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		<title>By: Carl the Viking</title>
		<link>http://www.ewav.com/2005/11/13/sartre-was-on-to-something/#comment-125</link>
		<dc:creator>Carl the Viking</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2005 05:16:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Scott- the good Lord put petty, vapid folks on this Earth for our entertainment, and it would be a minor transgression to let opportunities such as this pass you by. Granted, as I am reading this entry late, any retributive action on your part now might be esprit de' lescalier, but perhaps an exercise for next time.
     First, a carefully articulated letter of apology ie"Dear neighbor- I am sorry about intruding upon the pristine sanctity of your patch of dirt, as well as the precious time you had to take out of your life to yell at me for doing what was always acceptable before. In the future, i will avoid soiling your dirt with my tires.  -Scott"
Park on the street as agreed. Then incessantly cut across their lot with your mountain bike when going to and fro, and treat yourself to a couple of unnecessary skids. 
Never underestimate the personal satisfaction that can be gained from belittling the ignorant or engaging in surrepticious, passive-aggressive retribution.
This communtiy service message courtesy of C the V</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Scott- the good Lord put petty, vapid folks on this Earth for our entertainment, and it would be a minor transgression to let opportunities such as this pass you by. Granted, as I am reading this entry late, any retributive action on your part now might be esprit de&#8217; lescalier, but perhaps an exercise for next time.<br />
     First, a carefully articulated letter of apology ie&#8221;Dear neighbor- I am sorry about intruding upon the pristine sanctity of your patch of dirt, as well as the precious time you had to take out of your life to yell at me for doing what was always acceptable before. In the future, i will avoid soiling your dirt with my tires.  -Scott&#8221;<br />
Park on the street as agreed. Then incessantly cut across their lot with your mountain bike when going to and fro, and treat yourself to a couple of unnecessary skids.<br />
Never underestimate the personal satisfaction that can be gained from belittling the ignorant or engaging in surrepticious, passive-aggressive retribution.<br />
This communtiy service message courtesy of C the V</p>
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		<title>By: Scott Christensen</title>
		<link>http://www.ewav.com/2005/11/13/sartre-was-on-to-something/#comment-114</link>
		<dc:creator>Scott Christensen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2005 02:30:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>LJ makes some good cogent points.

Although it was said,

&#62;he was hating his own dear wife for acting that way toward poor innocent you he 
&#62;was mindful that if he didn’t participate in her rage he would never get any again 
&#62;as long as he lives, because you see,(while you can’t see) that she is also his
&#62;heaven.

Maybe that is true. Although what I suspect is that he just got stuck and doesn't want to deal with the change. Thirty or so years is a long time and people don't really know what that moment means. Love and passion is too clouding to make sane decisions.

We were talking about this at work today. A co-worker has a brother-in-law who is constantly being mislead pushed by his wife. That guy's joke, that's not so much a joke, is that's he "going to go out for cigarettes" and just never come back.

He'll move on eventually and everyone knows that. Or he'll go insane from not having the courage to accept the necessary change that was not faced.

Most people just don't like change. I'm not a big fan and that's why the broken relationship was so hard on me when it finally became obvious.

And LJ also said:

&#62;Now you have a clue what it’s like to be a woman. You think you’re 
&#62;stuck, but you’re leaps and bounds above most mere men.

Maybe that's some women just like some men ponder the internal state more than the average monk. But most women don't, just like most men don't think about themselves. This, I believe, is propaganda feminist culture has tossed out into the world, and since most people never contemplate their lives, it stuck. It was a kind of power game to convince men they were inferior when, it turns out, everyone was inferior.

In fact, I might go so far as to claim that men are MUCH more likely to ponder their internal state because I've met a whole lot more men who've done that than I've ever met women who'd ever begin to admit that they might be wrong about anything at all much less really question their internal processes.

Men are the nature built scout ants of the world and their job is to explore everything.

Now, it could be that I've just had a lot of bad luck. I will admit that it could just be a simple statistical anomaly. Maybe I'm as crazy as everyone else. But I still think a good evolutionary psychology case could be made.

Thanks for the comment though. Silliness is preferred and that's what I spent all day doing today, improvising a series of songs about coworkers turning one's name into a techno-dance track.

