What is in your cup?

[Stitchawl]

Originally Posted by maianhvk

Because it rhymes with good night and wake bright?
(2 mins later)
I looked it up. "Sleep tight" = "sleep soundly".

Yes, that is what it 'means,' but why the word 'tight?' Keep looking... it's an interesting answer!

Originally Posted by aceflor

Which is why you remember her so well, and don't want to see her. Your very own Jessica Rabbit....

Oh, but I DO want to see her again! That was almost 45 years ago. I certainly don't hold a grudge. I'd love to see her once more, ask about her life, ask if she ever had a daughter and named her 'Stacy' as she use to talk about. Besides, if she hadn't broken up with me I might still be somewhere in 'the old neighborhood' instead of having seen so much of the world. I'm actually pretty thankful! In fact, I did find her in Facebook, but she refused to 'friend' me.

I think one can love two persons at the same time

There are certainly enough bigamists who say so. And though there are many cultures and some religions that say multiple spouses are OK, I have a feeling that those 'rules' sprang from higher infant mortality rates rather than from love.

When I first thought I was 'in love,' I looked in the dictionary to find out just what 'love' was. Didn't help at all. So I asked my mother to give me a definition. She gave it her best shot. I still didn't understand. So I asked my father to give me a definition... No luck there either.

That too was 45 years ago. I'm no closer to an answer that I can verbalize. But I do think that although it's wonderful to have someone love you, it's even better when you love someone else. Of course, the best is obvious.


Stitchawl

[aceflor]

Originally Posted by Stitchawl

When I first thought I was 'in love,' I looked in the dictionary to find out just what 'love' was. Didn't help at all. So I asked my mother to give me a definition. She gave it her best shot. I still didn't understand. So I asked my father to give me a definition... No luck there either.

That too was 45 years ago. I'm no closer to an answer that I can verbalize. But I do think that although it's wonderful to have someone love you, it's even better when you love someone else. Of course, the best is obvious.


Stitchawl

I realized I expressed myself very clumsily this morning, and sounded like a moralist, which I am not. at all. (except for kids, animals, and non consensual, I think everything is fine, yes beppe, you are good with fruits and veggies ).

I believe that a person cannot belong to another. This being my guideline, everything is pretty clear afterwards. FOR MYSELF, I think loving two persons at the same time can happen, but I would not have a relationship with both, and friendship can already be too much. I committed myself to my husband, and FOR ME (again), that is a pretty clear statement. I would be in deep s... if I were to find out one day that I did not love him anymore, so I've kept my fingers crossed those last 20 years, and it seems to work .

For everyone reading this thread : feel free to do as you wish and feel, love is very complicated, I have not yet found exactly how it works.

[Stitchawl]

Originally Posted by aceflor

I realized I expressed myself very clumsily this morning, and sounded like a moralist, which I am not. at all.

Don't worry. We won't think you are moral...

I'm not really sure about me. There are those who say I have the morals of an alley cat. But then, there are just as many who say I don't have the morals of an alley cat! I just don't know who to believe!

I think it's time for a glass of Bombay Sapphire and a good book!


Stitchawl

[beppe]

Originally Posted by Stitchawl

Yes, that is what it 'means,' but why the word 'tight?' Keep looking... it's an interesting answer!



Oh, but I DO want to see her again! That was almost 45 years ago. I certainly don't hold a grudge. I'd love to see her once more, ask about her life, ask if she ever had a daughter and named her 'Stacy' as she use to talk about. Besides, if she hadn't broken up with me I might still be somewhere in 'the old neighborhood' instead of having seen so much of the world. I'm actually pretty thankful! In fact, I did find her in Facebook, but she refused to 'friend' me.



There are certainly enough bigamists who say so. And though there are many cultures and some religions that say multiple spouses are OK, I have a feeling that those 'rules' sprang from higher infant mortality rates rather than from love.

When I first thought I was 'in love,' I looked in the dictionary to find out just what 'love' was. Didn't help at all. So I asked my mother to give me a definition. She gave it her best shot. I still didn't understand. So I asked my father to give me a definition... No luck there either.

That too was 45 years ago. I'm no closer to an answer that I can verbalize. But I do think that although it's wonderful to have someone love you, it's even better when you love someone else. Of course, the best is obvious.


Stitchawl

Originally Posted by aceflor

I realized I expressed myself very clumsily this morning, and sounded like a moralist, which I am not. at all. (except for kids, animals, and non consensual, I think everything is fine, yes beppe, you are good with fruits and veggies ).

I believe that a person cannot belong to another. This being my guideline, everything is pretty clear afterwards. FOR MYSELF, I think loving two persons at the same time can happen, but I would not have a relationship with both, and friendship can already be too much. I committed myself to my husband, and FOR ME (again), that is a pretty clear statement. I would be in deep s... if I were to find out one day that I did not love him anymore, so I've kept my fingers crossed those last 20 years, and it seems to work .

