Everything is Energy
and that is all that is to it...
MATCH the Frequency
of the Reality you Want!!!
and you Can Not help
but Get that Reality...
There can be NO Other Way!
Laws of Physics...nothing more, nothing less
But if you choose to
Expand them into your Own Personal Philosophical views
Then that/This is your choice
Chosen with your Free Will...!
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Every Vote Counts...Every Thought Matters
Four days "Putzing" in the sunshine state has been quite pleasant. I have seen and spent time with my father, the daughter of my father's oldest sibling (my cousin), my father's brother (my uncle), my father's two sisters (my aunts) and their children (my two cousins) with their friend...might I add a rowdy and colorful bunch of pleasant folk...somewhat a free-for-all comedic setting under a satirical spotlight.
Thus far during my respite I was a spectator at a Parade in Tarpon Springs (the U.S. city with the highest percentage of Greek-American people amongst their populous....being a sailor, i was right at home), in which i subjected myself to a healthy alotment of suntime and ultimately turned my flesh from pale to rogue...currently I am extra tempermental and extremely combustible, i dare you to touch me!
Episodes with food have been anything but disciplined events of gorging (at moments), exercise to a minimum and soul searching at a maximum...
So I am a bloated, tempermental and highly combustible in a state where everybody painstakenly drives five miles under the speed limit and apparently stop for all yellow lights (options that aren't viable in New York unless of course you don't mind being harassed by other motorists and pedestrians)...getting chummy with the "locals" you find a lot of pick-up trucks, mullets and poor dental plans...for the remaining tenents of the Sunshine State you get many eclectic out of state liscence plates.
FOUR things that people Here seem to consistently like and occupy their attentions with (albeit not everyone fits in General categories): Nascar, beer, guns and some guy named Tebow (you'd think he invented the atom and then cracked it!). By the way, I have had an easier time spoting Armories and Adult Entertainment (ala Caberet) then getting directions to the closest library (which I have yet to locate in spite of activitly seeking one out). There is just something that I like about libraries, and it goes beyond the librarians!
Well...all this brings me to a point (It might be hard to believe, that i may carry points and hold perspectives...but it may not necessarily make me valid or right, the grandiose beauty of free will coupled with a sprirted democratric type of debate!).
Being "here" now, as in today 28 March 2012...Floridians are in heated debates over the Trayvon Martin shooting in Sanford Florida, an area not too far from Orlando Florida (an area known for tourism and high volume of attraction and activity). George Zimmerman, a self annoited neighborehood watchman engaged Trayvon in some sort of confrontation resulting in the shooting death of this 17 year old boy.
I understand Why this tragedy happened...and unfortunately it takes a tragic event to bring to light evolution. From here on out, its up to the people to elect officials to make a stand on some pertinent issues.
Facts: George did not know Trayvon and Trayvon did not Know George. George's neighborhood had been recently robbed several times and George was a known Cuckoo type at the local precinct for calling them over forty times in the past year (which George did that very night of the shooting). Trayvon was tall, Six foot Three (almost two meter tall)...and in a hoodies probably looked big/thick. Final and most CRITICAL fact...somebody sold George a Gun (and functioning bullets).
Even though I wasn't in Sanford Florida on 26 February 2012,
I still get it why George shot Trayvon. George felt compelled to defend his turf from a large trespasser. George had a gun, which allowed him to feel empowered enough to initiate a confrontation.
Don't misunderstand my point!!!!
I am NOT advocating George, not in the least bit.
Two Wrongs NEVER make a right!!!
Trayvon was young and dumb and allowed himself to get goated into a confrontation with a crazy...
and you need to be a bit crazy to carry that psychological options to take the life of somebody else.
Chalk it up to Trayvon for being at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong starnger.
My turn...Now I will play Devil's Advocate
Are you ready???
If George was Never allowed to carry a concealed firearm would he initiated a confrontation with Trayvon???
Why hasn't anyone brought this point up?
Oh, because gun lobbyist wouldn't want that point brought up. You know, they guys and gals paid by the gun manufacturers to make sure that politicians advocate favorable laws conducive to armory sales...why does everything trace back to money???
Ok then...should gun purchasers (becoming carriers) at least be EFFECTIVELY psychologically evaluated before purchasing a firearm?!
Because I firmly believe, on the night of 26 March 2012 in Sanford Florida...any and all large trespassers on the night in question would have had a similar fate within George's presence....irrelevant of race or gender...anyone that George perceived as a threat was destined to meet George and his gun if tensions swelled as high as they did with Trayvon.
Could Trayvon have taken precautions to defuse the situation...probably. Did he? Well, i can affirmly attest that he did not.
But like, I already said...I was not There, so I don't Know what happened...even if George swears to tell me the truth, I still was not there!
As long as people like George carry Guns...then that is a sure recipe for stupidity that will never be hesitated to be exercised.
To the Martin Family, my condolances.
But think of this...Litigate against Gun Manufacturers. The people ultimately responsible for putting the gun in the hand of a less then stable man who would have shot me just as easily as he shot your son! Make them rethink how good of an idea it is to readily allow anyone with enough money to purchase a gun. Because it is TOO simple to buy a gun Here in Florida...easier then borrowing a book from the library, thats for sure!
Thus far during my respite I was a spectator at a Parade in Tarpon Springs (the U.S. city with the highest percentage of Greek-American people amongst their populous....being a sailor, i was right at home), in which i subjected myself to a healthy alotment of suntime and ultimately turned my flesh from pale to rogue...currently I am extra tempermental and extremely combustible, i dare you to touch me!
Episodes with food have been anything but disciplined events of gorging (at moments), exercise to a minimum and soul searching at a maximum...
So I am a bloated, tempermental and highly combustible in a state where everybody painstakenly drives five miles under the speed limit and apparently stop for all yellow lights (options that aren't viable in New York unless of course you don't mind being harassed by other motorists and pedestrians)...getting chummy with the "locals" you find a lot of pick-up trucks, mullets and poor dental plans...for the remaining tenents of the Sunshine State you get many eclectic out of state liscence plates.
FOUR things that people Here seem to consistently like and occupy their attentions with (albeit not everyone fits in General categories): Nascar, beer, guns and some guy named Tebow (you'd think he invented the atom and then cracked it!). By the way, I have had an easier time spoting Armories and Adult Entertainment (ala Caberet) then getting directions to the closest library (which I have yet to locate in spite of activitly seeking one out). There is just something that I like about libraries, and it goes beyond the librarians!
Well...all this brings me to a point (It might be hard to believe, that i may carry points and hold perspectives...but it may not necessarily make me valid or right, the grandiose beauty of free will coupled with a sprirted democratric type of debate!).
Being "here" now, as in today 28 March 2012...Floridians are in heated debates over the Trayvon Martin shooting in Sanford Florida, an area not too far from Orlando Florida (an area known for tourism and high volume of attraction and activity). George Zimmerman, a self annoited neighborehood watchman engaged Trayvon in some sort of confrontation resulting in the shooting death of this 17 year old boy.
I understand Why this tragedy happened...and unfortunately it takes a tragic event to bring to light evolution. From here on out, its up to the people to elect officials to make a stand on some pertinent issues.
Facts: George did not know Trayvon and Trayvon did not Know George. George's neighborhood had been recently robbed several times and George was a known Cuckoo type at the local precinct for calling them over forty times in the past year (which George did that very night of the shooting). Trayvon was tall, Six foot Three (almost two meter tall)...and in a hoodies probably looked big/thick. Final and most CRITICAL fact...somebody sold George a Gun (and functioning bullets).
Even though I wasn't in Sanford Florida on 26 February 2012,
I still get it why George shot Trayvon. George felt compelled to defend his turf from a large trespasser. George had a gun, which allowed him to feel empowered enough to initiate a confrontation.
Don't misunderstand my point!!!!
I am NOT advocating George, not in the least bit.
Two Wrongs NEVER make a right!!!
Trayvon was young and dumb and allowed himself to get goated into a confrontation with a crazy...
and you need to be a bit crazy to carry that psychological options to take the life of somebody else.
Chalk it up to Trayvon for being at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong starnger.
My turn...Now I will play Devil's Advocate
Are you ready???
If George was Never allowed to carry a concealed firearm would he initiated a confrontation with Trayvon???
Why hasn't anyone brought this point up?
Oh, because gun lobbyist wouldn't want that point brought up. You know, they guys and gals paid by the gun manufacturers to make sure that politicians advocate favorable laws conducive to armory sales...why does everything trace back to money???
Ok then...should gun purchasers (becoming carriers) at least be EFFECTIVELY psychologically evaluated before purchasing a firearm?!
Because I firmly believe, on the night of 26 March 2012 in Sanford Florida...any and all large trespassers on the night in question would have had a similar fate within George's presence....irrelevant of race or gender...anyone that George perceived as a threat was destined to meet George and his gun if tensions swelled as high as they did with Trayvon.
Could Trayvon have taken precautions to defuse the situation...probably. Did he? Well, i can affirmly attest that he did not.
But like, I already said...I was not There, so I don't Know what happened...even if George swears to tell me the truth, I still was not there!
As long as people like George carry Guns...then that is a sure recipe for stupidity that will never be hesitated to be exercised.
To the Martin Family, my condolances.
But think of this...Litigate against Gun Manufacturers. The people ultimately responsible for putting the gun in the hand of a less then stable man who would have shot me just as easily as he shot your son! Make them rethink how good of an idea it is to readily allow anyone with enough money to purchase a gun. Because it is TOO simple to buy a gun Here in Florida...easier then borrowing a book from the library, thats for sure!
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Stand YOUR Ground Law..
This allows for the use of deadly force when threatened without attempting to retreat...thirty seven states (in the United States of America) have some variation of this Law.
