tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post7399485205059047707..comments2023-09-22T07:03:03.280-04:00Comments on The Clarity of Night: Paula-Cole CoolJason Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14851992219298316168noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-2695455185801867242009-04-24T12:39:00.000-04:002009-04-24T12:39:00.000-04:00I think we can all relate to this post, one way or...I think we can all relate to this post, one way or another. Aine, are you really laughing?<br /><br />Hugs, GGeraldine https://www.blogger.com/profile/07410019941984295767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-40895851575529498952009-04-20T22:34:00.000-04:002009-04-20T22:34:00.000-04:00Kaye, well, you're doing a fantastic job as a poet...Kaye, well, you're doing a fantastic job as a poet, I can tell you that!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-72767566630037514382009-04-19T22:13:00.000-04:002009-04-19T22:13:00.000-04:00Jason - I enjoyed the post and all the comments an...Jason - I enjoyed the post and all the comments and comments to the comments! Ah, trying to blend in. We have all been there. Now, all I do is try to blend out. ;DK.Lawson Gilberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204234196229710524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-43847299629883336942009-04-18T17:02:00.000-04:002009-04-18T17:02:00.000-04:00Chris, the weird thing with me is that I do the st...Chris, the weird thing with me is that I do the stuff well. I just don't look like I should do the stuff well. ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-80862963994730562302009-04-18T09:30:00.000-04:002009-04-18T09:30:00.000-04:00Cute story!!
My husband is a bit the same way. O...Cute story!!<br /><br />My husband is a bit the same way. Our Lithuanian neighbor from our old neighborhood, a big burly man with years of construction and beer under his belt (he's 80 something now), used to chuckle when he saw my husband trying to do something "manly" like painting... I chuckled too. He was made for cerebral stuff.Chris Eldinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16732006129353079344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-71463675516891403582009-04-17T23:41:00.000-04:002009-04-17T23:41:00.000-04:00Aniket, wise words. Being able to move in differi...Aniket, wise words. Being able to move in differing circles is a great skill.<br /><br />Little Girl Lost, I'd like to go to the book club with the folks with the nose rings and streaked hair!!<br /><br />Walking Man, that's a really good point! Folks who've got it together go much easier on the salespeople. And maybe we can light lighters together to Paula Cole.... (Thanks for having my back with that hex wrench.)<br /><br />Margaret, I'm glad that I'm pretty close to not bothering. Most of the time, we work against ourselves anyway. And the bike ride was great!<br /><br />Karen, thank you for sharing that. I can feel an old, wary fear in your words. I can empathize somewhat. My life was certainly not in danger, but I took a good bit of razzing when I moved in 8th grade. My Buffalo accent didn't go over well in western Pennsylvania (like <I>they</I> know how to talk). I needed to make some major adjustments as soon as possible to to get myself out of that target category. Not a happy couple of years. But I did get it done.<br /><br />Linda, such kind things to say! I'm very humbled. :)<br /><br />Sarah, yeah, that's very similar. I think we're both getting better at hanging with Paula and seizing the moment and not working against ourselves so much. :)<br /><br />Paul, yeah, I definitely would turn that down as you're rolling into daycare drop off.<br /><br />Catvibe, sounds like the first judging would be good, but the second bad. ;) Don't worry. We don't ride like asses. We live on the edge of farmland. Close to Amish country, actually. The bike is very freeing out on those hidden, twisty roads.<br /><br />Aine, oh yeah, I see the scene too. Gah. What the hell was I thinking to wear that stuff? My. Lord. But thank God for the motorcycle (and writing ;) ). Those two things seem to have really turned the tide. :)<br /><br />Aine again, oh, and now we're moving onto compliments, I see! ;) Seriously, thank you. It's very heartwarming to hear that praise (and confirmation I'm not Neanderthal).<br /><br />Milly, ha! I like this perspective! Thanks. :) Don't worry, I'm A-OK on how toilet seats are attached. No call needed. ;)<br /><br />Aggie, yeah, leather makes all the difference!