So don’t bother asking for clarification, please.
Are you ready for the fall?
Sixteen days ago, my answer would have been “yes”. That answer changed 15 days ago.
Been there, done that. Getting ready for winter now.
Why did it change?
I’m never ready for any fall, so I try to avoid tripping.
I thought there were no clarifications on this thread…?
Just no clarification on the original question.
It was phrased as ‘the fall’. So we can Rorschach it any way we want.
How about Pound’s:
‘Winter is icummen in, Lhude sing Goddamm.
Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wind doth ramm! Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, An ague hath my ham. Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm. Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm, So 'gainst the winter’s balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm. Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.’
Ooh, my hair piece!
I’m ready, I’m ready.
Was not ready. Skinned my knee, and I think I bruised a rib.
Another avenue. All those boring syrupy hymns on harps?
I tried to show them the blues, but they just didn’t get it. I had to leave and go to where the real musicians are…. (attributed to Robert Johnson…)
Ok, here’s a small clarification.
I had been training for several months in which I was supposed to take a fairly high fall (about 6 feet), landing on a thinly padded floor, flat on my back. Every time I practiced it, the fall went without a hitch. On October 19, the day of the actual event, I took the fall, and it winded me so much I struggled to stand afterward. I think I know what Marvis Frazier felt when he was knocked out with a body blow by Mike Tyson. The only real damage was to my pride.
Yeah, there are tons of answers…so what is your answer?
The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood, and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown… the whores and politicians will look up and shout ‘save us!’ and I’ll look down and whisper “no”.
Well, what are you waiting for? Do it!
Those were-Rorschach-type answers, not questions. Alex Trebek would not approve.
I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours. There is, of course, no ‘answer’.
If there was an afterlife (for which I think there is no evidence whatsoever), I would like to be a musician and scientist exploring an infinite universe of discovery and creativity, with bright, pleasant and enthusiastic collaborators. Not, probably, a ‘heaven’ in which all is already known… that would spoil the fun.
My answer is that I have a number of skills that could come in handy if this country falls and I can’t get out in time, including diapering, babysitting, cleaning, working long and/or weird hours, and a willingness to adapt.
And btw, there are many answers to the question.
, Yes .