In his Sunday New York Times Editorial
He writes
Wouldn't it be a hoot if...
All of "Our" Politicians
were truer to their roots
(much like NASCAR drivers)
and proudly display all
(with patches of course)
corporations responsible
for funding their campaigns
God Bless Lobbyists
P.S.
Happy Belated Birthday
Ms Rachel White
"Once You Accept Others...for their looks, behavior, or beliefs...you start to tap into that personal state of tranquility, initiating a genuine reality of inner peace...that anger or resentment will never bring"
Monday, October 31, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill
A Fairly interesting documentary about the various relationships that form within a community observed by our story teller Mark Bittner...Our Protagonist...an unemployed musician...who makes friends with The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill
That is a neighborhood in San Fransisco, California
The next Film on my List of must watch Films is...
Incendies
A Belgium play, turned into a movie
It was made in Canada
Its a non linear story of the turmoil in the Middle East
"Inner peace can become a reality once you start to practice Forgiveness...this means you must let go of the past...leading down a road for correcting (y)OUR misperceptions"
That is a neighborhood in San Fransisco, California
The next Film on my List of must watch Films is...
Incendies
A Belgium play, turned into a movie
It was made in Canada
Its a non linear story of the turmoil in the Middle East
"Inner peace can become a reality once you start to practice Forgiveness...this means you must let go of the past...leading down a road for correcting (y)OUR misperceptions"
Thursday, October 27, 2011
The Power of your Will
Otherwise known as WillPower...
Interesting Observation from an article that I read today, people who Lack Self Control are perceived as Untrustworthy...whether you are dependable or not, if you give any indication or engage in any behavior that displays low self control...then this ultimately leads others to hold less trust.
If you want someones trust, then prove to them that you have self control!
Work on strengthening your Willpower!!!
The common trait with success is having the trust of those around you.
Those people that have placed their trust in me, have reaped the rewards I have shared in return! Always!
"Inner peace is IMPOSSIBLE without dilligence, disciple and patience...becoming tools for Wisdom...once mastered, growth will occur at its own deliberate rate...yielding a defined destiny!"
Interesting Observation from an article that I read today, people who Lack Self Control are perceived as Untrustworthy...whether you are dependable or not, if you give any indication or engage in any behavior that displays low self control...then this ultimately leads others to hold less trust.
If you want someones trust, then prove to them that you have self control!
Work on strengthening your Willpower!!!
The common trait with success is having the trust of those around you.
Those people that have placed their trust in me, have reaped the rewards I have shared in return! Always!
"Inner peace is IMPOSSIBLE without dilligence, disciple and patience...becoming tools for Wisdom...once mastered, growth will occur at its own deliberate rate...yielding a defined destiny!"
The Funniest Story of the Day
Never, and I MEAN
NEVER
Underestimate someone else's
STUPIDITY!!!
Meet this young Californian man who takes a bet from his "friends" (for One Hundred Do$$ars) that he can not fit into a Kiddie Swing?! Why are they even having this sort of debate!? Stugots declares that he will fit into the kiddie swing and "earn" himself $100!! He Lubes himself up with detergent and wiggles his way into this swing which is roughly the size of a hanging basket. With his grin...he proved them wrong...he wants his money!!!
"Only when you get out will you be handed your ca$h"$$$
Woops???
Our friend, who in theory is a little richer...can not manage to get out of this small swing. Screaming and Hollering, to their amusement...his friends abandon him.
Fast Track
9 hours later
A groundskeeper finds our friend, calls the fire department
The fellas in Red Bring our Protagonist to the Hospital
while still in the swing
only then, do they remove this clamp like swing off of our Buddy!
Its the little things in life,that bring me smirks and giggles!
"It is not what happens to you, but rather how you react to what has happened that matters most"
NEVER
Underestimate someone else's
STUPIDITY!!!
Meet this young Californian man who takes a bet from his "friends" (for One Hundred Do$$ars) that he can not fit into a Kiddie Swing?! Why are they even having this sort of debate!? Stugots declares that he will fit into the kiddie swing and "earn" himself $100!! He Lubes himself up with detergent and wiggles his way into this swing which is roughly the size of a hanging basket. With his grin...he proved them wrong...he wants his money!!!
"Only when you get out will you be handed your ca$h"$$$
Woops???
Our friend, who in theory is a little richer...can not manage to get out of this small swing. Screaming and Hollering, to their amusement...his friends abandon him.
Fast Track
9 hours later
A groundskeeper finds our friend, calls the fire department
The fellas in Red Bring our Protagonist to the Hospital
while still in the swing
only then, do they remove this clamp like swing off of our Buddy!
Its the little things in life,that bring me smirks and giggles!
"It is not what happens to you, but rather how you react to what has happened that matters most"
If This,
A journey that I have chronicled over the past thirteen months...was shared, face to face with each individual reader that has graced the channels that have been conjoined via our internet connectivity...
Then my passport would reveal (to date), fifty three different stamps.
A truly World Wide Community
The Fifty 2econd stamp would be a multicultural country that borders the Atlantic Ocean and the Indian Ocean...with E11even different languages recognized in its Constitution...this country is known to be home to some of the oldest archeological artifacts discovered. Fossil remains that date back three million years. The Republic of South Africa has been dubbed as the Cradle of Human-kind. Welcome my Southern readers!
Upon leaving the African continent, I would be entering the Middle East for the Fifty53rdThird Stamp...Welcome!
It is defined as a Jewish and Democratic state...the only one on the planet. It was partitioned from Palestine in 1947, and declared independent in 1948. Ever since then, Israel has been on constant turmoil with all surrounding Arab nations. WWRKS?
"Why can't we all just Get Along" - Rodney King after been beaten by the Police in Los Angeles
On a different, happier note (not that Rodney isn't a happy camper)...Halloween is just a few days away. Halloween happens to be the third most celebrated day in America.
Can you guess the First Two?
The tops on the list is a dead give away, it is New Years Eve!
The Second, is certainly one that goes under the Radar...not to me, since it fell around my birthday for almost two decades. I am a quiet, cerebral type of fellow...I am not one to welcome attention...therefore, i enjoyed the prospect of having my birthday around another celebrated day...that way, the attention was not on me! Although, my friends held a surprise birthday party for me when I turned Sixteen Years Old...The good Old Derelict days! The universal party I am referencing is...the Super Bowl.
New Years Eve, The Super Bowl and Halloween...the three Most celebrated days in the American Calendar. Its Funny to me, how much the American Culture parallels Paganistic type of practices. A party for everyone, on any given day...Hey whatever makes you happy...because when you're happy, and I'm happy...then we could all just get along!
Dalai says
"We will NEVER obtain peace in the outer world...until we make peace with ourselves first"
Then my passport would reveal (to date), fifty three different stamps.
A truly World Wide Community
The Fifty 2econd stamp would be a multicultural country that borders the Atlantic Ocean and the Indian Ocean...with E11even different languages recognized in its Constitution...this country is known to be home to some of the oldest archeological artifacts discovered. Fossil remains that date back three million years. The Republic of South Africa has been dubbed as the Cradle of Human-kind. Welcome my Southern readers!
Upon leaving the African continent, I would be entering the Middle East for the Fifty53rdThird Stamp...Welcome!
It is defined as a Jewish and Democratic state...the only one on the planet. It was partitioned from Palestine in 1947, and declared independent in 1948. Ever since then, Israel has been on constant turmoil with all surrounding Arab nations. WWRKS?
"Why can't we all just Get Along" - Rodney King after been beaten by the Police in Los Angeles
On a different, happier note (not that Rodney isn't a happy camper)...Halloween is just a few days away. Halloween happens to be the third most celebrated day in America.
Can you guess the First Two?
The tops on the list is a dead give away, it is New Years Eve!
The Second, is certainly one that goes under the Radar...not to me, since it fell around my birthday for almost two decades. I am a quiet, cerebral type of fellow...I am not one to welcome attention...therefore, i enjoyed the prospect of having my birthday around another celebrated day...that way, the attention was not on me! Although, my friends held a surprise birthday party for me when I turned Sixteen Years Old...The good Old Derelict days! The universal party I am referencing is...the Super Bowl.
New Years Eve, The Super Bowl and Halloween...the three Most celebrated days in the American Calendar. Its Funny to me, how much the American Culture parallels Paganistic type of practices. A party for everyone, on any given day...Hey whatever makes you happy...because when you're happy, and I'm happy...then we could all just get along!
Dalai says
"We will NEVER obtain peace in the outer world...until we make peace with ourselves first"
To Vow with Trust
A story that Jackie Shared with me today
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”
Jackie's story came from
Islamic Reflections
narrated by Nathan Persuassion
This story was particularly touching to my heart because i see a certain parallel to this fable and what I have witnessed with my parents. My father basically dramatically (as well as harshly and suddenly) abandoned my mother (fairly bitterly) and quickly remarried a woman whom he thought (or felt) he loved more.
My mother this past winter was in a severe state of health in a Hospital in NYC (Sloan Kettering)...yet my father would call her daily (sometimes multiple times a day). If there is character, then that accounts far beyond what any words could ever explain.
