tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post6428116118802984315..comments2023-12-26T22:01:53.402-05:00Comments on The Synchronicity of Indeterminacy: Indeterminacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-35600858549279650192007-08-01T18:45:00.000-04:002007-08-01T18:45:00.000-04:00Ahh gorgeous story. Your stories always set pictu...Ahh gorgeous story. Your stories always set pictures going on in my head that entertain like lil movies for hours... Okay everybody into the jet and we'll go to Germany and take over a mansion! Indie we'll meet you there! Now just two quick things - we need a jet and a mansion... :)C Merryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02889678088884100262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-57679189983094508832007-08-01T06:36:00.000-04:002007-08-01T06:36:00.000-04:00Your story is so much prettier than mine though!Your story is so much prettier than mine though!Cie Cheesemeisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14871507564733240927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-11236033709807346702007-07-31T20:11:00.000-04:002007-07-31T20:11:00.000-04:00Hi there... Just to let you know I really apprecia...Hi there... Just to let you know I really appreciate the way you handle all this creative stuff posted here... Thank you very much indeed for the nice and kind words you left here and in my "Palavrejando"... I feel honoured to have you as a long time visitor. :)M.P.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-14239826607109053732007-07-31T16:08:00.000-04:002007-07-31T16:08:00.000-04:00First off, thanks everyone for making this such a ...First off, thanks everyone for making this such a great round! It was so many stories, it really took me a while to read through them all, but it was great....<BR/><BR/>Happy LOL Day: Your story turned out so nice, and really out of the box - I'm wondering now why I had to sweat over mine for so long.<BR/><BR/>Doug: One of these days you may have to pay the piper for that one. And he doesn't like fiddles.<BR/><BR/>Sandy: That story is so true! Well, it always happens to me, every Christmas, and birthdays.<BR/><BR/>OE.: Agent Double Oh Red is very sexy. Lucky violin.<BR/><BR/>Mavin: Thanks for that epic story. It's the simple, everyday details of life that I liked. It's so realistic to think of a Starbuck concert as opposted to an appearance at Carnegie Hall or someplace. Glad also that you liked the last stories. I didn't think I did such a great job. <BR/><BR/>Mrs. Weirsdo: I though this would be a photo you could relate to and I was very curious as to what you would write. Was really fascinating. <BR/><BR/>Frances: What a shock/tragedy. I never saw the end coming - very effectful. I'm going to have to start wearing a hat so I can take it off to you.<BR/><BR/>Lucy: You got me very intrigued with that story! I found myself reading it several times. <BR/><BR/>Scarlet: Ouch. At least they're taking good care of the violin!?!?<BR/><BR/>Chook: Fantastic! - what you wrote. I could really hear the music. Describing audio experiences is very difficult, at least I don't know how I would do it, so I tend to avoid the situation.<BR/><BR/>Steve Will: I loved how the language and ideas flowed so beautifully. Don't tell me you didn't think this over a long time.<BR/><BR/>Talespin: Such a true story! Even Gustav Mahler's symphonies, as they premiered, were ripped to shreds by the critics of the time. I sometimes feel like writing a second ending for my stories, but I never do - I'm too lazy. I didn't think she'd survive the fall - I probably would have left it open.<BR/><BR/>Live@the GrouchoClub: Seems so real what you wrote! It has something. Completely round.<BR/><BR/>The Grocer: I thought of something vaguely similar to your story, but only vaguely. She was locked in the room and couldn't come out until she had mastered the instrument.<BR/><BR/>Lorena: Your story was fun to read! When I saw the picture I never really thought much about the pink sheets.<BR/><BR/>Cheesemeister: The orchestra always gets the girl. Your story got my imagination going too ;-)<BR/><BR/>Irene: Now I know what she's floating on! I was wondering what to have her play on the violin, square dancing music, bluegrass, etc. Why not Irish?<BR/><BR/>M.P. Wow! That's my favorite story that you've ever writen here, or a tie with one of your others that I remember. Really cool, and scary.<BR/><BR/>April: Your story captures the expression on her face. Fits perfectly.<BR/><BR/>Kevin: What a sad life for Fred. In a relationship you have to make some compromises if you want to sleep in the same bed.