Do your own thing.
Poetry
Music
I've been calm all my life.
Mr. Keating = Mr. Whitman
Et alors.... qu'est-ce qui suit?
And now the movie is up to where it was when I began watching it yesterday.
And now.....?
So, it's Sunday morning.
I've listened to SGU - it wqs wonderful.
I posted about it on FB, and on RfM. But hardly anyone replied with any amount of enthusiasm.
So......
DON'T WAIT FOR OTHERS. DO YOUR OWN THING. Ken. KEN!
Listening again now to SGU for this morning.
But first..... POET
The word makes me sob. WHY? I'm no poet. But perhaps there is some poetry within? Maybe?
When it's contrived, it's shit. But when it just comes to me..... it's much better. But it's usually at an inconvenient time.
So what's the answer to THAT? Keep watching. Keep focused. Keep on keeping on.
*sigh*
Why must life - MEANINGFUL life - be so difficult?
Carpe diem. So I should at least be sure it's something worth seizing, right??
Right.
I know, I know. It's not too late. It's NEVER too late.
Don't forget that.
Sunday, April 3, 2016
SKEPTIC'S GUIDE to the UNIVERSE - promotional on FB and RfM
On Sunday mornings, I'm in the habit of listening to Steve Novella's weekly podcast "Skeptic's Guide to the Universe," which I did again this morning. I highly recommend it, especially today, when we "could" be listening to GC.
What's it about? Among other things,
* Robert DeNiro & the Autism/Anti-vacc controversy.
* Vegetarianism and cancer.
* New research & discoveries into human genome/DNA analysis.
Plus some fun sections about science v. fiction, mysterious noises guessing game, and some interesting new (to most of us) words.
Their stated mission ("job") is to debunk pseudo-science. As I listened, I applied their scientific, logical and reasoned approach to the wild and supernatural claims of religion, specifically of Mormonism.
I can't think of anything worse than wasting time listening to the GC suits drone on and on about the lies of JS, and how to be happy by paying tithing.
And I can't think of anything better than listening to the stimulating discussions on SGU (www.theskepticsguide.org)
What's it about? Among other things,
* Robert DeNiro & the Autism/Anti-vacc controversy.
* Vegetarianism and cancer.
* New research & discoveries into human genome/DNA analysis.
Plus some fun sections about science v. fiction, mysterious noises guessing game, and some interesting new (to most of us) words.
Their stated mission ("job") is to debunk pseudo-science. As I listened, I applied their scientific, logical and reasoned approach to the wild and supernatural claims of religion, specifically of Mormonism.
I can't think of anything worse than wasting time listening to the GC suits drone on and on about the lies of JS, and how to be happy by paying tithing.
And I can't think of anything better than listening to the stimulating discussions on SGU (www.theskepticsguide.org)
Saturday, April 2, 2016
OVERWHELMED BY LIFE
Saturday afternoon,
No editing.
Watching "Begin Again" about a guy who owned a music label, became a drunk, and is now trying to begin again.
So life is overwhelming.
Everywhere I turn, I'm reminded about how I didn't make it.
Magna Cum Laude? Dr. Pruitt says I deserve it. But 38 years ago, I got it, and thought it was a mistake. Now Dr. Pruitt sys "how do you know" and I realize that I don't really know.
Maybe hd I really accepted it as "mine", I would be a more positive person now.
President Didier's 80th birthday party pics on FaceBook. Made me realize that I "missed the boat" that Dee Pincock and Grayden Bridge are on.
But now...... I'm remembering that the LDS church is not true.
But then, who knows? No one KNOWS. They accept by faith, and say "I know" - makes no sense to me.
But then, what about the POSSIBILITY that I've missed the boat. But then, maybe
*****
It was at that point in my writing that I somehow lost the post, but did not realize it had been saved as a "draft" - hence, it's here, in it's unedited form. It's interesting how I tried, moments later, to reconstruct it. I didn't try very hard. AND, as I already know and live with, my memory is not good enough to recall what I wrote just minutes before.
OTOH, maybe I just didn't think it was all that important.
*sigh*
No editing.
Watching "Begin Again" about a guy who owned a music label, became a drunk, and is now trying to begin again.
So life is overwhelming.
Everywhere I turn, I'm reminded about how I didn't make it.
Magna Cum Laude? Dr. Pruitt says I deserve it. But 38 years ago, I got it, and thought it was a mistake. Now Dr. Pruitt sys "how do you know" and I realize that I don't really know.
