o do i love this blog :)
you know this is the best escape from Hume's fork (which i am beginning to stronly associate with the Devil's...) well three down, two do go...what the hell.
so Mr. Blog!!! ha ha!! I'm sorry our secret is out- my knee cannot retain its wisdom (seriously i am going to check it out one day...i swear. ) YUMMM as if i just saw you at the wig lady!! Mama Mia i thought i needed to get my eyes checked!! 48 hours dear tick tock tick tock.... Shternie thanks for checking us out- ;) it would be lovely to see you when you come to the states (though i maybe drinkin guiness in Dublin by then :) ) and Rishe your blog is on my list tonight...
so down to business- Abelard was a Christian theologan but actually more of a Medieval philosopher, because the Church was the only way one could persue an academic career he was forced to enter the monestary. Story has it that he was in love with a woman named Eloisa. Now this fair maiden was quite the brilliant one herself. Anyway, love happened. She refused to marry him because she did wanted him to continue making advances in his studies. She became pregnant. Her uncle forced them to marry. Their child's name was Astrolabe (how's that for Bohemian???). The church refused to admit him in the study halls because he was a married man. Here's the tragic part. They separated, he was castrated and she joined his monestary as an abess. Read the poem- it's a letter from Eloisa to Abelard. Pope's tight anti-thetical clauses capture her warring emotions and as she tries to spiritualize their love and devote her self to worship- she is overwhelmed by memory... after Pope wrote it they became celebrities people would go and visit their graves in France (as I hope too) okay okay just read it, not so much romantic or erotic as it is tragicly beautiful. k, enough on that.
here's a shout-out there's a gig on Sunday nite at Tommy's Tavern in Greenpoint- @ 9pm should be fun...Peretz thanks for the email- you going? sorry the brain is not coherent today...all i know is that its cold outside and the sky's about to burst with a rain storm (my mom posts the weather on my door...) :) i'm late for piano gotta fly.
so Mr. Blog!!! ha ha!! I'm sorry our secret is out- my knee cannot retain its wisdom (seriously i am going to check it out one day...i swear. ) YUMMM as if i just saw you at the wig lady!! Mama Mia i thought i needed to get my eyes checked!! 48 hours dear tick tock tick tock.... Shternie thanks for checking us out- ;) it would be lovely to see you when you come to the states (though i maybe drinkin guiness in Dublin by then :) ) and Rishe your blog is on my list tonight...
so down to business- Abelard was a Christian theologan but actually more of a Medieval philosopher, because the Church was the only way one could persue an academic career he was forced to enter the monestary. Story has it that he was in love with a woman named Eloisa. Now this fair maiden was quite the brilliant one herself. Anyway, love happened. She refused to marry him because she did wanted him to continue making advances in his studies. She became pregnant. Her uncle forced them to marry. Their child's name was Astrolabe (how's that for Bohemian???). The church refused to admit him in the study halls because he was a married man. Here's the tragic part. They separated, he was castrated and she joined his monestary as an abess. Read the poem- it's a letter from Eloisa to Abelard. Pope's tight anti-thetical clauses capture her warring emotions and as she tries to spiritualize their love and devote her self to worship- she is overwhelmed by memory... after Pope wrote it they became celebrities people would go and visit their graves in France (as I hope too) okay okay just read it, not so much romantic or erotic as it is tragicly beautiful. k, enough on that.
here's a shout-out there's a gig on Sunday nite at Tommy's Tavern in Greenpoint- @ 9pm should be fun...Peretz thanks for the email- you going? sorry the brain is not coherent today...all i know is that its cold outside and the sky's about to burst with a rain storm (my mom posts the weather on my door...) :) i'm late for piano gotta fly.
posted by HindiK at 5:18 PM
19 Comments:
yes i now remember where i read about abelard. a book called constantines sword. its non-fiction so would probably not interest you:)
well actually i read just about anything...from medical journals to the Cheerios box. Being that i'll have some free time on my hands i will check it out. by the by do i know you Ms/Mr/Dr/Miss/Sir/Madame Anonymous??
hin... if you bump into my very responsible sister, get on her case to give you my pkg.. just a little hello from HK. what a wonder to be back on a continent of english speakers (your blog was a welcome brease when surrounded by chattering chinese. as for a little non-fiction, ever read angels and demons? tty
HINDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hi. (;
I would like to take issue with your words, if I may quote, "Anyways, love happened." What are you implying in this volatile insidious choice of lexicon? Do you attempt to derail or support the popular image of love? Who's school of thought do you follow in your scornful assumption of PERSONAL FEELINGS?!
haha, just kidding.
