2010/09/20 New York
Minimum-security
True love
Paul Rudnick gives three helpful definitions of true love in the September 6 issue of the New Yorker:
“5. What is your definition of true love?
(a) Someone who doesn’t say “When I look at you, I want to vomit” on my birthday.
(b) A special feeling that makes me want to wash all the places people can see.
(c) Being able to finish each other’s sentences, at a minimum-security facility.”
I hesitate between A and C. But I’m convinced that we don’t need to search further for the definition of true love after Paul Rudnick’s article.
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The first time I became aware of the existence of Arnon , I started to cry and that for a long period of time . I was completely heartbroken and inconsolable.
The good thing is: I'm slowly recovering.
The good thing is: I'm slowly recovering.
I wonder what definition of true love the girl in the - rather disturbing - picture has.
Fast of Yom Kippur
Seems really weird : why haven't you asked her cardiolog and physicians' opinion about fasting before YK and then called her Rav ( or an other rabbinical authorithy) who would have given you the details of how "not to fast" according to the jewish law if needed.Francette
Arnon's solution seems efficient and effective.Simon
The girl obviously doesn't love Paul Rudnick.@Simon Nak
A glass of water ? …
A glass of water ? …
I recognise myself in that picture in my existential phase.
It looks as if the girl is not actually throwing up but more like if she's eating whatever just came out. Een noodlesoepje.
Francette
I'm my mother's rabbi.Oeps , sorry, I meant 'existentialistic phase' wich is ofcourse also rather 'existential'.
True love vomits. If your stomach doesn't churn, you're not properly in love.
True love knocks you of your feet. Next to the stomach thing.
I agree Juliane. Years ago a guy I had laid my eyes on spoke to me for the first time and he said 'Hi' and a sense of warmth came from the bottom of my feet upwards and when it reached my head I vomitted right there and then between his feet. He held my hair while I continued and I ordered my friend to keep him away as I felt ashamed, but not too far away because I liked him. It was true love. It lasted 8 years. We're best friends now.
Hille and Juliane
To the best of my knowledge true love is not the same as food poisoning.Please read Paul Rudnick's article.
Indeed. I don't know many people who love food so much they'd rather see it twice.
Oh sorry Arnon. I did and enjoyed it. I get sidetracked easily.
Arnon
I read the article. And I will stick to my little not-to-be-taken-all-too-seriously remark that vomitting (or let's say "feeling a bit nauseous") when seeing a person doesn't necessarily mean you don't like them as Mr. Rudnick's amusing little line in your comment suggests.And as you know, dear Mr Grunberg, when it comes to vomitting I'm an expert.
Rabbi Arnon
There seem to be a lot of vomiting experts dwelling around Rabbi Arnon’s Blog of the Lost Souls. Count me in. Existentially.Falling in love with that girl on the photo, who is she?
beh, I'm not surprised!
cool! :)
I think it is realy so!
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