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Post by paula53 on Sept 1, 2019 10:11:29 GMT -8
That looks beautiful. Good luck in your new home, and on your new job. Please keep us posted on how you are doing, and what you are doing on your little island.
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Post by gabby on Sept 1, 2019 11:48:50 GMT -8
Thanks for sharing your paradise with us. More paradise! More paradise! (Some of us are stuck in hell - a.k.a. "Texas")
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Post by Travis on Sept 1, 2019 13:24:19 GMT -8
If I were there, I'd probably hear voices in the wind and waves. Doesn't everyone? That's encouraging.
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Post by rebeccad on Sept 2, 2019 7:51:16 GMT -8
If I were there, I'd probably hear voices in the wind and waves. Doesn't everyone? That's encouraging. Well, though I think we long ago established that I’m pretty crazy. “Why do you write?” “Because the voices in my head tell me to!”
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Post by autumnmist on Sept 2, 2019 9:24:37 GMT -8
rebeccad, you aren't the only one with voices in your head. Mine are telling me to get to work and start cleaning instead of playing around online. Those are the kinds of voices I wish I could stifle. But sometimes they tell me to just relax and enjoy this beautiful weather. Those are the ones I heed.
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Post by autumnmist on Sept 2, 2019 9:29:08 GMT -8
TJCeeJay, thanks for stopping by. I had been wondering how this new venture was proceeding. It's good to read of something working out well, and it's inspiring as well as soothing to think of living such a worthwhile life, contributing so much. And I'm enjoying your phots, symbolic of so much beauty and peace. I especially like the third and fourth one. That fourth photo is beautiful and mesmerizing beyond description. It's almost otherworldly, but the overwhelming factor is serenity.
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Post by Travis on Sept 2, 2019 9:54:40 GMT -8
Well, though I think we long ago established that I’m pretty crazy. “Why do you write?” “Because the voices in my head tell me to!” Oh.
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Post by autumnmist on Sept 2, 2019 12:22:45 GMT -8
Like stars hidden by the atmosphere of civilization and pollution, voices in wind and waves are there, but we just don't hear them until in the right environment.
The trees in my yard have been telling me that they're relieved the intense heat is almost gone and that they're looking forward to a breezy and cooler Fall.
The visiting cricket last week told me the same things. Summer has been hard on it as well. I've never heard a cricket chirp as enthusiastically as that one did last week on one of the cooler nights.
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Post by gabby on Sept 2, 2019 13:55:26 GMT -8
If I were there, I'd probably hear voices in the wind and waves. Doesn't everyone? Man, you guys have no idea how your simple comments pushed me into the ethers (the internets) a couple of days ago. Whenever I get curious about something like this, I get intense and feel I must know. For many years, my wife has observed that I "hear voices" under certain circumstances, and this was esp. obvious during the period of time we lived (in Texas & in the summer, no less) in a tiny 2 bdrm/1 bth house in Austin - which had no A/C but several fans in windows. Late in the evenings, I would wake to the sound of someone playing a radio somewhere. It sounded like one of those ancient radio newscasts from the 50s and 60s, which - no small coincidence here - my father always listened to in the evenings in those other small houses in which we lived in the 40s and 50s and 60s in the desert in far south Texas, with the horned toads, snakes and scorpions. (Ask me about singing toads and snakes. I dare you!) One of my early memories of this was my father listening to a news broadcast just after our "bedtime" which was reporting the state of the war (Korean war), which he did every night for a while. I woke, heard the urgent voice of the speaker on the radio and the descriptions of battles and losses, got out of bed and went into my parent's bedroom and asked if I too would have to go fight in the war "when I grew up". So the seed was planted early for hearing "radio voices" where there were little or none. The ready soil of my mind was prepared for what would come later. Then I went overseas in the Air Force, trained to hear people speaking while flying in ancient Russian airplanes with ancient, static-ridden equipment and also through "throat mics", and in Chinese. If you have no idea what a "throat mic" is, say a simple sentence in English, then say that same sentence, but without opening your mouth! No consonant sounds; gutturals are, as you might expect, intensified. ( Now try Chinese! - or, you know, some language you studied in high school or college, but have now largely forgotten.) Once again, I was trained to "hear voices" where there were little or no real prompts. The bottom line is, the brain does a lot of "legwork" for us, "filling in the gaps". Sometimes it works far too well. Sometimes, we are genetically prepared to "hear voices". There are names for this condition, as you might expect. If you do hear voices in the wind and waves, you may be exceptional (Mind, I was simply trained to be "weird".) People who 'hear voices' can detect hidden speech in unusual sounds, and are "gifted". Apophenia, Audio Pareidolia and Musical Ear SyndromeBut, if you're interested, there's lots to read. The phenomenon is not all that uncommon, and is related to the way in which our minds "see" things that aren't really there, like "the man in the moon" (or ghostly apparitions in fog, or animal shapes in clouds). People who 'hear voices' can detect hidden speech in unusual soundsThe following is an especially interesting story about "mishearings" of the sort in which we "mishear" a song lyric. This happens to hearing people too of course, but it is ever so much more common among us hard of hearing people. When such bloopers are done with song lyrics, they go by the fancy name of “mondegreens”.
