tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358582516540076740.post8260458356290662626..comments2023-10-14T10:15:30.582-04:00Comments on A Likely Story: The only way to be absolutely sure it will never go badHorvendilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764020700242713604noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358582516540076740.post-52972581315064556732010-11-19T11:36:29.246-05:002010-11-19T11:36:29.246-05:00fuck! more typos! you'd think I'd learn!...fuck! more typos! you'd think I'd learn!amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15249089252927151427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358582516540076740.post-44533660559257096442010-11-19T11:33:48.371-05:002010-11-19T11:33:48.371-05:00oops, I accidentally published twice. and also be...oops, I accidentally published twice. and also before I proofread. ugh. <br /><br />"what a maroon! what an ignoranimus! what I nin-cow-poop. what a gull-a-bull!"amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15249089252927151427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358582516540076740.post-17464265719052596262010-11-19T11:30:12.163-05:002010-11-19T11:30:12.163-05:00I know you're hoping to hear arguments to the ...I know you're hoping to hear arguments to the contrary, but, no… you’re right. It's true. That is the only way to be absolutely sure it's will never go bad. <br />However, what is not touched upon here is that the bite and consequential decay is much better to have experienced than the anticipation. In art, less is definitely more, what the author/actor/director/artist comes up with and fully reveals/indicates/illuminates/whatever is never as savory or as titillating as what the audience’s imagination comes up with (like the mysterious, golden, never-revealed contents of the briefcase in Pulp Fiction or a hypothetical lingerie strap sliding down a shoulder as opposed to showing a boob). But that’s in art. In life, open up that damn briefcase! Rip off that lingerie! Will the desire ultimately fade (whether it be a lot or a little)? Sure thing! But while you’re eating that fruit it’s the best thing ever! And afterwards you may not remember what it tasted like exactly, but you’ll remember how much you enjoyed it.<br />Using the same analogy, I know that each consequential bite of my dinner will be less and less flavorful, but I’m still gonna eat. I’m hungry. Life is about eating. (…is it lunch time yet???)amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15249089252927151427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358582516540076740.post-34952102201335189022010-11-19T11:30:05.736-05:002010-11-19T11:30:05.736-05:00I know you're hoping to hear arguments to the ...I know you're hoping to hear arguments to the contrary, but, no… you’re right. It's true. That is the only way to be absolutely sure it's will never go bad. <br />However, what is not touched upon here is that the bite and consequential decay is much better to have experienced than the anticipation. In art, less is definitely more, what the author/actor/director/artist comes up with and fully reveals/indicates/illuminates/whatever is never as savory or as titillating as what the audience’s imagination comes up with (like the mysterious, golden, never-revealed contents of the briefcase in Pulp Fiction or a hypothetical lingerie strap sliding down a shoulder as opposed to showing a boob). But that’s in art. In life, open up that damn briefcase! Rip off that lingerie! Will the desire ultimately fade (whether it be a lot or a little)? Sure thing! But while you’re eating that fruit it’s the best thing ever! And afterwards you may not remember what it tasted like exactly, but you’ll remember how much you enjoyed it.<br />Using the same analogy, I know that each consequential bite of my dinner will be less and less flavorful, but I’m still gonna eat. I’m hungry. Life is about eating. (…is it lunch time yet???)amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15249089252927151427noreply@blogger.com