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I don't know anything about Gary Puckett. or if he wrote his own songs. But I like to think that he was the boy who led his girl so tenderly into love, on that sweet and velvet night. And I hope she did not become that woman with the different look, and cheating on her mind.

Really, really great. Just listened again and it gave me beautiful chills. "Our hearts told us we were right". O yes indeed.

"First cut" is a great song, and ole stingy not-a-real-Scotsman Rod did a beautiful understated cover. But listen to the lyrics, "I will embark on a relationship with you, but I can never love you as much as I loved my first love, maybe you can help me get over her>" Puh-leeze. The first cut is the only cut, and the scar is the proudest adornment you can ever wear.

There's a better one. "This Girl is a Woman Now" , a soaring celebration of the wondrous introduction to love, - I think this was around the same time the Stones put out "Under My Thumb" and the trendy you-such-a-ho-and-you love it music thing started. Both genres are hugely sexy of course, but Mick I gotta tell you, Gary Puckett never made your money or had your career, but he could sing better than you.

Michael, thanks for explaining, I was frivolous to take more of your time by posting this here. i am also old and scared of dying, though not tired of living and I don't know anyone who isn't. What I do about it is tote as few bales as possible and take the odd swim in Ole Man River, and I couldn't hate her, even if you told me to.But I don't feel sorry for her either. I feel sorry for those who suffer sorrow, and I have no evidence that she does.

This observation is profoundly true, I think. Just one aspect, off the top of my head, the idea of virginity, something yesterday to be guarded and protected, now to be "lost" or given up as soon as possible, when the social context that gave it value is long gone. This way of discussing the natural entry into sexual life has always driven me crazy, anyway. What was there to lose or give up,your past self is not going to go anywhere, and finding new physical and emotional pleasures is what growing up is about. Sorry, I'm ranting, but it puzzles me that young girls seem to categorize and devalue their own precious lives and selves sometimes, because of what some guy told them. Daunce--OMG. It would be a drastic understatement for me to simply say that I agree with every word of your post. You have no idea how strongly I feel about this whole issue. I even wrote a novel about it. Dennis, I did not know about your novel, but the "First Time" issue is indeed so powerful and emotive. I am not an Objectivist as you know, but it is so totally about volition and readiness, about conscious choice and the expectation of new joy in the journey of human life.

My brain is hurting badly from trying to understand what happened to Janet's wretched blog, and I have given up trying to understand it all, but what she wrote on solo says that MSK has had purposes which Lindsay P has accomplished. Does this mean a possible new rapprochement in O-politics, could somebody enlighten? The BOW office is open till 11. if Ravi answers just speak slowly.

My mother always proclaimed herself to be academically stupid, and demonstrably she was. She had to repeat a grade in school,, I forget which one, and graduated dead last in her class at business school. She was gleeful that she had married a man who was smart, and delighted in his cleverness and the general intelligence of his whole extended family. My father would have become an architect or archaeologist, preferably both, if his life circumstances had allowed it..He was an expert draughtsman. I recently came across a drawing of a font he made at age 10 in some Sunday school assignment. I have no eye for art, but I have seen a lot of fonts, and this drawing is a font, with perfect proportions, and something more , which probably I am just readiing into it. He worked as a carpenter, and some of the furniture he made I have now, and every drawer opens on its edges every time, almost eerily, while the brand-new kitchen drawers regularly stick. He built his own house, adapting standard plans, oversaw and did a lot of the construction. He installed an electric heat system which nobody had in town at the time, and nobody understands including me and my cousin who lives in the house now, but it works great and is cheap. He didn't get to live to landscape his yard, or build the greenhouse with his neighbour Harry which would have produced pumpkins to astonish the world. But he did get to eat the corn of that same Harry, fresh picked and boiled right there in the field, and so did I, and I am here to tell you that no corn, ever, ever tasted better..

If this is the one you mean, it happens to be one I saved: Also excellent is The Outrage (1964), starring Paul Newman. According to Wiki, Kurosawa is credited with the screenplay for this western remake of Rashomon. I haven't seen the original in many years, so I cannot say how similar the two films are, but The Outrage follows the same plot line. I was born in Japan (Fukuoka, Kyushu), so I know about these things. Ghs Xray do you really like Rashomon better than 7 Samurai? I thought Germans were into horse operas!! George, why did you not overthr If this is the one you mean, it happens to be one I saved: Also excellent is The Outrage (1964), starring Paul Newman. According to Wiki, Kurosawa is credited with the screenplay for this western remake of Rashomon. I haven't seen the original in many years, so I cannot say how similar the two films are, but The Outrage follows the same plot line. I was born in Japan (Fukuoka, Kyushu), so I know about these things. Ghs Xray, do you really like Rashomon more than the 7 Samurai? I thought Germans were really into horse operas? George, why did you not overthrow the Shogunate when you had the chance?

This observation is profoundly true, I think. Just one aspect, off the top of my head, the idea of virginity, something yesterday to be guarded and protected, now to be "lost" or given up as soon as possible, when the social context that gave it value is long gone. This way of discussing the natural entry into sexual life has always driven me crazy, anyway. What was there to lose or give up,your past self is not going to go anywhere, and finding new physical and emotional pleasures is what growing up is about. Sorry, I'm ranting, but it puzzles me that young girls seem to categorize and devalue their own precious lives and selves sometimes, because of what some guy told them.

I'm glad too that anything Rashomon was saved. What a movie. I like Seven Samurai the best, but so enjoyed Ran also, is it all about japanese psychology, or just Kirosawa being a great moviemaker? I like Japanese movies, one of my faves was "Double Suicide" tho I don't know the director.

