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Why, PeteK,
What a fascinating mind you have.
I, my brother, my mother and her dad before her all have perfect pitch. Several music instrument makers in the Scottish side of the family, going quite a ways back, in fact.
It's more a genetic defect tho', than a blessing if you like serious music, as I do.
Was certified with "absolutes Gehör" back in 1998 at the Freiesmusikzentrum, Munich. The woman who registered me also opposed opening our club. I don't recall her having used a measuring tape, just a rather standard digital tuning device and a set of pianos with various tunings. As you may know, A443 is rather in fashion here, making for, oh, well I suppose that's not of general interest, sorry.
My references, just a few weeks ago, to unusually high quality turntables and pressings here in this forum, a pronounced dislike for cassettes (the best were still awful) I've mentioned upon occasion, and that charming thread a few years back where a few club members, myself included, pointed out that a video clip had to have been made in a 50Hz part of South America and not the 60Hz (was then confirmed) make for a few times the topic has come up here, at the very least.
I love steampunk and thought the reference to the violin playing Holmes (Conon Doyle also had this condition/affliction/ability) was apt. Guess not, or maybe so? The Hansaplast reference was perfect.
Oh, and, for the record, a serious riding accident in 2000 left me partially deaf.
I appreciate your, um, interest, but I'm monogamous and engaged to a wonderful man.
What a fascinating mind you have.
I, my brother, my mother and her dad before her all have perfect pitch. Several music instrument makers in the Scottish side of the family, going quite a ways back, in fact.
It's more a genetic defect tho', than a blessing if you like serious music, as I do.
Was certified with "absolutes Gehör" back in 1998 at the Freiesmusikzentrum, Munich. The woman who registered me also opposed opening our club. I don't recall her having used a measuring tape, just a rather standard digital tuning device and a set of pianos with various tunings. As you may know, A443 is rather in fashion here, making for, oh, well I suppose that's not of general interest, sorry.
My references, just a few weeks ago, to unusually high quality turntables and pressings here in this forum, a pronounced dislike for cassettes (the best were still awful) I've mentioned upon occasion, and that charming thread a few years back where a few club members, myself included, pointed out that a video clip had to have been made in a 50Hz part of South America and not the 60Hz (was then confirmed) make for a few times the topic has come up here, at the very least.
I love steampunk and thought the reference to the violin playing Holmes (Conon Doyle also had this condition/affliction/ability) was apt. Guess not, or maybe so? The Hansaplast reference was perfect.
Oh, and, for the record, a serious riding accident in 2000 left me partially deaf.
I appreciate your, um, interest, but I'm monogamous and engaged to a wonderful man.
Whatever you say Kev. Sorry I made you type so much spin there. It must be dizzying to say the least, something you should try again sometime.
W. Keith,
Ah, the black Irish. My own true love is, too. Some red in the dark hair, but those brown bedroom eyes, dark dark fur and, well, oh, my. The black Irish are said to be selkie born in some myths...
Growing up in a family that's half German, half Italian and half Scots-Irish, you learn to deal with the Celtic temperament.
The Germans are slow to anger and capable of forgiveness (which is one of the few really outstanding aspects of the culture), the Italians blow up, they cool down, five minutes later, all is forgotten and forgiven.
But make your red-haired mum angry and you'll be lucky if she forgives you in a year, never mind the forgetting part. They don't. Ever.
If I had the money, the southwest coast of Ireland would be for me...
Ah, the black Irish. My own true love is, too. Some red in the dark hair, but those brown bedroom eyes, dark dark fur and, well, oh, my. The black Irish are said to be selkie born in some myths...
Growing up in a family that's half German, half Italian and half Scots-Irish, you learn to deal with the Celtic temperament.
The Germans are slow to anger and capable of forgiveness (which is one of the few really outstanding aspects of the culture), the Italians blow up, they cool down, five minutes later, all is forgotten and forgiven.
But make your red-haired mum angry and you'll be lucky if she forgives you in a year, never mind the forgetting part. They don't. Ever.
If I had the money, the southwest coast of Ireland would be for me...
danemodsandy
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Keven:
The word for the day is:
"unaufrichtig"
The word for the day is:
"unaufrichtig"
charbee,
My father, like many, many children, was adopted out of Nazi Germany by an Italian-American couple.
So I claim the Italian half, too.
Within in me, I hold multitudes, being of three halves bothers me not, if I may misquote...