Maybe hd I really accepted it as "mine", I would be a more positive person now.
President Didier's 80th birthday party pics on FaceBook. Made me realize that I "missed the boat" that Dee Pincock and Grayden Bridge are on.
But now...... I'm remembering that the LDS church is not true.
But then, who knows? No one KNOWS. They accept by faith, and say "I know" - makes no sense to me.
But then, what about the POSSIBILITY that I've missed the boat. But then, maybe
*****
It was at that point in my writing that I somehow lost the post, but did not realize it had been saved as a "draft" - hence, it's here, in it's unedited form. It's interesting how I tried, moments later, to reconstruct it. I didn't try very hard. AND, as I already know and live with, my memory is not good enough to recall what I wrote just minutes before.
OTOH, maybe I just didn't think it was all that important.
*sigh*
OVERWHELMED BY LIFE, 2nd try
My computer "crashed" - i.e., went off due to the battery running out.
So I'm starting this post again.
It's expected, while aggravating, since my Dad once said that HE had to do almost everything twice.
*sigh*
So where was I? Who knows? And does it matter?
No editing. I'm not looking at the keyboard or the screen. If the numbers are wrong, it's because I never really learned where the numbers are on the keyobard when I was in typing class, back in Montreal, at Beaconsfield High School.
So now.......
I'm feeling like I've missed the boat in almost every aspect of my life.
I saw the pics of Didier et al - the French East Mission RM clan. Made me think I'd missed THAT boat big time.
My "testimony" is gone. But I still ask myself "What if?" It's not easy to figure anything out, since there are sooooooooo many variables.
Wondering if I shoudl send the pics to David Timpson.... or to Marie Mauduit.
They'd probabaly respond in their ty-pical ways.
I won[t send them.
I'm looking at my U of U diploma which has "Magna Cum Laude" on it. It was 38 years ago..... and I've never felt I deserved it. Dr. Pruitt says I DO deserve it, and that I don't know that it really WAS a mistake.
Hmmmm, after all this time.... maybe I'd have been more positive about myself if I had accepted the "honor" at the time.
It's as old as my son Joseph Keith.
Amazing the milestones I'm "crossing" now.
Timing.
What if's?
A person "forcing" another person" to do something. And when the person did it.... it made all the difference in their worlds.
But nothing is working out. Not for me. Not for them.
Not for me.
Here's my dilemma: Start down a road....... NOT KNOWING where it will lead. Making a decision =based on what I know AT THIS TIME>
And then, shortly after embarking, I realize that it might be wrong, if I had only evaluated it - thought it through - more, I d have seen more clearly, made a better decision, and then feel confident that I hadn't wasted any time.
My mom got me to try the violin when I was younger than 11 (i.e., when we lived in Maryland) - I was probably close to 11 though. Since I had the violin in Vienna (moved there at 11 years old) ---- and I took the violin to school and Miss Davies used it to demonstrate some aspect of music in our Music class - not sure what grade I was in.
I wish I had felt something that would have lasted longer. I only seem to be left with fleeting memories, with snap shots of former moments in my life.
So what do I do now.?
*sigh*
All of "this" is because of him. (from the movie I'm watching)
Building something - NOT from noting. He paid his price earlier. And cashed in on it later. NOT the same for me.
I never did pay the price - for ANYthing. For a dubious "magna cum laude" red ribbon.? I "paid the price" for that?
It's no big achievement.
I was sliding through the process.
But WHY is it so dubious? WHY can't it have been SURE, and REAL, and LASTING?????
Now I have no dream, not able to "start over" or "begin again" (movie title), since I never really started anyway.
How can I face (I mean HONESTLY face) my kids?
If it's important that they REALLY know me.... at least it's important to ME. How far do I go with that?
100% total revelation? Or just "enough" to let them get an idea of the real me......
I don't know.
(remembered to save this - whew!)
So now what??
I wish I could be there for someone..... Someone who really needs me. I need to be needed.
I suppose I should look at things in more ways than on the surface. "whatever comes, deal with THAT" - not what might be, or could be...
Sinatra: the best that I can do is pray - luck be a lady tonight. - a song about MONEY.
Falling in love? No. Just trying to find out what's really - REALLY - going on in my life.
Meanwhile, in SLC, former friends are sitting and nodding at old grey heads spouting the same drivel they've done for 180 years.
At least back in the 1830s it was fresher. I won'der if I'd have joined the church had I lived back then.... I don't know.
