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  • sagittariusclassic

    ...kae sad ovo? Liči na pravi post! Ideš nakam pa popunjavaš kvotu? Pa ne provodim tolko vremena pred računalom! Ono prije mi je bilo taman, star sam i nemrem se skoncentrirat tak dugo, si popizdil?!?!...:)))))))))))

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    30.10.2007. (20:52)    -   -   -   -  

  • skaska

    pridružujem se sagittariusclassicu. Al drago mi je da je još neko šetal s njim.

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    30.10.2007. (23:32)    -   -   -   -  

  • ludlud

    Znam Sagi, ali šta da ja kažem na tvoj ritam? Propustim koji dan i već ispod tvog posta imam "forum" od 100 komentara, ali debelih komentara. Ko bu to u cugu čital? :)))))))

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    31.10.2007. (00:27)    -   -   -   -  

  • MiniMaxine

    Da, ponekad smo bitan dio nečije priče, a da ni ne znamo.
    Šteta je ne znati.
    Slagali se s Platonom ili ne ;-)).

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    31.10.2007. (02:46)    -   -   -   -  

  • Bego

    Šteta je ne znati?
    Prava šteta bi nastala tek kad bi saznali. Kao da nam ego već nije dovoljno velik!

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    31.10.2007. (12:28)    -   -   -   -  

  • the voice from within

    Slažem se (B)egom. Volim i Platona i Aristotela ali mi je ne/istina draža.

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    31.10.2007. (12:53)    -   -   -   -  

  • ludlud

    @Bego: majstore, opet u sridu! Kao i obično, pročitao si i onaj nenapisani dio teksta...
    Neizgovorena istina, ili dio istine da smo svi "netko i nešto" je da smo svi u isto vrijeme "nitko i ništa".
    Tanka crta između egotripa i samopouzdanja jednaka je onoj između skromnosti i osjećaja manje vrijednosti. Zanimljivo je da je skroman obično samopouzdan, a napuhanko zapravo skriva nesigurnost. Drugim riječima, mislim da nam je ego upravo onolik koliki jest. Ostalo su naši ili tuđi prividi.
    A zašto bi bilo dobro znati? Pa, postoji i odgovornost. Na koju god stranu prevagnula naša zabluda o vlastitoj ili tuđoj veličini/beznačajnosti, sve je ipak drugačije kad smo odgovorni prema svom i tuđim životima. ;))

    Inače, ovaj post bi mogao biti i odgovor na temu kod Majstorice "Sjećate li se svojih profesora". ;))

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    31.10.2007. (20:22)    -   -   -   -  

  • sagittariusclassic

    ...za razliku od vas tradicionalista, ja sam praktičan čovjek: "I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
    I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate.
    All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.
    Time to die"...:)

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    31.10.2007. (20:31)    -   -   -   -  

  • neazess

    Hhahaahahahaha - znaš što je zanimljivo? Kad opisuješ sebe kao studenta, kao da opisuješ mene kao studenta. I ja sam imala jednog profesora od kojeg su svi bježali, a meni je bio baš super, nisam spadala niti u kategoriju štrebera niti "luftera", a i nije me faks baš jako puno vidio, samo koliko je trebao i kod tih par profesora koji su mi bili zanimljivi....baš zgodno :-).
    I da, slažem se - nismo uopće svjesni gdje i kad smo ostavili trag u životu, ali sigurno negdje jesmo, inače sumnjam da bi uopće bili ovdje.Takav je zakon. Onaj jedan uvijek se mora pojaviti. :)))

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    31.10.2007. (22:46)    -   -   -   -  

  • ludlud

    @ Sagi: Haha, a ti "tvrdi realist", samo ti nad ovom scenom fali golubica bijela, nju smo preskočili... ;))
    There's no moments lost in time! Naravno, proporcionalno udaljavanju brzinom svjetlosti od mjesta događaja... ;)))

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    31.10.2007. (22:54)    -   -   -   -  

  • jimbo

    "Drag mi je Platon, ali mi je draža istina" :)))))))))))

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    31.10.2007. (23:26)    -   -   -   -  

  • Reader

    Sagi, that's a wonderful moment in a great film...
    But actually, you never know at the time who you have touched, and how.
    And sometimes you never know.
    But occasionally they can tell you, and that is a gift of great value from the universe.

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    31.10.2007. (23:57)    -   -   -   -  

  • sagittariusclassic

    @ reader, sve tvoje mogu potpisati...:)))))

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    01.11.2007. (09:03)    -   -   -   -  

  • Reader

    [I]*draws a deep breath*/I]

    A pleasure Plato.

    Through the nature of the work at my new publisher I washed up one day at a book launch. Some kind of poetry. All familiar stuff: the city centre, a library, a small audience who wait patiently for snacks, in front a table, flowers, a small pile of books, "eminent dramatic artists who interpret" Some confused artist and poet, a lady in serious mood: this is one of the most serious days of her life.