<BR/><BR/>Cooper: This is so much fun for me, too!<BR/><BR/>San: Thank you for the very nice words. That's so cool that you found me through Frances - I figured you were just one of the many new hits from google. Her blog is incredilbe isn't it? I've been by a few times, and I'll be by again. I'm going to find the German posts! You must be a linguistic genius to blog in so many languages!<BR/><BR/>Happy LOL: I love it when you make me blush! Your invitation sounds great! Yes! Let's.<BR/><BR/>Ming: It sounds like she made a wish she regrets!<BR/><BR/>DeLi: That poor girl. I'd give her a hug, if I knew where she was.<BR/><BR/>Sandy: That's what it is about the violin! It's the remnant/relic of a dream. Now I know.<BR/><BR/>Cirrus Spray: Poetic justice!<BR/><BR/>Mushroom: You're so wicked Mush! Do you know, they play classical music now in the train station where I live. To keep away people who don't like classical music.<BR/><BR/>-------<BR/>wow! I actually got through all the stories! Amazing! And now I have to post another photo...Indeterminacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-9308419423661200112007-07-28T15:32:00.000-04:002007-07-28T15:32:00.000-04:00Officer Brown: Tragedy.Officer Grey: Yeah, third...Officer Brown: Tragedy.<BR/><BR/>Officer Grey: Yeah, third one this week.<BR/><BR/>Officer Brown: What a way to go.<BR/><I>[starts tracing around body with special chalk that writes on bedsheets]</I><BR/><BR/>Officer Grey: Death by classical music. That's gotta be painful.The Mushroomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13466433750698090728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-63523009329296308982007-07-28T11:40:00.000-04:002007-07-28T11:40:00.000-04:00Girl beaten up by her vile-in. On the other hand i...Girl beaten up by her vile-in. On the other hand it had suffered; probably she's not ambidextrous.Cirrus Sprayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11446391874481676128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-58941351769072360882007-07-27T12:56:00.000-04:002007-07-27T12:56:00.000-04:00Sory indie i thought i would again post a poem on ...Sory indie i thought i would again post a poem on that.<BR/><BR/>tinkling stars<BR/>half cut moon<BR/>and on that<BR/>i do sit<BR/>And there he comes<BR/>a handsome prince<BR/>so enchanting<BR/>violin music<BR/>sudden disturbance<BR/>someone calling<BR/>my name<BR/>opened my eyes<BR/>to realise that<BR/>it was a <BR/>beautiful dream.<BR/>But he left<BR/>me his violin.Sandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05460916036979646112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-40448898158160734022007-07-27T09:06:00.000-04:002007-07-27T09:06:00.000-04:00after the fake smile and great acting in the recit...after the fake smile and great acting in the recital, Joy can now sigh with relief - and more than that..she can let go of the bursting salt in her eyes.<BR/><BR/>as she sank down to her pink bed, violin up above her head,she thought,her lovelife sucks...her music career will go one.<BR/><BR/>just this time, she said, the one and nly time ill cry..and ill never look backDeLihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15795530327579458125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-3357246499090494012007-07-26T12:33:00.000-04:002007-07-26T12:33:00.000-04:00i take it back! i take it back! i don't want to be...i take it back! i take it back! i don't want to be the next vanessa may! i just want toy be normal, can i stop practicing already..please..please...minghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05671237019764985930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-26176371658749135762007-07-26T06:10:00.000-04:002007-07-26T06:10:00.000-04:00Indie, (Sent this two days ago)Got it! Listening ...Indie, <BR/> (Sent this two days ago)<BR/><BR/>Got it! Listening to it as I write this. Good stuff, yeah yeah! Like it, uh-huh. Bravo to frenetic, kick off the dust story songs. Thanks! <BR/> <BR/>Your music secret is out of the bag - but not your wish, which is safe with me. <BR/><BR/>MadeleineMadeleinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18008823281304470014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-65515674063699641332007-07-25T22:24:00.000-04:002007-07-25T22:24:00.000-04:00Well not only are you brilliant Indie but you have...Well not only are you brilliant Indie but you have brilliant friends. Can we all get together in some manse dripping with crystals and fine waters and wines? :) I adore what you do and the things you inspire in people.C Merryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02889678088884100262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-73878493086845775222007-07-25T20:06:00.000-04:002007-07-25T20:06:00.000-04:00I love this blog, very nice idea (I mean the conce...I love this blog, very nice idea (I mean the concept photo->short stories).