tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post114084658220184801..comments2023-12-26T22:01:53.402-05:00Comments on The Synchronicity of Indeterminacy: Indeterminacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1141236528612544052006-03-01T13:08:00.000-05:002006-03-01T13:08:00.000-05:00Full of Love: Thank you so much.Will Brady of Will...Full of Love: Thank you so much.<BR/><BR/>Will Brady of <A HREF="http://willbradyjournal.blogspot.com/" REL="nofollow">Will Brady's Ruminations</A> sent me a late story, which I think is incredibly original:<BR/><BR/> Gwen had come up the stairs to find the sea chamber blocked off with a curtain. She was concenred about the folds of the curtain [if it confused the fish] and wondered if the fish behind the curtain would be harmed by residues emanating from the synthetic material from which the curtain was composed. She also wondered how the fish would be fed, and even if the fish had been killed off, the curtain being placed in the tank to keep the viewers from seeing their stiff, lifeless bodies floating near the top of the tank.<BR/> This whole affair troubled her greatly, and it was causing her to reconsider whether or not she should pledge her annual support to the Center the next time a fund-raising drive was announced. After all, it was cotsing her well over $100 a year to support the place, and this is not what she was expecting when she came to visit.<BR/> She would rather have seen a new collection on sea anemones in the tank, as had been suggested during the last fund drive. All it all, it saddened her to see the curtain across the tank.Indeterminacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1141223598413587572006-03-01T09:33:00.000-05:002006-03-01T09:33:00.000-05:00Indie, I just read your story. Its so very beautif...Indie, I just read your story. Its so very beautiful. Profound.Synchronicity Divahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04822565908253907003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1141157178083849882006-02-28T15:06:00.000-05:002006-02-28T15:06:00.000-05:00Poetic Justice: Thank you for your very kind comme...Poetic Justice: Thank you for your very kind comments about my writing. I saw you what you wrote the other day at your blog, too. THanks for all of it. I thought I'd added a link to your site, but apparently I hadn't - but I've rectified that. I hope some of my visitors stop by your place, too. It's very cool there.<BR/><BR/>Actually I never tried to write anything really psychoanalytic, though it may turn out like that in the end. I made the psychologist a psychiatrist to start with but went back and changed it. But it probably still shows. I really didn't imagine people would like this story so much.<BR/><BR/>Everyone: Sorry, but it will be a slow week again. I hope to post a story tomorrow, then maybe Friday. I'll do my best, OK? It's another one of <I>those</I> weeks.Indeterminacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1141144583597494502006-02-28T11:36:00.000-05:002006-02-28T11:36:00.000-05:00Hi Indeterminacy and thanks for the story once aga...Hi Indeterminacy and thanks for the story once again. And your visit... <BR/><BR/>I have been over here twice before today, just reading it again. You know all the good I think about your writing and this is not an exception... interesting subject. Very concise writing. <BR/><BR/>I'm into psychoanalysis, especially in writing. The subconsious connections we make. <BR/><BR/>I was pimping your blog the other day. Seems it has been appreciated... you are so productive! I just write my tiny "fiction to go" pieces and the rest on paper here at home... saving pages for the rainy day i.e the damn publishing contract I am supposed to honour... <BR/><BR/>All the best and keep the ink - no - pixels and xhtml flowing...Ann Marie Simardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17940225347124201538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1141112713629142482006-02-28T02:45:00.000-05:002006-02-28T02:45:00.000-05:00Full of love: Your interpretation is food for thou...Full of love: Your interpretation is food for thought. I looked at the picture a long time. I think the reflection is of a woman behind the curtain, but the person who we can see is male. But I'm not 100% certain. There was a second picture which I'll have to look at again.<BR/><BR/>Cooper (Alice): Viruswitch selected the photo from several I sent to her.<BR/><BR/>Jamie: And what's he going to do now? Not even the devil is interested in a deal with him.<BR/><BR/>Mrs. Weirsdo: I didn't know anyone would like the story that much - it honestly surprises me - I thought it was in parts. But you're partly right about the Tucholsky - I thought the "monologue" was similar to the Mr. Wrobel in "I am a Murderer," but what I kept thinking of while writing it was Peter Lorre in M (1931), his crazed explanation at the end, of why he has to murder.Indeterminacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1141106153383138112006-02-28T00:55:00.000-05:002006-02-28T00:55:00.000-05:00I thought that story was pretty brilliant. I liked...I thought that story was pretty brilliant. I liked the eerie build-up, the unexpected ending, and especially Matthew's lies, which seemed to betray a hint of Tucholsky's influence. . . <BR/><BR/>I do not know if any cabs would have pulled up for me on this one. I was desperately busy last week. Sorry.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1141018790239845072006-02-27T00:39:00.000-05:002006-02-27T00:39:00.000-05:00That was eerie, Indie. I'd say Matthew got what h...That was eerie, Indie. I'd say Matthew got what he deserved. His trick backfired big time!Jamie Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11036600186909466411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1141014726450905742006-02-26T23:32:00.000-05:002006-02-26T23:32:00.000-05:00Enjoying everyone's stories. I like tha picture an...Enjoying everyone's stories. I like tha picture and will check out viruswatch directly.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1141012598518220422006-02-26T22:56:00.000-05:002006-02-26T22:56:00.000-05:00She is trying to find ‘herself’ in her shadow. Her...She is trying to find ‘herself’ in her shadow. Her shadow on the green light is the only absolute truth that appears relative in the physical world. She is trying to seize a truth, which cannot be captured in the frames of physical reality. It is something that needs to be flowing like current.Synchronicity Divahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04822565908253907003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1140975343774187222006-02-26T12:35:00.000-05:002006-02-26T12:35:00.000-05:00P.S. If you've missed my postscripted comment at t...P.S. If you've missed my postscripted comment at the end of the post, go and check out what Viruswitch has started:<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://anothergalaxy.blogspot.com" REL="nofollow">anothergalaxy.blogspot.com</A>Indeterminacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1140975208829221012006-02-26T12:33:00.000-05:002006-02-26T12:33:00.000-05:00I finished my story early for a achange so I thoug...I finished my story early for a achange so I thought I'd have a peak at the stories you guys wrote....