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Name: Ann
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Hometown: Towson, Maryland
Home country: USA
Current location: near Washington, D.C.
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Don't ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for you.


For Whom the Bell Tolls, by Ernest Hemingway, 1940.




The title of the book is a reference to John Donne's series of meditations and prayers on health, pain, and sickness (written while Donne was convalescing from a nearly fatal illness) that were published as a book in 1624 under the title Devotions upon Emergent Occasions, specifically Meditation XVII:

"No man is an Island, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee."

I'm not trying to be overly dramatic with this. The subject of literal death is primary and obvious, .but there is a legitimate metaphorical connection to be drawn from it too.

Don't ask me for explanations of what I mean. I don't have to draw anybody a map of what has gone on in this most recent episode, we all know what we saw.

Domineering, arrogant, entitled people disguest me -- the ones who have a need to constantly bend others to their will in some way. I see in that the character flaw, among all others, that is the most potentially destructive... to myself and other people. Add to that a complete disregard for the truth, which infers along with it zero objectivity and integrity, and "Houston, we have a problem".

That sort of thing, I'm going to resist every way I can. To me, that is what a liberal has to do in this world; it's the most basic calling we all have.

And to see RW tactics used here openly, repeatedly, is to say the least very disappointing. That is the kindest way I can put it. If you don't know what I mean by that, think of the RW's tactics and then ask yourself if you've seen that done around here this week.

(This song wasn't necessarily about the Spanish Civil War, the subject of Hemingway's book -- but it could have been. It certainly fits.)

p.s. To those who would like to make fun of my (admittedly corny, but I like that occasionally) little tune Fernando in order to create a diversion from the point, let me note in advance the simple fact that it's one of only 38 songs to sell 6 million copies the first year.

That's my opinion (it's what we're here to give after all), YMMV.
Posted by Waiting For Everyman | Thu Dec 13, 2012, 11:12 PM (24 replies)

Who are you really

Meta: A Love Story, or Trollology Condensed

Rick: Who are you really, and what were you before? What did you do and what did you think, huh?
Ilsa: We said no questions.
Rick: Here's looking at you, kid.


Another one...

Rick: I'm on their blacklist - their roll of honor!

Who knew Casablanca was so like Meta?

That's it, it sums up the whole shebang of posting here in a nutshell, imo.
Posted by Waiting For Everyman | Wed Dec 12, 2012, 10:29 AM (20 replies)

"For a Dancer"

Keep a fire burning in your eye
Pay attention to the open sky
You never know what will be coming down
I don't remember losing track of you
You were always dancing in and out of view
I must have thought you'd always be around
Always keeping things real by playing the clown
Now you're nowhere to be found

I don't know what happens when people die
Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try
It's like a song I can hear playing right in my ear
That I can't sing
I can't help listening
And I can't help feeling stupid standing 'round
Crying as they ease you down
'Cause I know that you'd rather we were dancing
Dancing our sorrow away
(Right on dancing)
No matter what fate chooses to play
(There's nothing you can do about it anyway)

Just do the steps that you've been shown
By everyone you've ever known
Until the dance becomes your very own
No matter how close to yours
Another's steps have grown
In the end there is one dance you'll do alone

Keep a fire for the human race
Let your prayers go drifting into space
You never know what will be coming down
Perhaps a better world is drawing near
And just as easily it could all disappear
Along with whatever meaning you might have found
Don't let the uncertainty turn you around
(The world keeps turning around and around)
Go on and make a joyful sound

Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive
And the time you go
May lie a reason you were alive
But you'll never know
Posted by Waiting For Everyman | Tue Dec 11, 2012, 03:16 AM (2 replies)

Dire Straits -- "Romeo & Juliet"

I usually don't like "live" versions, but this is one of the most perfect live performaces I've ever seen.

Posted by Waiting For Everyman | Mon Dec 10, 2012, 03:08 AM (0 replies)

It's a tossup: "For America" or "Shelter from the Storm"

Posted by Waiting For Everyman | Mon Dec 10, 2012, 01:03 AM (0 replies)

What sorts of people travel in packs. And why. ^^^^^^

How boring.

Yet it could be said that it's interesting to display behavior like that in a thread with this title.
Posted by Waiting For Everyman | Sat Dec 8, 2012, 05:23 AM (1 replies)

To Meta; Part 1 & 2

Posted by Waiting For Everyman | Sat Dec 8, 2012, 04:28 AM (1 replies)

Thanks for the request.

Don't like the 60's? No problem.

Posted by Waiting For Everyman | Thu Dec 6, 2012, 03:57 AM (2 replies)

HoF has been ginning up hate ever since it got started.

The group is just as guilty as the person who did the deed because it certainly led her to believe that that was "the thing to do". It's how the whole throng has been acting here in Meta and getting their way for it. They are emboldened by their fresh kills, so one of them felt safe in spreading their same vicious tactics from here to the Lounge... even against someone as innocuous as SCE. That says something.

Someone described it as a "sniper attack" and that's exactly what it was... seeking out something to make into a complaint where none exists, simply for the purpose of damaging a well-thought-of innocent person. Someone who dared to not be just as outraged as she was about her agenda. Where did she come up with that way of thinking? Well coincidentally, I saw it everywhere in Meta this past week.

Give me a break! You bet the group is equally responsible for this, and maybe moreso than the individual. That's like saying the group cheering on the bully beating up a kid had nothing to do with it. Who do you think you're kidding, as if we're drive ups who just got here last minute and don't remember the entire past year's deluge of shockingly nasty, lame, power playing nonsense spewed relentlessly on a daily basis.
Posted by Waiting For Everyman | Thu Dec 6, 2012, 03:40 AM (7 replies)

You're right, sabrina1 and pacalo... I'll speak up too.

I'm another woman who's a less-engaged dissenter. Sabrina, your posts in this thread hit the nail on the head -- you spelled out exactly why I lurk a lot more than I used to. As it stands now, I think it's about building a power base and not much else. It's just like the religious right or a street gang... the fearful want protectors, and the protectors want the power of numbers.

So this below is a better description of exactly how I feel than I could give myself...

"I used to care, but things have changed..."

(even though Dylan is a man, so what)

A worried man with a worried mind
No one in front of me and nothing behind
Thereís a woman on my lap and sheís drinking champagne
Got white skin, got assassinís eyes
Iím looking up into the sapphire-tinted skies
Iím well dressed, waiting on the last train

Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now Iím expecting all hell to break loose

People are crazy and times are strange
Iím locked in tight, Iím out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

This place ainít doing me any good
Iím in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood
Just for a second there I thought I saw something move
Gonna take dancing lessons, do the jitterbug rag
Ainít no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think heís got anything to prove

Lot of water under the bridge, lot of other stuff too
Donít get up gentlemen, Iím only passing through

People are crazy and times are strange
Iím locked in tight, Iím out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

Iíve been walking forty miles of bad road
If the Bible is right, the world will explode
Iíve been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You canít win with a losing hand

Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet
Putting her in a wheelbarrow and wheeling her down the street

People are crazy and times are strange
Iím locked in tight, Iím out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

I hurt easy, I just donít show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
Iím in love with a woman who donít even appeal to me

Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake
Iím not that eager to make a mistake

People are crazy and times are strange
Iím locked in tight, Iím out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

-- or put another way, yin and yang --

"out of mind, far from view, beyond the reach of the nightmare come true..."

But, ya never know. I'll at least answer a "dissenter's roll call" when one is given.

Posted by Waiting For Everyman | Wed Dec 5, 2012, 03:27 AM (2 replies)
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