An equal balance lies within, angelic and dark sin. No one could guess as I walk beside, what is truly on the inside. Perceptions of me, they make in their mind. It’s not their fault they are blind. To let one in on my little secret, my heart must decide as the angel knows what is needed. The angel guards over the dark, to ensure it is not left with a mark. When it does allow its counter to show, it chooses the right partner to know. Now, the angel has spoken and opened the gates. For you, a man, a playmate. Decision you made, friends we are, which I will respect even though it will be hard. We are a true fit, and one day you will see…that thing you are looking for resides in me. -The Gates Will Always Be Open For You!
This article appears in May 1-7, 2014.


would you pul-eeze go shuffle yourself over to the pink and fluffy side?
OMG, I hate fucking angels!
And I hate them too!
This half assed attempt at poetry on the bitch board is narrowing many a urethra.
Close the gate and get on with your life. And don’t quit your day job.
Do I smell a boiling bunny here?
OP, this meaningless drivel only means something to you. The rest of us really don’t give a sweet yank. I truly pity the object of your affection – now close that fucking gate on this chapter of your life, you dumb nit – let it go and move forward.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQ8D5Ihe4h…
I really, really hate these poetry bitches. I read two lines and moved on.
i think this one was posted on the wrong board–bitching and poetry don’t really go together, unless you like bad limericks, or your name is Anthony Hecht…
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/dover-bitch
i know it is a common wish
to look like someone else
a smaller nose
& longer legs
add breasts
but lose the ass.
and how about the other quirks
we’d really like to dump?
the too fast blush
and too slow come
slow wit
and 2 left feet
at least i can surround myself
with purchased status quo
trend books, known wine
and paint the wall
this seasons haute couture
but truth comes out
in choice of pet
(they say you act alike)
my booger cat
in thunderstorms
hides behind the john
That was fantastic Molly!
Who left the door open at the English Department at SMU?
<<<< creeping lesbian menace
TACIT INFERENCE: THE KNOWLEDGE OF OTHER MINDS
“When it does allow its counter to show, it chooses the right partner to know.” The Gates Will Always Be Open For You
The central question, of course, is just how will the right partner know? Since she has not explicitly told him of her intentions, how will he know her “counter” when she allows it to show? In other words, how will he be able to “read her mind?” The knowledge of “other minds” is an interesting problem in philosophical psychology, one in relation to which I myself have considerable knowledge. Let me share it with you.
We have already seen that in formal logic knowledge claims may be based on either deductive inference (“All men are mortal; Socrates is a man; Therefore Socrates is mortal”) and inductive inference, knowledge through “constant conjunction” (I know that the sun will rise tomorrow morning since it has done so countless times in the past). But clearly, such feats of formal logic are defeated by – indeed are irrelevant to – the present case, that of the knowledge of other minds. But where to start?
You are now reading this comment, attempting to understand its meaning. You do not focus on the words themselves but – and this is central – you attend “away” from the words themselves to focus on the meaning they are intended to convey. Put in epistemological terms, there is a from-to structure involved in your attempt to acquire knowledge of the meaning of this comment. But what is the nature of this structure?
It is the bi-polar structure of subsidiary-focal awareness. Your subsidiary awareness is not itself explicit. Indeed, if you directed your focal attention on the words themselves all meaning would be destroyed in the same way that the pianist’s performance would be destroyed if he directed his focal attention on the position of his fingers on the keyboard. In the same way that his focal attention is directed on the performance, yours is directed on the meaning of this comment. What is this structure of knowing called? It is called “tacit inference” and its structure functions in all noetic acts, including the knowledge of other minds. But what are the characteristics of such tacit inference?
We saw, as with the pianist, that focal attention can never be directed on the subsidiaries of subsidiary focal awareness without destroying “the tacit integration.” Put in general terms, this means that tacit inference is unspecifiable. One can never specify the particulars of a tacit integration. In the same way, all tacit integrations are irreversible – one can never attend from the focal object of tacit inference back towards its subsidiary particulars. The pianist can never attend from his performance back to the position of his fingers on the keyboard. Finally, being unspecifiable and irreversible, tacit inference, unlike deductive and inductive inference, can never be the formulated of in impersonal rules. It is what has been called “personal knowledge.” But, and this is important, it is not relativistic. Such personal knowledge is proclaimed with universal intent and never simply as idiosyncratic knowledge, some personal idiosyncracy of the knower.