My feelings in general were in a weird place this past winter, which placed a cloudy fog over my state of emotions in more ways then you could imagine. My mother is still far from feeling safe from disease and misfortune...it seems for ever step she takes forward, she trips or falls three steps back...Yet my father still calls her each and every day.
"The self is NOT the individual body Or mind...but rather that aspect Deep Inside Each individual that knows their truth"
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”
Jackie's story came from
Islamic Reflections
narrated by Nathan Persuassion
This story was particularly touching to my heart because i see a certain parallel to this fable and what I have witnessed with my parents. My father basically dramatically (as well as harshly and suddenly) abandoned my mother (fairly bitterly) and quickly remarried a woman whom he thought (or felt) he loved more.
My mother this past winter was in a severe state of health in a Hospital in NYC (Sloan Kettering)...yet my father would call her daily (sometimes multiple times a day). If there is character, then that accounts far beyond what any words could ever explain.
My feelings in general were in a weird place this past winter, which placed a cloudy fog over my state of emotions in more ways then you could imagine. My mother is still far from feeling safe from disease and misfortune...it seems for ever step she takes forward, she trips or falls three steps back...Yet my father still calls her each and every day.
"The self is NOT the individual body Or mind...but rather that aspect Deep Inside Each individual that knows their truth"
Monday, October 24, 2011
Fierce Avid Appetites
Ef A (squared)
Why is it that the anticipated chase exceeds the satisfaction of the capture?
When desire transcends conquest...
Why?
A questioned posed to me by a very lovely young lady...her thrill to imprison the eye of the gentleman whom caught her hunger for infatuation. She reels him only to realize the passion and fixation wore off...catch and release...typically sailors release "fish" that are not mature enough...maybe my darling, thats not the fish you were looking to catch.
Chase is sport...sporting is fun
Life is fun...filled with urges
that we Must Immediately Satisfy...Yes?
A blistering necessity to feel Complete...avariciousness
an ongoing obsession for satisfaction...a continual pursuit for our everlasting happiness...
Felicity and Bliss...
Why can't we feel content with what we have...
Why do we ask for things that don't belong to us?
I guess its simple
The run we give the chase is what we ultimately want the most...?
Otherwise, why do we try so hard only to let up after we finish?
In my humble opinion...at the end of the chase is when the real effort and subsequent fulfillment of desire should start...and each day there after becomes just another nugg of treasure
Why is it that the anticipated chase exceeds the satisfaction of the capture?
When desire transcends conquest...
Why?
A questioned posed to me by a very lovely young lady...her thrill to imprison the eye of the gentleman whom caught her hunger for infatuation. She reels him only to realize the passion and fixation wore off...catch and release...typically sailors release "fish" that are not mature enough...maybe my darling, thats not the fish you were looking to catch.
Chase is sport...sporting is fun
Life is fun...filled with urges
that we Must Immediately Satisfy...Yes?
A blistering necessity to feel Complete...avariciousness
an ongoing obsession for satisfaction...a continual pursuit for our everlasting happiness...
Felicity and Bliss...
Why can't we feel content with what we have...
Why do we ask for things that don't belong to us?
I guess its simple
The run we give the chase is what we ultimately want the most...?
Otherwise, why do we try so hard only to let up after we finish?
In my humble opinion...at the end of the chase is when the real effort and subsequent fulfillment of desire should start...and each day there after becomes just another nugg of treasure
Angela Speaks to Me
and tells me...
"When you find that you are A Victim of...
Someones
Bitterness, shame, blame, rejection
Ignorance, negligence, judgement, threats
Smallness, inhibitions, abuse, mistrust
or
Insecurities...
Never Forget
that it could be worse...
You Can BE someone like them..."
"When you find that you are A Victim of...
Someones
Bitterness, shame, blame, rejection
Ignorance, negligence, judgement, threats
Smallness, inhibitions, abuse, mistrust
or
Insecurities...
Never Forget
that it could be worse...
You Can BE someone like them..."
Sunday, October 23, 2011
It was an Emotional Late Morning
Putting Life in Perspective, as to how delicate and short our time here is, as who we are...precious only begins to describe this...infinity is how we affect those close to us...Lucky sums up where we are! Fleeting is how long we have with each other...
Zachary's memory was shared amongst his family and friends at West Meadow Beach in Stony Brook. His sister Katharine gave an intensely passionate and very much genuinely nostalgic recollection describing her relationship with her brother...one that spanned Twenty Seven Years. Even though I never met Zachary, I felt as if I had known him since we were Six years old. In many ways Zachary reminds me of myself...He is playfully deviant, undeniably courageous, caring, sincere, supportive...Yet uniquely rebellious and feverishly aggressive with experiencing the boundaries that life can bring. Had roles been reversed and my sister been up there talking about me...she would certainly paint a similar picture. A funny dynamic exists between One Brother and his Younger sister.
My sense of grief that his family and friends are experiencing nearly overwhelmed me...Two Emotional speeches...No Doubt about it, Zachary was a very beloved man...touching the very souls of everyone who knew him...
May his family and friends find that inner strength and best cope with life...as Zach would say and do...rub some dirt on the wound and get yourself back up for the next fight!
Zachary's memory was shared amongst his family and friends at West Meadow Beach in Stony Brook. His sister Katharine gave an intensely passionate and very much genuinely nostalgic recollection describing her relationship with her brother...one that spanned Twenty Seven Years. Even though I never met Zachary, I felt as if I had known him since we were Six years old. In many ways Zachary reminds me of myself...He is playfully deviant, undeniably courageous, caring, sincere, supportive...Yet uniquely rebellious and feverishly aggressive with experiencing the boundaries that life can bring. Had roles been reversed and my sister been up there talking about me...she would certainly paint a similar picture. A funny dynamic exists between One Brother and his Younger sister.
My sense of grief that his family and friends are experiencing nearly overwhelmed me...Two Emotional speeches...No Doubt about it, Zachary was a very beloved man...touching the very souls of everyone who knew him...
May his family and friends find that inner strength and best cope with life...as Zach would say and do...rub some dirt on the wound and get yourself back up for the next fight!
Saturday, October 22, 2011
To My Original Group of Supporters
This very Small Group
of Individuals
that help sprout my creative soul
into the person that
I am becoming each and every day
...the very backbone
of each structured thought
This Goes out to that very Group
of Individuals
that help sprout my creative soul
into the person that
I am becoming each and every day
...the very backbone
of each structured thought
This Goes out to that very Group
Part No Way
...
Say Hi To Dauber
No Fat Worm,
in Thick Shit
can swim no further
Then a Stupid Dog
Out from a Window
All over a Sculpture...
Friday, October 21, 2011
To All Oenophiles that Dedicate Any of Their Time Reading What I Write
A year ago this month, I attended an Opus One Tasting at Stew Leonard's on the day I buried a relative of mine...I know life is cyclic...where there is death, there will come a rebirth. Just as the Sun disappears, the moon will rise to illuminate the dark heavens...
Eventually the sky will expand with bright lights come dawn, only then does the moon quietly vanish to the opposite side of the planet...
Cyclical...
Anyone up for Cakebread?
Last year was the first ever, in the State of New York that Cakebread was sampled for the public by a local business...
Jake Cakebread Forty Years ago followed his dream and bought into some property in Northern California.
His Cabernet will Immediately capture your attention with enticingly fresh forward fruit...strong aromas of black currant, blackberry and boysenberry flood your senses...suddenly seductively joined with hints of Chocolate and a small coffee roast...Completely saturating each breathe, slowly drifting your mind in an unpredictable sprawl to paradise...
The structure beautifully boasts intense dark cherry...vibrating delight onto your palate coupled with a chasm of concentrated cassis flavors balanced with supple well knit tannins...dramatically followed by a charmingly long slow dance to the finish...flavorful with fine acidity and savory mocha tones...Delightful...Elegant...Rich in Flavor and Taste...Come Join me for a Glass!
Cheers!
Eventually the sky will expand with bright lights come dawn, only then does the moon quietly vanish to the opposite side of the planet...
Cyclical...
Anyone up for Cakebread?
Last year was the first ever, in the State of New York that Cakebread was sampled for the public by a local business...
Jake Cakebread Forty Years ago followed his dream and bought into some property in Northern California.
His Cabernet will Immediately capture your attention with enticingly fresh forward fruit...strong aromas of black currant, blackberry and boysenberry flood your senses...suddenly seductively joined with hints of Chocolate and a small coffee roast...Completely saturating each breathe, slowly drifting your mind in an unpredictable sprawl to paradise...
The structure beautifully boasts intense dark cherry...vibrating delight onto your palate coupled with a chasm of concentrated cassis flavors balanced with supple well knit tannins...dramatically followed by a charmingly long slow dance to the finish...flavorful with fine acidity and savory mocha tones...Delightful...Elegant...Rich in Flavor and Taste...Come Join me for a Glass!
Cheers!
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Elizabeth told me to tell Every1
If you really do not Like
what comes out of my Mouth
Then
You
Certainly
Will Hate what's on my Mind
what comes out of my Mouth
Then
You
Certainly
Will Hate what's on my Mind
An excerpt from "Tuesdays with Morrie"
a book by Mitch Alborn
In many ways this book is the real life story of the reconnected relationship between the Author and his old mentor who is dying with ALS.