For everyone reading this thread : feel free to do as you wish and feel, love is very complicated, I have not yet found exactly how it works.

What a wonderful theme for discussion! What is love? I dig that. I do not know nothing about it, except that without it I would loose my leafs and wither. Who knows what it is and how it works, although falling in love and being in love is something happening all the time and to all sort of people, since at least the times of Sappho and Catullus.

For me, every time it has been and is very different on each occasions, while there are "things" that do not change. What Sappho and Catullus sing, I think I experienced it all. Because I read about it? I do not think so. Like at a dinner, there was this girl that I had met years before, and I was intrigued. On impulse, I asked if I could draw her face. I started to do a sketch on the paper towel. So I could look at her without ogling. See Ace, there are ways ... It came out that she accepted to be photographed for further exercises, pictures to be taken at her place, so that few days later I was there shooting pictures like a pro, for about an hour. I was totally absorbed. I had never done that before, but I had seen it done. Then I stopped, exhausted and she gave me some coffee on the kitchen table. We lighted up cigarettes. And suddenly, I found myself without words, without strength, without will. The words of Catullus came to my mind. Although they were the words of Sappho. Could not speak, could hardly breath. It never happened again to me, but it did happen that time, with her. Catullus really experienced that fully, the last lines are the key of what happened to me, I think.

This is Sappho 31

He appears to me, that one, equal to the gods,
the man who, facing you,
is seated and, up close, that sweet voice of yours
he listens to

And how you laugh your charming laugh. Why it
makes my heart flutter within my breast,
because the moment I look at you, right then, for me,
to make any sound at all won’t work any more.

My tongue has a breakdown and a delicate
— all of a sudden — fire rushes under my skin.
With my eyes I see not a thing, and there is a roar
that my ears make.

Sweat pours down me and a trembling
seizes all of me; paler than grass
am I, and a little short of death
do I appear to me.

And this is Catullus 51

He seems to me to be equal to a god,
he, if it is permissible, seems to surpass the gods,
who sitting opposite again and again
sees and hears you,
sweetly laughing, which stole all
the senses from miserable me: for when I look at you,
Lesbia, no voice is left to me in my mouth.

But the tongue slips, under the limbs
a thin flame pours down, with their own sound
the ears are ringing, the lights (eyes)
are covered by twin night.
Leisure, Catullus, is mischievous to you:
You revel in and desire leisure too much:
Leisure has previously destroyed kings and
lost cities.

[maianhvk]

Originally Posted by Stitchawl

Yes, that is what it 'means,' but why the word 'tight?' Keep looking... it's an interesting answer!

The answer is not that interesting Tight means "soundly", "well", etc. That's all.

But the "legends" about the phrase are indeed interesting.

Chocolate milk.

[ProfCrash]

Busy day at work.

One pot of Rooibos Vanilla

One pot of Red Plum. It is growing on me

[VydorScope]

Originally Posted by maianhvk

The answer is not that interesting Tight means "soundly", "well", etc. That's all.

But the "legends" about the phrase are indeed interesting.

Chocolate milk.

What are they?

Just air in my cup right now, very sad.

[astra]

Originally Posted by aceflor

I think one can love two persons at the same time, but one has to make a choice and stick to it. I don't regret the choice I have made.

Originally Posted by aceflor

I think loving two persons at the same time can happen

I believe it is possible.
Only I am incapable to do it for some reason.
One and only Total devotion and I expect no less back
Don't ask me why.
It was the same with male friends. I never had many. 2-3-4 close friends and that's it.
My other bane is distance. It kills any feelings. I need a personal contact, or I behave like a turtle. Withdraw into my shell. I guess that it hurts me when I cannot be in touch when I miss a person and in order to minimise the damage I burn all the bridges.
When I left USSR, I sent a few letters to a couple of my friends then stopped. When I left Israel, I didn't even pretend trying to.

It was an excruciating pain saying good bye to my future wife in AirportS. After two of them, I said no more visits to the UK. I could not handle it. So, the next time she visited me....and got an ultimatum. Either we do something and get together or forget about each other *shiver*. I still remember our good byes holding each other in Heathrow and Ben Gurion.




Drinking...nothing atm. Ahmad English Breakfast 4 cups in the office. Wu Yi Rock - Shui Xian and Keemun Mao Feng at home.
Off to bed to get some much needed sleep.

[Stitchawl]

Love is but a song we sing
Fear's the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry
Though the bird is on the wing
And you may not know why

Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now

( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySvYx7XyBws )

Good morning, everyone! Yet another Wednesday! Have you noticed? This seems to happen almost EVERY WEEK!
To honor repetition I'll have a mug of East India Company's "Royal Blend" tea, rice, and a bowl of miso soup. (Frankly, I think I'd rather have a Big Mac, but I'll be good.)

