Okay, so I've made it, one more year. And what transpired was extreme hilarity, at least in my opinion, if not Dr. Gyno's. Allow me to recreate the experience for you, gentle readers.
I walked into the unobtrusive brick and stucco building and it was like falling down the hole in Alice and Wonderland to some alternate universe. The entire office was decorated with crystal chandeliers and sumptuous furniture. Then, instead of the quiet adult contemporary music playing in the background, there was some rather loud and garish Latin music. Very surreal.
When Dr. Gyno entered the room and introduced himself, he asked how I had found his office. "Mapquest.â€
Found at: http://space-kitten.org/moonwings/showt ... hp?t=10281A feverish night over comes us
Plunging into bottles
Beauty's bar has been lowered
By a six pack of ale
Laughs explode from our bellies
Belching out a song of drunken mastery
Reddened faces spell a story
Glazed over eyed comradery
Enjoying the night we won't remember
Spilling honesty like wine
Moving unseen boundaries happily
Exposing benefits to disconnected friendships
Watching the night inch away
Using toilets as pillows
A cool surface to cool the nerves
Losing composure modestly
Eyelids yield to an unwelcome sun
Headaches giving evidence unclearly
An unquenchable thirst moves me
Unaware of last night's intoxicated foxtrot
In today's encore excerpt, psychotherapist Deborah Luepnitz introduces her book by recounting and amplifying on Schopenhauer's famous fable and metaphor of the porcupines:
"I [mention] Arthur Schopenhauer's well-known fable, a story Freud liked enough to cite in his book on group psychology [and] I paraphrase the fable as follows:
" 'A troop of porcupines is milling about on a cold winter's day. In order to keep from freezing, the animals move closer together. Just as they are close enough to huddle, however, they start to poke each other with their quills. In order to stop the pain, they spread out, lose the advantage of commingling, and begin to shiver. This sends them back in search of each other, and the cycle repeats as they struggle to find a comfortable distance between entanglement and freezing.'
"The story spoke to Freud as a lesson about boundaries. ("No one can tolerate a too intimate approach to his neighbor.") It also spoke to his belief that love is everywhere a thorny affair. Freud wrote: 'The evidence ... shows that almost every intimate emotional relation between two people which lasts for some time--marriage, friendship, the relations between parents and children--contains a sediment of feelings of aversion and hostility, which only escapes perception as a result of repression' ...
"All relationships ... require us to contain contradictory feelings for the same person. As the poet Molly Peacock observed: "There must be room in love for hate."
Deborah Anna Luepnitz, Schopenhauer's Porcupines, Basic Books, 2002, pp. 2-3.
Breisinga-men
Do you understand the lure of the forbidden?
It was a dark hangar and I knew that I did not belong there. I could not restrain myself.
The ship was beautiful, shiny and gold. I knew the instant I saw it that I must posses it, no matter the cost. I approached the four craftsmen softly hoping to drive a shrewd bargain, but they saw the hunger in my eyes.
I asked what they would accept as payment for the craft. One of them approached and touched me on the cheek. "There is only one thing we desire."
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