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Victor wrote: > "Dolores" <weaselpant…@sinmonkey.com> wrote in message > news:auydnTx3eotDE5TfRVn-iw@comcast.com… > >I occasionally remember that I have lost everything I have ever written, > >and then I feel empty. A thousand poems, gone? My book? Shitfuckdamn. > Is that the title of your book? > Sounds good.
he wants you Lola
once he’s finished with Pnats, you’re next in his sights. just call me the Usenet early warning system.
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Oh man, so many arrangements I was never able to recreate again.
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kitzneg…@aol.com (kitznegari thinks it has wings) wrote in news:20050209011325.16614.00000014@mb-m26.aol.com: >>I lost the novel I was writing when a hard disk crashed. I’d written a >>hell of a lot. > that’s why we save things by putting them online, people. save it to > a website, then in a blog, then email it to yourself at 3 different > addresses.
This is a good policy. Whenever I’m putting a lot of time into a project on the computer, I always make sure to store a backup at a different physical location. I’m paranoid about natural disasters and theft. :)
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Dolores <weaselpant…@sinmonkey.com> wrote in news:auydnTx3eotDE5TfRVn- i…@comcast.com: > I occasionally remember that I have lost everything I have ever written, > and then I feel empty. A thousand poems, gone? My book? Shitfuckdamn.
Some group of Buddhist monks apparently do this kind of thing on purpose. They spend months toiling over an intricate piece of artwork until it’s just perfect, like, the best thing they ever made, then, at the height of their pride and satisfaction, they destroy it. Not that this makes you feel any better, but uhh…, it shows that I know stuff. So anyway….
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Lash Rambo wrote: > Dolores <weaselpant…@sinmonkey.com> wrote in news:auydnTx3eotDE5TfRVn- > i…@comcast.com: >>I occasionally remember that I have lost everything I have ever written, >>and then I feel empty. A thousand poems, gone? My book? Shitfuckdamn. > Some group of Buddhist monks apparently do this kind of thing on purpose. > They spend months toiling over an intricate piece of artwork until it’s > just perfect, like, the best thing they ever made, then, at the height of > their pride and satisfaction, they destroy it. > Not that this makes you feel any better, but uhh…, it shows that I know > stuff. So anyway….
Sand paintings. They draw mandalas with colored sands and then destroy the damn things when they are finished (I think some Amerindian tribes might have sand painind traditions also –unless it’s just some synapses that have gotten cross wired in my brain that makes me think this). August Pamplona — The waterfall in Java is not wet. – omegazero2003 on m.f.w. a.a. # 1811 apatriot #20 Eater of smut Proud member of the reality-based community. The address in this message’s ‘From’ field, in accordance with individual.net’s TOS, is real. However, almost all messages reaching this address are deleted without human intervention. In other words, if you e-mail me there, I will not receive your message. To make sure that e-mail messages actually reach me, make sure that my e-mail address is not hot.
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August Pamplona <cosmic…@hotmail.com> wrote in news:36vr9iF54suoaU1@individual.net: – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> Lash Rambo wrote: >> Dolores <weaselpant…@sinmonkey.com> wrote in >> news:auydnTx3eotDE5TfRVn- i…@comcast.com: >>>I occasionally remember that I have lost everything I have ever >>>written, and then I feel empty. A thousand poems, gone? My book? >>>Shitfuckdamn. >> Some group of Buddhist monks apparently do this kind of thing on >> purpose. They spend months toiling over an intricate piece of >> artwork until it’s just perfect, like, the best thing they ever made, >> then, at the height of their pride and satisfaction, they destroy it. >> Not that this makes you feel any better, but uhh…, it shows that I >> know stuff. So anyway…. > Sand paintings. They draw mandalas with colored sands and then > destroy > the damn things when they are finished (I think some Amerindian tribes > might have sand painind traditions also –unless it’s just some > synapses that have gotten cross wired in my brain that makes me think > this). > August Pamplona
Tibetan Buddhists…& yes, I do think some native peoples indulged in sand painting as well. — "Poor Jack–he was a wise man, but he loved playing with that wheat thresher. ALWAYS with the wheat thresher!" Peter Griffin. Winning Hearts&Minds: http://eerierodent.blogspot.com
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Lash Rambo wrote: > Dolores <weaselpant…@sinmonkey.com> wrote in
news:auydnTx3eotDE5TfRVn- – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> i…@comcast.com: > > I occasionally remember that I have lost everything I have ever written, > > and then I feel empty. A thousand poems, gone? My book? Shitfuckdamn. > Some group of Buddhist monks apparently do this kind of thing on purpose. > They spend months toiling over an intricate piece of artwork until it’s > just perfect, like, the best thing they ever made, then, at the height of > their pride and satisfaction, they destroy it. > Not that this makes you feel any better, but uhh…, it shows that I know > stuff. So anyway….