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yeah hindy you kinda know me:) next time i see you ill tell you ok?
ur chair works perfect for the wigs, i have each one perked at its corners.
twas lovely seeeing u today!!! Peretz will be in san fran, and not attending the tavern deal in greenpoint.
good luck on the rest of ur finals.
love
Yum
I'm glad to see someone among my acquaintances is remotely studious, everyone else seems to be quite content getting their lectures online and writing uni assignments three hours before they're due... myself included, when its only the APPLICATION that is due next week!! Nice story hun. I forget how knowledgeable you are my dear. I need storytime. Call me after finals, bevakasha?? We need a catchup. xxx
i kinda like the frankness of that phrase....love happened. i guess love just does sort of happen. would you prefer something a bit more romantic?? okay lightning bolts flared...roses bloomed...twilight fell and love happened. :)
i tried dear.
hin
and yes i read Angeles and Demons i even own it.
where's my Da Vinci Code
i am still looking for it...
ha ha love happens? thats actually a romanticised description. love's a decision dear.
w00t!
I hope you're a girl; now we can get married. But you're not, so scratch that. Cuz the rest of them (you?) have never agreed with me thus far. I mean, look at the Clintons! I respect your little one man (woman?) quest to convince the world of this profound and necessary truth. It'll make the shidduch scene so much easier to stomach.
Good luck, valiant knight (priss maiden?).
i am sorry valiant knight
[nice that your butt founds its way on my blog] (much as my romantic spirit is flattered [and strictly off the record i like med. length hair on guys]) alas i must break your heart...no clinton marriage for me. In fact I am afraid i am off the market. As i and my long time girlfriend- an ANne Oakley from Dallas have decided to make the commitment and raise a flock of ducks this summer...and after that get married in Starbux in Ashland Oregan....i hope you find someone soon...and nehama is spreading rumours that you cut off your pony
username anonymous should be banned for i can never figure out which anonymous said what
Why not post anonymously and make this all the more confusing.
Hinda Leah, how are the plans for the summer going? Well i hope you and your friend rose come back innocent and untouched. dont let things get out of hand...
i assure Mr. ANonymous (because i can only assume a man would have the arrogance to say such a thing) women, unlike men, can control themselves...and not all pleasure is strictly phsyical.
hmph!!!
Queen Bloggess
what on g-ds earth has led you to believe that men cannot control themseles while women can? check ur facts with the talmud dearie:)
well somehow it is forefront on men's minds...biologically too i am afraid. You say Talmud i am telling you in Code of the Jewish Law a man can't smell a woman's perfume- he can't smell her hair- now [i may be wrong here but] why doesn't it say that a woman can't sniff colonge?? why are the laws so one-sidedly stricter??
In addition to which almost every guy who knows about my trip has broached the subject indirectly...like you're running to europe to be 'liberated' from sexual constraints. I do not appreciate that. Not that this is any of anyone's business but its not quite like that. I am not saying all guys are raging hormones [although yes, some [women too] truly are] and i am not saying women are pieces of molded clay... we're all human its very easy to mistake hormones for other emotions. Still, yes, i believe that women are slightly more controlling in that way for a variety of reasons, it doesn't quite drive them the same way. Not Care to elaborate on your response?
hmmm, i would love to be all feminist and all, but im not too sure that women can control themselves much, maybe they make excuses so it looks as if it isnt their hormones but its all the same...i dunno maybe im too fruedian whtvr. peace out.
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