So now we know. When the poster has chosen to show her counter to the right partner, he will know. He will know because, in an act of tacit inference, he relied subsidiarily on her actions of showing her counter while focusing on her intentions. In so doing he will have gained knowledge of her mind, in this case that of the poster whose gates will always be open for him.
Thank you for your patience and understanding.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
I’m never more than I appear…I am exactly who I am, and if one doesn’t like it, I have one word for you….TOUGH.
Amen to that, Klyde.
You are certainly one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met.
RSVP
:Pretty(MC5000) Kitty (05/08, 10.33AM)
To you and all the bitchers I’ve met, we are all who we are….Genuine.
Roger that!
Nobody else I’d rather go for coffee with. Makes the Gulag a lot easier to take.
I think that the post is cryptic. The reason they are more than they appear is because they think they’ve been photoshopped?
As for the angels bullshit, that’s the crystal meth.
OP. Exactly WTF are you getting at? Keep your creative writing for school. Say Hi to Satan for me please. Purple Monkey Dishwasher!
Methinks a Summit is due soon. We need to have a springtime blowout. And I’ll show you the cool new scars on my knees. Mobility revived and I’m lovin’ it.
“Well, if he’s an angel, all right then. But he damn well must be a killer angel.” Sergeant ‘Buster’ Kilrain (Kevin Conway) – “Gettysburg”, 1993
I’d do Pickett’s Charge backwards to get to a summit soon! HOO-Ah!
A LITTLE MORE SPRING CLEANING
RSVPS
: Klyde (05/08, 10:23AM)
You have misconceived the problem of the knowledge of other minds. It may be the case, from your internal perspective, that you are never more than you appear to yourself but the issue was how you appear to someone else – a second party – and, moreover, how he (or she) could attend to your mind (who you are) based on his (or her) tacit integration of your words or actions. Could you explain it independently of tacit inference?
: Pretty Monstercock 5000 Kitty (10:33AM)
In similar fashion you have misconstrued the problem of the knowledge of other minds. You claim that Klyde is “the most genuine person you have ever met” but that is not the question. The question is, how did you ever come to possess such knowledge? Can you explain it independently of tacit inference?
: Klyde (10:55AM)
See my reply to the Monstercock above. You have simply generalized her claim to include all the bitchers you have met but the problem of just how you came to possess such knowledge remains untouched. Can you explain it independently of tacit inference?
: Ivan the Terrible (11:23AM)
You have simply re-stated Klyde’s generalization but the problem, as with him, relates to just how you came to possess such knowledge. Perhaps everyone was lying to you. Whether or not there is nobody you would rather go to coffee with is irrelevant to the issue at hand, i.e., the problem of the knowledge of other minds. Can you explain your assertion without reference to tacit integration?
: Basil Fawlty (11:39AM)
If one possess an understanding of tacit inference the post is not cryptic. It has nothing to do with being photoshopped but rather requires an understanding of tacit inference. You should have paid closer attention to my post of 05/08, 9:04AM.
: Senor Campana (12:11PM)
As with Basil Fawlty, you must attend more closely to my explication of tacit inference as given in my post of 05/08, 904AM. Then all will be made clear to you. Good luck. It sounds like you’ll need it.
: T.T. Fonebone (12:17PM)
Initially I thought that your having “cool scars on your knees” was a startling admission of your engaging in questionable practices which, of course, was irrelevant to the issue at hand, that of tacit inference and the knowledge of other minds. However, you might want to
employ the theory of tacit integration at the next summit. Remember, attend FROM the participants assertions TO the mind from which they have emerged. Only then will your summit be conceptually satisfactory.
: Ivan the Terrible (12:26PM)
As with so many others, your reference to the “killer angel” was both obscure and irrelevant to the issue at hand. Of course, obscurity and irrelevance are conceptual bedfellows which jointly and invariably issue out into incoherence. You must try to keep your eye on the ball.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
SPRING CLEANING
Hay Montrealman, don’t forget your shovel:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6IQ_rpzi4E
Yes, this video clip can only mean one thing.
PROM NIGHT IN LOWER SAkCVILLE!
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:Montrealman (05/08, 3.08PM)
I remember a long time ago on this board telling people of who I am and my character. My statement above illustrates that point. The bitchers who have met me and interacted with me know that my statements from long ago are true. Being in your crystal palace in Montreal, you only know that they are words from me without substance, value or meaning.