Funny: (from Mae West): Man: I love you so much and you're ignoring me. Are you trying to drive me to the madhouse? Mae: No, but I'll call you a cab.
"Make a woman/man happy" - is that the purpose of life - for some people? For me?
I've often thought that we're responsible for our OWN happiness. So it's IMPOSSIBLE to "make" someone else happy.
But maybe we can CONTRIBUTE to their happiness by buying them an ice cream, or loving them, or being faithful to them.
Songs. Life. Poetry? Writing?
I have NO DOUBT that I CAN do translations for Red Had Consultants into French and German. But..... WILL I?
So many questions. So few substantive answers. *sigh*
That's my most common expression - *sigh*...........(so.... *sigh*)
Hee hee hee hee.
Someone tells me, "Come in a little more gradually at the top." And I wonder how I DID come in, and why. And then I wonder if I can do it the way "someone" wants, or if I I'll fuck it up, and that someone will get mad, and replace me.
THAT"S how I've been living.
When I was fired at Guide Technologies by Fred Cramer, I unknowingly vowed to never go down the path again, of pretending I could do something..... and becoming painfully aware that I was not up to that "task" that was expected of me in that position (software rep for ERP company). I pushed back against the company, against the technology, against the tech guys, against the clients. And ultimately, against myself.
*s8gh*
So now what?
Don't know.
IT's still Saturday afternoon.
THe protagonist said "We need vision" - that's what "I*" need.
Let SOMETHING take hold. PLEASE!!!!!!!!!
Dance.
Sing.. Play.
Mom & Dad. Apart. Together.
Gay or not.
Fat or not.
Eternally connected. Eternally???? Well, I don't know about eternally. But I don't see a definitive end. So.... for now..... connected.
I HATE it when people say "amazing" - it's not possible for something to be "amazing" unless you have some prior experience to compare it to.
So God is amazing? No. New love is amazing? No.
When I overcome some prior obstacle, and then make some sort of change, and do it again........ and SUCCEED, if even only in some small way, THAT ..... COULD BE ..... some sort of "amazing."
"everything's changed" - hmmmmm.
"don't play it like that" -
Let's start a band.
BAD CONCEPT I"VE CARRIED too long: "A job is an office" - If I have a nice office, I have a good job.
NO!!!!!! If I do something good and make a decent living (or better), THEN I have a real job.
Enough.
For now.
Since I didn't have anything else to do.......I'm watching "Dead Poet's Society. So....... the scene about finding one's OWN stride. I never did buy into the school thing. Or did I?
I think I'm in love with Robert Sean Leonard.
And seeing a goup of buys relating on some intellectual level makes me........ cry. And feel again like I missed another boat.
Mr. John Whitman (Beaconsfield High School English teacher) is my Mr. Keating (Robin Willaims). As far as that can be.
Straight or gay - who cares? Boys. Men. Learning about life.
I missed it.
What dead poet would I be? Walt Whitman. But I'm sure - I"M POSITIVE - that some other guy - likely a straigt guy - would take him before I could. And he'd be more right.
The movie never addresses boners, though. At least not overtly.
From the movie: "Sucking all the marrow out does not mean chocking on the bone." GAY as anything ever was!!
Sean to Robin W - "How can you stand being here? You could go anywhere" - "I love teaching. I don't want to be anywhere else."
"I love you" - "You don't even know me."
My challenge in finding my way through life is even more challenging than Sean (Niel) had in the movie. At least they were able to speak their minds.
But my father did not try to direct my life in the way he thought it should go. No. He let ME choose. He was, as I coined the phrase, "demanding in his example." But he never insisted on anything at all. After I became an adult, he treated me as if I were an adult - fully capable of making my own decisions. And then he let me go.
That was his method of fathering.
I'm at a loss as to know how to evaluate that. Or even if I should.
The character in the movie (Niel) is about to kill himself - that's such a tragedy.
I had forgotten that he did so. I'm so very unaware. I can't remember shit.
But the message is clear - we must stand up for what we think is right for ourselves.
I did that when I left Teresa. In spite of all the pain.
Neil's father lost him.
They lost him.
He won. He did what he ..... he acted his dream.
And now look. He died.
When someone dies, and all you know about is THIS life...... which is likely the case for EVERYone..... then it's a tragedy. It's a great and sad loss.
But if you DO ACTUALLY KNOW..... that there is another life after this one. "After" - a time word. Temporal. Perhaps there's another way of looking at this.