<BR/>Such a coincidence: I got to know of this space via Frances's "Regenerated Imagination", and the story I came up with when I first looked at the photo was just like her's! =]<BR/><BR/>cheers<BR/><BR/><BR/>PS: Visit my blog if you feel like, it's in English, Spanish, French and German, and it's brand new! Hope you like it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-26500811838912596602007-07-24T23:40:00.000-04:002007-07-24T23:40:00.000-04:00I am enjoying reading you new storyteller fans Ind...I am enjoying reading you new storyteller fans Inde.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-42282986472015910132007-07-24T21:22:00.000-04:002007-07-24T21:22:00.000-04:00(are you allowed to continue a previously posted s...(are you allowed to continue a previously posted story? Because I thought of a better ending upon returning today)<BR/><BR/>... Sighing despondently, she went to sit on her balcony railing. Looking down, she took her violin, proclaimed to the world this was her last time playing it, and began on a spontaneous work. It was a marvelous song, full of sorrow, and better than anything she had done before. She finished with a dramatic flourish, and looked down to see a crowd of people- applauding! Liz was amazed. So amazed, in fact, that she lost he grip on the railing leaning forward to look at them. As she sailed down she thought, "Isn't this nice, just when everything was going so well..." <BR/><BR/>But the crowd caught her, she was famous, and all was well. The end.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-85431197823322521562007-07-24T15:46:00.000-04:002007-07-24T15:46:00.000-04:00Wilma's need to share her new found love for inter...Wilma's need to share her new found love for interior design, by showing how different shades of red and pink colors found in the room complemented each other, still did not impress Fred. A violin, her striped shirt, and now his pillow covered in, what did she call it? <I>Mauve</I>?! No matter, it would years - millenia! before husbands might grasp the concept.<BR/><BR/>Fred never did. That's why he had a second bed in the room.Kevin Weckerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07759636530282958950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-10266287594986458042007-07-24T07:38:00.000-04:002007-07-24T07:38:00.000-04:00Hi Inde,Madeleine here. You sent me a link, you sa...Hi Inde,<BR/><BR/>Madeleine here. You sent me a link, you say. Where to please? - my ears are now salivating in expectation. <BR/><BR/>Awaiting your goodies.<BR/><BR/>Thanks,<BR/><BR/>MAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-46541767774475363292007-07-23T19:40:00.000-04:002007-07-23T19:40:00.000-04:00She was dreading her 3 times a week afterschool Vi...She was dreading her 3 times a week afterschool Violin lesson. She just hated studying the violin but her parents-being very very old school, said it's either the violin or the accordian. So reluctantly she chose the violin, but this last lesson was the straw that broke the camel's back. She was just bored out of her mind. As she fell over in exaspertion after this last lesson, she thought to herself, " I should have taken up the accordian".April's Placehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00744915499563036495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-31448854752325290892007-07-23T18:13:00.000-04:002007-07-23T18:13:00.000-04:00She was laying there with her eyes wide open! The ...She was laying there with her eyes wide open! The violin nearby was playing by itself and she was trying to understand how all that worked. <BR/>As the violin went on plaiyng, it became gradually much bigger but its melody got lower instead, almost into a whisper. <BR/>The gigantic violin grabbed her body, and made her disappear through the central hole under the strings. <BR/>She never returned to her former position as a human. <BR/>When the alarm-clock buzzed there was nothing else than a musical note on the bed sleeping near the violin.M.P.