AW.org is very much like a family with our little spats and disagreements as well as some folks here who go out of their way to help others.
We'll definitely be having a great Christmas. I bring over little European things you can't easily get in the US and the customs and music of the different countries are great. Be a neat thread, actually!
How do you folks celebrate Christmas?
My father, like many, many children, was adopted out of Nazi Germany by an Italian-American couple.
So I claim the Italian half, too.
Within in me, I hold multitudes, being of three halves bothers me not, if I may misquote...
AW.org is very much like a family with our little spats and disagreements as well as some folks here who go out of their way to help others.
We'll definitely be having a great Christmas. I bring over little European things you can't easily get in the US and the customs and music of the different countries are great. Be a neat thread, actually!
How do you folks celebrate Christmas?
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Double entendres are great used sparingly in context and preferably once however the times of late you've used veiled or cryptic reference about your cock size to make an illustrative point appears calculated and begs the question why other than to emulate the media by using sexual titillations of a personal nature in order to boost your sagging ratings with the gay male audience here. Regardless better to nip it in the bud before it also becomes another permanent feature of your ever predicatable ranting and raving.
iheartmaytag
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My Father's family was full blooded East Berlin Germans. My Mother's are black Irish and Pennsylvania Dutch.
Mom and her family never forgives or forgets. She and her sister had a falling out and didn't speak to one another for 27 years.
With this mix, and considering all my siblings and myself are scorpios you can see where our terrible dynamics comes from.
Mom and her family never forgives or forgets. She and her sister had a falling out and didn't speak to one another for 27 years.
With this mix, and considering all my siblings and myself are scorpios you can see where our terrible dynamics comes from.
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First off let me say thanks for all you all that have shared your crazy family holiday stories..they have made me feel somewhat better.
I come from the ture white trash family..my first cousin is also my half sister ( you may have to draw that one out on paper). Anyway up until about 3 years ago I made the pilgramage to east Tennessee. The celebration was held at whomever got or had the newest trailer. One year one of my cousins got a new sofa for his new "trailer house"...it was the front seat from a '72 GM pick-up...another year we all got to see real success at my sister/cousins'...she had just purchased a coustom mobile home with his and hers potties in the master suite(yes that's is correct his and hers..they faced each other). And my favorite was the last year I went for Thanksgiving..that year my one of my cousins deep fried the turkey...of course that was after the 30 pack of PBR (Papst Blue Ribbon Beer)..he forgot to put the rod in the bird before he dropped her down in the hot oil...after the bird was done he dug it out of the kettle with a shovel..and of course it rolled off the card board box he was going to use to drain it on....they really thought the dirt and grass added a nice flavor...thank goodness he was still sober enough to get two other family members to pee on the small grass fire that started after the hot grease splashed on the deep friers burner...then...(yeah..I know..there's more...and the family wonders why I live so far away)...to keep from getting the white carpet dirty..my cousin moved the dinner to the metal carport...it was probably 35 degrees that day..but hey...she ran extension cords and pluged up space heaters...after dinner we washed all the disposal dinner ware for next year....after years of these kinds of holidays it's wonder I'm not an acholic. After the turkey in the dirt incident in 2006 my other half and I plan dinner at home..we invite friends and folks we know that have either no family or no place to go for the holiday. We use the good china and silver, cloth napkins....we offer wine..have yet to have a request for PBR.
I used to think holidays meant one had to be with family..as I've aged I've learned..the people we love and care about are family..or at least I consider them family. I had a wonderful holiday...I hope everyone elese did as well.
First off let me say thanks for all you all that have shared your crazy family holiday stories..they have made me feel somewhat better.