Since "I" do not know for sure that there IS a life after this one........... I can only surmise that death is a tragedy.
UNLESS of course that death comes at the end of a long life in which there was ample chance to make some meaning of it. To be productive. etc.
O Captain, My Captain.
(can't see to thype now)
In dealing with my "life" this afternoon, my thoughts were let to Shakespeare, and I'd have SWORN that in my Grade 10 English class in Montreal (Beaconsfield), taught by Mr. Whitman, I was introduced to "A Mid-Summer Night's Dream", at the end of which, per my memory, Mr. Whitman quoted Puck, who gave his epilogue which contained the phrase "all is not as it seems." .... or something like that.
Well, I googled Youtube and found a film of the play (from 1962) with a very young Judy Dench playing Titania). I watched it, thinking that it would be truer to Shakespeare's written plan than anthing more recent. I loved it, but also noted that it did not follow the written play word for word. It did not vary as to the words, but left out entire scenes or parts of scenes. I suppose that's ok. Wouldn't want it to be "long and tedious" ("brief and tedious" it was not.).
In any case, I'm yet again reminded of my poor memory. I thought I'd find in the play Puck saying something like "all is not as it seems." But neither the film nor the actual play says this. So I googled the phrase, and found that some people used it to describe the play, and it does appear, sort of, in Shakespeare's play Hamlet, which when analyzed, brings analysts to say that in summary, the play's message is "all is not as it seems."
Well, as I consider what MIGHT have happened in Mr. Whitman's class, I have to allow that he MIGHT have been reading an analyst, or perhaps even a text for Grade 10ers, that wanted us to know a more general theme of Shakespeare's writing. It would be just that: All is not as it seems.
But I can not find anywhere, an actual quote from a Shakespearean play or sonnet that has that phrase in it.
But's but: I CAN find that as a descriptor of my poor memory. ALL IS NOT AS IT SEEMS, OR IS RECALLED BY MY MEMORY.
And I call that "poor." And frustrating. And an example of my life's dichotomies: Things are often both one way, and the opposite way.
Even people I meet are loosely divided as A those who think I have a good memory (e.g. Elder Bridge, Ramona), and B those who think I have a poor memory (e.g., Moi, Fred Cramer, Ed Ross).
So....... I'm going to improve my memory a bit by MEMORIZING Theseus' speech about lunatics, lovers and poets in AMND, Act V, Scene 1).
I have a forethought that when I recite it (or part of it), I'll receive some accolades from someone. AND, I also forthink (!!) that I'll improve my memory a bit, AND my propensity to continue doing such things. We shall see.
******
My Portfolio of Mush will contain this speech by Theseus, Act V, Scene 1, in "A Midsummer Night's Dream" by William Shakespeare:
A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare
So I'm starting this post again.
It's expected, while aggravating, since my Dad once said that HE had to do almost everything twice.
*sigh*
So where was I? Who knows? And does it matter?
No editing. I'm not looking at the keyboard or the screen. If the numbers are wrong, it's because I never really learned where the numbers are on the keyobard when I was in typing class, back in Montreal, at Beaconsfield High School.
So now.......
I'm feeling like I've missed the boat in almost every aspect of my life.
I saw the pics of Didier et al - the French East Mission RM clan. Made me think I'd missed THAT boat big time.
My "testimony" is gone. But I still ask myself "What if?" It's not easy to figure anything out, since there are sooooooooo many variables.
Wondering if I shoudl send the pics to David Timpson.... or to Marie Mauduit.
They'd probabaly respond in their ty-pical ways.
I won[t send them.
I'm looking at my U of U diploma which has "Magna Cum Laude" on it. It was 38 years ago..... and I've never felt I deserved it. Dr. Pruitt says I DO deserve it, and that I don't know that it really WAS a mistake.
Hmmmm, after all this time.... maybe I'd have been more positive about myself if I had accepted the "honor" at the time.
It's as old as my son Joseph Keith.
Amazing the milestones I'm "crossing" now.
Timing.
What if's?
A person "forcing" another person" to do something. And when the person did it.... it made all the difference in their worlds.
But nothing is working out. Not for me. Not for them.
Not for me.
Here's my dilemma: Start down a road....... NOT KNOWING where it will lead. Making a decision =based on what I know AT THIS TIME>
And then, shortly after embarking, I realize that it might be wrong, if I had only evaluated it - thought it through - more, I d have seen more clearly, made a better decision, and then feel confident that I hadn't wasted any time.
