Here we go again. This time, Chip makes commentary about a couple that was sitting next to us in a bar, both in a very heated argument with each other. Chip overhears them and turns to me, saying:
Chip: "You know, HP Gunther would call that experimentally initiated potentialities of experience."
Me: "You know, B.B. Cosby would that an unfortunate situation of two people that should have another shot and get over it."
Apr 9, 2011
Apr 8, 2011
"Press ignore button"
5:04PM
Chip: courage is the acceptance of Being in spite of Non-Being
Chip: courage is the acceptance of Being in spite of Non-Being
Me: perfect, i'll be sure to ignore that for the future.
The Confrontational Chip
This is one of my favorite stories, because it deals with one of the very few times (maybe two, tops) that Chip has ever gotten confrontational with anyone. This time was probably one of the better times, because of two reasons:
1. He was clearly right
2. He got in a girl's face.
I don't condone man v. woman, but first of all, she started it and secondly she was the one that was wrong. Here's the background to the confrontation:
I went to Blur Bar to meet Chip. Naturally, I arrive first. (Funny if you know me). I go up to the bar, and order from a girl who I've never seen before. She's coming off as ditzy, aloof, and completely out of it. Clearly, she's on something. She made me a really good drink consisting of their pineapple-infused vodka and champagne and something else, I can't recall. It was delightful. So, by the time Chip arrives, I'm ready for another. So we go up to the bar together, and tell her I really enjoyed what she made me. She replies, "Okay, here." And pours me me a shot of just the pinapple vodka, nothing else. She's not making eye contact with neither Chip or me, staring off to the other end of the bar as she stands right in front of us. We try to get her attention. Ignored. Until I raise my voice a little, and she "snaps out" of her little drug-induced haze.
Chip: "Hey, can you make that specialty cocktail for her that you made a bit ago? She doesn't really like the vodka straight."
Bartender: "Ugh. What? Huh? I made you that."
(Looking at the glass of vodka over ice, I'm dumbfounded.)
Chip: "Look, she doesn't like it this way. Can you just make her the other thing?"
(she reluctantly gives in and makes my cocktail. After she put it down, Chip finally gets to inform her of the whole order, since she didn't care to listen the first time.)
Chip: "Oh, can I get a whiskey-ginger?"
Her: "God, you're needy."
Me and Chip: "WHAT?"
Chip: "Why, because I asked you to make a drink? You are a bartender, right?"
Her: "Yeah, what do you gotta say about it?"
(She then leans over towards us and gets directly in our face, almost jumping over the bar)
Chip: "I have plenty to say, like the fact that you have repressed feelings and the only way to relieve them is to lash out on others. Whatever someone has done to you in the past to hurt your ego, you have decided to let it run your entire being and how you interact with others."
At this point she's flipping, yelling "WHAT? WHAT DID YOU SAY?" And all I can do is hold Chip back, I can cut the tension with a knife. The entire confrontation ends with the bouncer coming over to ask what happened. We tell him. Five minutes later, it turns out she gets sent home, "sick."
Moral of the story: Call people out on their issues. Calmly. It will not help the situation one bit, but the passive-aggressive confrontation is absolutely one of the best things to watch.
1. He was clearly right
2. He got in a girl's face.
I don't condone man v. woman, but first of all, she started it and secondly she was the one that was wrong. Here's the background to the confrontation:
I went to Blur Bar to meet Chip. Naturally, I arrive first. (Funny if you know me). I go up to the bar, and order from a girl who I've never seen before. She's coming off as ditzy, aloof, and completely out of it. Clearly, she's on something. She made me a really good drink consisting of their pineapple-infused vodka and champagne and something else, I can't recall. It was delightful. So, by the time Chip arrives, I'm ready for another. So we go up to the bar together, and tell her I really enjoyed what she made me. She replies, "Okay, here." And pours me me a shot of just the pinapple vodka, nothing else. She's not making eye contact with neither Chip or me, staring off to the other end of the bar as she stands right in front of us. We try to get her attention. Ignored. Until I raise my voice a little, and she "snaps out" of her little drug-induced haze.
Chip: "Hey, can you make that specialty cocktail for her that you made a bit ago? She doesn't really like the vodka straight."
Bartender: "Ugh. What? Huh? I made you that."
(Looking at the glass of vodka over ice, I'm dumbfounded.)
Chip: "Look, she doesn't like it this way. Can you just make her the other thing?"
(she reluctantly gives in and makes my cocktail. After she put it down, Chip finally gets to inform her of the whole order, since she didn't care to listen the first time.)
Chip: "Oh, can I get a whiskey-ginger?"
Her: "God, you're needy."
Me and Chip: "WHAT?"
Chip: "Why, because I asked you to make a drink? You are a bartender, right?"
Her: "Yeah, what do you gotta say about it?"
(She then leans over towards us and gets directly in our face, almost jumping over the bar)
Chip: "I have plenty to say, like the fact that you have repressed feelings and the only way to relieve them is to lash out on others. Whatever someone has done to you in the past to hurt your ego, you have decided to let it run your entire being and how you interact with others."
At this point she's flipping, yelling "WHAT? WHAT DID YOU SAY?" And all I can do is hold Chip back, I can cut the tension with a knife. The entire confrontation ends with the bouncer coming over to ask what happened. We tell him. Five minutes later, it turns out she gets sent home, "sick."
Moral of the story: Call people out on their issues. Calmly. It will not help the situation one bit, but the passive-aggressive confrontation is absolutely one of the best things to watch.