I come from the ture white trash family..my first cousin is also my half sister ( you may have to draw that one out on paper). Anyway up until about 3 years ago I made the pilgramage to east Tennessee. The celebration was held at whomever got or had the newest trailer. One year one of my cousins got a new sofa for his new "trailer house"...it was the front seat from a '72 GM pick-up...another year we all got to see real success at my sister/cousins'...she had just purchased a coustom mobile home with his and hers potties in the master suite(yes that's is correct his and hers..they faced each other). And my favorite was the last year I went for Thanksgiving..that year my one of my cousins deep fried the turkey...of course that was after the 30 pack of PBR (Papst Blue Ribbon Beer)..he forgot to put the rod in the bird before he dropped her down in the hot oil...after the bird was done he dug it out of the kettle with a shovel..and of course it rolled off the card board box he was going to use to drain it on....they really thought the dirt and grass added a nice flavor...thank goodness he was still sober enough to get two other family members to pee on the small grass fire that started after the hot grease splashed on the deep friers burner...then...(yeah..I know..there's more...and the family wonders why I live so far away)...to keep from getting the white carpet dirty..my cousin moved the dinner to the metal carport...it was probably 35 degrees that day..but hey...she ran extension cords and pluged up space heaters...after dinner we washed all the disposal dinner ware for next year....after years of these kinds of holidays it's wonder I'm not an acholic. After the turkey in the dirt incident in 2006 my other half and I plan dinner at home..we invite friends and folks we know that have either no family or no place to go for the holiday. We use the good china and silver, cloth napkins....we offer wine..have yet to have a request for PBR.
I used to think holidays meant one had to be with family..as I've aged I've learned..the people we love and care about are family..or at least I consider them family. I had a wonderful holiday...I hope everyone elese did as well.
iheartmaytag
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Washerboy
What a great story.
This year, though I did manage to stay away from all my family some did call.
My Great Niece that I raised until she was three then her father sobered up and wanted her back. He ran off with a Manly-woman twice his age so when he died unexpectedly at 39 from a heart attack, the Bull-woman kept my niece and adopted her as her own.
Now said niece is of reproductive age and met up wit this horn-dog-meth-using freak. She was ordered by the court, SRS, and Two attorneys to get rid of him or she would never get her baby back from custody. So she married the little #%*& this weekend. My Niece, Great Nieces biological mother said the wedding pictures were beauitful.
They were married by the Justice of the Peace or in their case the Judge on duty at the courthouse. Once they sid I Do, the Sherrif arrested the groom (for only the third time in the month of November). The wedding pictures show the bride and groom side by side with the Sheriff standing behind them hanging on the the handcufs.
I was so touched, I could cry. I tell you I could just burst with pride.
What a great story.
This year, though I did manage to stay away from all my family some did call.
My Great Niece that I raised until she was three then her father sobered up and wanted her back. He ran off with a Manly-woman twice his age so when he died unexpectedly at 39 from a heart attack, the Bull-woman kept my niece and adopted her as her own.
Now said niece is of reproductive age and met up wit this horn-dog-meth-using freak. She was ordered by the court, SRS, and Two attorneys to get rid of him or she would never get her baby back from custody. So she married the little #%*& this weekend. My Niece, Great Nieces biological mother said the wedding pictures were beauitful.
They were married by the Justice of the Peace or in their case the Judge on duty at the courthouse. Once they sid I Do, the Sherrif arrested the groom (for only the third time in the month of November). The wedding pictures show the bride and groom side by side with the Sheriff standing behind them hanging on the the handcufs.
I was so touched, I could cry. I tell you I could just burst with pride.
Gosh-
Some of you have such interesting families!
For years, our family reunion was on Thanksgiving or Thanksgiving weekend......
The most controversial one was when I brought my then boyfriend, Patric, to Thanksgiving, and he insisted on arguing politics with Uncle Charlie, a devoted, if "live and let live" Republican, sensible about money, and don't give two hoots what adults do behind closed doors (the type of Republican who seems to be vanishing!) To get Pat to shut the heck up, I kissed him then and there.
There was a moment of silence, and then a round of applause!!!
Patric and I stayed together another few months, then he moved out of state.
I am very lucky to have the family I have. However, my friends can be a bit more fun.
The food at our Thanksgivings tends to the bland, (we ARE WASPs, after all.) It wasn't until I started helping with the cooking that we had any garlic, fresh herbs, and salt and pepper on the pureed squash.
Lawrence/Maytagbear
Some of you have such interesting families!
For years, our family reunion was on Thanksgiving or Thanksgiving weekend......
The most controversial one was when I brought my then boyfriend, Patric, to Thanksgiving, and he insisted on arguing politics with Uncle Charlie, a devoted, if "live and let live" Republican, sensible about money, and don't give two hoots what adults do behind closed doors (the type of Republican who seems to be vanishing!) To get Pat to shut the heck up, I kissed him then and there.
There was a moment of silence, and then a round of applause!!!
Patric and I stayed together another few months, then he moved out of state.
I am very lucky to have the family I have. However, my friends can be a bit more fun.