My mom got me to try the violin when I was younger than 11 (i.e., when we lived in Maryland) - I was probably close to 11 though. Since I had the violin in Vienna (moved there at 11 years old) ---- and I took the violin to school and Miss Davies used it to demonstrate some aspect of music in our Music class - not sure what grade I was in.
I wish I had felt something that would have lasted longer. I only seem to be left with fleeting memories, with snap shots of former moments in my life.
So what do I do now.?
*sigh*
All of "this" is because of him. (from the movie I'm watching)
Building something - NOT from noting. He paid his price earlier. And cashed in on it later. NOT the same for me.
I never did pay the price - for ANYthing. For a dubious "magna cum laude" red ribbon.? I "paid the price" for that?
It's no big achievement.
I was sliding through the process.
But WHY is it so dubious? WHY can't it have been SURE, and REAL, and LASTING?????
Now I have no dream, not able to "start over" or "begin again" (movie title), since I never really started anyway.
How can I face (I mean HONESTLY face) my kids?
If it's important that they REALLY know me.... at least it's important to ME. How far do I go with that?
100% total revelation? Or just "enough" to let them get an idea of the real me......
I don't know.
(remembered to save this - whew!)
So now what??
I wish I could be there for someone..... Someone who really needs me. I need to be needed.
I suppose I should look at things in more ways than on the surface. "whatever comes, deal with THAT" - not what might be, or could be...
Sinatra: the best that I can do is pray - luck be a lady tonight. - a song about MONEY.
Falling in love? No. Just trying to find out what's really - REALLY - going on in my life.
Meanwhile, in SLC, former friends are sitting and nodding at old grey heads spouting the same drivel they've done for 180 years.
At least back in the 1830s it was fresher. I won'der if I'd have joined the church had I lived back then.... I don't know.
Funny: (from Mae West): Man: I love you so much and you're ignoring me. Are you trying to drive me to the madhouse? Mae: No, but I'll call you a cab.
"Make a woman/man happy" - is that the purpose of life - for some people? For me?
I've often thought that we're responsible for our OWN happiness. So it's IMPOSSIBLE to "make" someone else happy.
But maybe we can CONTRIBUTE to their happiness by buying them an ice cream, or loving them, or being faithful to them.
Songs. Life. Poetry? Writing?
I have NO DOUBT that I CAN do translations for Red Had Consultants into French and German. But..... WILL I?
So many questions. So few substantive answers. *sigh*
That's my most common expression - *sigh*...........(so.... *sigh*)
Hee hee hee hee.
Someone tells me, "Come in a little more gradually at the top." And I wonder how I DID come in, and why. And then I wonder if I can do it the way "someone" wants, or if I I'll fuck it up, and that someone will get mad, and replace me.
THAT"S how I've been living.
When I was fired at Guide Technologies by Fred Cramer, I unknowingly vowed to never go down the path again, of pretending I could do something..... and becoming painfully aware that I was not up to that "task" that was expected of me in that position (software rep for ERP company). I pushed back against the company, against the technology, against the tech guys, against the clients. And ultimately, against myself.
*s8gh*
So now what?
Don't know.
IT's still Saturday afternoon.
THe protagonist said "We need vision" - that's what "I*" need.
Let SOMETHING take hold. PLEASE!!!!!!!!!
Dance.
Sing.. Play.
Mom & Dad. Apart. Together.
Gay or not.
Fat or not.
Eternally connected. Eternally???? Well, I don't know about eternally. But I don't see a definitive end. So.... for now..... connected.
I HATE it when people say "amazing" - it's not possible for something to be "amazing" unless you have some prior experience to compare it to.
So God is amazing? No. New love is amazing? No.
When I overcome some prior obstacle, and then make some sort of change, and do it again........ and SUCCEED, if even only in some small way, THAT ..... COULD BE ..... some sort of "amazing."
"everything's changed" - hmmmmm.
"don't play it like that" -
Let's start a band.
BAD CONCEPT I"VE CARRIED too long: "A job is an office" - If I have a nice office, I have a good job.
NO!!!!!! If I do something good and make a decent living (or better), THEN I have a real job.
Enough.
For now.
Since I didn't have anything else to do.......I'm watching "Dead Poet's Society. So....... the scene about finding one's OWN stride. I never did buy into the school thing. Or did I?
I think I'm in love with Robert Sean Leonard.
And seeing a goup of buys relating on some intellectual level makes me........ cry. And feel again like I missed another boat.