Pretty(MC5000)Kitty would have no cause or reason to state that I was genuine unless she had direct interaction with me to know that that was true. Sitting in your crystal palace in Montreal, you only know that her words are without substance, value or meaning. To her and I, it’s all of the above and then some.
Col. Ivan (as I like to refer him to) would have no cause or reason to state having coffee with me puts him in a better mood, just like me, to know that the day starts off right, then goes downhill the moment we are at work. Again, sitting in your crystal palace in Montreal, you only know that his words are without substance, value or meaning. To the Col. and I, it means so much more. I have found that through our friendship, we have more in common than previously thought. Only with the Col., no coffee after 3 PM.
My response to PK was such that after meeting bitchers, whether at a Summit or otherwise, I found them all to be genuine, intelligent, we all have many common interests, but mostly a chance to sit and dine together, chat amongst ourselves with copious amounts of laughter. But you sitting in your crystal palace in Montreal, you only know that our words are without substance, value or meaning.
I have extended my hand to you to go for coffee at your choice of venue on several occasions and at your leisure, hell, I’ll even forego the requirement of the ascot. Still you sit in your crystal palace in Montreal. If you ever decide to come down to our city and go to a Summit or even go for a coffee with me, you will know that this is, has always been, and always be, the truth with substance, value and meaning.
In short, you are missing out on a wonderful and fantastic time, to be able to put a face to anonymous bitchers and to form alliances and new friendships.
P.S.
GO HABS GO and magnificent labia of course.
Ivan, this eclipses the Lanc flight
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-26…
Don’t blame me. I voted for Kodos.
MY “CRYSTAL PALACE IN MONTREAL,” OR: THE BIG QUESTION
RSVP Klyde (05/08, 7:05PM)
“But you sitting in your crystal palace in Montreal, you only know that our words are without substance, value or meaning.”
Since my “crystal palace in Montreal” was invoked to demonstrate my misconceiving the genuine quality of your interactions with all the bitchers in the past as well as Monstercock and Ivan the Terrible, it deserves a moment of closer scrutiny. What, exactly, is to be understood by that “crystal palace”?
Based of necessity only on your written words and lacking thereby a fully-rounded appreciation of your face-to-face interactions with the other bitchers, I interpret the “crystal palace” to mean my necessarily thin, attenuated and even possibly overly-cerebral interpretation of those interactions. There can be no doubt that this is the case but, as I previously pointed
out, passing on the quality of your interactions, genuine or otherwise, was never my point. What was my point?
It was philosophical, an investigation of the nature of tacit inference in connection with the knowledge of other minds. In view of the fact that formal inference (whether deductive or inductive) on the the hand and direct, unmediated and unerring intuition on the other, tacit inference appears to be the only coherent contender for the manner in which knowledge of other minds is possible. But even tacit inference, with its tacit-focal components, has itself a further tacit dimension. But can that tacit foundation underlying the tacit-focal structure of tacit inference possibly be?
It is the nature of consciousness itself. But then this raises the question of the nature of consciousness itself. What is the thing or, for that matter, is it a “thing” at all? In philosophy this has always been “the big question.” How has a non-material mind emerged from its material basis in the brain? Attempts by neurophysiology to explain the phenomenon have failed for the simple reason that, being a study of material brain-states, it can never engage either the genesis or the activity of the non-material mind. So of necessity it falls to philosophy, that study pre-eminently concerned with the activity of the mind, to engage the question of consciousness itself. But how is this to be done?
Recall that on a previous bitch I made a comment entitled “The Centrality of Structure.” To understand consciousness, in other words, required that it be structured in some fashion. But by “consciousness” is not to be understood some undifferentiated, passive state of simple awareness. On the contrary, to be conscious means – yes means – that one is conscious of something and not of something else. Consciousness is therefore selective, intentional and vectorial. It is aimed at understanding something. It is not random. But how is such intentionality to be structured?
Yes, that’s right! It is to be structured in terms of subsidiary-focal awareness! We are never just conscious of something “simpliciter”. We are conscious of something as being of a particular sort of thing and the sort of thing it is is dependent on our subsidiary or background awareness of what that thing is. In other words, consciousness involves seeing something under an aspect, of conceptualizing it. There can be no consciousness without such conceptualization. This true of all conscious acts. So this was my tacit point underlying my account of the tacit inference required in the act of acquiring knowledge of other minds.