"So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning." (p.43)
We all look for the meaning of our life right?
Stop looking outward...and start understanding whats happening inward...
Find to love yourself and share that with the world!
In many ways this book is the real life story of the reconnected relationship between the Author and his old mentor who is dying with ALS.
"So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning." (p.43)
We all look for the meaning of our life right?
Stop looking outward...and start understanding whats happening inward...
Find to love yourself and share that with the world!
I Truly am Shocked
On a Day whereby over Eight8000Thousand readers have crossed paths with the words I have sent through Cyberspace...
A new visitor has been identified...
The Fifty F1rst country to visit is None other then the Islamic Republic of Iran, otherwise known as Persia...
Welcome
The word Iran, in Persian text means "land of Aryans"...I found that interesting...i find many things interesting, that most people don't...
The first Dynasty to arise in this area dates back a almost Five5000Thousand years. First identified (confirmed) human habitation dates as far back as 75,000 years ago...with the discovery of stone tools that have been dated as old as four400,000 hundred thousand years old. Historians believe that civilization began here centuries before the rise of Mesopotamia. In essence this could very well be seen as...The craddle of human history. Its an old interesting country...I just don't know if I will ever go visit anytime soon...I certainly am not planning on hiking their!
Or
Just Hear?
Plane Ole Anywere.
A new visitor has been identified...
The Fifty F1rst country to visit is None other then the Islamic Republic of Iran, otherwise known as Persia...
Welcome
The word Iran, in Persian text means "land of Aryans"...I found that interesting...i find many things interesting, that most people don't...
The first Dynasty to arise in this area dates back a almost Five5000Thousand years. First identified (confirmed) human habitation dates as far back as 75,000 years ago...with the discovery of stone tools that have been dated as old as four400,000 hundred thousand years old. Historians believe that civilization began here centuries before the rise of Mesopotamia. In essence this could very well be seen as...The craddle of human history. Its an old interesting country...I just don't know if I will ever go visit anytime soon...I certainly am not planning on hiking their!
Or
Just Hear?
Plane Ole Anywere.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Forgive me if I get a little Political
It came in the form of a Dream...we all dream when we sleep, right? We just don't always remember them. Well I remembered mine and I woke in a tizzy over what my dream spoke of, to me...
BofA, otherwise known as Bank of America...you know how i feel about bankers? Biggest bunch of crooks, sorry if I am offending any bank employees...it's the bankers on top that rip everyone off...that's who I am referencing. Anyhow, in my dream I was assessed a penalty fee because they suspected me of littering on their premises.....hhhmmmmm. The penalty I had to pay out? They collected my entire account. Thank goodness I am not a customer of BofA in the real world. Now, in my dream I am absolutely pissed off...
Let me tell you why!
In the real world, I am so anal retentive over garbage disposal management...I get into arguments with family and friends over their refusal to recycle. One major tick I had with how Kathryn managed her waste was her refusal to separate her recycles from her regular trash...but i never gave her a hard time over it. For the record, I bring my recycles home from work (or anywhere else i may be)...just to insure that they end up recycled!
So back to the BofA dream...
This bozo accuses me of littering and collects my account as his own. I demand to find a relevant supervisor to rectify the dispute...I find the "boss" and it's an old friend of mine. His name is Desmond O'Sullivan...
As an aside I haven't seen Desi in a decade plus! I have seen his sister Kaitlyn on rare occasions...she's grown into quite the beautiful woman...albeit a bit bizarre (from an over the top hippy sense)...nonetheless, I would date her in a heartbeat. I am always drawn to the beautiful, unique and Bizarre.
Back to Desi...
I think great, he is the boss and he knows me...he will see my point from a sensible standpoint and alleviate my troubles! Another side take on Desi...I would have never expected him to become a Corporate Slut...so it is odd that I placed him in a suit position in a bank I don't like.
So I tell Desi my dilemma, and that prick could care less...
As a matter of fact, he finds it funny that another accounts has become confiscated!
Thanks a lot Desi!
(Desi in Real Life would Never...nothing like stating the obvious)
So, he is in some board meeting with other "suits" (how I despise corporations), barking orders and chuckling out loud...
How indicative of how things have turned out. If our economy has run dry (and by stating our, its more or less the entire planets)...where is the money (I mean it does exist right?)...in the pockets of a character like Desi...the Bernie Madoffs of the world...hoarders.
I am shocked that BofA's stock skyrocket yesterday...absolutely shocked!
Maybe thats why I dreamt them? Does not explain Desi in a suit though? Desi definitely is the type to recycle!
I Hope you all have had better dreams!
BofA, otherwise known as Bank of America...you know how i feel about bankers? Biggest bunch of crooks, sorry if I am offending any bank employees...it's the bankers on top that rip everyone off...that's who I am referencing. Anyhow, in my dream I was assessed a penalty fee because they suspected me of littering on their premises.....hhhmmmmm. The penalty I had to pay out? They collected my entire account. Thank goodness I am not a customer of BofA in the real world. Now, in my dream I am absolutely pissed off...
Let me tell you why!
In the real world, I am so anal retentive over garbage disposal management...I get into arguments with family and friends over their refusal to recycle. One major tick I had with how Kathryn managed her waste was her refusal to separate her recycles from her regular trash...but i never gave her a hard time over it. For the record, I bring my recycles home from work (or anywhere else i may be)...just to insure that they end up recycled!
So back to the BofA dream...
This bozo accuses me of littering and collects my account as his own. I demand to find a relevant supervisor to rectify the dispute...I find the "boss" and it's an old friend of mine. His name is Desmond O'Sullivan...
As an aside I haven't seen Desi in a decade plus! I have seen his sister Kaitlyn on rare occasions...she's grown into quite the beautiful woman...albeit a bit bizarre (from an over the top hippy sense)...nonetheless, I would date her in a heartbeat. I am always drawn to the beautiful, unique and Bizarre.
Back to Desi...
I think great, he is the boss and he knows me...he will see my point from a sensible standpoint and alleviate my troubles! Another side take on Desi...I would have never expected him to become a Corporate Slut...so it is odd that I placed him in a suit position in a bank I don't like.
So I tell Desi my dilemma, and that prick could care less...
As a matter of fact, he finds it funny that another accounts has become confiscated!
Thanks a lot Desi!
(Desi in Real Life would Never...nothing like stating the obvious)
So, he is in some board meeting with other "suits" (how I despise corporations), barking orders and chuckling out loud...
How indicative of how things have turned out. If our economy has run dry (and by stating our, its more or less the entire planets)...where is the money (I mean it does exist right?)...in the pockets of a character like Desi...the Bernie Madoffs of the world...hoarders.
I am shocked that BofA's stock skyrocket yesterday...absolutely shocked!
Maybe thats why I dreamt them? Does not explain Desi in a suit though? Desi definitely is the type to recycle!
I Hope you all have had better dreams!
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
I've Told Eduardo
Now I might as well tell you
Excitingly disgusting is the inevitable beauty
of Worldly Stupidity!
For anyone wondering...and I know that there is plenty of speculation as to what in the Heck is actually crossing my mind...I'll make it real simple...
If you are intellectually squeamish...please look away you may be blinded with nonsensical confusion...trust, you will!
the
He or She...is
Who I would like to see navigate through these waters?
That person who holds a curiosity eye of an explorer coupled with the undeniable thirsty mind of a philosopher! Think of Magellan and Aristotle...
The feistiness of gladiator and the determination of an astronaut! A cross between Buzz Armstrong and Spartacus...
why is it then only men first come to mind when fame is in question...isn't there an old saying
"Behind every great man stands a great woman"
anyhow...
Who's taking me up on my offer?
Excitingly disgusting is the inevitable beauty
of Worldly Stupidity!
For anyone wondering...and I know that there is plenty of speculation as to what in the Heck is actually crossing my mind...I'll make it real simple...
If you are intellectually squeamish...please look away you may be blinded with nonsensical confusion...trust, you will!
the
He or She...is
Who I would like to see navigate through these waters?
That person who holds a curiosity eye of an explorer coupled with the undeniable thirsty mind of a philosopher! Think of Magellan and Aristotle...
The feistiness of gladiator and the determination of an astronaut! A cross between Buzz Armstrong and Spartacus...
why is it then only men first come to mind when fame is in question...isn't there an old saying
"Behind every great man stands a great woman"
anyhow...
Who's taking me up on my offer?
Nothing is Ever by Chance
Happiness is not found through happenstance in some future time, rather it arrives via your current design at your immediate destination...
Live Life with grit, spirit and inspiration...walk your path by intuition...let the eyes of this world lead you through revelations
Live with Vigor, what the world needs is for people to come alive...find what ignites you!
Live Life with grit, spirit and inspiration...walk your path by intuition...let the eyes of this world lead you through revelations
Live with Vigor, what the world needs is for people to come alive...find what ignites you!
Monday, October 17, 2011
Fifty Marks What?
Officially the Kingdom of Thailand, that's what...Friends on the opposite side of our planet have made the inquisitory examination into Human Dynamics!