The food at our Thanksgivings tends to the bland, (we ARE WASPs, after all.) It wasn't until I started helping with the cooking that we had any garlic, fresh herbs, and salt and pepper on the pureed squash.
Lawrence/Maytagbear
I think this pretty much says it all
about having a sense of fun or being a Far-Right humorless Christian.
This could be my family.
about having a sense of fun or being a Far-Right humorless Christian.
This could be my family.
if familes are a problem....
Avoid them. My wife and I spend every holiday alone together, and it is awesome.
Don't deal with difficult siblings and parents. Why? I'm all for NOT being one of the 'me' generation and just letting ... stuff ... roll off my back. But, there are limits.
If you are not fortunate enough to have a partner, consider the kind you want and hang out in places where you might find them.
Ultimately life is too short to spend it with people whose goal in life is to make you feel small.
Hunter
Avoid them. My wife and I spend every holiday alone together, and it is awesome.
Don't deal with difficult siblings and parents. Why? I'm all for NOT being one of the 'me' generation and just letting ... stuff ... roll off my back. But, there are limits.
If you are not fortunate enough to have a partner, consider the kind you want and hang out in places where you might find them.
Ultimately life is too short to spend it with people whose goal in life is to make you feel small.
Hunter
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"Ultimately life is too short to spend it with people w
Thank you Hunter for that... such a great line and so true too.
I have some in my family who try to do that... I used to get upset and hurt, now I just am puzzled - WTF are they really trying to do??
As I am getting older, I realize that some people need to tear others down to feel good about themselves. I just don't get it.
Thank you Hunter for that... such a great line and so true too.
I have some in my family who try to do that... I used to get upset and hurt, now I just am puzzled - WTF are they really trying to do??
As I am getting older, I realize that some people need to tear others down to feel good about themselves. I just don't get it.
laundromat
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Ba humbug??
My mother whom I miss dearly,commited suicide on Christmas day,1974.Ever since then,I have had serious issues with this time of year. I ran away from home after her burrial and blamed myself for her death. she had told me all about her demise and made me promis not to tell a soul or she'd never talk to me again.Before that,I loved going shopping during the year,not during the rush everybody else did.I would begin the day after Christmas and find a lot of things on sale buying them for different friends and family members and putting them under my bed or in the upper shelf of my walk in closet all wrapped and tagged with the "from/to" tickets.I also made tons of home made cookies and filled tins with them.If the receivers would return the tins to me before the New year,I'd refill them and send them back!
Now,I get real melincolly and retract myself from crowds.I don't participate in sending cards,I don't go to any parties and try to get a vacation set up to flee from home and go where there are folks who ,like myself,don't wish to celibrate.After all is said and done and the New Year celibrations are over,I begin to relax again and folcus more on everyday life.I don't hold the celibration and gatherings against anybody else and really,truly hope I colud feal comfortable and celibrate again but never feal comfortable enough to return there.The pain and anguish that Mom's death placed on my most inner soul has taken all the joy I had in celibrating the birth of Jesus Christ and sharing my unconditional love with others. Most of my closest friends who witnessed the drama and sorrow I had to live with understand this and except it for what it is. Others see it as a selfish,balsfimous,hatefull attitude and have either taken me off their list of friends or always try to change my attitude by trying to get me to come over and have some eggnog and sing Christmas carols. The last time I tried that,I wound up in the ER with an empty stomach I filled with 300 100MG phenabarbital tablets.By the time I got there,they had all desolved and I went out like a light for 5 days.That was back in'81.Since then,I have been completely cured of epilepsy through experimental brain surgery and no longer take phenobarbital.That doesn't mean I don't think about it anymore, I just try to keep myself from dwelling on it like I used to and avoiding the celebrations helps a lot.
My mother whom I miss dearly,commited suicide on Christmas day,1974.Ever since then,I have had serious issues with this time of year. I ran away from home after her burrial and blamed myself for her death. she had told me all about her demise and made me promis not to tell a soul or she'd never talk to me again.Before that,I loved going shopping during the year,not during the rush everybody else did.I would begin the day after Christmas and find a lot of things on sale buying them for different friends and family members and putting them under my bed or in the upper shelf of my walk in closet all wrapped and tagged with the "from/to" tickets.I also made tons of home made cookies and filled tins with them.If the receivers would return the tins to me before the New year,I'd refill them and send them back!