Yep. Silliness is better than actual life thoughts. They cause too much craziness making one want to go get some cigarettes.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>LJ makes some good cogent points.</p>
<p>Although it was said,</p>
<p>&gt;he was hating his own dear wife for acting that way toward poor innocent you he<br />
&gt;was mindful that if he didn’t participate in her rage he would never get any again<br />
&gt;as long as he lives, because you see,(while you can’t see) that she is also his<br />
&gt;heaven.</p>
<p>Maybe that is true. Although what I suspect is that he just got stuck and doesn&#8217;t want to deal with the change. Thirty or so years is a long time and people don&#8217;t really know what that moment means. Love and passion is too clouding to make sane decisions.</p>
<p>We were talking about this at work today. A co-worker has a brother-in-law who is constantly being mislead pushed by his wife. That guy&#8217;s joke, that&#8217;s not so much a joke, is that&#8217;s he &#8220;going to go out for cigarettes&#8221; and just never come back.</p>
<p>He&#8217;ll move on eventually and everyone knows that. Or he&#8217;ll go insane from not having the courage to accept the necessary change that was not faced.</p>
<p>Most people just don&#8217;t like change. I&#8217;m not a big fan and that&#8217;s why the broken relationship was so hard on me when it finally became obvious.</p>
<p>And LJ also said:</p>
<p>&gt;Now you have a clue what it’s like to be a woman. You think you’re<br />
&gt;stuck, but you’re leaps and bounds above most mere men.</p>
<p>Maybe that&#8217;s some women just like some men ponder the internal state more than the average monk. But most women don&#8217;t, just like most men don&#8217;t think about themselves. This, I believe, is propaganda feminist culture has tossed out into the world, and since most people never contemplate their lives, it stuck. It was a kind of power game to convince men they were inferior when, it turns out, everyone was inferior.</p>
<p>In fact, I might go so far as to claim that men are MUCH more likely to ponder their internal state because I&#8217;ve met a whole lot more men who&#8217;ve done that than I&#8217;ve ever met women who&#8217;d ever begin to admit that they might be wrong about anything at all much less really question their internal processes.</p>
<p>Men are the nature built scout ants of the world and their job is to explore everything.</p>
<p>Now, it could be that I&#8217;ve just had a lot of bad luck. I will admit that it could just be a simple statistical anomaly. Maybe I&#8217;m as crazy as everyone else. But I still think a good evolutionary psychology case could be made.</p>
<p>Thanks for the comment though. Silliness is preferred and that&#8217;s what I spent all day doing today, improvising a series of songs about coworkers turning one&#8217;s name into a techno-dance track.</p>
<p>Yep. Silliness is better than actual life thoughts. They cause too much craziness making one want to go get some cigarettes.</p>
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		<title>By: Tree</title>
		<link>http://www.ewav.com/2005/11/13/sartre-was-on-to-something/#comment-112</link>
		<dc:creator>Tree</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2005 05:50:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You said "I’d guess it was in the 70-80% range. Maybe higher if you’re a social person." I think it's higher if you're not a social person, given that one of the reasons you may not be so social is precisely because people cause so many problems. So although the sheer number may be lower, the percentage may be higher.

I suppose that is only if your non-social life is relatively stress-free, which it doesn't necessarily have to be. So I may not have a point.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You said &#8220;I’d guess it was in the 70-80% range. Maybe higher if you’re a social person.&#8221; I think it&#8217;s higher if you&#8217;re not a social person, given that one of the reasons you may not be so social is precisely because people cause so many problems. So although the sheer number may be lower, the percentage may be higher.</p>
<p>I suppose that is only if your non-social life is relatively stress-free, which it doesn&#8217;t necessarily have to be. So I may not have a point.</p>
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		<title>By: LJ</title>
		<link>http://www.ewav.com/2005/11/13/sartre-was-on-to-something/#comment-110</link>
		<dc:creator>LJ</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2005 21:58:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Let's say Sarte was half right.  All those people of Hell are also our Heaven.  Not necessarily the same ones, mind you.  But sometimes.  Like that poor little man bossed around by that big, bad wife.  He was looking to you to understand that even as he was hating his own dear wife for acting that way toward poor innocent you he was mindful that if he didn't participate in her rage he would never get any again as long as he lives, because you see,(while you can't see) that she is also his heaven.  Like your beloved "moved on one", who doesn't seem to have fully done that if she's still emailing you,as you see, or not, you are also HER hell, and formerly heaven, as she is yours.  That's why he asked if you were married. You'd know.  And it probably wasn't about the damn dirt anyway.  Really.  Life flows,yes.  It also ebbs.  People suck,yes.  And blow...Mostly I think humans are OK.  It just takes some understanding and enlightenment to realise you are one of Them and if you weren't doing all this internal demolition there would just be so much old and in the way shit to build upon.  You'd be just a fat health care worker.  Except for being skinny.  Maybe you're fat inside.  OK, now the medication is kicking in and I'm just being silly.  Maybe you should try silly for a while.  When your sides quit hurting from so much laughter, you'll be OK.  And you let them ruin your buzz. tsk...tsk...tsk.   But you gotta love a guy who does this to himself.  Now you have a clue what it's like to be a woman.  You think you're stuck, but you're leaps and bounds above most mere men.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Let&#8217;s say Sarte was half right.  All those people of Hell are also our Heaven.  Not necessarily the same ones, mind you.  But sometimes.  Like that poor little man bossed around by that big, bad wife.  He was looking to you to understand that even as he was hating his own dear wife for acting that way toward poor innocent you he was mindful that if he didn&#8217;t participate in her rage he would never get any again as long as he lives, because you see,(while you can&#8217;t see) that she is also his heaven.  Like your beloved &#8220;moved on one&#8221;, who doesn&#8217;t seem to have fully done that if she&#8217;s still emailing you,as you see, or not, you are also HER hell, and formerly heaven, as she is yours.  That&#8217;s why he asked if you were married. You&#8217;d know.  And it probably wasn&#8217;t about the damn dirt anyway.  Really.  Life flows,yes.  It also ebbs.  People suck,yes.  And blow&#8230;Mostly I think humans are OK.  It just takes some understanding and enlightenment to realise you are one of Them and if you weren&#8217;t doing all this internal demolition there would just be so much old and in the way shit to build upon.  You&#8217;d be just a fat health care worker.  Except for being skinny.  Maybe you&#8217;re fat inside.  OK, now the medication is kicking in and I&#8217;m just being silly.  Maybe you should try silly for a while.  When your sides quit hurting from so much laughter, you&#8217;ll be OK.  And you let them ruin your buzz. tsk&#8230;tsk&#8230;tsk.   But you gotta love a guy who does this to himself.  Now you have a clue what it&#8217;s like to be a woman.  You think you&#8217;re stuck, but you&#8217;re leaps and bounds above most mere men.</p>
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