<BR/><BR/>Viruswitch: I thought your description of the light was amazing. I could feel and taste what it looked like. (I know that description is my weak point in writing, so I admire it all the more when I see someone else do it). And it's a fantastic story, too.<BR/><BR/>Mushroom: Your description of the machine puts mine to shame, too. (Which you'll all see Monday). I think this metaphor stands out: " like something you'd see at a home improvement show." And the ever-present blogging... Guess people are all walking around with laptops nowadays, looking for something to blog about. I always enjoy the bit of family history you work into your stories. Let's hope in my story there's no family history ;-)<BR/><BR/>Jamie: Elegant, matter-of-fact description of life after death. All the details fit. It reminds me of the near-death experiences I've read about.<BR/><BR/>Mushroom: That's very Junian, what you just said. He talks about individuation and self-actualization, and it culminates in the entire achievements of the person in the moment of death.<BR/><BR/>Let's see if anyone else cares to try their hand...Indeterminacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1140939495065150802006-02-26T02:38:00.000-05:002006-02-26T02:38:00.000-05:00Good stories, VW & Mush.Nothing autobiographical a...Good stories, VW & Mush.<BR/>Nothing autobiographical about mine. <BR/>I'd like to know what Karen knows, though.Jamie Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11036600186909466411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1140928449833333332006-02-25T23:34:00.000-05:002006-02-25T23:34:00.000-05:00LOL, I didnt know working for the state can provid...LOL, I didnt know working for the state can provide one with such insights on life. But I get it. He have an inkling but the great secret will never be revealed...adminhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09574720394269507883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1140919204276859702006-02-25T21:00:00.000-05:002006-02-25T21:00:00.000-05:00VW, in reference to whether Jamie's entry could be...VW, in reference to whether Jamie's entry could be autobio: my belief is that Life is like that employment I had with the State years ago -- you don't ever see what your job description and duties are until you've been let go, though you did get some conflicting descriptions which had a kernal of accuracy while you were there.The Mushroomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13466433750698090728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1140914710997512662006-02-25T19:45:00.000-05:002006-02-25T19:45:00.000-05:00Wow Jamie, I wondered if your story is also autobi...Wow Jamie, I wondered if your story is also autobiographical like mushrooms but then again, it cant be.adminhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09574720394269507883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1140912541595347262006-02-25T19:09:00.000-05:002006-02-25T19:09:00.000-05:00She was dead; she knew that much, but where was sh...She was dead; she knew that much, but where was she? Karen was never one to believe in an afterlife. She felt weightless. She wondered what was behind that weird, green, glowing wall. When she peeked behind it, she saw God, and all the mysteries of the universe were answered just by one look in God's eyes. <BR/>You may be wondering what God looks like. Karen knows.Jamie Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11036600186909466411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1140887277733221412006-02-25T12:07:00.000-05:002006-02-25T12:07:00.000-05:00It was old science, or pseudoscience, but it's the...It was old science, or pseudoscience, but it's the one that her grandfather swore by: he had this "ozone machine" that looked like a shoeshine box with eight neon-like tubes on top that would glow blue-white with electric plasma. He claimed that the static discharge it produced improved the circulation in his feet, and he'd sit in the La-Z-Boy with his feet gently placed upon the tubes. She had the ways and the means to replicate her grandfather's wonder-machine, but it wasn't her feet that she was having trouble with. She wanted to improve the circulation of <I>her entire body</I> and built an entire wall of tubing that she could stand near, or go about her work next to. It looked really great, like something you'd see at a home improvement show, and people commented they'd love to have a shower stall or external entryway to their homes that looked like this. But after a week or two, she concluded that the science had failed her. Partially this was because she didn't feel a change because she used argon (ergo the green color) rather than oxygen in her tubing, but mostly the problem was that the tubing and the power step-up used to make it glow were causing trouble on the laptop computer she would sit in front of with the tubing wall behind her and it was interfering with her ability to blog about how great this health improvement system was.<BR/><BR/><BR/>[This is partially autobiographical; my grandfather did swear by his ozone-tube footbox.]The Mushroomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13466433750698090728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1140856318976436862006-02-25T03:31:00.000-05:002006-02-25T03:31:00.000-05:00Trinity had been dreaming of that bright green lig...Trinity had been dreaming of that bright green light every day for the past month. It started as a weak green point of light and expanded into a great green liquid curtain. In the dream she held her hand out, touched it and it endevoured it into the green dimension. It was a beautiful sight. Green and blue shadows glew all over, with hues of purple that met with a sight-penetrating white, stubborn enough never to abandon a world poor of color. There was a green fountain that threw out drops of a crystal-like shiny water. The sound of the flowing water was very quiet but as her gaze was fixed on the fountain, she started to perceive it incredibly loudly. Unable to resist she aproached the water, closed her eyes and felt, how it felt. Trinity was now a glowing green mass of refreshing liquid, her body had vanished and only the outline of her form reminded of a past human existence. As if a green current of electricity hit her, she reached the peak of this peculiar green nirvana. Thats when she always woke up.adminhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09574720394269507883noreply@blogger.com