Thank you for your patience and understanding.
Go Habs Go!
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
CORRECTIONS
: paragraph 3, line 3:
“In view of the fact that formal inference (whether deductive or inductive) on the one hand and direct, unmediated and unerring intuition on the other FAILS, tacit inference appears to be the only coherent contender for the manner in which knowledge of other minds is possible.” Damn!
: paragraph 3, last sentence:
“But WHAT can that tacit foundation underlying the tacit-focal structure of tacit inference possibly be?” Damn! Damn!
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
To clarify, MM – I had double knee replacements almost a month ago so I would not step and trip over my magnificant labia. Next surgery: a breast reduction when said hooters will be pulled over shoulders and stapled in place.
RSVP
: T.T. Fonebone (05/09, 10:01AM)
In the case of the first, I can see that you will never again put a foot wrong. In the case of the second, does this mean that you will wear your brassiere on your back?
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
TT, was thinking about this….I know my bazooms cause a lot of knee pain, bashing away at them when I walk, so…..perhaps if you had the reduction surgery FIRST you would not have needed the knee replacements?
Molly very nice but what is a booger cat?
my old cat’s name was booger-nose, MISTER booger nose. I got him when he was just a little triangle tail and he used to play in the fireplace all the time and get a dirty face. I spent so much time trying to clean one stubborn bit of soot off his nose before realizing it wasn’t a booger, it was a marking.
he had more quirks and personality than most people. he used to attend film industry cocktail parties, roamed the neighbourhood by jumping from roof to roof and sneaked into peoples bedrooms thru top floor windows. we drove cross country with him in 2007, stopping every 2 hours so he could get out and sniff. he nibbled on some wheat in sask and dipped a paw in lake superior and ate lobster at malignant cove.
born 1991 north Vancouver, died 2009 and buried in my front yard here, by the big rock. I miss him all the time.
“Next surgery: a breast reduction when said hooters will be pulled over shoulders and stapled in place.”
Did anybody else think of Ragnar giving the “Blood Eagle” to Jarl Borg when they read this?
“Vikings” – it’s like “Corrie St.” for men
Or “Downton Abbey” for straight men ^^^
Just kidding. I enjoy Downton and I’m pretty sure Mr. Meaty would find much about Vikings to hold his interest.
MM. Where do you find the time to pull yourself away from the mirror from admiring yourself in order to type these long winded posts. Don’t you have a job to go to? Why are you so insecure with yourself, that you have to look down your pretentious nose at others and criticize everyone because the aren’t as “ahem” intelligent as you. You must be some piece of work.
It is amazing to me that one “bitch” post could cause such a ruckus. No offence, but if one posting, as decryptic as it is, can cause such a reaction…….then what about the reality of the world today??? Do you have the same reaction?
^^ it didn’t. posting purulent pseudo poetry here is like tossing a limp hacky-sack into the crowd. we kick it around not because it’s a challenge, but because we do have fine, fine kicks
……and that says alot……
That hacky sack bag happens to be filled with bullshit ready to be broken open on the next fool whose there to kick it.
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: Senor Campana (05/09, 5:55PM)
Thank you for your thoughtful inquiries.
I have discovered that if I place a mirror next to my computer as I write no time, or at least very little, is lost in having to pull myself away in order to type my outstanding and insightful posts.
My “job”, at least on this site, is attempting to bring philosophical enlightenment to redneck blowhards like you and I can tell you right now that it isn’t easy.
As a matter of fact, you sound pretty insecure yourself. Why do you feel it necessary to look down your nose and criticize because, clearly, I am not as “ahem” “intelligent” as you?
You sound like some piece of work.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Guys, Guys – there’s only one way to settle this.
That’s right – Epic. Rap. Battle.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krQHQvtIr6w
I have a fantastic idea. Get of the fucking computer and go tell this person instead of leaving cryptic love letters all over the place hoping they might read them, and maybe even realize you wrote it.
MM. So the only job you have is being on this site. You sound like a real catch.
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: Senor Camapana (05/12, 8:20AM)
You sound like a disappointed suitor. Had you intended making inappropriate advances?
In any case, you are clearly out of your depth. My advice would be to find an empty park bench, sit down and eat your sandwiches.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!