I am a tall and Muscular man, and I can certainly be perceived by strangers as threatening if they are unaware of my intentions under uncharted conditions. In two days, I am flying down to Florida...the current hot spot for the Standing YOUR! Ground Law...to catch the last week of Baseball Spring Training. Now if I happen to accidently bump into some local yolkal down in Florida, and they shoot me...!
"I felt threatened...?"
Guess What???
He stood his ground.
The agenda?
I will be shopping EBay today...bulletproof vests!
I suggest you follow suit.
I am a tall and Muscular man, and I can certainly be perceived by strangers as threatening if they are unaware of my intentions under uncharted conditions. In two days, I am flying down to Florida...the current hot spot for the Standing YOUR! Ground Law...to catch the last week of Baseball Spring Training. Now if I happen to accidently bump into some local yolkal down in Florida, and they shoot me...!
"I felt threatened...?"
Guess What???
He stood his ground.
The agenda?
I will be shopping EBay today...bulletproof vests!
I suggest you follow suit.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Happy Birthday to...
She truly is a Queen of Seduction,
with her charismatic wit,
Unlimited sense of lure and Wonder...
An enchantress unrivaled
Happy Birthday baby girl
on the first Day
of Spring...the season of Green
or Fall...the start of a new Dawn
To the woman who is...
Kinkier then a Cheap Garden Hose
with her charismatic wit,
Unlimited sense of lure and Wonder...
An enchantress unrivaled
Happy Birthday baby girl
on the first Day
of Spring...the season of Green
or Fall...the start of a new Dawn
To the woman who is...
Kinkier then a Cheap Garden Hose
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Bar None...
I know how to give a Gift!!
01. Chia Pet
02. a pair of clippers (better then diapers)
03. Nunchucks
04. A picture frame with someone else's picture in it
05a. A cane,
05b. a pen,
05c. a clock (or watch, whichever you prefer).
06. flowers from your neighbors garden
07. two empty beer bottles
08. A Yoda action figure
09a. A pencil sharpener
09b. A pencil
09c. Another pen
10. A woopy cushion
11a. A wooden spoon
11b. A plastic fork
11c. A paper plate
11d. A picture of my lunch
12. A crossword puzzle that I almost finished
13. The loose change from in my car
14. and any keys I no longer need
15. An ashtray
16. "The Nicotine Patch"
17. A moldy dish
18. A nasal cannula
19. An eye patch
20. with a parrot
21a. A box of Fossils
21b. A zip lock bag of lint
22. A magzine picture of Pete Townsend
23. Those cards in my wallet that I have no use for
24. A recycleabe container
25. A vase
26. A teapot
27. Oreo cookies
28. A digital Photo of ME fridge magnet
29. My 2011 Calender
30. The Iron from a Monopoly game set
31. A Tee shirt with my cats face on it (I will expect you to wear it)
32. A pair of gloves and a bib
33. A giant inflatable Giraffe
34. A hockey puck
35. My father's fishing pole
36. My sneakers (any pair you want)
37. A sour cherry lollipop
38. A magic message Egg
39. A baby shower card
40. A box of tissues
41. A desk fan
42. Visine (or Vaseline, perpetration H...take your pick)
43. A bag of fake coins (to go along with all the other Nonesense)
44. Dental Floss
45. Spam
46. Can of deorderizer
47. A book about mold
48. Balloons
49. A Barney suit
50. An electronic wine bottle breather
51. Rusty pipe
52. Crooked nail
53. Fake mustache
54. Mouthpiece
55. Jock strap
56. Pet Octopus or Emu
57. A Track player
58. Rubix cube
59. Flat tire
60. Green hat
61. Elmer's Glue
62. Suspenders
63. Hearing aid
64. Glass Eye
65. Dentures
66. Contact lense container
67. Peptol Bismal
68. One Hundred Sit ups
69. Stirrups
70. A dozen bagels with low fat cream cheese
71. An antenna
72. A dog whistle
73. Camouflage rubber boots
74. A friendly (or unfriendly) Skunk
75. Allen key
76. Zoombie bumper stickers
77. Scooby doo box set
78. Rubber Duck
79. Hand sanitizer
80. Typewritter
81. White Out
82. Mickey Mouse Dust Pan
83. Beenie with a propeller on it
84. Crate of Q Tips
85. Sugardaddy lunchbox
86. Handwipes
87. A stuffed porcupine
88. Jesus pill box
89. Cape and Tierra
90. Vitamin D pills and SPF 130 lotion
91. Light Saber
92. Clip on earrings
93. Hand crank telephone
94. Lord of the Rings Pez Dispenser set
95. Butterfly shaped light bulbs
96. Turtle shaped Taco Shells
97. A shiny Disco Tech ball
98. Seashells and rocks
99. Garbage bags...lots of them
100. My laundry bag and the kitchen sink
Feel free to re-gift!
01. Chia Pet
02. a pair of clippers (better then diapers)
03. Nunchucks
04. A picture frame with someone else's picture in it
05a. A cane,
05b. a pen,
05c. a clock (or watch, whichever you prefer).
06. flowers from your neighbors garden
07. two empty beer bottles
08. A Yoda action figure
09a. A pencil sharpener
09b. A pencil
09c. Another pen
10. A woopy cushion
11a. A wooden spoon
11b. A plastic fork
11c. A paper plate
11d. A picture of my lunch
12. A crossword puzzle that I almost finished
13. The loose change from in my car
14. and any keys I no longer need
15. An ashtray
16. "The Nicotine Patch"
17. A moldy dish
18. A nasal cannula
19. An eye patch
20. with a parrot
21a. A box of Fossils
21b. A zip lock bag of lint
22. A magzine picture of Pete Townsend
23. Those cards in my wallet that I have no use for
24. A recycleabe container
25. A vase
26. A teapot
27. Oreo cookies
28. A digital Photo of ME fridge magnet
29. My 2011 Calender
30. The Iron from a Monopoly game set
31. A Tee shirt with my cats face on it (I will expect you to wear it)
32. A pair of gloves and a bib
33. A giant inflatable Giraffe
34. A hockey puck
35. My father's fishing pole
36. My sneakers (any pair you want)
37. A sour cherry lollipop
38. A magic message Egg
39. A baby shower card
40. A box of tissues
41. A desk fan
42. Visine (or Vaseline, perpetration H...take your pick)
43. A bag of fake coins (to go along with all the other Nonesense)
44. Dental Floss
45. Spam
46. Can of deorderizer
47. A book about mold
48. Balloons
49. A Barney suit
50. An electronic wine bottle breather
51. Rusty pipe
52. Crooked nail
53. Fake mustache
54. Mouthpiece
55. Jock strap
56. Pet Octopus or Emu
57. A Track player
58. Rubix cube
59. Flat tire
60. Green hat
61. Elmer's Glue
62. Suspenders
63. Hearing aid
64. Glass Eye
65. Dentures
66. Contact lense container
67. Peptol Bismal
68. One Hundred Sit ups
69. Stirrups
70. A dozen bagels with low fat cream cheese
71. An antenna
72. A dog whistle
73. Camouflage rubber boots
74. A friendly (or unfriendly) Skunk
75. Allen key
76. Zoombie bumper stickers
77. Scooby doo box set
78. Rubber Duck
79. Hand sanitizer
80. Typewritter
81. White Out
82. Mickey Mouse Dust Pan
83. Beenie with a propeller on it
84. Crate of Q Tips
85. Sugardaddy lunchbox
86. Handwipes
87. A stuffed porcupine
88. Jesus pill box
89. Cape and Tierra
90. Vitamin D pills and SPF 130 lotion
91. Light Saber
92. Clip on earrings
93. Hand crank telephone
94. Lord of the Rings Pez Dispenser set
95. Butterfly shaped light bulbs
96. Turtle shaped Taco Shells
97. A shiny Disco Tech ball
98. Seashells and rocks
99. Garbage bags...lots of them
100. My laundry bag and the kitchen sink
Feel free to re-gift!
True Story
It happened...
About Four years ago, I was sitting court side at a NY Knicks game (second row technically). Directly behind me sat this pretty black woman with his wild thick and curly blonde hair. I was so drawn to it, I wanted to touch it...I don't know why, I just did...
The seat directly In front of me was unoccupied, and for the final half hour of the game, this woman moved from behind me to that seat in front of me.
For A Brief Moment, I contemplated playing a joke on my date.
I would playfully tug on this woman's hair in front of me, and when she would turn around I would convincingly blame my date.
Since, I don't know who this woman was, nor what sort of reaction I would elicit from her...I wisely reframed from doing what I wanted to do...
So, my joke was not played between my date and this stranger...Oh Wellllll....!
After the game, my date asked me
"did I recognize that woman?". Meaning the back woman.
I responded..."No? Why?"
"because it was Macy Gray"
Some jokes...best not played!!!
About Four years ago, I was sitting court side at a NY Knicks game (second row technically). Directly behind me sat this pretty black woman with his wild thick and curly blonde hair. I was so drawn to it, I wanted to touch it...I don't know why, I just did...
The seat directly In front of me was unoccupied, and for the final half hour of the game, this woman moved from behind me to that seat in front of me.
For A Brief Moment, I contemplated playing a joke on my date.
I would playfully tug on this woman's hair in front of me, and when she would turn around I would convincingly blame my date.
Since, I don't know who this woman was, nor what sort of reaction I would elicit from her...I wisely reframed from doing what I wanted to do...
So, my joke was not played between my date and this stranger...Oh Wellllll....!
After the game, my date asked me
"did I recognize that woman?". Meaning the back woman.
I responded..."No? Why?"
"because it was Macy Gray"
Some jokes...best not played!!!
No One...
and I truly mean that No One individual is impervious to my outstretched deviance and unexpected prankster of a mind...
Dare you step into my world, even if it's only for a brief moment???
Please, I love guests....on my terms of course!!!and these appear to be on My Terms!?!