Now,I get real melincolly and retract myself from crowds.I don't participate in sending cards,I don't go to any parties and try to get a vacation set up to flee from home and go where there are folks who ,like myself,don't wish to celibrate.After all is said and done and the New Year celibrations are over,I begin to relax again and folcus more on everyday life.I don't hold the celibration and gatherings against anybody else and really,truly hope I colud feal comfortable and celibrate again but never feal comfortable enough to return there.The pain and anguish that Mom's death placed on my most inner soul has taken all the joy I had in celibrating the birth of Jesus Christ and sharing my unconditional love with others. Most of my closest friends who witnessed the drama and sorrow I had to live with understand this and except it for what it is. Others see it as a selfish,balsfimous,hatefull attitude and have either taken me off their list of friends or always try to change my attitude by trying to get me to come over and have some eggnog and sing Christmas carols. The last time I tried that,I wound up in the ER with an empty stomach I filled with 300 100MG phenabarbital tablets.By the time I got there,they had all desolved and I went out like a light for 5 days.That was back in'81.Since then,I have been completely cured of epilepsy through experimental brain surgery and no longer take phenobarbital.That doesn't mean I don't think about it anymore, I just try to keep myself from dwelling on it like I used to and avoiding the celebrations helps a lot.
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~She had told me all about her demise and made me promise not to tell a soul or she'd never talk to me again.
Chuck from what I can surmise, you have been dealt a handful. If I read your post correctly and your mom informed you of her impending suicide, I can only guess it was to PREVENT you from thinking it was your fault. But that is a terrible postion in which to put one's child.
In my opinion, you will never be able to celebrate Christmas and the New Year. Anyone who insists you can/do is a huge fool. I hope that your mom chose that day in the climax of her desperation and did not choose it pre-meditatively to screw-up everyone's holiday.
Chuck, now hear this: based on your body/brain chemisty and all you hve been put through by your family and relatives, I'd say you are coping rather well.
I send you light, love, peace and blessings and only ask in return that you forgive yourself and love yourself. G-d don't make junk. [But some men do have rather nice junk!]. You have friends in oh so many of us here in the club. You are not alone; and if this venue is theraputive for you, so be it.
My brand of "voo-doo" (religion) is interpreted to read that all things (but suicide) are forgiven. To me, even that is forgiven, but you get "punished" by having to come back to life again in another body to work out spiritiual issues.
Chuck, never give up. Life is 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration. I do beleive in the "final judgment" that we are only asked to make the best of what we are given and the obstacles the universe gives us. From following your posts, I see you have moved mountains to get where you are today, and have more inner resolve and strength than any other five average people. Try reading "A Course In Miracles" printed by "Foundation for Inner Peace", it is said to be the message of Jeebus, channeled by his spirit through others. It is not an easy read, but is said to be quite an eye-opener.
PEACE OUT!
Keep on truckin' baby!
Chuck from what I can surmise, you have been dealt a handful. If I read your post correctly and your mom informed you of her impending suicide, I can only guess it was to PREVENT you from thinking it was your fault. But that is a terrible postion in which to put one's child.
In my opinion, you will never be able to celebrate Christmas and the New Year. Anyone who insists you can/do is a huge fool. I hope that your mom chose that day in the climax of her desperation and did not choose it pre-meditatively to screw-up everyone's holiday.
Chuck, now hear this: based on your body/brain chemisty and all you hve been put through by your family and relatives, I'd say you are coping rather well.
I send you light, love, peace and blessings and only ask in return that you forgive yourself and love yourself. G-d don't make junk. [But some men do have rather nice junk!]. You have friends in oh so many of us here in the club. You are not alone; and if this venue is theraputive for you, so be it.
My brand of "voo-doo" (religion) is interpreted to read that all things (but suicide) are forgiven. To me, even that is forgiven, but you get "punished" by having to come back to life again in another body to work out spiritiual issues.
Chuck, never give up. Life is 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration. I do beleive in the "final judgment" that we are only asked to make the best of what we are given and the obstacles the universe gives us. From following your posts, I see you have moved mountains to get where you are today, and have more inner resolve and strength than any other five average people. Try reading "A Course In Miracles" printed by "Foundation for Inner Peace", it is said to be the message of Jeebus, channeled by his spirit through others. It is not an easy read, but is said to be quite an eye-opener.
PEACE OUT!
Keep on truckin' baby!
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