Did the same thing in college, used to do photograhy and wrote poems. One night I took all my photos and poems and threw them out. I guess I’m a latent Buddhist, except for the height of pride thing. I basically knew my poetry and photos sucked.
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mWarrior wrote: > Dolores wrote: >> I occasionally remember that I have lost everything I have ever >> written, and then I feel empty. A thousand poems, gone? My book? >> Shitfuckdamn. > What happen to your writing? > Also possessing one’s own writing doesn’t make them fulfilled but > possessing the insight that inspired the writing does. Have you lost > that too?
My hard drive crashed, the floppy backups are corrupted, and the other hard drive backup is mysteriously gone. As for "insight"… who told you that? It’s a product, just like anything else. Self-obsessing may make you a good writer, but it doesn’t make you a better person. I quit writing to become a better person. — -=Lola Fuck you and quit dogging me, asshole
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Jaycee wrote: > Ok, Lolita, in what way are you shy? Oh, that’s right, you aren’t. Get > the fuck out!
Suck my cock, impotent bitch. — -=Lola Fuck you and quit dogging me, asshole
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Jim Winters wrote: > As a songwriter, I find it EXTREMELY frustrating when a piece I’m > working on gets accidentally deleted…but it can also be > advantageoous, because I am then forced to recreate the song from my > memory. Somehow it always ends up sounding a lot better the second time > I do it. It’s a time-consuming, but very effective, way of revising. > I could not imagine having to rewrite something as long as a book, > though. That would be a tad overwhelming.
Yeah, I’m not going to. It was in its second draft, and I still have a rough draft printed out somewhere, but it was pretty much shelved and I have no intention of ever going back to it. The poetry hurts more. — -=Lola Fuck you and quit dogging me, asshole
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kitznegari thinks it has wings wrote: >>I lost the novel I was writing when a hard disk crashed. I’d written a >>hell of a lot. > that’s why we save things by putting them online, people. save it to a > website, then in a blog, then email it to yourself at 3 different addresses. > the internet will never crash. > people need to learn. > – k i t z – > http://kitznegari.tripod.com
Aren’t you special. — -=Lola Fuck you and quit dogging me, asshole
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Pumpkinhead wrote: > "Dolores" <weaselpant…@sinmonkey.com> wrote in message > news:auydnTx3eotDE5TfRVn-iw@comcast.com… >>I occasionally remember that I have lost everything I have ever written, >>and then I feel empty. A thousand poems, gone? My book? Shitfuckdamn. > I sometimes think about all the Doom wads I made that got lost when my hard > drive went bad. That was in 1997.
Tragedy seems to have struck hard in 1997. — -=Lola Fuck you and quit dogging me, asshole
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Darkfalz wrote: > I lost the novel I was writing when a hard disk crashed. I’d written a > hell of a lot. This was in 1997. I used to read a lot in high school > and I was a pretty damn good writer. Not anymore though. My vocabulary > has shrunken like a penis in icy weather. I could still look at most > words and remember what they mean, but they aren’t there to use when I > write. Though, I do believe you should be conservative, because if > people can’t understand what you write and have to look up every 20th > word then there’s not much point in writing it. I probably was guilty > of using "big words" just for the sake of it on occasion.
God, that sucks! I gave up writing because it interferes with my ability to interact with other people, including my kids. It definitely just goes away after a while, though I suppose it’s lying latent, ready for you to pick up the pen again if you ever choose to. Have you ever thought you might start writing again? — -=Lola Fuck you and quit dogging me, asshole
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Dolores wrote: > As for "insight"… who told you that? It’s a product, just like > anything else. Self-obsessing may make you a good writer, but it doesn’t > make you a better person. I quit writing to become a better person.