<br /><br />EOH, it's not hard to "like" it, as in not purposefully turn it off. So no need to feel uncomfortable. And you've got two important changes covered there! Awesome. Probably one of the more ambitious things I did was rebuild the guts to our furnace water pump.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-78101466781628631252009-04-17T21:16:00.000-04:002009-04-17T21:16:00.000-04:00People who like Sweet Home, Alabama have always ma...People who like <I>Sweet Home, Alabama</I> have always made me feel really uncomfortable.<br /><br />And I can change a toilet seat. And a tire on a car. Just so you know.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16532403180123519635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-79953988842655370532009-04-17T19:32:00.000-04:002009-04-17T19:32:00.000-04:00I've heard of chick flicks ... but chick music??? ...I've heard of chick flicks ... but chick music??? Who knew! <br />We all try and blend in one way or another ... not a problem!<br />Of course, I hope you were wearing leather!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-35724887500214503632009-04-17T14:22:00.000-04:002009-04-17T14:22:00.000-04:00I work in a hardware store and I see all kinds of ...I work in a hardware store and I see all kinds of guys. Don’t worry we don’t judge at all. ;-} <br />Well. . . except for the grown man that didn’t know how to change the toilet seat. <br /><br />So crank up the chick music and be who you are.<br /><br /> Call if you need help changing your toilet seat.Millyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08676326805474564427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-55353099364000717662009-04-17T12:40:00.000-04:002009-04-17T12:40:00.000-04:00The truth is, all those other guys out there shoul...The truth is, all those other guys out there should be scrambling to blend in with <I>you</I>! A true, flesh & blood renaissance man. (Another term for which, according to wikipedia, is <I>Homo universalis</I>. LOL-- further proof that INTPs are not <I>H. neanderthalensis</I>)<br /><br />;)Ainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08402176500997528105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-54051115643384594202009-04-17T12:21:00.000-04:002009-04-17T12:21:00.000-04:00*my sides ache now...*:D
I'll never forget the "y...<I>*my sides ache now...*</I>:D<br /><br />I'll never forget the "young", studious pre-med freshman sitting in my dorm room, nervously pushing his glasses back on his face (wearing dress slacks, mind you, not jeans...) and casually mentioning his love for riding his cycle on the back roads and hills. <I>Scrrrittch!</I> Wait, what? Back up. You. Ride?? What's your name, again?....<br />;)Ainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08402176500997528105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-51205984352326523622009-04-17T12:06:00.000-04:002009-04-17T12:06:00.000-04:00Funny, Paula Cole never did it for me so if you we...Funny, Paula Cole never did it for me so if you were driving up and I heard that I'd be like, ew. Sweet Home Alabama on the other hand, since I grew up in the 70's after all...Can't help it. I'd have to judge you. ;-)<br /><br />Just kidding. I know what you mean, it is funny those things we do in relation to how we think we are being viewed. What's even funnier is that most people don't care either way! I'm finally getting that at almost 50. Of course if you went screaming by on your motorcycle at 100 miles an hour (and since you aren't an SP type, you probably wouldn't) then I'd be judgmental as hell and I'd curse you and put a pox on you and you would have no idea why green warts with 2 inch whiskers were suddenly appearing all over your torso. Heh heh. Pays to be a witch doctor INFP! HAH!Catherine Viberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01354073276671196477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-91717550678516841612009-04-17T10:43:00.000-04:002009-04-17T10:43:00.000-04:00I do this all the time. Of course, I'm also drivi...I do this all the time. Of course, I'm also driving around my wife's girly blue VW Beetle with the daisies in the bud vase. (my Element fits the two car seats, hers doesn't).<br /><br />I find myself more often turning down the radio because of the cursing coming from the Comedy Channel on XM.<br /><br />PaulAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-8411799760918496072009-04-17T10:19:00.000-04:002009-04-17T10:19:00.000-04:00Well, Paula IS telling you to embrace the moment, ...Well, Paula IS telling you to embrace the moment, right? ;) <br /><br />For some reason your first parenthetical really cracked me up. :D<br /><br />On the gender flip side, I always feel like a bit of a pretender going into hair salons. Like all those girly-girl women are looking at my careless 'do (headbands probably aren't cool for a woman in her thirties, right?) and shaking their heads. Kind of the same thing in nice shoe stores, too.<br /><br />We all want to protect an image, to a certain extent. Likely even in our online selves. But I liked your true self awareness here! :)Sarah Hinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-57689923885189967622009-04-17T09:33:00.000-04:002009-04-17T09:33:00.000-04:00Ah Jason