The mind, although my appear elaborate to those who may stare at it too long...blinding like a sun...
My advice?
Stand in the shade, and just take one glance...
That will be all that you need, trust me...would I kid you?
Five years ago, my sister was traveling abroad...
She needed a ride to the airport, I was reluctantly stuck with an unwanted task....
Pppssssttt!!!!!
Do you know that question asked by airport security...
"are you the ONLY individual who handled your luggage???"
Or to that effect..
Well, when nobody was looking I slipped a little treat into my Sis's suitcase...just to see if anybody would notice...
Upon a curious inspection at some at the airport, much to my Sister's chagrin
Did they discover what I left to be determined
A little friend, that I stuffed with quarters...
The friend's name?
Mr "Dill Doe"
Aren't I a great brother?
Dare you step into my world, even if it's only for a brief moment???
Please, I love guests....on my terms of course!!!and these appear to be on My Terms!?!
The mind, although my appear elaborate to those who may stare at it too long...blinding like a sun...
My advice?
Stand in the shade, and just take one glance...
That will be all that you need, trust me...would I kid you?
Five years ago, my sister was traveling abroad...
She needed a ride to the airport, I was reluctantly stuck with an unwanted task....
Pppssssttt!!!!!
Do you know that question asked by airport security...
"are you the ONLY individual who handled your luggage???"
Or to that effect..
Well, when nobody was looking I slipped a little treat into my Sis's suitcase...just to see if anybody would notice...
Upon a curious inspection at some at the airport, much to my Sister's chagrin
Did they discover what I left to be determined
A little friend, that I stuffed with quarters...
The friend's name?
Mr "Dill Doe"
Aren't I a great brother?
Monday, March 19, 2012
Concrete vs Chaos
The only true know I have...is that I know next to nothing, which sadly enough still seems to be more then most...
Pity!
I revel in the fact that the only constant offered in our existance is change...and with change, you are guaranteeing a certain amount of uncertainty...instability to the level world as we know it???
and, that possibility of an unknown has always thrilled me!!!
and it makes me think, almost Pray (if I prayed), oh please...
Please, let me sneak a peak beyond what my eyes see and my mind comprehends...
Even if I don't understand is perceived truth...I'd rather be a foolish know, rather than an ignorant know it all...
Pity!
I revel in the fact that the only constant offered in our existance is change...and with change, you are guaranteeing a certain amount of uncertainty...instability to the level world as we know it???
and, that possibility of an unknown has always thrilled me!!!
and it makes me think, almost Pray (if I prayed), oh please...
Please, let me sneak a peak beyond what my eyes see and my mind comprehends...
Even if I don't understand is perceived truth...I'd rather be a foolish know, rather than an ignorant know it all...
Devil's Advocate
A humoring thought crossed my mind...
If you would please follow along my train of thought.
Just imagine locking your dog in your car...while the car is ON!?
...and your dog being aware enough...and able to
Somehow get your car in gear...
Where would your dog go without you?
If you would please follow along my train of thought.
Just imagine locking your dog in your car...while the car is ON!?
...and your dog being aware enough...and able to
Somehow get your car in gear...
Where would your dog go without you?
Saturday, March 17, 2012
"If the Devil resides...where would he be?"
Why assume, and create a gender for the 'Devil'?
Well, with that being said...if a 'Devil' exists then according to lure he was an Angel who became so prideful, God could no longer control him (yet God gave man free will?) therefore Lucifer was expelled from heaven (along with his followers). Sad, sad chain of events...
Lucifer translates into light bearer....FYI
Some believe that Lucifer tempts and influences people on Earth...
Could it be because of our free will?
How free is our will?
Well, with that being said...if a 'Devil' exists then according to lure he was an Angel who became so prideful, God could no longer control him (yet God gave man free will?) therefore Lucifer was expelled from heaven (along with his followers). Sad, sad chain of events...
Lucifer translates into light bearer....FYI
Some believe that Lucifer tempts and influences people on Earth...
Could it be because of our free will?
How free is our will?
Does he miss her?
People do miss each other. Whether its the attention, touch and love or the lack there of...we miss each other. We miss the good, the bad and the indifferent nuances of life...can we forget them, sure. Will we be reminded of them at some point...barring a brain injury or outright incompetence...there will be random moments of reliving the past. That is the ultimate burden of memory that coats our soul and keeps our bones warm when the frigid winds storm in...
Now, the more pertinent question is why would you want him too?
Now, the more pertinent question is why would you want him too?
Je tiens a entendre votre voix magnifique...
Cherish every single instant that you spend with those that you care for...because you never know when your last moment with them will come.
MONTREAL - A series of heartwrenching text messages is being used by the boyfriend of a car accident victim to warn people to pay attention when driving.
Mathieu Fortin has created a Facebook page to get the word out in memory of Emy Brochu, who died Jan. 18 when her car slammed into the back of a tractor-trailer truck as it merged with traffic near Victoriaville, Que.
Brochu had sent Fortin a couple of loving messages before her last one, which was "I love you too and I will do all I can to make you happy.”
The next set of messages, which Fortin posted on Facebook, have him telling her that he wants to "hear her beautiful voice" but then growing fearful after he hasn't heard from her in a few hours.
"Is everything going well, my love?" Fortin wrote. "I'm a bit worried."
Provincial police did not immediately attribute a cause to the accident — although they said they were looking into the possibility of a distraction, such as a cellphone.
"The police investigation showed the use of a cellphone while driving was the cause of the accident," Fortin wrote on Facebook. "This conclusion came as a shock because during the tragedy, I was in a discussion with her."
Fortin says that reading the last messages shatters his heart into a million pieces.
He urges people to learn from his story.
"An accident can happen quickly," he writes. "I hope every time you look at your cellphone while you're driving, you think of Emy and those who loved her.
"At what time is a text or an email more important than life itself? At what point is something on your phone more important than the people that you love?"
Fortin describes Brochu as a joyful, determined woman who had a wonderful future ahead of her.
He urges his friends to pass his message onto others, warning them to consider that they might run over a child crossing the road if they're not looking out.
Fortin's message received a slew of responses from friends expressing their sympathy and promising to pass it on.
CORRECTION: An earlier version of this story indicated that Emy Brochu's final text message was a series of XXXXs, indicating kisses. Her last message actually ended, "I love you too and I will do all I can to make you happy.”
This article comes via the Canadian huffington post.
MONTREAL - A series of heartwrenching text messages is being used by the boyfriend of a car accident victim to warn people to pay attention when driving.
Mathieu Fortin has created a Facebook page to get the word out in memory of Emy Brochu, who died Jan. 18 when her car slammed into the back of a tractor-trailer truck as it merged with traffic near Victoriaville, Que.
Brochu had sent Fortin a couple of loving messages before her last one, which was "I love you too and I will do all I can to make you happy.”
The next set of messages, which Fortin posted on Facebook, have him telling her that he wants to "hear her beautiful voice" but then growing fearful after he hasn't heard from her in a few hours.
"Is everything going well, my love?" Fortin wrote. "I'm a bit worried."
Provincial police did not immediately attribute a cause to the accident — although they said they were looking into the possibility of a distraction, such as a cellphone.
"The police investigation showed the use of a cellphone while driving was the cause of the accident," Fortin wrote on Facebook. "This conclusion came as a shock because during the tragedy, I was in a discussion with her."
Fortin says that reading the last messages shatters his heart into a million pieces.
He urges people to learn from his story.
"An accident can happen quickly," he writes. "I hope every time you look at your cellphone while you're driving, you think of Emy and those who loved her.
"At what time is a text or an email more important than life itself? At what point is something on your phone more important than the people that you love?"
Fortin describes Brochu as a joyful, determined woman who had a wonderful future ahead of her.
He urges his friends to pass his message onto others, warning them to consider that they might run over a child crossing the road if they're not looking out.
Fortin's message received a slew of responses from friends expressing their sympathy and promising to pass it on.
CORRECTION: An earlier version of this story indicated that Emy Brochu's final text message was a series of XXXXs, indicating kisses. Her last message actually ended, "I love you too and I will do all I can to make you happy.”
This article comes via the Canadian huffington post.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Selection and Grief
Nobody has ever hurt me, not that i can recall. No one ever really made me feel betrayed either. I have never had my heart broken, how could I...I have never felt love, they way I would expect too...yet it seems that My ENTIRE family loves me. I have one younger sister, and growing up she was always my willing guinea pig...no matter what I did to her (or her friends), she would always come back to me with open arms and a big smile. Without hesitation or any remorse, nothing but acceptance and forgiveness....even now...I crashed my car not too long ago, she came and got me about 3:30 am...never made a single stink about it, to anyone.
Why, why is it that I put people through the ringer...even Dante's Seven layers weren't this complex, and at times, not this difficult. I am constantly keeping people at arms distance...I have long arms...
It seems that I won't allow/accept others getting close to me...and there are plenty that want too...and I just don't seem capable of letting them. On occassion They'll sneak underneath my arms, and as they somehow shuttle in my direct...like an artful matador, I side step their attempts which causes them to crash.
The persistent ones regain their composure and formulate another attack...the rest, chalk it up to another one of life's lesson and carry on...
I never seem bothered by it, those people hold curiosities that always seems to bring them back...by then, I am somewhere else, dressed in sharper red...
I DARE YOU
because I know that they'll miss
Again
I'm better then good at what I am capable of doing
This all makes me a liar at heart and a Hypocrit in the soul...
I claim self emotional sustainability is achieved...and it is
But, it gets monotonous...
Over and over, again and again...
After spending an entire social day...with all walks of life imaginable
I come home to my sole companion. He has four paws, a long tail and whiskers...he waits for me all day, to dance and sing once he sees me...he seems to love me too, even though I leave him alone for about fifteen hours each day...he forgives me, just like everybody else...well almost everybody.