Quite Possibly, I was speaking from my own experiences. Though not with that particluar art form. I feel I have become a better person because my outlets of expression have better externalized by thoughts. Even if the actually products are gone.
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kitznegari thinks it has wings wrote: > >I lost the novel I was writing when a hard disk crashed. I’d written a > >hell of a lot. > that’s why we save things by putting them online, people. save it to a > website, then in a blog, then email it to yourself at 3 different addresses. > the internet will never crash.
that’s what you tell yourself, but are you sure the real reason isn’t just your ego? (you could after all back everything up to a CD-R or a DVD-R and none of us would be the wiser) this is a comment about BLOGs in general, but my feeling on reading most of them is that they are more about a persons own self perception about how interesting they are, rather than how interesting their own lives actually are. like I asked you before – without response .. why on earth do you have an FAQ about *yourself*? A poster to a shyness forum too. It seems something of an oxymoron.
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Ack, I know how that is. A couple years back thanks to a hard drive crash I lost everything, including hundreds of audio projects that I’d spent easily more than a thousand hours on.
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"Dolores" <weaselpant…@sinmonkey.com> wrote in message
news:auydnTx3eotDE5TfRVn-iw@comcast.com… >I occasionally remember that I have lost everything I have ever written, >and then I feel empty. A thousand poems, gone? My book? Shitfuckdamn.
I sometimes think about all the Doom wads I made that got lost when my hard drive went bad. That was in 1997.
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Some wounds time will never heal…
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Victor wrote: > "Dolores" <weaselpant…@sinmonkey.com> wrote in message > news:auydnTx3eotDE5TfRVn-iw@comcast.com… >>I occasionally remember that I have lost everything I have ever written, >>and then I feel empty. A thousand poems, gone? My book? Shitfuckdamn. > Is that the title of your book? > Sounds good.
Yes. — -=Lola Fuck you and quit dogging me, asshole
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I lost the novel I was writing when a hard disk crashed. I’d written a hell of a lot. This was in 1997. I used to read a lot in high school and I was a pretty damn good writer. Not anymore though. My vocabulary has shrunken like a penis in icy weather. I could still look at most words and remember what they mean, but they aren’t there to use when I write. Though, I do believe you should be conservative, because if people can’t understand what you write and have to look up every 20th word then there’s not much point in writing it. I probably was guilty of using "big words" just for the sake of it on occasion.
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>I lost the novel I was writing when a hard disk crashed. I’d written a >hell of a lot.
that’s why we save things by putting them online, people. save it to a website, then in a blog, then email it to yourself at 3 different addresses. the internet will never crash. people need to learn. – k i t z – http://kitznegari.tripod.com
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I occasionally remember that I have lost everything I have ever written, and then I feel empty. A thousand poems, gone? My book? Shitfuckdamn. — -=Lola Fuck you and quit dogging me, asshole
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"Dolores" <weaselpant…@sinmonkey.com> wrote in message
news:auydnTx3eotDE5TfRVn-iw@comcast.com… >I occasionally remember that I have lost everything I have ever written, >and then I feel empty. A thousand poems, gone? My book? Shitfuckdamn.
Is that the title of your book? Sounds good.
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Ok, Lolita, in what way are you shy? Oh, that’s right, you aren’t. Get the fuck out! – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Dolores wrote: > I occasionally remember that I have lost everything I have ever written, > and then I feel empty. A thousand poems, gone? My book? Shitfuckdamn.
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Dolores wrote: > I occasionally remember that I have lost everything I have ever written, > and then I feel empty. A thousand poems, gone? My book? Shitfuckdamn.
As a songwriter, I find it EXTREMELY frustrating when a piece I’m working on gets accidentally deleted…but it can also be advantageoous, because I am then forced to recreate the song from my memory. Somehow it always ends up sounding a lot better the second time I do it. It’s a time-consuming, but very effective, way of revising. I could not imagine having to rewrite something as long as a book, though. That would be a tad overwhelming.
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