"Human being" in a state from birth comparable to vegetative coma. Would you argue that the parents are obligated to foot the bill to keep an anencephalic alive? (I wouldn't agree with selling the flesh for food, but I do think euthanasia is acceptable in cases where an anencephalic is born alive.) Look at the Google results and you might see that it isn't Objectivists primarily who discuss the rights status of anencephalics. Ellen Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh. I am going out to gather roots and berries, and I think I will skip the bison roast tonight.

Adam, thanks for your time relaying this. It's sappy of course, and absolutely true. To love is natural to human beings; we can't help loving, unless we have suffered severe early deprivation of the worst kind, or are psychobiologically abnormal. But being loved in return, or in general, is an adventitious thing. We all know wonderful, entirely lovable people who were not loved by their own parents, say, or never found the life partner they deserved. It is just luck. I have had enormous luck. Throughout my whole life, including the I-don't-deserve-to-live-I-am-grotesque/subhuman phases, I have been loved, by people better and finer than I in every aspect. I have never had anything comparable to offer for what they gave me, except to love them back, with what I had to give. On the downside, I have never won a game of cards in my life, except once at cribbage when I turned up the good jack and got the 29 hand

Dans ce pays-ci il est bon de tuer de temps en temps un amiral pour encourager les autres. Bien dit, mon brave.

Baal, I have been wondering for a while, is your current sig line the Hebrew rendering of your old one, the famous last words of Socrates? Or is it about enemy smiting, or slain enemy foreskin counting, or like that? Enquiring minds want to know.

Good post Peter. This is indeed a safe place for the weary, as long as you do not sit down next to Adam.

Tony I am just a compulsive reader, I have suffered from "eye hunger " all my life and literally never have been able to be comfortable in any circumstance, where reading material is not to hand. Sassoon, andOwen and Brooke were so brave and realistic and beautiful. And McCrae of course, the Lost Generation who gave themselves so entirely, that there could be another generation of their kith and kin behind them. Yep, no garret-poets were these men (Robert Graves, too). SS was insanely brave, eventually receiving the Military Cross. When convalescing once for 'shell-shock', he couldn't wait to get back to his men at the Front. Always openly scathing about the War, an MP read his letter to Parliament: "I believe that the war upon which I entered as a war of defense and liberation has now become war of aggression and conquest." So much the national hero, he could get away with criticism of the g'ment. Makes you wonder that a conscientuous objector ("Conchies", so hated then in England) and a man of supreme courage may be the same thing sometimes. Those war poets had more rationality and vision then the entire Army Command. (Carol, did your eye hunger lead you to Pat Barker's excellent "Regeneration" Trilogy - in which SS and other poets play a central role - portraying the crude psychiatric treatment of soldiers in WW1?) No, but I have read Reginald Hill's "The Wood Beyond the World", a beautiful and heartbreaking book. Hill is an activist in the movement to remove the stain of treason from the WW1 soldiers who were shot for "cowardice". Even today, the British government will not acknowledge the futile stupidity of those military murders.

That's a misspelling problem, too. Took me several looks to see it -- indicative of my fading sight. She transposed the "is" in "terrorism" as "si." Now I wonder if she really did have troubles with her computer as she said she did. Ellen, I have no idea what is going on here but I think we should both clutch our pearls. ISS, Carol Ellen ADD: This is cute. Seymour has subsequently fixed the link in the SOLO post, without mentioning that she did so, while she's still indicating that something nefariously wrong is preventing access to her blog from OL. Here's the original: Here's the fixed version: Note the time stamps. Ellen

aha, we have got him at last. Duct tapel of course he is Canadian, all these years masquerading as an an American, luring innocent women into who knows what. Shout out to Red Green, you will get your OBE this time for sure. The CBS van is on its way,,alll together now.."but our good times are all gone, and I'md bound for moving on..."

Oh, of course. I forgot that naturally you would both be bringing your wives to the ceremony. Ouch. That's what she said. So I've heard. Thy tongue is as sharp cutting as my whip Not the whip! I haven;t been that bad. Surely I merit only a kindly scolding from a brotherly hand.

Oh, of course. I forgot that naturally you would both be bringing your wives to the ceremony. Ouch. That's what she said. So I've heard.

Marx also beat his wife and neglected his children. I hope that will be mentioned in the lecture. While beating and neglecting them he often spoke of his hopes for a world order of genocide and tyranny

Oh, of course. I forgot that naturally you would both be bringing your wives to the ceremony.

Chris Sciabarra, as an admirer of your work I wish you many happy and healthy returns. I know I speak for many others also

He died on this date, Feb.. 17, in 1984 at age 60, I am posting this in the Ethics, because he was the most ethical person I have ever known well. I don't know if he ever thought about his own ethics that much; certainly he never talked about them, simply lived them.He accommodated them to the ethics of the people he loved, which were often weird and sometimes downright demented. He made judgments, I know, but he never delivered them, and would only discuss them under duress. I wish so much that he could have lived longer and I could have given back some little, of what he gave me., and made him talk about the things he had lived, because he would have done that for me, I know. Because everything I ever needed from him, he gave, and there is no way, ever, for me to repay.those things.he gave me. If he could read this he would be embarrassed and obscurely furious. My daughter is making a spectacle of me! Tough, Dad. You can survive being made a spectacle of. You survived having your bathrobe repossessed by a deranged relative, and dined out on the tale which you told brilliantly, as I recall.