Funny, I didn't think I was able to create and experience regret
"je ne Regrette rien"
But, I guess I have found a way to defy the known
Now, it's up to me to evolve from it...
I must learn and adapt
But, I still do hold my hopes and wishes
With my burning candles
If only I could be with my Kat...
Light a candle for us...and wish us for our best!
Thank you, this is my confession of how I wish I wasn't so difficult to get to know...otherwise I wouldn't have lost my way on the right road...
Why, why is it that I put people through the ringer...even Dante's Seven layers weren't this complex, and at times, not this difficult. I am constantly keeping people at arms distance...I have long arms...
It seems that I won't allow/accept others getting close to me...and there are plenty that want too...and I just don't seem capable of letting them. On occassion They'll sneak underneath my arms, and as they somehow shuttle in my direct...like an artful matador, I side step their attempts which causes them to crash.
The persistent ones regain their composure and formulate another attack...the rest, chalk it up to another one of life's lesson and carry on...
I never seem bothered by it, those people hold curiosities that always seems to bring them back...by then, I am somewhere else, dressed in sharper red...
I DARE YOU
because I know that they'll miss
Again
I'm better then good at what I am capable of doing
This all makes me a liar at heart and a Hypocrit in the soul...
I claim self emotional sustainability is achieved...and it is
But, it gets monotonous...
Over and over, again and again...
After spending an entire social day...with all walks of life imaginable
I come home to my sole companion. He has four paws, a long tail and whiskers...he waits for me all day, to dance and sing once he sees me...he seems to love me too, even though I leave him alone for about fifteen hours each day...he forgives me, just like everybody else...well almost everybody.
Funny, I didn't think I was able to create and experience regret
"je ne Regrette rien"
But, I guess I have found a way to defy the known
Now, it's up to me to evolve from it...
I must learn and adapt
But, I still do hold my hopes and wishes
With my burning candles
If only I could be with my Kat...
Light a candle for us...and wish us for our best!
Thank you, this is my confession of how I wish I wasn't so difficult to get to know...otherwise I wouldn't have lost my way on the right road...
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Crazy Us
Madness is the courage to dare where no else will...
Madness is the drive that fuels chance...
Madness teeters in a place few will venture into...yet all eventually follow suit...
I see no one in front of me, yet the world stands behind me.
Critizing my dreams, yet accepts the road I weave for them to walk through!
Dare we be different?
I wouldn't have my sights any different.
and if I am dreaming...then
Please don't wake me
Madness is the drive that fuels chance...
Madness teeters in a place few will venture into...yet all eventually follow suit...
I see no one in front of me, yet the world stands behind me.
Critizing my dreams, yet accepts the road I weave for them to walk through!
Dare we be different?
I wouldn't have my sights any different.
and if I am dreaming...then
Please don't wake me
Iris Krasnow says...
Can you love two people at once and stay married?
YES!
I have interviewed dozens of wives who love, or have loved, two men simultaneously. They have shared different strategies -- and different outcomes -- to this "euphoric, painful juggling act" as one 42-year-old wife put it. She says she "deeply loves" her husband of 20 years, father of her two young children, though is "madly in love" with her first boyfriend with whom she chatted all night at a recent high school reunion.
She wants to stay married and stay in touch with her teenage love, which she has, so far, kept as a "text- no-sex-affair." While the numerous conversations I've had with wives on this subject show there's not one surefire cure for this schism of the heart, here's one piece of advice that comes up a lot: It is possible to love more than one at a time if you love each person differently. Translation: It's rough on the psyche to have multiple sex partners unless you swing or come from a polygamous culture.
"My old boyfriend and I realized that we have to keep our revived love affair virtual," says the wife described above. "We had a lingering goodbye kiss -- okay a long make-out -- then when we got home we both realized, 'Put us in the same room and it is absolute, guaranteed disaster for our marriages.' So we communicate online, and maybe, someday we can meet again -- if I outlive my husband..." Her voice trails off.
There is often a powerful longing, and curiosity, about "the one who got away," the prom date who re-appears 10 or 30 years later -- with less hair and more belly but with the same penetrating eyes. Old boyfriends are our history-holders; they watched us grow from girls to women, they took us to drive-ins in Mustangs on summer nights.
The chapter on flirty friendships in my book "The Secret Lives of Wives" has prompted a deluge of mail from wives who swear by their boyfriends-with-boundaries, men they love in their hearts and not with their loins. These flirtations can spice up the gray corridors of a long marriage. Feeling sexually and cerebrally charged by others beyond a primary relationship is a natural response of the human animal. And when kept within limits, who can deny that it feels good?
Men we aren't married to find us smart and extraordinary because they don't live with us in the grind of ordinary life, with kids, mortgages and sinks strewn with toothpaste and their newly shaved facial hair. In old boyfriends, we find our lost youth; in new men friends, we get the endorphin rush of being on a first date. The trouble starts when sexual crackle between two people who aren't married to each other erupts into a roaring bonfire love, an urgent attraction that is both dangerous and delicious. These are the stories in the "Naughty Girls" chapter of my book, depicting wives who cross the line, propelled by a "passion I need and am not getting at home," as one woman accounts for her "justified" philandering .
This is a wife who is married to a man who has initiated sex "maybe four times" in 25 years of marriage, and each time was "cold and unsatisfying," she says. She doesn't want to divorce a man she loves as a friend, and who is a doting father and grandfather.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," she adds. "I feel like I'm getting the best of both worlds -- a stable family and passionate love. And so far I've been successful at compartmentalizing my two lives without suffering."
This woman is rare in that she possesses the compartmentalizing skills most prevalent in the male species. Most wives who speak to me about sleeping with men they aren't married to feel like their insides are being torn up. I hear the word "Xanax" a lot.
"Sleeping with two people at once is exhausting, torturing and makes you bitchy to your kids" is one common summation.
Acting out on forbidden love has been shaking up, and shattering, marriages since men and women first started forming permanent bonds. I can't interview women from prehistoric times who played around in the cave next door. Yet I bet their reflections wouldn't be that different than those of the modern women in "The Secret Lives of Wives," who come from a plethora of experiences but agreed on one thing: There are no road maps to navigating illicit love. Only you know what you are capable of doing, without losing your mind.
Can you handle a secret second life? Are you willing to risk your marriage since most secrets get found out? Can you keep a sexy male friendship in the platonic state while feeling stuck in a loveless, sexless marriage? If that answer is "no," can you handle a divorce?
I know I leave you with more questions than answers on this subject that has fascinated writers like me for centuries. Yet there is one fact I know for certain: Fantasy is too often better than reality. A new boyfriend becomes an old boyfriend who probably shakes gross facial hair off his razor into the sink like that yucky husband of yours does. Holding a flirtation at arms length allows you to sustain the alluring mystery.
YES!
I have interviewed dozens of wives who love, or have loved, two men simultaneously. They have shared different strategies -- and different outcomes -- to this "euphoric, painful juggling act" as one 42-year-old wife put it. She says she "deeply loves" her husband of 20 years, father of her two young children, though is "madly in love" with her first boyfriend with whom she chatted all night at a recent high school reunion.
She wants to stay married and stay in touch with her teenage love, which she has, so far, kept as a "text- no-sex-affair." While the numerous conversations I've had with wives on this subject show there's not one surefire cure for this schism of the heart, here's one piece of advice that comes up a lot: It is possible to love more than one at a time if you love each person differently. Translation: It's rough on the psyche to have multiple sex partners unless you swing or come from a polygamous culture.
"My old boyfriend and I realized that we have to keep our revived love affair virtual," says the wife described above. "We had a lingering goodbye kiss -- okay a long make-out -- then when we got home we both realized, 'Put us in the same room and it is absolute, guaranteed disaster for our marriages.' So we communicate online, and maybe, someday we can meet again -- if I outlive my husband..." Her voice trails off.
There is often a powerful longing, and curiosity, about "the one who got away," the prom date who re-appears 10 or 30 years later -- with less hair and more belly but with the same penetrating eyes. Old boyfriends are our history-holders; they watched us grow from girls to women, they took us to drive-ins in Mustangs on summer nights.
The chapter on flirty friendships in my book "The Secret Lives of Wives" has prompted a deluge of mail from wives who swear by their boyfriends-with-boundaries, men they love in their hearts and not with their loins. These flirtations can spice up the gray corridors of a long marriage. Feeling sexually and cerebrally charged by others beyond a primary relationship is a natural response of the human animal. And when kept within limits, who can deny that it feels good?
Men we aren't married to find us smart and extraordinary because they don't live with us in the grind of ordinary life, with kids, mortgages and sinks strewn with toothpaste and their newly shaved facial hair. In old boyfriends, we find our lost youth; in new men friends, we get the endorphin rush of being on a first date. The trouble starts when sexual crackle between two people who aren't married to each other erupts into a roaring bonfire love, an urgent attraction that is both dangerous and delicious. These are the stories in the "Naughty Girls" chapter of my book, depicting wives who cross the line, propelled by a "passion I need and am not getting at home," as one woman accounts for her "justified" philandering .
This is a wife who is married to a man who has initiated sex "maybe four times" in 25 years of marriage, and each time was "cold and unsatisfying," she says. She doesn't want to divorce a man she loves as a friend, and who is a doting father and grandfather.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," she adds. "I feel like I'm getting the best of both worlds -- a stable family and passionate love. And so far I've been successful at compartmentalizing my two lives without suffering."
This woman is rare in that she possesses the compartmentalizing skills most prevalent in the male species. Most wives who speak to me about sleeping with men they aren't married to feel like their insides are being torn up. I hear the word "Xanax" a lot.
"Sleeping with two people at once is exhausting, torturing and makes you bitchy to your kids" is one common summation.