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05441140820177595493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-49915709527486362332007-07-23T15:46:00.000-04:002007-07-23T15:46:00.000-04:00Exhausted after a wild performance of Irish high s...Exhausted after a wild performance of Irish high stepping while playing her violin, Deirdre had fallen asleep as soon as she touched the bed. She woke feeling better, not yet realizing how close she had come to splintering her violin when she fell. She felt a cool breeze, and vaguely wondered if she was dreaming, because she seemed to be floating on a raft of raspberry sherbet.Irene Grummanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11885692112411530420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-2180471577137725312007-07-23T07:08:00.000-04:002007-07-23T07:08:00.000-04:00"Oh, Man, it's true what they say about musicians ..."Oh, Man, it's true what they say about musicians and partying!" Sammi muttered, the hangover pounding at her head like a sledge hammer. "I simply have got to stop going out with the orchestra to those wine bars after shows. I'm gonna end up burning out in my prime, Man!"Cie Cheesemeisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14871507564733240927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-4587637581893348162007-07-22T21:17:00.000-04:002007-07-22T21:17:00.000-04:00He said "You can take a nap on my bed. No one's h...He said "You can take a nap on my bed. No one's here and I'll be in the kitchen. Hope the room's not too messy."<BR/><BR/>I was so tired having stayed up late studying for my Humanities final and I didn't have time to go home before rehearsal would start in an hour and a half, so he volunteered to let me crash at his place. I didn't even bother to clear the stuff off his bed. And then I couldn't sleep. I tried, I really tried. I kept hearing a humming sound like some kind of a stringed instrument right near my head. And then I saw it. Wouldn't you know it? My gay friend has pink sheets and plays the violin. I just wish objects would stop trying to communicate with me.Lorena's Blogbilingüehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-22184737936662564132007-07-22T08:24:00.000-04:002007-07-22T08:24:00.000-04:00She was thrown roughly back onto the bed into the ...She was thrown roughly back onto the bed into the small room that had become her home for the past three months. Worn out she knew she'd survived another night, her playing had got her through.She pondered for a moment again about the crazy and terrifying events of the last three months. Kidnapped, fearing for her very life only to realise her fate was perhaps much worse, a lifetime playing to please the uber rich bastard that had had her kidnapped.<BR/>Her thoughts drifted to escape to freedom and to the home she loved, again as they did most nights now before she finally fell asleep, to draw breath before facing another day entertaining.Gonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17979621132151870323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-34400933422407530592007-07-22T01:43:00.000-04:002007-07-22T01:43:00.000-04:00Jane laid next to Brad in bed. Her eyes were open...Jane laid next to Brad in bed. Her eyes were open and she thought of him. When her eyes finally closed, she would dream of him. She couldn't sleep, for being nervous. They had a concert together tomorrow, their first in a long time. She shifted in bed, nuzzled her head against him like she always did. Just like he always did, when she touched him, he began to sing. Nothing made the two of them happier than moments like this. They were in love. But still, Jane was a virgin. Because that was a decision she had made. And, because Brad was a violin.Ben Latinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17153924853520516892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-68651590289783498732007-07-22T01:19:00.000-04:002007-07-22T01:19:00.000-04:00Doug: Groan!Doug: Groan!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-91943848776190228152007-07-21T23:34:00.000-04:002007-07-21T23:34:00.000-04:00"I know what Monet felt like," Liz said. She had j..."I know what Monet felt like," Liz said. She had just gone out onto the street and played the concerto she had been working on for years and years to the masses. But apparently the masses did not appreciate her art, her masterpiece, her life's devotion. Not a person had noticed. Throwing herself onto the bed, she heaved a great sigh and muttered, "Why didn't I just listen to Mom and become a florist? Because I said the violin was my calling... but what good is it if nobody appreciates it?"<BR/><BR/>(frances bo bancess- I LOVE your story)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com