Originally Posted by maianhvk

The answer is not that interesting Tight means "soundly", "well", etc. That's all.

Again, that's the 'meaning' of 'tight' as it's used.

But the "legends" about the phrase are indeed interesting.

These are what I was referring to!

Originally Posted by VydorScope

What are they?

One, for example, 'suggests' (for there is no actual proof) that the phrase arose from the days when bed frames were strung with a cross-hatch of rope to support a straw or horsehair mattress. Before retiring, one would check and adjust these ropes to be sure that they would remain firm during the night's sleep, hence 'sleep tight.' I don't know if there is any truth to the story, but it's fun to imagine!

Originally Posted by astra

My other bane is distance. It kills any feelings.

How different we are! One of the things that attracted me to my first wife was that she lived hundreds of miles away and could only get together on weekends. We used the 'Commuter Shuttle' air flights between our cities, one week I'd travel there, the next she would come to me...

I need a personal contact, or I behave like a turtle. Withdraw into my shell. I guess that it hurts me when I cannot be in touch when I miss a person and in order to minimise the damage I burn all the bridges.

And I defend mine! (I guess this is what keeps everyone from betting on the same horse!) Perhaps I'm a Romantic. It's those memories of the last time we were together that keeps me going...

Ilsa: I wasn't sure you were the same. Let's see, the last time we met...
Rick: Was La Belle Aurore.
Ilsa: How nice, you remembered. But of course, that was the day the Germans marched into Paris.
Rick: Not an easy day to forget.
Ilsa: No.
Rick: I remember every detail. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue.

I still remember our good byes holding each other in Heathrow and Ben Gurion.

Rick:Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. Ilsa, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that.
[Ilsa lowers her head and begins to cry]
Rick: Now, now...
[Rick gently places his hand under her chin and raises it so their eyes meet]
Rick: Here's looking at you kid.

(pausing to dry my eyes...)

I think it's so amazing that each and every one of us has such different feelings, different ways of looking at life and love, different ways of handling our needs and wants, yet despite these differences, we manage to create full, rich lives for ourselves and our loved ones. I don't know how it all works, but it's certainly clear that it does! YIPPEE!

... and I'll drink to that! Another mug of "Royal Blend!"


Stitchawl

[maianhvk]

I woke up to the tunes of Eagles' Hotel California, from neighbor's extremely good HiFi. What a nice song.

And nothing for breakfast. So I'm having very strong coffee. Maybe this is the wrong tactic. I might be dizzy later.

Originally Posted by VydorScope

What are they?

Originally Posted by Stitchawl

One, for example, 'suggests' (for there is no actual proof) that the phrase arose from the days when bed frames were strung with a cross-hatch of rope to support a straw or horsehair mattress. Before retiring, one would check and adjust these ropes to be sure that they would remain firm during the night's sleep, hence 'sleep tight.' I don't know if there is any truth to the story, but it's fun to imagine!

Sleep tight... It's the bed that should be tight, not the person. Do people wish a good night to furnitures? No I don't think there's any truth to it. The same for other theories. But they are interesting.

[beppe]

^maianhvk Do people wish a good night to furnitures?

At the end of a trip I say thank you to my car and pat the dashboard the way she likes it. If I left the lights on, she beeps very cutely.
You gave me an inspiration. Next time I go to bed, I'll take my pillow in my arms and whisper: Let me hold you.

Further than that (my mind just keeps popping up ideas):
When I secure the house before going to bed, i could stop and have a friendly chat with blender and thank him for the good work.

[maianhvk]

No no. Cars have names and they are our partners. But beds and mattresses... no.

[Stitchawl]

Originally Posted by maianhvk

No no. Cars have names and they are our partners. But beds and mattresses... no.

I... don't... know... I don't name my cars, nor even my motorcycles. But I do sleep with my mattress and pillow faithfully every night, never forsaking them for the couch (unless under duress) or the dog house.

Today I got lucky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I went to Kyoto to the little Chinese Import store to pick up some light Chinese soysauce and a package of fermented black beans. I carefully perused the tea shelves and found several that they hadn't carried before, but nothing so special. So just to be sure, I asked... and I got lucky! On a different shelf, they had just put out four packages of my most favorite unbranded Keemun tea!

Needless to say, I bought all four packages! 400gm of great Keemun tea for about $25 USD! I'm a happy camper!


Stitchawl

[Stitchawl]

Oh! Oh! Oh! It's like having a birthday and Christmas together in September! I love Keemun tea!!!!!


Stitchawl

[Iridal]

Got my order from Eteaket yesterday: 250gr of Rooibos Caramel and also a packet of Chocolate Abyss (black) tea which I am drinking right now. It's good, but not chocolaty enough for my taste.