Acting out on forbidden love has been shaking up, and shattering, marriages since men and women first started forming permanent bonds. I can't interview women from prehistoric times who played around in the cave next door. Yet I bet their reflections wouldn't be that different than those of the modern women in "The Secret Lives of Wives," who come from a plethora of experiences but agreed on one thing: There are no road maps to navigating illicit love. Only you know what you are capable of doing, without losing your mind.
Can you handle a secret second life? Are you willing to risk your marriage since most secrets get found out? Can you keep a sexy male friendship in the platonic state while feeling stuck in a loveless, sexless marriage? If that answer is "no," can you handle a divorce?
I know I leave you with more questions than answers on this subject that has fascinated writers like me for centuries. Yet there is one fact I know for certain: Fantasy is too often better than reality. A new boyfriend becomes an old boyfriend who probably shakes gross facial hair off his razor into the sink like that yucky husband of yours does. Holding a flirtation at arms length allows you to sustain the alluring mystery.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
I was Recently asked...
Would I rather fight
100 HORSES the size of DUCKS
or
One Duck the size of a Horse...?
Which shall I choose...if I had to make a choice...
Do I get a weapon(s)?
Because unarmed, both are quite menacing...
Without Arms, man can do little damage
(comparatively speaking).
But I would need grenades for the horses
and a
Shotgun for the duck
Simple!
P.s. The Largest Horse on Record weighed in at fifteen hundred kilograms
Or about
3,300 pounds
That makes for one large duck
Plus better a Horse then a Bull
100 HORSES the size of DUCKS
or
One Duck the size of a Horse...?
Which shall I choose...if I had to make a choice...
Do I get a weapon(s)?
Because unarmed, both are quite menacing...
Without Arms, man can do little damage
(comparatively speaking).
But I would need grenades for the horses
and a
Shotgun for the duck
Simple!
P.s. The Largest Horse on Record weighed in at fifteen hundred kilograms
Or about
3,300 pounds
That makes for one large duck
Plus better a Horse then a Bull
The bid starts at $100,000
Interested?
The prize? Buford, Wyoming! The smallest town in The United States of America.
Still interested?
The sole resident and Mayor, Don Sammons has put up the entire town for sale...guess what??? it includes its own zip code, school house, Don's house and his gas station/convince store.
You may not find buried Pirate Treasure here...but you can still call Buford your home. Buy it and Settle down with a woman from Kentuky.
Create history! Defy logic.
The prize? Buford, Wyoming! The smallest town in The United States of America.
Still interested?
The sole resident and Mayor, Don Sammons has put up the entire town for sale...guess what??? it includes its own zip code, school house, Don's house and his gas station/convince store.
You may not find buried Pirate Treasure here...but you can still call Buford your home. Buy it and Settle down with a woman from Kentuky.
Create history! Defy logic.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Word of the Day
Two days prior to our Ides...I share with the lone word that will quench your thirsty mind..
Four days before the observance of St. Patrick's death...Patron Saint of Ireland, known most for his eradication of "Snakes" on the Emerald island...
At best, it's a horribly discomforting condition that leads one to become irritable, and a little bit uneasy with an element of self flagellation flavored with desperation.
At worst...it's outright patronizing, agonizing and hopelessly spine-chilling!!!
Cenosillicaphobia...
Four days before the observance of St. Patrick's death...Patron Saint of Ireland, known most for his eradication of "Snakes" on the Emerald island...
At best, it's a horribly discomforting condition that leads one to become irritable, and a little bit uneasy with an element of self flagellation flavored with desperation.
At worst...it's outright patronizing, agonizing and hopelessly spine-chilling!!!
Cenosillicaphobia...
Sunday, March 11, 2012
No Real Names
That is exactly what the text message read, as I glanced over my cell shortly after waking up this morning. My head ached, my throat was on the dry side...and i sorted through the various items I had collected in my pockets throughout my Saturday...
Upon looking at my collectables, only one thing comes to mind...
An unexpectedly interesting evening to say the least...One100Hundred%Percent Pleasant Approved too! NOT always the case.
It was one of those mornings where memories of the night before slowly trickled forward and made their presence known...
This morning has already begun with a full hour gone...gone the way time always goes...in a flash, from a forgotton past...as I already told you, Gone...Forgotton...Done.
But Where?
I fold the napkin with a web address and circled name Ned into my front fleece pocket. The bussiness card of perhaps an Artist from a local Art Gallery. Two Raffle tickets and a few reciepts round out my new possessions. Its already an hour later then it should be...
I grab my keys and rush outside as soon as I leave my cat a bowl full of dried cat food...The Sun hits my eyes, they uncomfortably adjust...Oh yeah, look at that...
A Yellow Izuzu Cross Over is parked next to my car...Right, I had forgotton about that.
I dial my buddy up:
"Hey, you want me to come pick you up and get you to your car?"
"That would be great, Thanks"
Fifteen minutes later, I am at the doorstep of his parents house with two hands full of dog biskets...which i promptly hand over and off we go.
Twenty five minutes later, during which time I verbally revisited the previous day with my primary witness, I pull up back to my house and let him out...
Sorry, I can't sit and chat any longer...I've already lost an Hour...
I grab some breakfast and few select items for a few relatives...all gthe while still mentally absorbing my chain of events. Ninety minutes later...here I sit, ready to reveal my chronicle of Events that span Ten Hours...and somewhere in the neighborhood of seventy miles of travel.
A little over Forteen Hours Ago:
JD, my last appointment has decided to forgo her time with me and spend it elsewhere...why not, its a beautiful Spring Saturday (in early March though...funny how time as a whole has jumped so far Ahead). Gives me time to do a few things. I run my handful of errands, and call my friend up to inform him That I am running Late...and that he should meet me at my house, and I will drive out us from there. I am secretly hoping to Drive out to the Southampton and East Hampton area. Stop at Wolffer Estate and drop by and see our good old friend Steve-O. Thats a lost friend...I haven't seen him in over two years (and its more my fault then anything else), and that last visit was certainly one bizarre rendezvous (A story for another time, I promise). He lives the Life only the Uni-Bomber could understand...and I may be the only human on the planet that Steve-O accepts a visit from. Lucky me, Lucky Ettienne...
Twleve Hours ago:
My buddy arrives, he brought a guest...his four year old Pug name J. I know parents aren't "supposed" to have Favorites...but J is a miniture version of walking emotional mushy love...
We get J some dog biskets...
I cut South and East...
Since we can not confirm if Wolffer Estate allows pets, we nix our plans for the Hamptons...sorry Steve-O, next week buddy...I promise!
I head East on the Long Island Expressway.
E11even Hours Ago:
We arrive at Bedell, I have seen more dogs at Bedell then any other Vineyard that I have been too. The security guard gives us the run around on J, nonetheless...everyone at the End is fine with J. Bedell is the first Long Island vineyard that proved to me it has a product, comparable to any on the planet in quality. Four years ago, I tasted the 2005 Bedell Musee...hands down the best Long Island wine I had. I bought myself a small alotment of it...still sitting in my cellar!!! Aren't my friends lucky!!!
We reieve a flight of five reds (generic blend red, 2009 Merlot, Taste RED Blend, 2008 Cabernet Franc, and 2008 Musee...our pourer also shared with us the 2008 Syrah/Viogenier).
All the time...Little Mr J has brought us over a half dozen women, cooing and ooing with J. I find the young woman sweet and attractive, the older women just as attractive in a differenmt Chic way with a lot more sex appeal.
Before we though, I inform our Pourer that I have 2005 Musee from the orignal release date...and I was dissappointmented to see it re-released and more then tripled in Price$$$+ She refutes my claim and tries to convince me that I am mistaken or confused. She tells me that shes worked at Bedell for 14 years, and calls over the premisis expert...this slender and friendly gentleman vaguely recalls some truth to my story...he dissappears. Five minutes later he comes back to and confirms that my memory was right. The vineyard sold 14 bottles of the re-released Musee (each bottle costing $250) three to four years ago. Not that I wanted to prove anyone wrong, I just feel a bit awkward now in her presence...my party of three leaves...
Ten Hours ago:
Jazz on the Vine at Raphael...
Hands Down the slickest looking Vineyard on the North Fork. It is a Large Italian Villa overlooking a wonderful panaramic of grape vines on the back drop of a setting sun...beautifully Enchanting...breathtakingly Mesmerizing. Goddesses come here and never leave...
I walk through these gigantic large wooden Cathedral doors and I am greet a sweet young female concierge. As a courtesy I ask if I can bring in my four legged friend...she brightens up like a Jack-O-Latern
"Only he comes and says hi to me"
"But of course he will", I promise her...
There is taller attractive blonde standing behind her. I send her a smile and a wink...I catch her blush and turn away. There is amount of gratification that comes with unspoken seduction of a complete stranger. The concierge hands Six tickets. The first pair allows for two glasses of their house Red, the second pair are Raffle Tickets (to what I have no idea), and the last pair...don't even ask, because I just don't even know.
In a room that has somewhere around fifty tables set for seating...I can't find one available chair. I stand at the bar...and there we make new friends...but of a similar variety...at some point I am staring into this woman's cell phone looking at a picture of her drooling dog. Again, the young women are lured in yet awkward and the older ones prance and entice.
Welcome Shenole Latimer Quartet (presented by Next Stop Magazine)...The Jazz musician is the best I have seen yet during this ongoing Jazz Festival. The band is playing GREAT music, and their leader is a very charasmatic Black fellow who is quite comedic during his discussions in between their songs. We leave, as the music comes to an end...
P.s. there 2005 Cabernet Sauvgnon was terrific, not for the $65 price and there 2005 Merlot was equally impressive at Two-Thirds the Price...in case you are still Keeping Score...
A quarter after Five:
Next Dog friendly Stop is good old Martha Clara...
Wonderful, I just Love corporations. At least they've made it known that they are accepting of four legged friends.
