonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09581880415411016683noreply@blogger.com