Formerly known as Siam, located in South East Asia and bordered by Laos, Burma, Cambodia and Malaysia. Since it is a Kingdom, Thailand has a King who has dawned his crown since 1946...longest serving monarch on the planet currently. It is a country that sports Sixty Four million in population...and spatially speaking it is a country slightly larger then Spain. The dominant religion (over ninety five percent of their population) practice Buddhism. It is suspected that the original habitants of the area date back to the Paleolithic era of human history (40,000 years ago)...thats a long time, no?
FAST FORWARD to NOW
Welcome to our Blog!
P.S.
I LOVE
LOVE
LOVE
Thai food!!!
Formerly known as Siam, located in South East Asia and bordered by Laos, Burma, Cambodia and Malaysia. Since it is a Kingdom, Thailand has a King who has dawned his crown since 1946...longest serving monarch on the planet currently. It is a country that sports Sixty Four million in population...and spatially speaking it is a country slightly larger then Spain. The dominant religion (over ninety five percent of their population) practice Buddhism. It is suspected that the original habitants of the area date back to the Paleolithic era of human history (40,000 years ago)...thats a long time, no?
FAST FORWARD to NOW
Welcome to our Blog!
P.S.
I LOVE
LOVE
LOVE
Thai food!!!
Absolutely Delicious
Fate is faithful to its course, mysterious in how it presents itself...never on time, nor does it care how you feel...sometimes it conflicts you, other times it embraces your mood...yet it always seems to peek its head in every step we seem to take...for Good or for Bad, inevitable or not...welcome to the ever going, everlasting forward progress called fate.
Listen to me carefully, because I never like to repeat myself.
When "We" started our day, it was an hour or so later then I would have liked...the "We" being Joe, Giovanna and I! The What is simple, we went wine tasting (to where?) out on the East End of Long Island...why? Because the weather was great and the wine was even better! How did we get there? I drove, and I am a damn good driver!
Shinn in Mattituck was the initial destination...their basic red blend is surely better then most (if not all) basic red blends. Their table Merlot again better then the rest of the basic table Merlots...
Just for the record, Paul Giamatti's character in the Movie Sideways LOVES Merlot (how would I guess that?)...His 1961 Chateau Cheval Blanc wine that he treasured the MOST, as he should, is a MERLOT! To all Merlot haters out there...put that in your pipe and smoke it.
Back to our buddies at Shinn...the third tasting was of the Wild Boar Doe (a blend of Bordeaux varietals)...anyone thirsty yet? The final in the quartet was of their Petit Verdot...it was what it was...BIG, juicy, jammy, heavy...its the type of wine that will color your lips purple and it goes great with a Hot Dog. Too bad some of their finer wines were unfortunately unavailable for a tasting...Top to bottom their line of reds can compete with anyones. I leave with no wine, but I am holding three corks in my pocket!!! A nice tip whispered into my ear by the gorgeous trio pouring us our vino..."check out Mcall's Vineyard"...interesting, I know absolutely nothing about those folks, I'll keep my eyes open and my ears attentive for Mcall's...Off We Go...
Second destination is old reliable Pellegrini. Their Cabernet Franc was outstanding and their Encore never disappoints! We sipped our juice out on their seductive outdoor patio...the sun bathing our flesh, the wind's breeze cooling the Earth...Yesterday was truly beautiful. Giovanna recieves a message from her friends and it reads "Meet us at Mcall's"...destiny can find you, anywhere at anytime...it just so happens that we were sitting directly across the street...
but wait, we have one quick stop to make down the road...
Clovis Point, yes I had too and Yes they did had a solid product to sample. Their 2008 Syrah was drinking great by the time my lips met it on the brim of my chalice...the rest of their reds drank well enough...especially since they were paired with a cut of brie and a handful of crackers.
Now, finally...
The final destination on our informal tour was Mcall's! Never heard of it until these beautiful women of Shinn recommended it. Meet Mr Russ Mcall. He's an old timer, a real farmer. Probably his family business as far back as he can remember. Let me go on record as saying his 2007 Pinot Noir Reserve is the Best Pinot Noir that I have tried from Long Island. Great Job Russ! His Ben's Blend (Bordeaux Style Blend) happens to be Russ's best product for sale. I was completely charmed by Russ's vineyard. The tasting room was in his barn, he had tables in the stables (just in case I wanted to sit and sip). Cows hovering around and a large pile of shells out by my car. Even the drunk guy (with his three friends cheering him on) out back puttsying around with a one hundred thousand dollar Porche, attempting to unsuccessfully learn how to drive stick (grinding clutch and all) set an amicable ambiance...even if Russ was not feeling their love for stupidity. Nonetheless...everything was...Quiet, beautiful, serene...heavenly. Thank you Russ for ending my tour on such a wonderful note.
Its close to Six P.M. by now and we opted for some dinner...
Welcome Love Lane Kitchen in Mattituck. A three cheese platter to start. All three cheeses were fresh from the local cheese farm. The platter also boasted fresh crackers, some sour jam and a dollop of honey with herbs...all cute, as well as, delicious (I love that word). I followed it up with a bowl of sausage and potato soup (to die for!). My Dinner...Sausage Bolognsee with a thin flat long pasta (not quite linguini)...we ate everything with a bottle of Taste Red from Bedell...A wonderful full body pseudo Lond Island wine (why pseudo? Because you have California behind its creation...its all good though, because I Still Love going to Bedell and enjoying their wine...the vineyard sits on a breathtakingly scenic setting). By the time dinner wrapped up, I had witness the celebration of a young couple whom just agreed to marry each other and another Young woman celebrate her birthday (she was with seven of her friends).
All in all, a great day that was formed through a bet eight days earlier...Had the Jets won, my day may have been drastically different yesterday...I bet that I would not have even gone out East (but who knows what my fate would have been).
By The Way...
If I ever own a Vineyard
I would call it Absolutely Delicious!
Listen to me carefully, because I never like to repeat myself.
When "We" started our day, it was an hour or so later then I would have liked...the "We" being Joe, Giovanna and I! The What is simple, we went wine tasting (to where?) out on the East End of Long Island...why? Because the weather was great and the wine was even better! How did we get there? I drove, and I am a damn good driver!
Shinn in Mattituck was the initial destination...their basic red blend is surely better then most (if not all) basic red blends. Their table Merlot again better then the rest of the basic table Merlots...
Just for the record, Paul Giamatti's character in the Movie Sideways LOVES Merlot (how would I guess that?)...His 1961 Chateau Cheval Blanc wine that he treasured the MOST, as he should, is a MERLOT! To all Merlot haters out there...put that in your pipe and smoke it.
Back to our buddies at Shinn...the third tasting was of the Wild Boar Doe (a blend of Bordeaux varietals)...anyone thirsty yet? The final in the quartet was of their Petit Verdot...it was what it was...BIG, juicy, jammy, heavy...its the type of wine that will color your lips purple and it goes great with a Hot Dog. Too bad some of their finer wines were unfortunately unavailable for a tasting...Top to bottom their line of reds can compete with anyones. I leave with no wine, but I am holding three corks in my pocket!!! A nice tip whispered into my ear by the gorgeous trio pouring us our vino..."check out Mcall's Vineyard"...interesting, I know absolutely nothing about those folks, I'll keep my eyes open and my ears attentive for Mcall's...Off We Go...
Second destination is old reliable Pellegrini. Their Cabernet Franc was outstanding and their Encore never disappoints! We sipped our juice out on their seductive outdoor patio...the sun bathing our flesh, the wind's breeze cooling the Earth...Yesterday was truly beautiful. Giovanna recieves a message from her friends and it reads "Meet us at Mcall's"...destiny can find you, anywhere at anytime...it just so happens that we were sitting directly across the street...
but wait, we have one quick stop to make down the road...
Clovis Point, yes I had too and Yes they did had a solid product to sample. Their 2008 Syrah was drinking great by the time my lips met it on the brim of my chalice...the rest of their reds drank well enough...especially since they were paired with a cut of brie and a handful of crackers.
Now, finally...
The final destination on our informal tour was Mcall's! Never heard of it until these beautiful women of Shinn recommended it. Meet Mr Russ Mcall. He's an old timer, a real farmer. Probably his family business as far back as he can remember. Let me go on record as saying his 2007 Pinot Noir Reserve is the Best Pinot Noir that I have tried from Long Island. Great Job Russ! His Ben's Blend (Bordeaux Style Blend) happens to be Russ's best product for sale. I was completely charmed by Russ's vineyard. The tasting room was in his barn, he had tables in the stables (just in case I wanted to sit and sip). Cows hovering around and a large pile of shells out by my car. Even the drunk guy (with his three friends cheering him on) out back puttsying around with a one hundred thousand dollar Porche, attempting to unsuccessfully learn how to drive stick (grinding clutch and all) set an amicable ambiance...even if Russ was not feeling their love for stupidity. Nonetheless...everything was...Quiet, beautiful, serene...heavenly. Thank you Russ for ending my tour on such a wonderful note.
Its close to Six P.M. by now and we opted for some dinner...
