Redefining misanthropy for a fresh generation. Standard posts begin with a definition from Ambrose Bierce's The Devil's Dictionary followed by a modern adjustment. Miscellany on Wednesday and storytelling on Saturday.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Home Cooking
Episode 22 of The Meditations of Diogenes The Cynic. Thanks to the Southern Nevada Homeschool Advocacy Project (SNHAP) for this week's reading
Nessa ~ it appears you are, in fact, first! well done! i'm sure teh Penguin has no sentimental attachment to snagging that place on the weekends -- especially when she might, instead, sleep in!
well done, Doug and reader! i'm thinkin' "SNHAP" is a clue that this week's talented reader is one who sports a lovely quill for an avatar -- but who-oh-who are those voices?? surely not her cat, Shirley.
Grand Story -- GRAND Performance!! *claps*
(i'd say more, but i just remembered, i need to call my mother.)
Interesting and captive reading, wonderful writing. Love the first paragraph " especially between teh two women..." Abstain from pride? Pride´s eaten him up and spit him out again...and what a glutton. Staying for lamb when philosophical balances depend upon him. *shakes head*
sentimental, v. selective memory, a damaged frontal lobe or viewing through pink coloured glasses
I was so excited about being first that I forgot to mention hpw great Quilly's reading was. I loved the voices. I felt like I was there. It brought a sentimental tear to my eye.
Yes Quilly, you did the perfect mother. If that was indeed you in all the voices. Bravo to you and to Doug, of course, for some really good lines stringing together the perfect story.
I would say that Diogenes' mother's nasaly voice is the reason he doesn't come home much. That and the fact that she asks SO many questions of him. I guess that's where he got his Socrates-like skills. All through the story, I was wondering if he was still stark naked or not. Good job by the multi-faceted reader (Quilly, I presume).
I'm with you, TLP. many things can be done naked but at the dinner table clothes SHOULD be worn.
Diogenes' mother reminded me of this little conversation between the guy we almost got lost in the woods with when we were his guests in the village and his mother.
mom: So what did you do yesterday? guy: We got lost in the woods, mother! mom: Hehehehe... guy: It was not funny! It took us 3 hours to get out! mom: HAHAHAHA! What were you doing there for so long? guy: Mother, stop laughing! We could have died there! mom (smiling): In these woods? guy: Yes, in these woods! My forester friend said we could have died there! Mother, people have died there already! mom (chukling): Really? guy: YOU DON'T UNDERTSAND IT! I DON'T TELL YOU ANYTHING ANYMORE!
Thank you for all your kind words. My students enjoy my "voices" when I read. I thought you might, too. Doug gave me a great installment to work with. I loved reading Diogene's mom's part, most especially her parting line.
To hear the story, come to Mama.
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I guess there never was any respect to be had at home. Oh, and am I by any chance first? No way.
Nessa ~ it appears you are, in fact, first! well done! i'm sure teh Penguin has no sentimental attachment to snagging that place on the weekends -- especially when she might, instead, sleep in!
well done, Doug and reader! i'm thinkin' "SNHAP" is a clue that this week's talented reader is one who sports a lovely quill for an avatar -- but who-oh-who are those voices?? surely not her cat, Shirley.
Grand Story -- GRAND Performance!! *claps*
(i'd say more, but i just remembered, i need to call my mother.)
SNHAP! grin. Mothers are that weird mixture of annoying and necessary. Diogenes' seems nice. (you're a great storyteller, but you know that) xoxo
Sentimental: eating dinner at Mama's table.
Funny stuff! Great reading and story. I'm lovin' it.
Interesting and captive reading, wonderful writing. Love the first paragraph " especially between teh two women..."
Abstain from pride? Pride´s eaten him up and spit him out again...and what a glutton. Staying
for lamb when philosophical balances depend upon him. *shakes head*
sentimental, v. selective memory, a damaged frontal lobe or viewing through pink coloured glasses
I was so excited about being first that I forgot to mention hpw great Quilly's reading was. I loved the voices. I felt like I was there. It brought a sentimental tear to my eye.