Chipisms: GChat Philosphy
Chip and I talk on Gmail chat pretty often. I'll give them to you as I get them from him.
10:37 AM
Chip: self-cherishing is a form of extreme neurosis.
10:38 AM
Me: It's too early, don't start. Have you fed the cat?
...and later....
10:44 AM Chip: so, there is this philosopher alan badou, who talks about the essentail human condition. So, he uses this analogy of two children in a sandbox, but there is only one toy in the sandbox, and one of the children grabs it. But what Badou says it's not the actual toy that the child wants--it's the "other child's" desire. It wants to consume the other persons desire, just because they desire it. It is an essential human predicament.
10:47 AM Chip: Firmly rooted in our attempt to establish why human beings can't be good.
10:48 AM Me: I knew this kid once that pooped in the sandbox. Talk about human predicament. I would hate to clean that up.
10:37 AM
Chip: self-cherishing is a form of extreme neurosis.
10:38 AM
Me: It's too early, don't start. Have you fed the cat?
...and later....
10:44 AM Chip: so, there is this philosopher alan badou, who talks about the essentail human condition. So, he uses this analogy of two children in a sandbox, but there is only one toy in the sandbox, and one of the children grabs it. But what Badou says it's not the actual toy that the child wants--it's the "other child's" desire. It wants to consume the other persons desire, just because they desire it. It is an essential human predicament.
10:47 AM Chip: Firmly rooted in our attempt to establish why human beings can't be good.
10:48 AM Me: I knew this kid once that pooped in the sandbox. Talk about human predicament. I would hate to clean that up.
Chipisms: Sports
A few things I get to hear weekly. This conversation happened as we watched the NCAA Final Four, where our alma mater, VCU was playing. Somehow, even Chip can turn a sports event into a hell realm of intelligent comments that have no bearing on what we're doing at the moment. A few key quotes from that lovely Saturday at a bar:
"Who is everyone, and what does he mean by forever?"
"Lost on matter: That's what the Gnostic's would say."
"You know, you might want to look up 'fides' and how the Greek interpret it. Also, go read up on St. Thomas Aquinas."
I'm not even going to touch the last comment, because it seems so overly vague. Just go read up on St. Thomas Aquinas? Chip, you makes it sound so easy.
Now, where's my damn Encyclopedia Britannica...
"Who is everyone, and what does he mean by forever?"
"Lost on matter: That's what the Gnostic's would say."
"You know, you might want to look up 'fides' and how the Greek interpret it. Also, go read up on St. Thomas Aquinas."
I'm not even going to touch the last comment, because it seems so overly vague. Just go read up on St. Thomas Aquinas? Chip, you makes it sound so easy.
Now, where's my damn Encyclopedia Britannica...
"Second Life"
I hope to do several posts a week containing snippets of our conversations. The first post is the one that most recently comes to mind. Just last night, we discussed the fact that he bought Rayban Wayfarers with gradient lenses. Yes, GRADIENT. I joked to him that only girls should wear those, and he should have listened to me and ordered the all black ones. Of course, he didn't listen and now he's sending back the ones he ordered to get what I had suggested to him in the first place.
Me: "When are you going to learn to listen to me?"
Chip: "Can it wait until our second life together?"
Me: "What if we don't have another life together?"
Chip: "Of course we will. We're going to do this over and over again for eternity."
Me: "So, technically this life now, could be our second, or third or fourth life together already. And what if you promised to listen to me in the last life we had? Yeah. Don't go there."
Chip: Silence. "Oh damn."
Me: "When are you going to learn to listen to me?"
Chip: "Can it wait until our second life together?"
Me: "What if we don't have another life together?"
Chip: "Of course we will. We're going to do this over and over again for eternity."
Me: "So, technically this life now, could be our second, or third or fourth life together already. And what if you promised to listen to me in the last life we had? Yeah. Don't go there."
Chip: Silence. "Oh damn."
Apr 7, 2011
About this blog
I unknowingly married a true philosopher. No, wait. Don't get me wrong: I knew he was going for a PhD in Religious Studies and Philosophy. After all, his undergrad and Master's are in Religious studies and Philosophy. What I didn't know, was how it would turn out to be a hilarious dynamic of misunderstandings, confusion, rants, raves and laughter.
I titled this blog, The Philosopher and the Princess. I'm really NOT a princess, just don't ask my mother to verify that. However, I am admittedly Western-minded. To someone studying Asian philosophy, you can only imagine how absolutely incredible our conversations wind up. I understand everything he says, and most of the time, I just change the subject before a rant ensues. Our ongoing joke in the house is, he recites something he learned and I ask him how my hair looks.
This blog is dedicated to my husband, Chip. For being not-so-quietly brilliant, for repeating things enough times to me that I'm starting to learn and retain some of your knowledge, and for finally, having the patience to deal with a wife who would rather discuss politics and celebrity gossip rather than Samsara and "I-Am-ness."
Enjoy.
I titled this blog, The Philosopher and the Princess. I'm really NOT a princess, just don't ask my mother to verify that. However, I am admittedly Western-minded. To someone studying Asian philosophy, you can only imagine how absolutely incredible our conversations wind up. I understand everything he says, and most of the time, I just change the subject before a rant ensues. Our ongoing joke in the house is, he recites something he learned and I ask him how my hair looks.
This blog is dedicated to my husband, Chip. For being not-so-quietly brilliant, for repeating things enough times to me that I'm starting to learn and retain some of your knowledge, and for finally, having the patience to deal with a wife who would rather discuss politics and celebrity gossip rather than Samsara and "I-Am-ness."
Enjoy.
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