Welcome Love Lane Kitchen in Mattituck. A three cheese platter to start. All three cheeses were fresh from the local cheese farm. The platter also boasted fresh crackers, some sour jam and a dollop of honey with herbs...all cute, as well as, delicious (I love that word). I followed it up with a bowl of sausage and potato soup (to die for!). My Dinner...Sausage Bolognsee with a thin flat long pasta (not quite linguini)...we ate everything with a bottle of Taste Red from Bedell...A wonderful full body pseudo Lond Island wine (why pseudo? Because you have California behind its creation...its all good though, because I Still Love going to Bedell and enjoying their wine...the vineyard sits on a breathtakingly scenic setting). By the time dinner wrapped up, I had witness the celebration of a young couple whom just agreed to marry each other and another Young woman celebrate her birthday (she was with seven of her friends).
All in all, a great day that was formed through a bet eight days earlier...Had the Jets won, my day may have been drastically different yesterday...I bet that I would not have even gone out East (but who knows what my fate would have been).
By The Way...
If I ever own a Vineyard
I would call it Absolutely Delicious!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
My Debt is Done
The third night brought me from my faithfully relaxing Yoga class...and thrusted me right in the middle of Octberfest! Dehydrated with pint in hand...I'm destined for trouble at this pace...Joe and I leave the beerfest.
I get out of my Yoga clothes, put on some nice green slacks with a sophisticated woolen white sweater...I undo my ponytail, my locks flow freely disguising the visage...incognito mode has been engaged.
Fifty minutes later, I return back to find some of the same faces and a handful of new ones...they all have one thing in common...with booze in hand, they are all flirting with their smiles and playfully jousting with their words...reeling each others interests with suggestive subtleties...I get quietly introduced to a brass and debonair young blonde...a brown fedora crowns her face, a piercing smile and sharp wit immediately greet me...Buena Daniella...charmed to meet you.
She's laying it out, telling Joe exactly how he needs to hear it. Raw, Brutal, Honest!!! Its a song and dance Joe knows all too well, somedays its an easier partner to masquerade with...but all in all, never the courteous partner...who ever told Joe that life is a slow paced dance? Why would he even believe it? Her artful words crashing like Gale force winds against the instinctual passive logic that drives Joe's soul...unrelenting to the desired serenity he seeks. As I told her...she has a low tolerance for BullShit! Freshly ingenious, this clever siren muscles her will, she crowds the dance floor with Courtney...smothering Joe, making a show for the rest of the world to witness in shock and envy...seducing onlookers, provoking a lack of inhibition. How far does their enchantment reach? Perhaps to the doe-like eyes of the short little shy blonde whom captured Joe's attention...immediately sending him into a state of unbareable infatuation...her name is Stacy...Hi Stacy, that is all it takes to start a conversation.
In exactly thirty minutes, the clock strikes midnight...I hug this charismatic temptress and bid her adieu
(but I do leave her one promise)
Today marks my first day to do what I want...the East End Wineries...one of my dearest group of friends...I see myself going to at least three destinations...
Pellegrini, perhaps one of the best Long Island vineyards
Try their Encore (its a wonderful Bordeaux style blend), Pfeifle Merlot is also amongst the tops for what Long Island offers.
Clovis Point, and its not only because I have too either...I had a charmingly cute experience their once...plus their wine does have potential.
Roanoake has a Ms Kyra Kenwood performing today...Good Luck Kyra!
other possibilities...
Shinn, because they are the best!
Baiting Hollow Farm, not only do they have the cutest pour girls, they also save animals (horses) with some of their profits!
and finally
Martha Clara because Leanne, is just awesome!
Cheers, and feel free to join Joe and I!
I get out of my Yoga clothes, put on some nice green slacks with a sophisticated woolen white sweater...I undo my ponytail, my locks flow freely disguising the visage...incognito mode has been engaged.
Fifty minutes later, I return back to find some of the same faces and a handful of new ones...they all have one thing in common...with booze in hand, they are all flirting with their smiles and playfully jousting with their words...reeling each others interests with suggestive subtleties...I get quietly introduced to a brass and debonair young blonde...a brown fedora crowns her face, a piercing smile and sharp wit immediately greet me...Buena Daniella...charmed to meet you.
She's laying it out, telling Joe exactly how he needs to hear it. Raw, Brutal, Honest!!! Its a song and dance Joe knows all too well, somedays its an easier partner to masquerade with...but all in all, never the courteous partner...who ever told Joe that life is a slow paced dance? Why would he even believe it? Her artful words crashing like Gale force winds against the instinctual passive logic that drives Joe's soul...unrelenting to the desired serenity he seeks. As I told her...she has a low tolerance for BullShit! Freshly ingenious, this clever siren muscles her will, she crowds the dance floor with Courtney...smothering Joe, making a show for the rest of the world to witness in shock and envy...seducing onlookers, provoking a lack of inhibition. How far does their enchantment reach? Perhaps to the doe-like eyes of the short little shy blonde whom captured Joe's attention...immediately sending him into a state of unbareable infatuation...her name is Stacy...Hi Stacy, that is all it takes to start a conversation.
In exactly thirty minutes, the clock strikes midnight...I hug this charismatic temptress and bid her adieu
(but I do leave her one promise)
Today marks my first day to do what I want...the East End Wineries...one of my dearest group of friends...I see myself going to at least three destinations...
Pellegrini, perhaps one of the best Long Island vineyards
Try their Encore (its a wonderful Bordeaux style blend), Pfeifle Merlot is also amongst the tops for what Long Island offers.
Clovis Point, and its not only because I have too either...I had a charmingly cute experience their once...plus their wine does have potential.
Roanoake has a Ms Kyra Kenwood performing today...Good Luck Kyra!
other possibilities...
Shinn, because they are the best!
Baiting Hollow Farm, not only do they have the cutest pour girls, they also save animals (horses) with some of their profits!
and finally
Martha Clara because Leanne, is just awesome!
Cheers, and feel free to join Joe and I!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Unsolicited response to what?
The colors of Fall
Yellow, Brown, Orange...Red
as the Chlorophyll dissipates
Green fades to Yellow
the original color of the foliage
everything around me slowly withers away into its natural hibernate state...
The natural cycle of life
another metamorphosis
for me, its day three of three
I barely survived the first night
Good music and Good company always helps
Yesterday, I did the unthinkable...I sacrificed self therapy (Yoga does wonders for the mind, body, spirit)...in favor of fulfilling my obligation to my wager to Joe. I met him for happy hour (which always seems to turn into hours). Being half deaf often gets me things I don't want...thank you very much. I am difficult to understand as is, even harder to deal with when there are these misunderstandings abound...nonetheless here is the pumpkin ale that I don't even want...
Seeing the demographic of my environments the past two evenings...a few thoughts cross my mind. My-my how does one lead such serious sophistication...the daunting life of a twenty-something year old. With the retro eighties look, simple lingo and poor text grammar...I can't wait what the next decade brings (assuming we all survive 2012)...The next group are those mid life folk. They basically break down in two types of characters (divorcees or curious seekers...both carry their unwanted baggage in their secret closets that they keep safely hidden behind many smoke and mirrors).
Being quiet carries its own advantages...neglect. I mostly go happily ignored...little do they know how closely I am aware of everything going on around. I am a natural magnet of eternal information (its the gift of a true introvert). I can close my eyes walk about the room knowing exactly who everyone is and what they represent...how lucky of me to be the record keeper. The third night is still my mystery to be experienced...those who seek to explore in search of a solution often miss the youthful exuberance of the joyful ride that life brings. Let me strap in and see where I am headed today...who will cross my path and what will be learned from the day...who have I not met yet today?
Yellow, Brown, Orange...Red
as the Chlorophyll dissipates
Green fades to Yellow
the original color of the foliage
everything around me slowly withers away into its natural hibernate state...
The natural cycle of life
another metamorphosis
for me, its day three of three
I barely survived the first night
Good music and Good company always helps
Yesterday, I did the unthinkable...I sacrificed self therapy (Yoga does wonders for the mind, body, spirit)...in favor of fulfilling my obligation to my wager to Joe. I met him for happy hour (which always seems to turn into hours). Being half deaf often gets me things I don't want...thank you very much. I am difficult to understand as is, even harder to deal with when there are these misunderstandings abound...nonetheless here is the pumpkin ale that I don't even want...
Seeing the demographic of my environments the past two evenings...a few thoughts cross my mind. My-my how does one lead such serious sophistication...the daunting life of a twenty-something year old. With the retro eighties look, simple lingo and poor text grammar...I can't wait what the next decade brings (assuming we all survive 2012)...The next group are those mid life folk. They basically break down in two types of characters (divorcees or curious seekers...both carry their unwanted baggage in their secret closets that they keep safely hidden behind many smoke and mirrors).
Being quiet carries its own advantages...neglect. I mostly go happily ignored...little do they know how closely I am aware of everything going on around. I am a natural magnet of eternal information (its the gift of a true introvert). I can close my eyes walk about the room knowing exactly who everyone is and what they represent...how lucky of me to be the record keeper. The third night is still my mystery to be experienced...those who seek to explore in search of a solution often miss the youthful exuberance of the joyful ride that life brings. Let me strap in and see where I am headed today...who will cross my path and what will be learned from the day...who have I not met yet today?
