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Be careful. She goes in spurts. When she's on, you can't hear anybody else.Of course, some of the gems make it worth it. Unfortch, it's mostly self-promo.
Glad to see she's beginning to make sense. She used to be undecipherable.
I don't think the planet or the Universe gives a flip.
Wives everywhere should be on the lookout for women who would say "I love you" to everyone. It usually means they want to break up your husband's band. Or they want to sleaze it with your husband at a honky tonk in downtown Reading while you are on a very important book tour in California. You just can't be too careful.
Just finished "Can't Buy Me Love" a book by Jonathan Gould on the Beatles rise and fall - very solid book btw. He does a nice job documenting Yoko pre-Beatles without spending too much time on her.She's never been anything but a shameless self-promoter and a talentless hack. I have no idea what Lennon saw in her.
When you say 'I love you', you are not just saying it to that person. You are saying 'I love you' to yourself, the planet & the Universe.Mrs. Bissage bought an embroidered throw pillow with those exact same words but one of the cats has pretty much claimed it as his own property.
The planet and the Universe just aren't that into you.
Yoko puts the "twit" in twitter.
I have a brother who always says "So, there he was, with a loaded revolver, two people walkin' away, and he shoots Lennon? WTF?"Me, I would never repeat such a statement...
I hate Joko Ono ;)
BobNow let's be fair. maybe he just loved her and put up with the rest because of love.you sort of like how Paul mccartney put linda in wings with him although she couldn't hold a tune to save her life. we might not enjoy it when romance harms music, but who really can't understand the motivation?
I'm following Yoko Ono on Twitter.AND WHY?
..we might not enjoy it when romance harms music, but who really can't understand the motivation?The the consummation of romance can never live up to the romance in the music.
My mother said that whenever anybody cries they're crying for themselves. I don't know if this is true or not but it sticks in my mind because it was one of the rare moments when my mother made a statement about "life."
What if you say I hate you? Specifically, what if you say it to Yoko Ono? To whom are you saying it?
I'm following Yoko Ono on Twitter. That's got to be the saddest thing I've ever read on this blog.
Yoko is one of those I-know-the-secret-of-the-universe-and-you-don't types. As such she is looking to be killed. Just sayin' as you know who says.
Yeah, I'm still glad I'm not Twittering. So, so glad.*I hear she has an excellent relationship with her stepson, Julian Lennon, who I used to think was a cutie when I was in highschool and he had that hit record. Or, maybe it's the opposite of excellent, I can't remember. Still, he was such a cutie, 80s style.
"My mother said that whenever anybody cries they're crying for themselves. I don't know if this is true or not but it sticks in my mind because it was one of the rare moments when my mother made a statement about "life." "Once when I was about 6 years old and crying about something that happened to me (can't remember what), I got myself into the frame of mind where I believed I was crying for all the sorrows of all the people of the world and that as such I ought to keep crying for the rest of my life. Later, I stopped crying. And not all that much later, I realized I was wrong on so many levels. Nevertheless, at least one rational adult has told me (in recent years) that I was, in fact, right. It was not Yoko Ono, but perhaps Yoko would have said that, if she'd heard my tale of woe.
Yoko Ono is a twit. Twitter is stupid.Follow ME!!!! No No FOLLOW ME!!! Seems like a bunch of ADD affected lemmings running from one place ot another.Follow me!! As if anyone is that interesting to follow. I like blogs where people can exchange ideas and discuss topics in the comment section.
Nevertheless, at least one rational adult has told me (in recent years) that I was, in fact, right.Make it at least two adults.Can't vouch for the "rational" part.
I can love someone without loving myself, the planet, or the universe.It would be very strange, then, if I could not say 'I love you' to someone without saying it to all those other beings.There's not much decent philosophy that can be tweeted. Maybe a few Socratic or Cartesian one-liners. But Yoko Ono? Come on.
Twitter? Is that still around?"I'm following Yoko Ono on Twitter. That's got to be the saddest thing I've ever read on this blog."Better than following Yoko Ono off a cliff.
Here's a typical evening at Yoko Ono's, from "The Andy Warhol Diaries":Wednesday, September 3, 1986"...Then got into the limo and went back to Yoko's and she had store-bought food, it was like the way we entertain at the office. Sean [Lennon] talked to us, he was being friendly, but he was bored... and I said, "Well, Sean, if you're bored, why don't you learn how to read the phone book. I mean, do you know the last person in the phone book? Do you know the first person?" So then we started looking and he called information and asked them for the number of AAAAAAAA Bar and they would say, "The AAAAAAAA Bar? Yes, sir." And then we called and asked for Richard M. Nixon's number and they said, "Wait a minute," and then there was a click like they were tracing us and Sean got scared and hung up, and then I scared him by telling him that it wasn't really hung up, even when you hang it up. And then Sam— Yoko's Sam [Havadtoy]— called the White House and a recording said if you wanted to talk to President Reagan to call back between 1:00 and 5:00 in the afternoon. And then we dialed F-U-C-K-Y-O-U and L-O-V-E-Y-O-U to see what happened, so we had so much fun."So when Andy Warhol and Sean Lennon and the gang were dialing F-U-C-K-Y-O-U and L-O-V-E-Y-O-U, were they dialing F-U-C-K-Y-O-U and L-O-V-E-Y-O-U to themselves, the planet and the universe?