The pourers here are young and bit shy. I chat up these two older women next to me, they've driven out from Brooklyn. My buddies are schmoozing it up with the younger crowd and other Dog Lovers (such a finicky breed...Best in Show anyone?). We see a myraid of types...and make a few more friends. We leave, again...because we must...without even trying there best wine 6025...
Its just past Six:
With our options all but Exhausted, we land where we had gone two weeks earlier...Ronoake.
Pourer George remembered us, or so he says...I do believe him though. I see Amanda, in a basic knee high dress, black leggings and dark flats. I can tell, her legs are thick and toned...but she is in a non-social mood. She seems to be sorting through some sort of cleric "issue". She barely even acknowledges us. George convinces us to perchase a bottle rather then get two glasses of wine...well done george, good salesman...2007 cabernet Sauv.
Next to us, is a Brooklyn couple out for the weekend. They have their own four legged company, his name is Easton and he is Labrador. Sweet and Friendly.
J doesn't like Easton, he growls and barks.
Time Out J!
I hear a small crowd gather in the room in the back, I ask George..."who's back there and what are they doing?"
"Just a few people enjoying their wine"
Within ten minutes or so...the group emerges...
I have been identied by two of the women in the Group...Mary G (forth time shes been mention in Human Dynamics) and her close friend Barbara Jean. They greet me with a hug...which surprises Mary, "You've let me touch you" she says...
I think to myself, yeah I know...I don't have the energy to wiggle away from you!
"what kind of wine are you drinking?" she asks
I raise my glass, and extend my arm out to her. She takes my glass and sips, puckers her lips..."I hate Red Wine"
Well I hate people touching me...so we're even.
They leave, do we...
Six Thirty, its time we take J back home, grab a quick bite to eat and head over and watch live music down in Patchogue...or so we think our plan to be...
A quarter after Seven:
We agree on Hurricane Wings...
I like Katrina, the last time I had her as my server convinced me she's my girl...i am not the best at recognizing people, but i would recognize her. She is curvy with these gorgeous big blue eyes. A big welcoming smile with a very small gap in between her two front teeth...she is adorable to say the least.
We walk in, i see no Katrina...its her night off, my loss
We sit at the far end of the dining section, right next to the edge of the bar.
I sit in my seat and I immediately notice my buddy gravitate to the demure blonde at the bar. I see him talking into her ear...I do not recognize her. He comes over to me a minute or two later.
"She has an engagement ring"
Ok, I think, why are you telling me this exactly...
I get a better look at her...I know exactly who she is. I kind of give Joe the Old, so what will you do about this then big whoop-tee-doo?
He gets my point, and goes back to her...within less then a coin flip, the young lady stands up and Joes pulls her chair to our table...I find myself back to a party of three.
Our waitress comes by "I remember you" she enthusiasticaly tells me...I hope her memory is of a good "you"! I certainly do not recognize her.
He motions in my direction, "do you know my friend"
she responds, "I've seen him around before"
we now are formerly introduced...
Patrick meet Wendy...Wendy, Patrick
Hi and Hello.
She is attractive, very attractive. Her Crystiline Blue eyes are large and Feline like. Her skin is smoothe and milky. She has a stud piercing on her right nostril and her beach blonde hair is up in a high pony tail. Wendy has been Holy Grail Crush for the last two years...
She has never, as much uttered anything beyond the obligatory hi, hello and how are you to Joe...
Tonight is Different, very Different.
Wendy is dressed in Aesthetician's clothes...I assume she came straight to the bar after work.
We engage her talking about her life. He father is states away and a full blown alcoholic...seemingly neglecting his sole daughter. Her mother, also an alcoholic has remarried and abusive man...this is getting more depressing by the moment. Last summer, Joe repeatedly attempted to date Wendy...who continually denied his advancements because she was "in love" with her boyfriend who sold beer locally. She broke up with this fellow within the last six months...
met a new guy, who proposed to Wendy two and a half months ago...
That was Quick!
Wendy's thinking..."I guess so?" "I mean do you really want to marry me? Really?"
She talks about her new Beau...A no ambition, under achieveing, no direction type of lost soul. He is a musician who can't sing, at all...but he seems to be handy and fix many things. It sounds as if she Pities and cares for this Beau...
She shows me her ring. It looks like a regular ring. She sighs, "its so small, but its Tiffany's", "I Guess that I am doing the right thing, My friends seem to support this"
At some point, she stops talking about him...almost as if she outright forgot about him...and I was not about to remind her.
She introduces us to her two girlfriends...The Bartender and the Waitress. Wendy also sang for Joe and I, a beautiful voice...absolutely hypnotic...I haven't been vocally bedazzled like that since I Heard Ms Scarlet sing. The two women do hold many parallels.
We convince her sing for more people.
It has to be around Eleven P.M. now:
Joe leaves with her, I leave solo...we converge at the Village Way. I sit by myself, Stephanie serves me a beer that I never asked for...Thank You Stephanie. Stephanie is a Gorgegous sweet woman, Very ethnic looking...she is Italian. She happens to be a Single Mother, with Boyfriends-du-Jour.
Minding my own business, I get approached by a pair of couples. They are somewhere around twenty to twenty fives years older then me.
The Alpha Male of the group asks me "Am I a performer? Perhaps an Artist?" I am neither, but I know where he is heading with it.
I have a unique look, and I do things my way...
Usually out of turn and on my own time...regardless of what the rules may state. Sometimes I step on toes of those in line...most times, those folks aren't even aware that I am there, or even here...
I listen for my drum...I am the only one that hears that beat...
it pounds loud and intensely...it would be great if others heard it too, it has a wonderfully unique and beautiful beat...
"hi" I respond "I do write a blog, and to date I have been read in Sixty Five countries by over 14,000 people" (P.s. Yes, Thank You Readership!)
He enthusiastically smiles and calls over his three friends...
He asks for this Blog Address...
http://www.relationshipfromasingleeye.blogspot.com/ I write on a bar napking with the name Patrick Benson.
He Hands me a card and it reads:
Imagine Gallery
http://www.imaginegallery.ifp3.com/
His name is John
His friend Ken hands me a napkin and it reads his Blog address as Me4PortJeff
By this point, its late and I am about to lose and hour, I find Joe and Wendy and let them know that it is time for me to go...
I wish I had two minutes to spend with Wendy, one on one time...its how I best communicate with people. I would tell her that pity should not be the emotion in which she marries a man...
after all, do you think that her fiancee would be pleased to know that shes off with two guys that she basically just met? On a Saturday night?
Upon looking at my collectables, only one thing comes to mind...
An unexpectedly interesting evening to say the least...One100Hundred%Percent Pleasant Approved too! NOT always the case.
It was one of those mornings where memories of the night before slowly trickled forward and made their presence known...
This morning has already begun with a full hour gone...gone the way time always goes...in a flash, from a forgotton past...as I already told you, Gone...Forgotton...Done.
But Where?
I fold the napkin with a web address and circled name Ned into my front fleece pocket. The bussiness card of perhaps an Artist from a local Art Gallery. Two Raffle tickets and a few reciepts round out my new possessions. Its already an hour later then it should be...
I grab my keys and rush outside as soon as I leave my cat a bowl full of dried cat food...The Sun hits my eyes, they uncomfortably adjust...Oh yeah, look at that...
A Yellow Izuzu Cross Over is parked next to my car...Right, I had forgotton about that.
I dial my buddy up:
"Hey, you want me to come pick you up and get you to your car?"
"That would be great, Thanks"
Fifteen minutes later, I am at the doorstep of his parents house with two hands full of dog biskets...which i promptly hand over and off we go.
Twenty five minutes later, during which time I verbally revisited the previous day with my primary witness, I pull up back to my house and let him out...
Sorry, I can't sit and chat any longer...I've already lost an Hour...
I grab some breakfast and few select items for a few relatives...all gthe while still mentally absorbing my chain of events. Ninety minutes later...here I sit, ready to reveal my chronicle of Events that span Ten Hours...and somewhere in the neighborhood of seventy miles of travel.
A little over Forteen Hours Ago:
JD, my last appointment has decided to forgo her time with me and spend it elsewhere...why not, its a beautiful Spring Saturday (in early March though...funny how time as a whole has jumped so far Ahead). Gives me time to do a few things. I run my handful of errands, and call my friend up to inform him That I am running Late...and that he should meet me at my house, and I will drive out us from there. I am secretly hoping to Drive out to the Southampton and East Hampton area. Stop at Wolffer Estate and drop by and see our good old friend Steve-O. Thats a lost friend...I haven't seen him in over two years (and its more my fault then anything else), and that last visit was certainly one bizarre rendezvous (A story for another time, I promise). He lives the Life only the Uni-Bomber could understand...and I may be the only human on the planet that Steve-O accepts a visit from. Lucky me, Lucky Ettienne...
Twleve Hours ago:
My buddy arrives, he brought a guest...his four year old Pug name J. I know parents aren't "supposed" to have Favorites...but J is a miniture version of walking emotional mushy love...
We get J some dog biskets...
I cut South and East...
Since we can not confirm if Wolffer Estate allows pets, we nix our plans for the Hamptons...sorry Steve-O, next week buddy...I promise!
I head East on the Long Island Expressway.
E11even Hours Ago:
We arrive at Bedell, I have seen more dogs at Bedell then any other Vineyard that I have been too. The security guard gives us the run around on J, nonetheless...everyone at the End is fine with J. Bedell is the first Long Island vineyard that proved to me it has a product, comparable to any on the planet in quality. Four years ago, I tasted the 2005 Bedell Musee...hands down the best Long Island wine I had. I bought myself a small alotment of it...still sitting in my cellar!!! Aren't my friends lucky!!!