Friday, October 14, 2011
The Aquatic Perennial
The Sacred Lotus
Beautiful in its White and Hot pink hues...its seed can survive a millennium
This plant also has the rare ability to control its body temperature
in any climatic condition
A very intriguing plant, I know!
In Ancient Asia, it was the Divine symbol for
Virtues for Sexual Purity
and
Non-attachment
with unfolding pedals, illustrating the expansion of the soul
Beauty sprouting from mud...with much spiritual promise
Pure
from
Body
Speech
and
Mind
floating above attachment and desire
elegant, beautiful, perfection, purity, grace
...ideal
enlightenment, self-regeneration
rebirth
A Journey of Consciousness
from spiritual ignorance
to
perfection
through many rebirths
enduring many difficult and painful lessons
repairing past mistakes at every new life
facing consequences from every
Word, Thought or Action
with each new life
Given the opportunity to remove some of the past darkness
...stepping one life closer
to the highest of consciousness
becoming the most beautiful flower ever
Beautiful in its White and Hot pink hues...its seed can survive a millennium
This plant also has the rare ability to control its body temperature
in any climatic condition
A very intriguing plant, I know!
In Ancient Asia, it was the Divine symbol for
Virtues for Sexual Purity
and
Non-attachment
with unfolding pedals, illustrating the expansion of the soul
Beauty sprouting from mud...with much spiritual promise
Pure
from
Body
Speech
and
Mind
floating above attachment and desire
elegant, beautiful, perfection, purity, grace
...ideal
enlightenment, self-regeneration
rebirth
A Journey of Consciousness
from spiritual ignorance
to
perfection
through many rebirths
enduring many difficult and painful lessons
repairing past mistakes at every new life
facing consequences from every
Word, Thought or Action
with each new life
Given the opportunity to remove some of the past darkness
...stepping one life closer
to the highest of consciousness
becoming the most beautiful flower ever
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Kudos to Ms Victoria
This farcical Muse has had her fair share of run ins with witless highbrows...none more apparent then the self humoring Andrew Meyer...whom not only opted to ignore service etiquette and deny Ms Liss of her well deserved Tip...rather he chose the route of a scorned lover and needlessly insult our Vixen
he stated on his tab
"You could stand to loose a few pounds"
His EXACT words handwritten underneath a big fat zero
loose lips sink ships Andrew
Welcome to your fifteen minutes
Don't lose any sleep over it
twelve minutes are already up
before you know it, you'll be a distant memory
very few folk are remembered
BUT...how impressed is your lady friend with your drawn attention
I bet she loves how you skipped on a tip while on your date
And Ms Liss, how clever to expose and inform everyone of how selfish rudeness runs amok, among so many in our communities. For every ten Andrews you'll find one protagonist...there are still some good folk out there!
This is Captain Patrick Benson
and tonight I will serve my first of three nights out
as per my penalty
for losing a bet
this past Sunday
Open Mic night
down at the Port Side Pub
he stated on his tab
"You could stand to loose a few pounds"
His EXACT words handwritten underneath a big fat zero
loose lips sink ships Andrew
Welcome to your fifteen minutes
Don't lose any sleep over it
twelve minutes are already up
before you know it, you'll be a distant memory
very few folk are remembered
BUT...how impressed is your lady friend with your drawn attention
I bet she loves how you skipped on a tip while on your date
And Ms Liss, how clever to expose and inform everyone of how selfish rudeness runs amok, among so many in our communities. For every ten Andrews you'll find one protagonist...there are still some good folk out there!
This is Captain Patrick Benson
and tonight I will serve my first of three nights out
as per my penalty
for losing a bet
this past Sunday
Open Mic night
down at the Port Side Pub
Laura told me today
that
One of Life's Greatest challenges is
finding someone
whom knows
ALL your
Flaws
Differences
and Mistakes
and Yet still
and always will
see
the
Best in
You
also...
One of Life's Greatest challenges is
finding someone
whom knows
ALL your
Flaws
Differences
and Mistakes
and Yet still
and always will
see
the
Best in
You
also...
IF
you didn't hear it with your own ears
Or
see it with your own two eyes
(and even then, through any misinterpretation...could you misconstrue what you're hearing or seeing)*
Try your best Not to
Invent it from small thoughts
Worse yet, go on and
Spread it with a big mouth
How delicious is that?
Thank you for your wisdom Laura!
Cheers!
Or
see it with your own two eyes
(and even then, through any misinterpretation...could you misconstrue what you're hearing or seeing)*
Try your best Not to
Invent it from small thoughts
Worse yet, go on and
Spread it with a big mouth
How delicious is that?
Thank you for your wisdom Laura!
Cheers!
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Take the Opportunity to experience the sacred unity Opening you to your Destiny
I view myself as a realist...I need facts and data...results through repetition. My mind is scientific, not that I scoff at the romanticism of chance and intrigue...rather I look for root and substance...logic and reason. Mathematically predicting probable outcomes...expected endpoints.
Last Night...
I left my Yoga session ten minutes later then I wanted...
Traffic out of the parking lot, down to Nicholls went quick and smoothe...
quicker then normal!
I got stuck behind a slow truck at the 347 junction...
slight delay
Zoomed my way down to middle country road...
slow driver holds me up...
I miss catching the green light to head east on middle country...
wait, wait, wait...
Green!
Go!
I'm down the road, I have one stop to make before I get home...
My library...
I pull up to th intersection to turn onto bicycle path
(the cross road for my Library)
There in front of me
laid a freshly crushed motorcycle
It appeared to be dropped from an airplane
Completely smashed
Somebody lays dying right in front of me...
Cars are pulling over, inquisitive onlookers
stopping to catch a glimpse of the reaper
Morbid Curiosity...so grim
I leave...
no need to end my day on this note
Destiny is a funny thing, had I left ten minutes sooner as I wanted too...
I could have been that small distraction that delayed this man from turning his motorcycle through this intersection
The Ripples of life...
we affect so many
in different ways
We all make a difference!
Always
To this stranger
whose path just missed mine...
Blessed Be and may your Soul Rest in Peace
P.S.
When I am Remembered in a Heart...My heart never forgets
Nor does it ever regret
When you walk to me...I run to you
No matter the distance
life is short...live it. love is rare...grab it. anger is negative...dump it. fear is awful...fight it. memories are precious...treasure them!
Last Night...
I left my Yoga session ten minutes later then I wanted...
Traffic out of the parking lot, down to Nicholls went quick and smoothe...
quicker then normal!
I got stuck behind a slow truck at the 347 junction...
slight delay
Zoomed my way down to middle country road...
slow driver holds me up...
I miss catching the green light to head east on middle country...
wait, wait, wait...
Green!
Go!
I'm down the road, I have one stop to make before I get home...
My library...
I pull up to th intersection to turn onto bicycle path
(the cross road for my Library)
There in front of me
laid a freshly crushed motorcycle
It appeared to be dropped from an airplane
Completely smashed
Somebody lays dying right in front of me...
Cars are pulling over, inquisitive onlookers
stopping to catch a glimpse of the reaper
Morbid Curiosity...so grim
I leave...
no need to end my day on this note
Destiny is a funny thing, had I left ten minutes sooner as I wanted too...
I could have been that small distraction that delayed this man from turning his motorcycle through this intersection
The Ripples of life...
we affect so many
in different ways
We all make a difference!
Always
To this stranger
whose path just missed mine...
Blessed Be and may your Soul Rest in Peace
P.S.
When I am Remembered in a Heart...My heart never forgets
Nor does it ever regret
When you walk to me...I run to you
No matter the distance
life is short...live it. love is rare...grab it. anger is negative...dump it. fear is awful...fight it. memories are precious...treasure them!
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Take the opportunity to...
...feel humbled
by a wave
of DiVine Power
and
Abundance flowing
Over and Through
you...
opening a path that invites you to make a greater Commitment to your life's
various disguises of love...
whether inward and/or outward
through the revelation of beauty our heart will be resurrected
burn with power
illuminate with a delightful elegance
touched by your inner strength and remind yourself of your mortality
touched by flawless perfection...your heart remembers its communion
Let the small self pass on through
by a wave
of DiVine Power
and
Abundance flowing
Over and Through
you...
opening a path that invites you to make a greater Commitment to your life's
various disguises of love...
whether inward and/or outward
through the revelation of beauty our heart will be resurrected
burn with power
illuminate with a delightful elegance
touched by your inner strength and remind yourself of your mortality
touched by flawless perfection...your heart remembers its communion
Let the small self pass on through
Monday, October 10, 2011
Everyone Has Questions of...
Free Will
Fate
Soul Mates
Success
Pre-defined Destinies abound...
If I were a fortune teller I might have your answers
but
Since, I don't even believe in mystiscm
(you could throw in witch craft too)
you won't find any such answers with me
Where would you find them?
in the back of a magazine
at the movie theatre
out in the garden
perhaps at the deli
You find your answers within Yourself
and you follow them up with which path you choose
convergence
chance
opportunity
at this point, hopefully you are at the right place at the right time
and best of all
You'll recognize the moment
your opportunity
and Take Full Advantage
This Very Moment
is much like a Sword...