The origin of this term is rather fascinating. Here’s how it all began. American writer Sylvia Wright (1917-1981) explained, “When I was a child, my mother used to read aloud to me from Percy’s Reliques, and one of my favorite poems” (1) was the 17th century Scottish ballad, “The Bonnie Earl o’ Moray”. She continued, “As I remember, the first stanza began”:
“Ye Highlands and ye Lowlands, Oh, where hae ye been? They hae slain the Earl o’ Moray, And Lady Mondegreen”. Years later, in her essay “The Death of Lady Mondegreen”, published in Harper’s magazine in November, 1954, she described “the bonny Earl holding the beautiful Lady Mondegreen’s hand, both bleeding profusely but faithful unto the death”.
Imagine her surprise when she eventually learned that Lady Mondegreen existed only in her imagination. The correct words for the last two lines of the stanza really were:
“They hae slain the Earl o’ Moray, And laid him on the green”. She had completely misheard the last line and her brain came up with, “And Lady Mondegreen”!
As a result, since the year 2000, the phantom “Lady Mondegreen’s” name has been immortalized in English dictionaries and is used to describe all mishearings of this type. Mondegreens and Hearing Loss Have you ever mistakenly interpreted a song lyric? I have, and many, many times. Some are so ingrained in my memory that I can't sing the original lyric - I revert to my old version. This is particularly true of songs which were recorded after the advent of electronic instruments and electronically distorted voices (though some were not intentional, the band just couldn't afford more expensive recording equipment). Standup comedian Peter Kay on the subject of "mishearing lyrics" and the impact on karaoke:Once again, I apologize for my wordy and overly long diatribe. autumnmist's is a much more concise, and much more lyrical and beautiful, way to think about all this. Apologies!
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Post by autumnmist on Sept 2, 2019 14:22:38 GMT -8
Have you ever mistakenly interpreted a song lyric? Oh, yes! The Stones' and Beatles' songs at a minimum. I never even considered some of their songs were about drugs; that was just beyond my conceptualization at that time. I enjoyed the enlightening information on "throat mics" and listening to other nations' airborne conversations.
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Post by gabby on Sept 2, 2019 15:05:08 GMT -8
I actually forgot to relate the story about driving home from my parents' house in the Hill Country one Christmas. I had gone there on my own in order to see them (my parents) and leave Christmas stuff, and was driving back in the dark, after midnight. My mind was roaming fairly freely as I drove. As I drove along Hwy 290 not far from Austin, I saw lights on a house far up on a hill to the north of the highway. I spent the entire time I could see these particular lights trying to figure out what they said, finally settling on the probability that it was something simple like "Happy Noel". After that, I actually thought I could see the letters in the swaying lights as I drove along.
It was only upon reflection - and seeing a similar "holiday expression" decoration on yet another ranch house along the road somewhat later that I realized that the lights I saw were merely those white "icicle lights" everyone puts on their eaves during the Holidays.
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Post by rebeccad on Sept 2, 2019 20:35:46 GMT -8
rebeccad , you aren't the only one with voices in your head. Mine are telling me to get to work and start cleaning instead of playing around online. Those are the kinds of voices I wish I could stifle. Those are evil voices. Do not heed them! gabby, I thought it was pretty normal to hear voices in moving water. I don’t get it as much from the gentle lapping of waves on the shore, but a stream is always full of voices. As your story of the lights demonstrates, our minds want to create meaning and the familiar out of whatever we see or hear. As for song lyrics... my favorite hymn was always, “Gladly the cross-eyed bear.”
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Post by TJCeeJay on Sept 3, 2019 17:49:44 GMT -8
TJCeeJay If you've never read it, Mike Tomkies book, A World of My Own: Adventure and Personal Renewal in the Wilderness is worth a read... set on the BC coast. Gonna have to Amazon that one as soon as I get my own internet in a week or so! :-) Beautiful and adventurous. If I were there, I'd probably hear voices in the wind and waves. Best wishes to you and Bud. Oh, you'd hear voices alright! (Mostly from the rainwater filling up the concrete cistern in the basement! lol! Caught me and the dog off guard at the beginning! lol! TJCeeJay, thanks for stopping by. I had been wondering how this new venture was proceeding. It's good to read of something working out well, and it's inspiring as well as soothing to think of living such a worthwhile life, contributing so much. And I'm enjoying your phots, symbolic of so much beauty and peace. I especially like the third and fourth one. That fourth photo is beautiful and mesmerizing beyond description. It's almost otherworldly, but the overwhelming factor is serenity. It's definitely a peaceful place! And foggy, so often foggy! lol! At least once or twice a week it's socked in at 1/2 a mile visibility or less! Anyhoo, goptta run too soon again! Half an hour of internet goes by too fast! Cheers!
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Post by rebeccad on Sept 4, 2019 7:04:52 GMT -8
TJCeeJay, does that fog mean you have to run a fog horn? That would be less pleasant than the light
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Post by crawford on Sept 4, 2019 15:13:56 GMT -8
"Your new world seems simple," he said with just a touch of jealousy. "You have a clear mission and purpose, with little more to distract you away from it other than the needs of actual living and what your own fancy can provide," stated with a noticeably growing jealousy. "I think I envy the fact that your life is one of living, rather than running from one rat race to the next," he quietly muttered, with a bit less jealousy and a growing resignation about his own existence.
Me thinks Crawford is a bit envious of you.
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