Mr. John Whitman (Beaconsfield High School English teacher) is my Mr. Keating (Robin Willaims). As far as that can be.
Straight or gay - who cares? Boys. Men. Learning about life.
I missed it.
What dead poet would I be? Walt Whitman. But I'm sure - I"M POSITIVE - that some other guy - likely a straigt guy - would take him before I could. And he'd be more right.
The movie never addresses boners, though. At least not overtly.
From the movie: "Sucking all the marrow out does not mean chocking on the bone." GAY as anything ever was!!
Sean to Robin W - "How can you stand being here? You could go anywhere" - "I love teaching. I don't want to be anywhere else."
"I love you" - "You don't even know me."
My challenge in finding my way through life is even more challenging than Sean (Niel) had in the movie. At least they were able to speak their minds.
But my father did not try to direct my life in the way he thought it should go. No. He let ME choose. He was, as I coined the phrase, "demanding in his example." But he never insisted on anything at all. After I became an adult, he treated me as if I were an adult - fully capable of making my own decisions. And then he let me go.
That was his method of fathering.
I'm at a loss as to know how to evaluate that. Or even if I should.
The character in the movie (Niel) is about to kill himself - that's such a tragedy.
I had forgotten that he did so. I'm so very unaware. I can't remember shit.
But the message is clear - we must stand up for what we think is right for ourselves.
I did that when I left Teresa. In spite of all the pain.
Neil's father lost him.
They lost him.
He won. He did what he ..... he acted his dream.
And now look. He died.
When someone dies, and all you know about is THIS life...... which is likely the case for EVERYone..... then it's a tragedy. It's a great and sad loss.
But if you DO ACTUALLY KNOW..... that there is another life after this one. "After" - a time word. Temporal. Perhaps there's another way of looking at this.
Since "I" do not know for sure that there IS a life after this one........... I can only surmise that death is a tragedy.
UNLESS of course that death comes at the end of a long life in which there was ample chance to make some meaning of it. To be productive. etc.
O Captain, My Captain.
(can't see to thype now)
In dealing with my "life" this afternoon, my thoughts were let to Shakespeare, and I'd have SWORN that in my Grade 10 English class in Montreal (Beaconsfield), taught by Mr. Whitman, I was introduced to "A Mid-Summer Night's Dream", at the end of which, per my memory, Mr. Whitman quoted Puck, who gave his epilogue which contained the phrase "all is not as it seems." .... or something like that.
Well, I googled Youtube and found a film of the play (from 1962) with a very young Judy Dench playing Titania). I watched it, thinking that it would be truer to Shakespeare's written plan than anthing more recent. I loved it, but also noted that it did not follow the written play word for word. It did not vary as to the words, but left out entire scenes or parts of scenes. I suppose that's ok. Wouldn't want it to be "long and tedious" ("brief and tedious" it was not.).
In any case, I'm yet again reminded of my poor memory. I thought I'd find in the play Puck saying something like "all is not as it seems." But neither the film nor the actual play says this. So I googled the phrase, and found that some people used it to describe the play, and it does appear, sort of, in Shakespeare's play Hamlet, which when analyzed, brings analysts to say that in summary, the play's message is "all is not as it seems."
Well, as I consider what MIGHT have happened in Mr. Whitman's class, I have to allow that he MIGHT have been reading an analyst, or perhaps even a text for Grade 10ers, that wanted us to know a more general theme of Shakespeare's writing. It would be just that: All is not as it seems.
But I can not find anywhere, an actual quote from a Shakespearean play or sonnet that has that phrase in it.
But's but: I CAN find that as a descriptor of my poor memory. ALL IS NOT AS IT SEEMS, OR IS RECALLED BY MY MEMORY.
And I call that "poor." And frustrating. And an example of my life's dichotomies: Things are often both one way, and the opposite way.
Even people I meet are loosely divided as A those who think I have a good memory (e.g. Elder Bridge, Ramona), and B those who think I have a poor memory (e.g., Moi, Fred Cramer, Ed Ross).
So....... I'm going to improve my memory a bit by MEMORIZING Theseus' speech about lunatics, lovers and poets in AMND, Act V, Scene 1).
I have a forethought that when I recite it (or part of it), I'll receive some accolades from someone. AND, I also forthink (!!) that I'll improve my memory a bit, AND my propensity to continue doing such things. We shall see.
******
My Portfolio of Mush will contain this speech by Theseus, Act V, Scene 1, in "A Midsummer Night's Dream" by William Shakespeare:
A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare
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