Gentle cold Steel
against your soft touch
Yet with an extremely Sharp Edge...
Handle this moment gently
and
you go unharmed...
Handle it clumsily
and you'll feel its cutting edge!
Fate
Soul Mates
Success
Pre-defined Destinies abound...
If I were a fortune teller I might have your answers
but
Since, I don't even believe in mystiscm
(you could throw in witch craft too)
you won't find any such answers with me
Where would you find them?
in the back of a magazine
at the movie theatre
out in the garden
perhaps at the deli
You find your answers within Yourself
and you follow them up with which path you choose
convergence
chance
opportunity
at this point, hopefully you are at the right place at the right time
and best of all
You'll recognize the moment
your opportunity
and Take Full Advantage
This Very Moment
is much like a Sword...
Gentle cold Steel
against your soft touch
Yet with an extremely Sharp Edge...
Handle this moment gently
and
you go unharmed...
Handle it clumsily
and you'll feel its cutting edge!
Rule Number#74
Never and I mean Never
Ever
Lose to a guy named Whitehurst
regardless of what their first name is!
Cell Phones
Digital Cameras
Music Players
Television
Computers
and
Appliances
still draw power whenever they're plugged into an outlet
Regardless of whether
they're fully charged
on standby
or
turned off
basically, unplug when you're not using any such items and you'll help conserve just a little bit of energy...every little bit counts, you may not change the world But you can make a dent!
Quite different from Number#73, don't you think?
Ever
Lose to a guy named Whitehurst
regardless of what their first name is!
Cell Phones
Digital Cameras
Music Players
Television
Computers
and
Appliances
still draw power whenever they're plugged into an outlet
Regardless of whether
they're fully charged
on standby
or
turned off
basically, unplug when you're not using any such items and you'll help conserve just a little bit of energy...every little bit counts, you may not change the world But you can make a dent!
Quite different from Number#73, don't you think?
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Disclaimer*
My Blog that I share with everyone willing to read it, may contain some sarcasm and wit...certainly controversy...they are of my opinions and insights which I perceive as truths...Some of my thoughts and words may be unintentionally the underlying element(s) to induce offense, some confusion at times, incite with anger or provoke annoyance and/or a variety of other unpleasant emotional states...Sorry, don't read it if this is you. (I am also humored by those who continually respond to me and ask to be excommunicated!)
Or, just take it as is...
someone's opinion
Mine
my Opinions
Through Artful Expression
In a recent email I was falsely accused of having a "self proclaimed prophet mentality"...I think the word pathic was there too...
If only I have any sort of Divine Guidance to share...which I never had...Ever! I don't even go to church or temple...or anywhere...Ever. I have been kicked out of all religious groups, gangs, cults, clubs, etc...
Does this make me a bad person?
I don't think so. The religious enthusiast who may go around thieving and hurting, yet denounces to their spiritual leader their "sinful" acts is a much higher threat to everyone then I will ever be...ever.
I am not even trying to lead anyone...aren't prophets leaders? I let everyone make up their own minds...but I only hope that better judgement is used...sometimes, many times actually people get it wrong. Some people can learn from it...Explore for the Truth!
If I am to label my body of work I would undoubtably say that I AM an Opinionated Satirist...Hhhhmmmm, how do you like them apples?
Prophets have contact with divinity and the supernatural...
I have contact with people, many people...Daily...i get to hear many stories and angles...notice I did not write angels?
Prophets serves as intermediaries between deities and humanity...
I am simply an observer of everyone in my vicinity (sometimes the media)...I hear everyones story, their plights, fights and dilemmas...this is my catalyst, my source of inspiration...You and everyone around Me!
Prophets have Prophecies...
I Have family, co-workers, friends and a Cat named C.C...and a whole bunch of wild stories accrued by so many ranging from the present...all the way back to the past.
The stories and lessons are pasted on...to you. In many ways this literary work embodies an analysis of Human Vices and Follies...sometimes I may ridicule or at other times scorn. Trenchant wit, irony or sarcasm may be used to Expose and Discredit these vices and follies. Other times, I just offer alternate routes in the connectivity of humanity. Just Opinions, my opinions...and you know what they say about opinions...
Some Stories are Vigorously Effective...inevitably Penetrating
while others are serene, quiet or quaint...
some are simple and short
sometimes downright shallow...
But I do Love to steak my bite in depth...therein always lies substance and character...
I've been accused of being boring, uninteresting and unenetertaining...What would Joe Pesce say about that? I was also called Bizarre...which my aim at times is to give that impression...case in point I have no internet or cable connection to where I live. Personally I find people that watch a lot of Television or live on the internet as boring...don't you? (unless of course you're reading THIS blogs of course)*
Have I nauseated anyone yet? Today? Yesterday? Tomorrow perhaps? May be one or two folk...I can't please everyone, all the time (not even some of the time...thats life).
Or, just take it as is...
someone's opinion
Mine
my Opinions
Through Artful Expression
In a recent email I was falsely accused of having a "self proclaimed prophet mentality"...I think the word pathic was there too...
If only I have any sort of Divine Guidance to share...which I never had...Ever! I don't even go to church or temple...or anywhere...Ever. I have been kicked out of all religious groups, gangs, cults, clubs, etc...
Does this make me a bad person?
I don't think so. The religious enthusiast who may go around thieving and hurting, yet denounces to their spiritual leader their "sinful" acts is a much higher threat to everyone then I will ever be...ever.
I am not even trying to lead anyone...aren't prophets leaders? I let everyone make up their own minds...but I only hope that better judgement is used...sometimes, many times actually people get it wrong. Some people can learn from it...Explore for the Truth!
If I am to label my body of work I would undoubtably say that I AM an Opinionated Satirist...Hhhhmmmm, how do you like them apples?
Prophets have contact with divinity and the supernatural...
I have contact with people, many people...Daily...i get to hear many stories and angles...notice I did not write angels?
Prophets serves as intermediaries between deities and humanity...
I am simply an observer of everyone in my vicinity (sometimes the media)...I hear everyones story, their plights, fights and dilemmas...this is my catalyst, my source of inspiration...You and everyone around Me!
Prophets have Prophecies...
I Have family, co-workers, friends and a Cat named C.C...and a whole bunch of wild stories accrued by so many ranging from the present...all the way back to the past.
The stories and lessons are pasted on...to you. In many ways this literary work embodies an analysis of Human Vices and Follies...sometimes I may ridicule or at other times scorn. Trenchant wit, irony or sarcasm may be used to Expose and Discredit these vices and follies. Other times, I just offer alternate routes in the connectivity of humanity. Just Opinions, my opinions...and you know what they say about opinions...
Some Stories are Vigorously Effective...inevitably Penetrating
while others are serene, quiet or quaint...
some are simple and short
sometimes downright shallow...
But I do Love to steak my bite in depth...therein always lies substance and character...
I've been accused of being boring, uninteresting and unenetertaining...What would Joe Pesce say about that? I was also called Bizarre...which my aim at times is to give that impression...case in point I have no internet or cable connection to where I live. Personally I find people that watch a lot of Television or live on the internet as boring...don't you? (unless of course you're reading THIS blogs of course)*
Have I nauseated anyone yet? Today? Yesterday? Tomorrow perhaps? May be one or two folk...I can't please everyone, all the time (not even some of the time...thats life).
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Every One has A Say, whats yours?
Walking out and about today, on a Jewish Holiday...Yom Kippur...A day of self reflection...I could not help but think over my history over the last Three300HundredandSixty65five days. What type of individual have I been? Am I worthy for One More Year?
I have done some good, plenty good actually to many people. Some I know, others I don't...but to me it never matters if I know the person or not. If I can help, and they seem to have a need (are they a good person?)...can I help them? I do when I can, If I can with what I have to offer.
Always.
Its who I am.
The not so good. There is only one that sticks out...Well its Kathryn, she who wishes to wash me away from her memory...have I warranted this? She refused to meet and discuss her feelings...am I left to self speculate her perspective (she's basically told me to die not knowing)? She refuses to acknowledge the peace pipe I have extended her...because? She may fear a change in her collective consciousness? Am I wrong in thinking of these possibilities of rectifying past discretions?
Seventy Five Hundred people
in
Forty Nine areas in the world
Who thinks what?
Share, please tell.
She has needlessly threatened me...
why
when she can just Hash Things Out
one on one
its how I work best...
know thyself Kathryn
I know who I am, please make an effort
figure this
I Believe in peace
Balance
between person
between animal
between nature
between everywhere
and everything
P.S. Kathryn's words to me
she is always sincere,
even when she doesn't mean it!
I have done some good, plenty good actually to many people. Some I know, others I don't...but to me it never matters if I know the person or not. If I can help, and they seem to have a need (are they a good person?)...can I help them? I do when I can, If I can with what I have to offer.
Always.
Its who I am.
The not so good. There is only one that sticks out...Well its Kathryn, she who wishes to wash me away from her memory...have I warranted this? She refused to meet and discuss her feelings...am I left to self speculate her perspective (she's basically told me to die not knowing)? She refuses to acknowledge the peace pipe I have extended her...because? She may fear a change in her collective consciousness? Am I wrong in thinking of these possibilities of rectifying past discretions?