Lets see. The last person in my phone book is Zwiti R.With a name like that I dont think he/she needs anybody to tell him/her.
When I say "I love you," I'm only saying it to the person I love.
and what else..Shawn White was born that day Sept 3, 1986.A random event at a random planet in a random universe.
Aaron wins this thread!However, let's not forget this either:A man said to the universe:"Sir, I exist!"However," replied the universe,"The fact has not created in me"A sense of obligation." -Stephen Crane
This is what I read:"When you say 'I love you', you are not just saying it to that person. You are saying 'I love you' to yourself, the planet & the Universe."This is the sound I heard:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zw8nzm1zPKA
As long as we're not forgetting stuff, here's something else to not forget.
Haha. 48,000 followers. Only in your dreams, Annie.
Why can't the old hippies just go away and let the real growns up run the country for a while ...
"Why can't the old hippies just go away and let the real growns up run the country for a while ..."Given the probably quality of US health care after Obama finishes fucking that industry up, the old hippies might "go away" a lot faster than they would otherwise.
Better to burn out than to fade away. Party while you can, old hippies.
Continuing from the Andy Warhol Diaries:"Later that evening, I taught Sean the "You have Prince Edward in a Can?" phone joke, and calling up all these random store numbers. We had so much fun."
Don't cry for me Annetina.
The worst thing that can happen to youngsters is to give them great wealth. Yoko and John are a good example. In the old drug days, it was a mind killer and still is a mind killer.
"I got myself into the frame of mind where I believed I was crying for all the sorrows of all the people of the world and that as such I ought to keep crying for the rest of my life."Immediately reminded me of the lyrics from a Gentle Giant song:"Hope, I've hoped two thousand years,butno one hears, so I've cried, cryingvain tears.Always too late, too late to cry, cryfor everyone."Crying is a strange thing for me. I do it very seldom, I think because when I was a teen I convinced myself (for some sick reason that was at least partly due to typical minor familial dysfunctions) that I wouldn't give the world the satisfaction of reducing me to tears. The upside is that when I am reduced to tears (happy or sad) now, while still very seldom, it is an almost orgasmic experience. I suspect that if tears came easier to me that they would do a lot less for me.And that Yoko Ono is one odd bird.
"In the old drug days, it was a mind killer and still is a mind killer."After thirty, LIVING kills those brain cells.
Crimso, I never knew there was a band named Gentle Giant. A lifetime ago, I knew someone from chat whose nickname was Gentle Giant, and I immediately felt a sense of calm when he came into the room. I loved, and continue to love the sound of those words together, and the dichotomous visual image that I have since associated with Shrek.
@Penny, so they say. But is it true?I am twice 30 and can tell you that the mental peak can manifest at 40 and beyond. Good news for the future?Truly, the power of the mind lies in the belief and not in the age of it's being.
I am all for the power of the mind too, but I am quoting what a neurologist told me.
"Crimso, I never knew there was a band named Gentle Giant."Do a Youtube search for some of their old concert footage. I would recommend "Funny Ways" or "On Reflection" to give you a feel for what they were about. You'll probably either love them or hate them.
Wow, Sir Archy only has 12 followers? Guess he should have taken my advice early-on when I told him to drop the brogue. I guess that high-English schtick doesn't go very far outside the Althouse bubble.http://twitter.com/maxinesplace
What a load of hippy-dippy pap-schmeared crap.
I can see from your profile, Methadras, that you have never been a hippie, nor "pap-schmeared".Let me take a wild-hared guess here. You've never been an empathic either?
"Penny said... I can see from your profile, Methadras, that you have never been a hippie, nor "pap-schmeared". Let me take a wild-hared guess here. You've never been an empathic either?"Automaton ready to serve. I am a hippy and pap-schmeared free zone.
I loathe the vapid nearly context-free world of twitter.But it occurs to that that statements like this one are literally what the medium was designed for.Kind of like bumper stickers without the bumpers.
Twitter will become nothing more than a sloganeering site. Oh wait.
How d'you know it's really her?
Amba - Because 95% of her posts are self-promotion.
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