    Poetry as poetry.
    Someone
    Something
    Somewhere
    Always
    Somehow
    Something
    Forever
    etc.
    In general, a more or less impressive or original series of poetic images and figures, intimate trembling, profound understanding, and that kind of thing, the atmosphere even pleasantly somnolent.

    But then, for some reason or another, once in a million such festivities something must happen that is special. Just for you, personally.
    And lo, thus it was. First, I notice that the conference is led by Professor Kindandgentletalk, who lectured me at university. Okay, nothing special, but he wasn't just any prof, but the one under whom I graduated. I was delighted that this man was alive and well after 25 or more years, so when everybody was siting around the modest repst, I went to greet him.
    -I'm pleased to see you, Professor, alive and fit and healthy - I greeted the honourable old man.
    -And I'm pleased to see you too! Here you are, I'm still here! Professor Kindandgentletalk smiled affectionately.
    Empty politeness did not suit me at that moment, and I also thanked him for his past lessons in life and school, and told him how it was a special satisfaction that in my rather widespread degree, instead of being bunkered in an office he talked to me walking from the university into the city. To me it was like Plato's Academy, I flattered him, completely well-meaning.

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    01.11.2007. (13:46)    -   -   -   -  

  • Reader

    Another deep breath, and a glance at another long post to read

    The dramatic artist Wellkeptlady with whom he was sitting threw me a sudden look. Oh, in the meantime, since my freshman days, I have learned something about women's looks. This was not "that" look. Close, but something was missing. Aroused interest but without desire in the corner of the eyes, curiosity, but without that particular position of the eyebrows which means an unspoken invitation. A situation, thus, which required some disentangling. But it wasn't my turn to move! The Professor also gave a delighted smile. All this lasted barely a moment, and Madame Wellkeptlady let out a laugh and said:
    - That means you are that one!
    - That one? She succeeded in confusing me.
    - You see! I wasn't lying! - Professor Kindandgentletalk smiled even more.
    I look at him in confusion.
    - Oh, you don't know? Now tell him! - Madame told the Professor.
    - Ah well! - The Professor began to tell me, - Plato had a voice which made his lectures monotonous, and all his students little by little evaporated at the end of the day. All except one. That one was called Aristotle...
    I shrug my shoulders and admit that I don't quite follow him. Obviously I have got rusty since my student days...
    - Hold on, I will tell you! - Burst out Madame, impatiently. - At the time when he was lecturing at your faculty Professor Kindandgentlevoice regularly lamented to us, his friends, how his students deserted his lectures. In the first class would be all those who needed something, in the second a few would remain, and in the third there would be only one left, and that would be you! Do you remember that?
    - Ah, that! - I scratched my ear. It served me right: I complain about Aristotle and his logic behind his back, and now I am being compared with him, neither more no less.

    Of course I remember. But students always skip lectures. Me too. But Professor Kindandgentlevoice was an unusual lecturer. He drove the nerds crazy. He never pointed out, through constant, unusual and very distant digressions, which to take notes on, which not, and what was needed for the exam and which not. So they regularly went to buy a coffee after the first break, in revolt and annoyance. The slackers didn't want to listen to him either, and god knows what they understood. But I enjoyed it. I would lean back with my neck in folded hands, stretch my legs out under the bench, lean far back in my chair and listen to countless interesting stories. They were interesting to me. And so I chose to work for my degree with him. Bugger what the others thought. The others chose "easy targets" because Kindandgentlevoice was a "terrible bore". Far from being a nerd, the university looked feeble to me. Besides Kindandgentlevoice there were maybe just two lecturers whose lectures I attended faithfully. With one I also got a couple, whose worry was for grades. I thought: I am a student., now I should make the most of it. And so, in this way, Kindandgentlevoice was not in the least bring to me. The walks into town were a true pleasure. In the end I thought that possibly I bored him, and I wondered at the patience he had for one individual student and his endless questions. In the end it finished up with my defending my degree in a pub near the university, to the surprised delight of the other members of the jury.

    - And so I am, I am that one! I exist! - I gladly admit to Madame.

    And very quickly, as befits mythological figures, my silhouette fades through the dark exit and into the fog and dusk.

    On the way home I reflected. We are all somebody and something. Shown it or not. All! Each one of us exists in some story for some long-ago friend as That one. It would be good always to be aware of this, then it would not be so easy to be persuaded to the contrary.

    This is justice. That one must always appear.

    phew!
    It is a beautiful story.
    It's also true that teaching and learning is a reciprocal relationship. While a teacher can inspire a student, a student or group of students can also inspire a teacher.
    The same is true, of course, for a storyteller...

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    02.11.2007. (12:37)    -   -   -   -  

  • ludlud

    Well done, Reader, and thank you! I'm sure this was challenging beauty hunt for you. :))

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    02.11.2007. (19:52)    -   -   -   -  

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