The more I read what you write...whatever...Ah Jason<br />The more I read what you write...whatever the subject...I smile and think...this is a neat,sensitive, intellectual and down to earth guy...(left over language from living in the "NORTH")<br />I felt as if I were riding with your...Love your approach. <br />LindaLinda S. Sochahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03281672541959206302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-27595208753422233942009-04-17T07:56:00.000-04:002009-04-17T07:56:00.000-04:00Jason - As a child growing up in a rough place, I ...Jason - As a child growing up in a rough place, I learned very quickly the importance of blending in. It was called survival. Those who couldn't master it, didn't survive very well. This skill (and that's what I think it really is) has helped me tremendously in my life. I no longer view it as being a phoney (which is what I thought when I was a kid), but as using my empathy to really connect with people. I hope that makes sense. <br /><br />So, you don't need the dirt to blend in, just "feel" like they feel. :-)Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-6518592202747640072009-04-17T07:06:00.000-04:002009-04-17T07:06:00.000-04:00Don't we all, at times, try to "blend in." Yeah ou...Don't we all, at times, try to "blend in." Yeah our self image is important to us.<br /><br />But it's good, if we can now and again, pluck up the courage to just "be ourselves." And not care two hoots about what others think.<br /><br />Enjoy that first bike ride of the season with Aine.Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17286909482780350161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-51917373721785872482009-04-17T07:05:00.000-04:002009-04-17T07:05:00.000-04:00Dude...you got it all backwards, the guy who walks...Dude...you got it all backwards, the guy who walks into the auto parts store all greasy and dirty is the guy fighting his job...The guy who walks in clean, picks up everything he needs from the shelves before going to the counter, where he places a long and detailed list of every part he will require (extra points for doing it from memory) is the one who gets the counterman's attention and respect.<br /><br />Any one who is bemused by your musical selection just send 'em my way. I blast Paula Cole all the time...and I have a 2" x 2 1/4" double ended hex wrench that will settle any dispute as to taste.the walking manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10058913927297370740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-8328893969348772372009-04-17T03:58:00.000-04:002009-04-17T03:58:00.000-04:00:D :D a bespectacled lumberjack... nope, doesn't s...:D :D a bespectacled lumberjack... nope, doesn't scan...<br />That sounds like me when i used to take off my nose-ring and wear a dorky cap over my wine-streaked hair before going into the book-readers' club.i've stopped doing that, but its still no fun to not blend in. :)<br />sweet home alabama, lord i'm coming home to you...Amritorupa Kanjilal https://www.blogger.com/profile/05297857308903060458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-57488343426175355592009-04-17T03:51:00.000-04:002009-04-17T03:51:00.000-04:00Well I can smile all I want can't I?? :-)
This is...Well I can smile all I want can't I?? :-)<br /><br />This is so true Jason... the 'When in Rome do as the romans do' feeling.<br /><br />If they saw me on The Preacherman's blog... they wont think am that nice a guy after all. :-D<br /><br />We all do our bit to blend in...<br /><br />And I don't see any harm in that unless you are doing something you despise for the sake of acknowledgement of others, which most certainly is not the case here. :-)<br /><br />Now am off to listen to "Sweet Home Alabama" :-)Aniket Thakkarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18311954967682696734noreply@blogger.com