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I am the mother of a wildly creative soon-to-be-teenaged aspie and a challenging but fascinating autistic nine-year-old. I like to think, read, write, listen, and talk more than anything else in the world. I keep saying that I want to sleep more than anything else, but when I get a chance, what do I do? Come here and post. Actions speak louder than words.

I've spent a lot of time recently delving into the shadowy realms of neurology and biopsychology, but I'm interested in almost everything. I've loved history, philosophy, art and literature, particularly poetry, for as long as I can remember. My handle and subject line come from the poem "Precious Five" by W. H. Auden:

True seeing is believing
(What sight can never prove)
There is a world to see.
Look outward, eyes, and love
Those eyes you cannot be.

I can't wait to jump in and play here. I have just been informed by my internal mother that I have to clean up my room first, though. I'll be back as soon as she and my kids agree that I've been good enough.

What? You don't sound like you have the "mothers" ear. I mean you hear the noise, but you only react when you know it has drawn blood. I never got it either, I mean I couldn't believe my first wife could be so unconcerned. This wife and she's a keeper (I had to have an anthropologist/historian that could stand living with me for any length of time) has that ear and it bugs the hell out of me. Course neither of us give a damn about our rooms either. She just had to learn not to touch mine

I'm hardly anyone to welcome anybody here, but for what it's worth, howdy I just got here myself.

Now if they would only let my kids out of prison
postpaleo

PS it's only been a very recent thing that I can write at all, I mean anything that comes close to readable. I was struck by one of my writings getting a beat to the words, it ended up in some form or another as an attempt at poetry, besides my past distaste for it. That was a lie, I love music and is that not a form of poetry?, but to sit down and read poetry, just haven't done it yet. Actually it would be nice to just be able to read a book. I'm still semi stuck in short sound bites of reading. Happy I stuffed enough reading when I was young to last for a while. Anyway I talk to much.

Welcome to WP.

Hey, postpaleo, what does a mother's ear sound like? Can you hear the ocean in it if you listen closely? May the tides of our blood sing safe within the shores of our skin. There will be no drawing with anything but pencils and pens and crayons and chalk and computers here. Cleaning up is just about making room for more messes, picking bits of paper off the floor and saving the best.

Poetry started as song. Much of it is best appreciated when read aloud to hear the music of the language, and plenty of it is short enough to be read in short sound bites. I'll look around for some and post it in the poetry topic in the arts forum, if I get a chance, but here's a four-liner for you on the spot:


The birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.

We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.

- Li Po

There is no such thing as talking too much in my book, only having too little time to listen as much as I'd like. What an interesting welcome. Thanks!

And thanks for the welcome, chadders.

Welcome to WP!

Tim

mother's ear? is that like swimmer's ear?

It's becoming clear to me, that in some cases there is going to be some culture shock involved with this site Actualy that isn't as funny as I just tried to make it seem. But I'm going to poke a little fun at my friends from other parts of the world.

I would like to thank the Brits for sending my forefathers to this country, on a prison ship. You're lucky, if you hadn't I'd be in the North swooping down to steal your cattle and burn your castles.

Ok, mothers ear. Yeah the motions can look a lot alike. It makes you want to tilt your head to the side and slap the side of your head.

I still don't like speel check
postpaleo

Welcome to Wrong Planet!
I hope you like it here!
Please tell your sons about this site!

All words, some hear their own, well put.

A pox on the Brits for sending you! I from Conastoga's Village, Collico Creek, the creek of snakes, now Lancaster County, quit walking on the graves of my ancestors! All of my male ancestors were Lenni Lanape, we were here when mastadons roamed, you are illeagal aliens, no visa, no green card, nothing but the Freedom to take! Even the Mennomi lie, oppressed by the Amish! Begone!

White Eyes II

"Men die, cattle die,
all is the same,
men die, cattle die,
only wit and glory remain."

Old Norse

Inventor, I didn't realise you're American Native.

Outward eyes, welcome to WP ! ! I enjoy your prose style of writing ! !

the district of columbia is the capital city of the united states (i.e. not in england) as a matter of fact!

No, didn't mean to quote you, ment the one above about the mothers ear. I know all to well where Washington is.

And it was England that I was speaking of in jest, the Brits brought my Scotts relatives over to work in the iron mills is Boston, pow's. (I was still leaning more to the server being UK based, it seemed a higher number of UK folks here.) My only jest was that if they hadn't brought them here, I might still be raiding the English. At one time the border between England and Scotland put our "Wild West" days to shame. The Iron Bonnet, is a good read.

prof_Pretorius

Only the male line, too many white women, now I am White Eyes too II. The first was a great leader.
Fled to Spanish lands in 1790, here we are called Redbone, may look white, but still Native beneath the skin. Of the Turtle Clan of the Grandfather People. Been here long. Lenni Lanape = Original People.

We had a Treaty with King George, peace for as long as the grass grows and the rivers flow. Your servants have rebelled, they know no Law, please send Red Coat Warriors, King promised protection in peace. The three fires wait for you.

The Lenni Lanape were also the victems of the infamous "Walking Land Purchase". http://www.archaeologychannel.org/blackckDesc.html The Company listed here, Louis Berger and Associates Cultural Resource Group (LBA), was the one I worked for years with. We always tried to do what we could to get the sites preserved. Didn't always work, but sometimes we got lucky. The easliest type point on this site is the type I have tattoed on my ankle, the bifurcate, although I have a Lecroy, not the ones in the pictures. So much of the Penna side of the culture was just totaly destroyed with coal mining, very little is known about that side of the border. I worked very hard on a stone feature on the Rancocas River in Jersey and yelled long enough and hard enough to get them to see something different on that site. I still have no idea what that was, nor did anyone else, that's way the site got protected. Small gain, but we tried. Contrary to popular thought, we don't like to go in and just rip a site a part just because we know how. We were sent to areas that were marked for destruction. We were very often the wrath of Native Americans as well as people that didn't want a pipeline in their backyard. All states don't even require a look see, they just go a head and tear the land apart. It's frustrating to see the prehistory destroyed. That's exactly what I told Grandfather Shenandoah, I told him I didn't think anything was insignifacant. I suspect he viewed me as a child What a wonderful sense of humor he had. But then I never really understood why I was even in council with him and the Elders to begin with. I really had very little to say. I'm no wannabie.

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