Yes Quilly, you did the perfect mother. If that was indeed you in all the voices. Bravo to you and to Doug, of course, for some really good lines stringing together the perfect story.
Will we ever come to see Diogenes clothed?
Kudos to all.
lol G! what's exciting depends, Sade naked and Diogenes in clothes.
loved the reading. mother of "annoying and necessary", eh Mireille? ;)
You are first, Nessa. A philosopher is never honored at home.
Neva, tell her hi from all of us.
Mireille, not even parthenogenesis will save us from mothers.
Thanks, TLP. What's for lunch?
Right, Actonbell. He's kinda too grouchy, I think.
Minka, you just earned the job of writing the Cliff's Notes for this.
Nessa, you rode a train again, didn't you?
Thanks, G. Diogenes is kind of known for not wearing much.
Haha, Ariel. True, it's all relative.
I would say that Diogenes' mother's nasaly voice is the reason he doesn't come home much. That and the fact that she asks SO many questions of him. I guess that's where he got his Socrates-like skills.
All through the story, I was wondering if he was still stark naked or not.
Good job by the multi-faceted reader (Quilly, I presume).
Have a good weekend.
obviously, Diogenes' mother is looking for the truth, too.
Well, in defense of Diogenes' mother, she did let the nakedness pass for a very long time before mentioning it.
I expect CLOTHES at my table.
I'm with you, TLP. many things can be done naked but at the dinner table clothes SHOULD be worn.
Diogenes' mother reminded me of this little conversation between the guy we almost got lost in the woods with when we were his guests in the village and his mother.
mom: So what did you do yesterday?
guy: We got lost in the woods, mother!
mom: Hehehehe...
guy: It was not funny! It took us 3 hours to get out!
mom: HAHAHAHA! What were you doing there for so long?
guy: Mother, stop laughing! We could have died there!
mom (smiling): In these woods?
guy: Yes, in these woods! My forester friend said we could have died there! Mother, people have died there already!
mom (chukling): Really?
guy: YOU DON'T UNDERTSAND IT! I DON'T TELL YOU ANYTHING ANYMORE!
Jamie Dawn, I know if I were Diogenes I wouldn't stand for many grillings. A Philosopher is supposed to be the griller or at least the grill.
Ariel, they all are. A philosopher is a male mother.
Noted, TLP. I'll skin a bear before visiting.
Ariel, that's a very funny dialog but what were you doing in the forest with a teenager?
Thank you for all your kind words. My students enjoy my "voices" when I read. I thought you might, too. Doug gave me a great installment to work with. I loved reading Diogene's mom's part, most especially her parting line.
Doug, the guy in question is between 40 and 50. your mother will always be your mother, and brings the worst out of you like she always did. :-D
Quilly...well done with all the voices!
Ariel, you are so right. Even old men have mothers.
Great job Quilly!
Of course Ariel is right Doug! Your mother knows what buttons to push and where those buttons are, 'cause she put them there.
Bear skin is okay as long as it's well dried out. No smell, no flies. Shoeless is fine. As long as your feet stay on the floor.
Wonderful work, Quilly! Excellent writing, Doug! Sorry I'm late, but I wasn't conscious much yesterday.
Exquisitely done Quilly. You as well Doug.
I'm rather fond of the Prattler, but I don't think he deserves much of a vacation.
My code word - second one because I failed the first was
ctits
uhum.
Quilly, you did great and I could almost imagine the picturebook in your hand. Thank you.
Ariel, so he's forty-teen?
Mule, there's nothing more quixotic than trying to outgrow our moms, is there?
TLP, my feet usually end up in my mouth.
Amoeba, good to have you back if only for the day. Say it ain't so, though.
Thanks, Cooper. Give the Prattler time. He can't go that long without getting pissed about something or other.
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