We reieve a flight of five reds (generic blend red, 2009 Merlot, Taste RED Blend, 2008 Cabernet Franc, and 2008 Musee...our pourer also shared with us the 2008 Syrah/Viogenier).
All the time...Little Mr J has brought us over a half dozen women, cooing and ooing with J. I find the young woman sweet and attractive, the older women just as attractive in a differenmt Chic way with a lot more sex appeal.
Before we though, I inform our Pourer that I have 2005 Musee from the orignal release date...and I was dissappointmented to see it re-released and more then tripled in Price$$$+ She refutes my claim and tries to convince me that I am mistaken or confused. She tells me that shes worked at Bedell for 14 years, and calls over the premisis expert...this slender and friendly gentleman vaguely recalls some truth to my story...he dissappears. Five minutes later he comes back to and confirms that my memory was right. The vineyard sold 14 bottles of the re-released Musee (each bottle costing $250) three to four years ago. Not that I wanted to prove anyone wrong, I just feel a bit awkward now in her presence...my party of three leaves...
Ten Hours ago:
Jazz on the Vine at Raphael...
Hands Down the slickest looking Vineyard on the North Fork. It is a Large Italian Villa overlooking a wonderful panaramic of grape vines on the back drop of a setting sun...beautifully Enchanting...breathtakingly Mesmerizing. Goddesses come here and never leave...
I walk through these gigantic large wooden Cathedral doors and I am greet a sweet young female concierge. As a courtesy I ask if I can bring in my four legged friend...she brightens up like a Jack-O-Latern
"Only he comes and says hi to me"
"But of course he will", I promise her...
There is taller attractive blonde standing behind her. I send her a smile and a wink...I catch her blush and turn away. There is amount of gratification that comes with unspoken seduction of a complete stranger. The concierge hands Six tickets. The first pair allows for two glasses of their house Red, the second pair are Raffle Tickets (to what I have no idea), and the last pair...don't even ask, because I just don't even know.
In a room that has somewhere around fifty tables set for seating...I can't find one available chair. I stand at the bar...and there we make new friends...but of a similar variety...at some point I am staring into this woman's cell phone looking at a picture of her drooling dog. Again, the young women are lured in yet awkward and the older ones prance and entice.
Welcome Shenole Latimer Quartet (presented by Next Stop Magazine)...The Jazz musician is the best I have seen yet during this ongoing Jazz Festival. The band is playing GREAT music, and their leader is a very charasmatic Black fellow who is quite comedic during his discussions in between their songs. We leave, as the music comes to an end...
P.s. there 2005 Cabernet Sauvgnon was terrific, not for the $65 price and there 2005 Merlot was equally impressive at Two-Thirds the Price...in case you are still Keeping Score...
A quarter after Five:
Next Dog friendly Stop is good old Martha Clara...
Wonderful, I just Love corporations. At least they've made it known that they are accepting of four legged friends.
The pourers here are young and bit shy. I chat up these two older women next to me, they've driven out from Brooklyn. My buddies are schmoozing it up with the younger crowd and other Dog Lovers (such a finicky breed...Best in Show anyone?). We see a myraid of types...and make a few more friends. We leave, again...because we must...without even trying there best wine 6025...
Its just past Six:
With our options all but Exhausted, we land where we had gone two weeks earlier...Ronoake.
Pourer George remembered us, or so he says...I do believe him though. I see Amanda, in a basic knee high dress, black leggings and dark flats. I can tell, her legs are thick and toned...but she is in a non-social mood. She seems to be sorting through some sort of cleric "issue". She barely even acknowledges us. George convinces us to perchase a bottle rather then get two glasses of wine...well done george, good salesman...2007 cabernet Sauv.
Next to us, is a Brooklyn couple out for the weekend. They have their own four legged company, his name is Easton and he is Labrador. Sweet and Friendly.
J doesn't like Easton, he growls and barks.
Time Out J!
I hear a small crowd gather in the room in the back, I ask George..."who's back there and what are they doing?"
"Just a few people enjoying their wine"
Within ten minutes or so...the group emerges...
I have been identied by two of the women in the Group...Mary G (forth time shes been mention in Human Dynamics) and her close friend Barbara Jean. They greet me with a hug...which surprises Mary, "You've let me touch you" she says...
I think to myself, yeah I know...I don't have the energy to wiggle away from you!
"what kind of wine are you drinking?" she asks
I raise my glass, and extend my arm out to her. She takes my glass and sips, puckers her lips..."I hate Red Wine"
Well I hate people touching me...so we're even.
They leave, do we...
Six Thirty, its time we take J back home, grab a quick bite to eat and head over and watch live music down in Patchogue...or so we think our plan to be...
A quarter after Seven:
We agree on Hurricane Wings...
I like Katrina, the last time I had her as my server convinced me she's my girl...i am not the best at recognizing people, but i would recognize her. She is curvy with these gorgeous big blue eyes. A big welcoming smile with a very small gap in between her two front teeth...she is adorable to say the least.
We walk in, i see no Katrina...its her night off, my loss
We sit at the far end of the dining section, right next to the edge of the bar.
I sit in my seat and I immediately notice my buddy gravitate to the demure blonde at the bar. I see him talking into her ear...I do not recognize her. He comes over to me a minute or two later.
"She has an engagement ring"
Ok, I think, why are you telling me this exactly...
I get a better look at her...I know exactly who she is. I kind of give Joe the Old, so what will you do about this then big whoop-tee-doo?
He gets my point, and goes back to her...within less then a coin flip, the young lady stands up and Joes pulls her chair to our table...I find myself back to a party of three.
Our waitress comes by "I remember you" she enthusiasticaly tells me...I hope her memory is of a good "you"! I certainly do not recognize her.
He motions in my direction, "do you know my friend"
she responds, "I've seen him around before"
we now are formerly introduced...
Patrick meet Wendy...Wendy, Patrick
Hi and Hello.
She is attractive, very attractive. Her Crystiline Blue eyes are large and Feline like. Her skin is smoothe and milky. She has a stud piercing on her right nostril and her beach blonde hair is up in a high pony tail. Wendy has been Holy Grail Crush for the last two years...
She has never, as much uttered anything beyond the obligatory hi, hello and how are you to Joe...
Tonight is Different, very Different.
Wendy is dressed in Aesthetician's clothes...I assume she came straight to the bar after work.
We engage her talking about her life. He father is states away and a full blown alcoholic...seemingly neglecting his sole daughter. Her mother, also an alcoholic has remarried and abusive man...this is getting more depressing by the moment. Last summer, Joe repeatedly attempted to date Wendy...who continually denied his advancements because she was "in love" with her boyfriend who sold beer locally. She broke up with this fellow within the last six months...
met a new guy, who proposed to Wendy two and a half months ago...
That was Quick!
Wendy's thinking..."I guess so?" "I mean do you really want to marry me? Really?"
She talks about her new Beau...A no ambition, under achieveing, no direction type of lost soul. He is a musician who can't sing, at all...but he seems to be handy and fix many things. It sounds as if she Pities and cares for this Beau...
She shows me her ring. It looks like a regular ring. She sighs, "its so small, but its Tiffany's", "I Guess that I am doing the right thing, My friends seem to support this"
At some point, she stops talking about him...almost as if she outright forgot about him...and I was not about to remind her.
She introduces us to her two girlfriends...The Bartender and the Waitress. Wendy also sang for Joe and I, a beautiful voice...absolutely hypnotic...I haven't been vocally bedazzled like that since I Heard Ms Scarlet sing. The two women do hold many parallels.
We convince her sing for more people.
It has to be around Eleven P.M. now:
Joe leaves with her, I leave solo...we converge at the Village Way. I sit by myself, Stephanie serves me a beer that I never asked for...Thank You Stephanie. Stephanie is a Gorgegous sweet woman, Very ethnic looking...she is Italian. She happens to be a Single Mother, with Boyfriends-du-Jour.
Minding my own business, I get approached by a pair of couples. They are somewhere around twenty to twenty fives years older then me.
The Alpha Male of the group asks me "Am I a performer? Perhaps an Artist?" I am neither, but I know where he is heading with it.
I have a unique look, and I do things my way...
Usually out of turn and on my own time...regardless of what the rules may state. Sometimes I step on toes of those in line...most times, those folks aren't even aware that I am there, or even here...
I listen for my drum...I am the only one that hears that beat...
it pounds loud and intensely...it would be great if others heard it too, it has a wonderfully unique and beautiful beat...
"hi" I respond "I do write a blog, and to date I have been read in Sixty Five countries by over 14,000 people" (P.s. Yes, Thank You Readership!)
He enthusiastically smiles and calls over his three friends...
He asks for this Blog Address...
http://www.relationshipfromasingleeye.blogspot.com/ I write on a bar napking with the name Patrick Benson.
He Hands me a card and it reads:
Imagine Gallery
http://www.imaginegallery.ifp3.com/
His name is John
His friend Ken hands me a napkin and it reads his Blog address as Me4PortJeff
By this point, its late and I am about to lose and hour, I find Joe and Wendy and let them know that it is time for me to go...
I wish I had two minutes to spend with Wendy, one on one time...its how I best communicate with people. I would tell her that pity should not be the emotion in which she marries a man...
after all, do you think that her fiancee would be pleased to know that shes off with two guys that she basically just met? On a Saturday night?
Friday, March 9, 2012
Venting 101
Because I feel like it!
I hold no gripe, nor do I bare some burden...
I don't even carry an ounce of anomosity against any one specific individual.
Yet I find most do.
Heavy hearts. Broken souls. Tormented spirits.
Guilt. Shame. Anger. Angst. Restlessness. Jealousy. Low self worth...
this list is extensive,
I'm only sharing the tip...because you know how deep it goes...
Yet none directly afflict me.
I'm not in a bad marriage/relationship.
Nobody ever abused me, ever.
Not as a child, young adult...or grown man.
