Sane Inside Insanity: WHY NO COMMENTS?

martedì, febbraio 19, 2008

WHY NO COMMENTS?

I miei amici continuano a chiedermi perché non permetto i commenti su questo blog. Non ho neanche un indirizzo e-mail per lasciarmi contattare dagli sconosciuti. (Ce n'è uno da qualche parte, ma temo che non sia più attivo.) Vorrei poterlo fare, davvero, ma mi rende ansiosa. Semplice. Questo è un posto sicuro per me e voglio che resti così.

Immaginate che sia come leggere un libro. Vi può piacere o no, leggerlo può darvi ispirazioni, ma non potete lasciare un messaggio per Melville sulle pagine di Moby Dick, no?

Il fatto è che mi piacerebbe comunicare con amici e sconosciuti. E non voglio che la gente pensi che non mi interessa la loro opinione, o che gli amici sono costretti a commentare sul loro blog o mandarmi un'e-mail o un SMS per contattarmi. E' solo che così mi sento meglio. Credetemi, mi dispiace per me come per voi.

Sto cercando il modo di permettere agli amici di lasciare commenti sul mio blog. E ovviamente, quando attiverò i commenti per tutti, saprete che è un grande giorno per me personalmente, perché significherà che ho superato la mia ansia.

My friends keep asking me why I don't allow comments on this blog. I don't even have an e-mail address to be contacted by strangers. (There's one somewhere but I fear it's not active anymore.) I wish I could, really, but it makes me anxious. As simple as that. This is a comfort zone for me and I want to leave it that way.

Think of it like reading a book. You can like it or not, you can get ideas reading it, but you can't leave messages for Melville on the pages of Moby Dick, right?

The fact is, I'd love to hear from friends and strangers. And I don't want people to think that I don't care about their opinion, or that friends are forced to comment on their blog or send an e-mail or a text message to reach me. It's just that I feel better this way. Believe me, I'm sorry for myself as much as for you.

I'm trying to devise a way to let friends comment on my blog. And of course, when I do activate comments for everybody, you will know it's a great day for me personally, because it will mean I have got over my anxiety.

QUOTES

Heart shall be bolder,
harder be purpose,
more proud the spirit
as our power lessens!
Mind shall not falter
nor mood waver,
though doom shall come
and dark conquer.
(The Battle of Maeldon, translated by Tolkien)

He who has a treasure, or a demon in his heart, cannot hide it. (King Theodoric the Great)

I' mi son un che, quando
Amor mi spira, noto, e a quel modo
ch'e' ditta dentro vo significando.
(Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio)

The lambs will stop for now. But, Clarice, you judge yourself with all the mercy of the dungeon scales at Threave; you'll have to earn it again and again, the blessed silence. Because it's the plight that drives you, seeing the plight, and the plight will not end, ever. (Hannibal Lecter)

Kilimanjaro is a snow-covered mountain 19,710 feet high, and is said to be the highest mountain in Africa. Its western summit is called the Masai 'Ngaje Ngai', the House of God. Close to the western summit there is the dried and frozen carcass of a leopard. No one has explained what the leopard was seeking at that altitude. (Ernest Hemingway)

Would I embarrass you? Yes, it is possible. You see, I... I am crazy. I take the newer medications, but I still see things that are not here. I just choose not to acknowledge them. Like a diet of the mind, I choose not to indulge certain appetites. Like my appetite for patterns. Perhaps my appetite to imagine and to dream. (A Beautiful Mind)

Night gathers, and now my watch begins.
It shall not end until my death.
I shall take no wife, hold no lands,
father no children.
I shall wear no crowns and win no glory.
I shall live and die at my post.
I am the sword in the darkness.
I am the watcher on the walls.
I am the fire that burns against the cold,
the light that brings the dawn,
the horn that wakes the sleepers,
the shield that guards the realms of men.
I pledge my life and honor to the Night Watch
for this night and all the nights to come.
(GRRM)

Never criticize a person until you walk a mile in their shoes (Atticus Finch)

A warrior for peace is no less a warrior (General Korrd, unwittingly reminding of Yitzhak Rabin)

What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard who has ever existed? Only innocent lives, Peter. (Sirius Black)

Whatever makes a soldier sad will make a killer smile (Leonard Cohen)

I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can't. (John Coffey)

Oh, life! 'tis in an hour like this, with soul beat down and held to knowledge, - as wild, untutored things are forced to feel - Oh, life! 'tis now that I do feel the latent horror in thee! but 'tis not me! that horror's out of me! and with the soft feeling of the human in me, yet will I try to fight ye, ye grim, phantom futures! (Starbuck)

I have dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. (Charlotte Bronte)

If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me? (Karen Blixen)

Do not you recognize me, Dumas? I am the rearguard of the Grande Armee. I have stood at Kovno, and thrown the last muskets in the Niemen. I am Marshal Ney. Give me a bowl of soup. (Attributed to Michel Ney).