Seventy Five Hundred people
in
Forty Nine areas in the world
Who thinks what?
Share, please tell.
She has needlessly threatened me...
why
when she can just Hash Things Out
one on one
its how I work best...
know thyself Kathryn
I know who I am, please make an effort
figure this
I Believe in peace
Balance
between person
between animal
between nature
between everywhere
and everything
P.S. Kathryn's words to me
she is always sincere,
even when she doesn't mean it!
Friday, October 7, 2011
Why are the Same Thr3e
Russian Hackers visiting this Blog all week long?
Sixteen Visits guys?
Come on...what do you expect to find on Long Island?
About the only point of interest you might have where I live is our Vodka Distillery...It is known as LIV
Long Island Vodka
and its located directly next to
Baiting Hollow Farm Vineyard
and Yes
I like that Vineyard
its a rescue society for Horses that are about to be put down
Great cause!
Sixteen Visits guys?
Come on...what do you expect to find on Long Island?
About the only point of interest you might have where I live is our Vodka Distillery...It is known as LIV
Long Island Vodka
and its located directly next to
Baiting Hollow Farm Vineyard
and Yes
I like that Vineyard
its a rescue society for Horses that are about to be put down
Great cause!
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Who is Lori Berenson?
The Truth in Each Moment
When you are drawn to this Pathway, take the opportunity to make Space for the Amount of Divine Life Energy you are able to embody at this moment, and experience this as your "truth" in this moment
Even though I have been read in Peru, I do not believe that Lori has been one of my readers...if I am wrong Lori, please let me know. Nonetheless, Peru is home to not only Lori (for at least the moment)...but also one of the most magical sites on Our Planet Earth. Machu Picchu...a city carved from stone that is over six hundred years old and sits high up in the sky...Eight8000Thousand feet above sea level, concealed by doors only clouds could create...Major reason why the Spaniards (who were at the time looking to Conquer the world), had a very grueling time finding the Incas up on the Heavens. For any Historian Buffs out there, Machu Picchu was originally constructed as an Estate for Inca emperor Pachacuti.
Certainly a mystical era in Human History...Kathryn did mention to me that she wasn't too fond of her trip there some Nine Years ago with Kerr...just for the record, Kerr almost had his own little stint of incarceration (i believe) down in Peru (it could have been a neighboring country).
Now that my side tangent is done with...
Coming back to Lori!
This young upscale Manhattanite was convicted in Peru as a collaborator for an Internal Terrorist group known as MRTA. In her "American" life she was an MIT student and participated in several community service activities domestically and internationally...she was the pride and joy of her family. Upon graduating from MIT, she returned to some of her international volunteer roots in El Salvador...she sought excitement and purpose in her life. She became a translator for a Liberation leader in El Salvador (this Man was known to do whatever he had too to be heard). Once her El Salvadorian life ran its course, Ms Bereson moved to Peru.
This is where her Young life began to change forever...
She met a man who smoozed her...she fell for him...maybe even if her common sense told her not too. He asked her to rent a house for he and his friends...she did, using Capital from a trust fund established by her parents for her "education". Her sense of adventure got the better of her when she got a hold of some Press Credentials and began interviewing members of the Peruvian Congress with her photographer. Shortly thereafter, the "secret" police of Peru arrested Lori and her photographer (who turned out to be the spouse of the leader for MRTA). How do you like those apples...and it gets better. Upon raiding the home that Lori rented for her "boyfriend" and his "buddies"...plans for terroristic acts and destructive weapons were discovered. This is not looking good Lori. Lori swore that she didn't live at "that" house...then don't put your name on the lease Lori! The photographer was just some woman she knew...choose your friends wiser my dear. Whats going on here Lori?
She was unanimously convicted and sentenced to twenty years in jail...a sense of adventure brought Lori to this door and ignorance got her the sentence once she walked through.
Every road has its chance divisions that cast doubt upon our journeys...even though our intentions may be pure and we may be under the impression that our choices selected are the best/wisest/safest most viable options available...we still have residuals, Good or Bad, from our decisions that need to teach us through experience in order to fully learn what the lesson is. Some lessons are fun, while others...well, not so much. Nonetheless...this is the necessary walk we all need to make each and every day.
We live
and
We learn
some do it better then others
Currently, Lori as a year ago has been out on parole and will be for the next four years...she is not allowed to leave Peru until she satisfies her twenty year sentence. If I were Lori, i would take full advantage of my undesirable predicament and visit Machu Picchu each and every day and think of what I will do instead of harping on what has already happened or of what I have already done...just a thought Lori...live life for the now into the tomorrow, and enjoy each breathe along the way.
Just as an aside, do you think that Amanda Knox will ever vacation in Italy?
When you are drawn to this Pathway, take the opportunity to make Space for the Amount of Divine Life Energy you are able to embody at this moment, and experience this as your "truth" in this moment
Even though I have been read in Peru, I do not believe that Lori has been one of my readers...if I am wrong Lori, please let me know. Nonetheless, Peru is home to not only Lori (for at least the moment)...but also one of the most magical sites on Our Planet Earth. Machu Picchu...a city carved from stone that is over six hundred years old and sits high up in the sky...Eight8000Thousand feet above sea level, concealed by doors only clouds could create...Major reason why the Spaniards (who were at the time looking to Conquer the world), had a very grueling time finding the Incas up on the Heavens. For any Historian Buffs out there, Machu Picchu was originally constructed as an Estate for Inca emperor Pachacuti.
Certainly a mystical era in Human History...Kathryn did mention to me that she wasn't too fond of her trip there some Nine Years ago with Kerr...just for the record, Kerr almost had his own little stint of incarceration (i believe) down in Peru (it could have been a neighboring country).
Now that my side tangent is done with...
Coming back to Lori!
This young upscale Manhattanite was convicted in Peru as a collaborator for an Internal Terrorist group known as MRTA. In her "American" life she was an MIT student and participated in several community service activities domestically and internationally...she was the pride and joy of her family. Upon graduating from MIT, she returned to some of her international volunteer roots in El Salvador...she sought excitement and purpose in her life. She became a translator for a Liberation leader in El Salvador (this Man was known to do whatever he had too to be heard). Once her El Salvadorian life ran its course, Ms Bereson moved to Peru.
This is where her Young life began to change forever...
She met a man who smoozed her...she fell for him...maybe even if her common sense told her not too. He asked her to rent a house for he and his friends...she did, using Capital from a trust fund established by her parents for her "education". Her sense of adventure got the better of her when she got a hold of some Press Credentials and began interviewing members of the Peruvian Congress with her photographer. Shortly thereafter, the "secret" police of Peru arrested Lori and her photographer (who turned out to be the spouse of the leader for MRTA). How do you like those apples...and it gets better. Upon raiding the home that Lori rented for her "boyfriend" and his "buddies"...plans for terroristic acts and destructive weapons were discovered. This is not looking good Lori. Lori swore that she didn't live at "that" house...then don't put your name on the lease Lori! The photographer was just some woman she knew...choose your friends wiser my dear. Whats going on here Lori?
She was unanimously convicted and sentenced to twenty years in jail...a sense of adventure brought Lori to this door and ignorance got her the sentence once she walked through.
Every road has its chance divisions that cast doubt upon our journeys...even though our intentions may be pure and we may be under the impression that our choices selected are the best/wisest/safest most viable options available...we still have residuals, Good or Bad, from our decisions that need to teach us through experience in order to fully learn what the lesson is. Some lessons are fun, while others...well, not so much. Nonetheless...this is the necessary walk we all need to make each and every day.
We live
and
We learn
some do it better then others
Currently, Lori as a year ago has been out on parole and will be for the next four years...she is not allowed to leave Peru until she satisfies her twenty year sentence. If I were Lori, i would take full advantage of my undesirable predicament and visit Machu Picchu each and every day and think of what I will do instead of harping on what has already happened or of what I have already done...just a thought Lori...live life for the now into the tomorrow, and enjoy each breathe along the way.
Just as an aside, do you think that Amanda Knox will ever vacation in Italy?
Monday, October 3, 2011
Rule Number # 27.5 Twenty Seven and a 1/2
Never TRUST a person
Man or Woman
With a very LARGE mustache
Rule # 27.75
Goes double if they wear a cape
Or
Hold a Shillelagh and be wearing an Eye Patch
AAARRRRGGGGH!
Man or Woman
With a very LARGE mustache
Rule # 27.75
Goes double if they wear a cape
Or
Hold a Shillelagh and be wearing an Eye Patch
AAARRRRGGGGH!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Lesson Learned?
Mr Charles Burnett, once released from a psychiatric hospital decided to burglarize the same bank...on three consecutive days. I know bankers are crooks, but come on Charles...pick your days better. By sheer luck there was a donut shop adjacent to the bank, and upon exiting his third successful robbery (which net him approximately twenty six thousand dollars)...he was haphazardly identified as a sought perpetrator...and immediately arrested. Sometimes it's better to be Lucky, then to be Good.
P.S. Dog Expo in St. James today
For all dog lovers out there
P.S. Dog Expo in St. James today
For all dog lovers out there
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