tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22918248.post2186012585876436683..comments2024-03-26T15:30:39.733-07:00Comments on Rainy Day Thoughts: the dichotomy of lifeRain Trueaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07994628226501093880noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22918248.post-56443584282051481122013-03-01T06:53:26.390-08:002013-03-01T06:53:26.390-08:00I always enjoy your comments, Joared because they ...I always enjoy your comments, Joared because they are so deeply thought out. You are right about murderers but I think I do it for several reasons. One is the interest in human motivation. If someone is a total psychopath and commits a crime, then there is no figuring it out. Others, sometimes there is. As a writer who does do villains, a few who have been psychopaths, I especially am interested in stories that might help me be more accurate in my writing, BUT you are right. I would not immerse myself in someone like that and can't imagine how some write books or multiple books on serial murderers, psychopaths or the extremely cruel. It seems like horror would not leave you when you wrote the end. I like to write, read, and watch what enriches my life. I can find plenty of angst with no help from any book or newspaper. Rain Trueaxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07994628226501093880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22918248.post-58729128599950830002013-03-01T03:08:41.249-08:002013-03-01T03:08:41.249-08:00I, too, have been writing differently since the fi...I, too, have been writing differently since the first of the year though I don't lack for thoughts about topis -- am just more interested in spending my time focusing on other matters. <br /><br />I share your disgust with spammers (you wrote about this earlier this month) who all sign as Anonys. -- whose messages go automatically into my spam email which I clear out periodically -- they never appear on my blog so don't know why they waste their time and mine. All their palaver is such "crap" do they honestly think other bloggers are so naive as to believe their words? <br /><br />Enjoying your many photos and the new life entering this world. <br /><br />Yes, the L.A./San Diego/San Bernardino/Big Bear Mtn. "cop killer" event where he died was in a mountain area somewhat distant but closer than I would have preferred since nearby L.A. fwys would likely have been travel routes to and from and no one knew where he was. Have been there various times through the years, but alone only once a couple years ago. Our TV stations, all-news radio quite focused with many viewers/listeners paying attention -- some reports more accurate than others, but those of us familiar with local broadcasting can more easily sort some of that out. <br /><br />I chose not to write about it all, but an ongoing investigation is taking place into his complaint of unjust firing and others have come forward with similar complaints about their firing. There is certainly no conceivable justification for his killings whatever the outcome. Hopefully, the L.A. Police Dept. will be able to reassure the community all these firings were appropriate and justified to overcome a sense of mistrust thought to have been overcome from many years in the past when race in L.A. and Police Dept. was problematic, before we lived in So. Cal.<br /><br />As for the African woman shot by her boyfriend you described. I've long thought the mistake we often make in trying to understand how and why these actions happen is because we apply logic and reasoning inappropriately. Illogical and/or unreasonable thinking is often present, even if only for a brief time, defying common sense. I suppose that's partly why a person's job, or maybe even an actor, trying to "get in such a person's head" might get a bit discombobulated themselves trying to figure it all out and not lose themself in the process -- or, at least, so I've thought. Wonder what happened to Truman Capote's thinking after he immersed himself in life of killer(s) to write In Cold Blood? <br />joaredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09999395062839739698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22918248.post-5487719807035658352013-02-21T08:20:19.548-08:002013-02-21T08:20:19.548-08:00I have often been struck by the simultaneity of ev...I have often been struck by the simultaneity of events, and yes, the random dichotomy. Tuesday, the 14th, was one of those days, wasn't it? In the old, stoned hippie days we used to say, "it's all happening at once." Ain't that the truth.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22918248.post-38878869238589058772013-02-20T19:17:51.837-08:002013-02-20T19:17:51.837-08:00Well I love lambs, whether gamboling in the fields...Well I love lambs, whether gamboling in the fields or served up in a tasty stew. Hattiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13297404386730167834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22918248.post-72041436618965510542013-02-18T14:59:12.557-08:002013-02-18T14:59:12.557-08:00Yes, Hattie, they are part of the dichotomy of lif...Yes, Hattie, they are part of the dichotomy of life and part of why this kind of life is both wonderful and depressing. A person has to be able to handle knowing the purpose. Now they don't all end up eaten as some little ewes are kept for future breeding and last year we kept one of the little rams to replace our ram as he got too old. They do though get a quick and merciful end as we do all we can to sell direct to the consumer. I consider it a failure any year when we have to send them to an auction. This year it didn't happen.Rain Trueaxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07994628226501093880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22918248.post-5033823559328184032013-02-18T10:40:40.026-08:002013-02-18T10:40:40.026-08:00I was thinking of the ultimate fate of those dear ...I was thinking of the ultimate fate of those dear little lambs (:<br />But as you say, that's life, and death. Hattiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13297404386730167834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22918248.post-73870568552708273242013-02-16T12:22:03.750-08:002013-02-16T12:22:03.750-08:00I love the lambs and as they get a little older, t...I love the lambs and as they get a little older, they have such exuberant jumps for joy. I miss seeing them like when we had twins from one of your rams and our ewe. Those were good days for grandchildren to come and see the sheep. Just before reading your post, I had a conversation with our almost eleven year old grandson about guns. He tells me that just the thrill of shooting a semi-automatic is justification for shooting it. So he said he would like to go out and kill game animals with it. Humm. Makes me think watching some lambs might help him gain a greater respect and love of life. Wish I could bring him out to see your lambs.Diane Widler Wenzelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05270246393901276648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22918248.post-58681531008349794782013-02-16T07:01:28.715-08:002013-02-16T07:01:28.715-08:00They are sweet, Naomi but even there is a dichotom...They are sweet, Naomi but even there is a dichotomy with some dying before they take a first breath and listening to the coyote on the other side of the creek knowing it wants to eat them. It's just how life is. At least that though makes sense for the coyote unlike the violence last week saw.Rain Trueaxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07994628226501093880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22918248.post-38177390703078070762013-02-16T02:06:53.421-08:002013-02-16T02:06:53.421-08:00The pictures of those dear sweet newborns are simp...The pictures of those dear sweet newborns are simply divine! They are so very beautiful---such an example of life renewing itself....Talk about a juxtaposition...! I choose to think about these dear newborns as the example of what Valentines Day is all about. All the other things--the man-hunt man and the murder of that beautiful young woman by the memorable Olympic Hero---It's all so very crazy, and inconceivable!<br />Give me those dear little Lambs, PLEASE!<br />OldLady Of The Hillshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02458879772193114892noreply@blogger.com