I've done my best not to hurt others...
Doesn't always fall in that favor...I can't control other people's emotions, nor would I want that task.
Any chance I get, I help whomever needs it...and I don't even care if they acknowledge or reciprocate it.
Why?
Because everyone should help someone in need, when possible.
This circle can and will make the world spin, the sun shine and the moon glow...
This chain spawns care...which leads to love...love creates growth. Emotional, Physical, Psychological and Spiritual growth.
We illuminate the skies when loved...we ouze with hope...we coo with delight.
Radiate with an unblemished sparkle that can be spoken about for generations to come...
Ask Mark Anthony...
He defied an empire over his rapture...
Helen of Troy...the face that launch a thousand ships...
Romancism thrives on desire and unsatiated hunger.
Creates dreams. Craves. Lusts....waiting to devour the limitless energy of existance...
In dreams we can be anything. For anyone.
I'm not opposed to it, I just hold my doubts...doubts created through disappointment...disappointments built by bad judgements.
Mine?
No!
By others.
I feel patronized by misguided choices...I can't be the Only one capable of being reasonable, logical, thoughtful, grounded?
But again, it just might be from my perceived angle...my bias...
After all, don't we all know we are in the right...
And EVERY ONE else is scr*wing up this place?
I hold no gripe, nor do I bare some burden...
I don't even carry an ounce of anomosity against any one specific individual.
Yet I find most do.
Heavy hearts. Broken souls. Tormented spirits.
Guilt. Shame. Anger. Angst. Restlessness. Jealousy. Low self worth...
this list is extensive,
I'm only sharing the tip...because you know how deep it goes...
Yet none directly afflict me.
I'm not in a bad marriage/relationship.
Nobody ever abused me, ever.
Not as a child, young adult...or grown man.
I've done my best not to hurt others...
Doesn't always fall in that favor...I can't control other people's emotions, nor would I want that task.
Any chance I get, I help whomever needs it...and I don't even care if they acknowledge or reciprocate it.
Why?
Because everyone should help someone in need, when possible.
This circle can and will make the world spin, the sun shine and the moon glow...
This chain spawns care...which leads to love...love creates growth. Emotional, Physical, Psychological and Spiritual growth.
We illuminate the skies when loved...we ouze with hope...we coo with delight.
Radiate with an unblemished sparkle that can be spoken about for generations to come...
Ask Mark Anthony...
He defied an empire over his rapture...
Helen of Troy...the face that launch a thousand ships...
Romancism thrives on desire and unsatiated hunger.
Creates dreams. Craves. Lusts....waiting to devour the limitless energy of existance...
In dreams we can be anything. For anyone.
I'm not opposed to it, I just hold my doubts...doubts created through disappointment...disappointments built by bad judgements.
Mine?
No!
By others.
I feel patronized by misguided choices...I can't be the Only one capable of being reasonable, logical, thoughtful, grounded?
But again, it just might be from my perceived angle...my bias...
After all, don't we all know we are in the right...
And EVERY ONE else is scr*wing up this place?
If the question is...what will my next cookie be...?
I say that It Depends...
On what?
It depends on what the company will be? Milk and cookies??? Oreo (unless you have soft moist chocolate chip). Coffee and lintzer tart! Tea with short bread cookies (runner up are chocolate marzipan cookies). Hot Chocolate and butter cookies (second choice are the pepperidge Milanos). Espresso and Biscoti. Cappuccino and pralines...Lattee and sugar cookies.I can do this all day...so, who/what will be the company to the cookie, because it matters!
Personally, I like red wine with dark Belgium chocolat...
P.s. All cookies must be homemade!
On what?
It depends on what the company will be? Milk and cookies??? Oreo (unless you have soft moist chocolate chip). Coffee and lintzer tart! Tea with short bread cookies (runner up are chocolate marzipan cookies). Hot Chocolate and butter cookies (second choice are the pepperidge Milanos). Espresso and Biscoti. Cappuccino and pralines...Lattee and sugar cookies.I can do this all day...so, who/what will be the company to the cookie, because it matters!
Personally, I like red wine with dark Belgium chocolat...
P.s. All cookies must be homemade!
My Quiet Evenings
Intoxicating...Overwhelming
The room is large, well lit and open...absolutely cluttered with occupants, Hot and Stuffy...and there I am, right in the middle...of all of them...so out of place, and just in time!
Each Exhibiting very specific seductive shapes and exotic sizes, all uniquely beautiful with their facades, contours and own distinct aromas...
I peek a glimpse to my right...
Short...Plump, healthy, firm and volumptuous...yet deluged and uniform...her flesh has that waxy silver glaze, coating a deepened hue
Next to her lays...sprawled a very dark...almost maroon to black tangled Goddess...marginally rotund and glossy with fresh looking lavish stems...she fits in with the rest
Behind her...stands a tall and firm Blonde...She's long, flawlessly smoothe...lean and glistening
To her right...
I noticed another...she is soft, waterlogged, rough, rigid and wrinkled...
Behind me, she's creamy and delicate...velvety in texture, slightly soft on the blossom...faint fruit aroma...devastingly alluring...rare
Behind her...
She's average sized, thin light yellow blushed with pink flesh...yielding to torques...she has a strong sweet aroma...
To my left...she is stunningly delicious
Bursting with a smoothe uneven Tan...patched in a little red, some yellow even a smidge of orange...Buxom, soft, supple, blooming, heavenly...I catch a hint of a peachy pine aroma...I just want to bite into her!!!
Over my left...
She is stout and heavy for her size, but every bit as enticing...Golden brown, her eyes are slightly separated...she has a pleasant tropical fragrance.
In the corner, quietly tucked away...
Her ripe rosey skin is unblemished and mouthwateringly smooth...unassuming yet always appetizing..!
Blueberries, Cherries, Banana, Grapefruit, Honeydew, Guava, Mango, Pineapple and Tomato...My list is complete...off to my Bikram Hot Yoga Class. If only ripeness for connection were so simple to detect!
The room is large, well lit and open...absolutely cluttered with occupants, Hot and Stuffy...and there I am, right in the middle...of all of them...so out of place, and just in time!
Each Exhibiting very specific seductive shapes and exotic sizes, all uniquely beautiful with their facades, contours and own distinct aromas...
I peek a glimpse to my right...
Short...Plump, healthy, firm and volumptuous...yet deluged and uniform...her flesh has that waxy silver glaze, coating a deepened hue
Next to her lays...sprawled a very dark...almost maroon to black tangled Goddess...marginally rotund and glossy with fresh looking lavish stems...she fits in with the rest
Behind her...stands a tall and firm Blonde...She's long, flawlessly smoothe...lean and glistening
To her right...
I noticed another...she is soft, waterlogged, rough, rigid and wrinkled...
Behind me, she's creamy and delicate...velvety in texture, slightly soft on the blossom...faint fruit aroma...devastingly alluring...rare
Behind her...
She's average sized, thin light yellow blushed with pink flesh...yielding to torques...she has a strong sweet aroma...
To my left...she is stunningly delicious
Bursting with a smoothe uneven Tan...patched in a little red, some yellow even a smidge of orange...Buxom, soft, supple, blooming, heavenly...I catch a hint of a peachy pine aroma...I just want to bite into her!!!
Over my left...
She is stout and heavy for her size, but every bit as enticing...Golden brown, her eyes are slightly separated...she has a pleasant tropical fragrance.
In the corner, quietly tucked away...
Her ripe rosey skin is unblemished and mouthwateringly smooth...unassuming yet always appetizing..!
Blueberries, Cherries, Banana, Grapefruit, Honeydew, Guava, Mango, Pineapple and Tomato...My list is complete...off to my Bikram Hot Yoga Class. If only ripeness for connection were so simple to detect!
Thursday, March 8, 2012
What Patronizes you?
I find: Liars, unnecessary or excessive text and/or emails (Kevin?), unreliability, lousy drivers, hot women with annoying or dumb guys, uncoordinated traffic lights, Rudeness, Unfaithfulness, unfriendly/feisty pets, undetected spoiled food, POOR Communication, brown nosers, tattle tales, autocorrect, friends who can't keep secrets, Rent-A-Cops, humoring people who aren't funny, people who date my Ex's...and my Exes!!! I find all of that, a tad bit patronizing!
One Day Closer...
The largest solar storm in five years was due to arrive on Earth early Thursday, promising to shake the globe's magnetic field while expanding the Northern Lights.
The storm started with a massive solar flare earlier in the week and grew as it raced outward from the sun, expanding like a giant soap bubble, scientists said. When it strikes, the particles will be moving at 4 million mph.
"It's hitting us right in the nose," said Joe Kunches, a scientist for the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration in Boulder, Colo.
The massive cloud of charged particles could disrupt utility grids, airline flights, satellite networks and GPS services, especially in northern areas. But the same blast could also paint colorful auroras farther from the poles than normal.
Astronomers say the sun has been relatively quiet for some time. And this storm, while strong, may seem fiercer because Earth has been lulled by several years of weak solar activity.
The storm is part of the sun's normal 11-year cycle, which is supposed to reach peak storminess next year. Solar storms don't harm people, but they do disrupt technology. And during the last peak around 2002, experts learned that GPS was vulnerable to solar outbursts.
Because new technology has flourished since then, scientists could discover that some new systems are also at risk, said Jeffrey Hughes, director of the Center for Integrated Space Weather Modeling at Boston University.
A decade ago, this type of solar storm happened a couple of times a year, Hughes said.
"This is a good-size event, but not the extreme type," said Bill Murtagh, program coordinator for the federal government's Space Weather Prediction Center.
The sun erupted Tuesday evening, and the most noticeable effects should arrive here between 1 a.m. and 5 a.m. EST Thursday, according to forecasters at the space weather center. The effects could linger through Friday morning.
Center forecaster Rob Steenburgh said shortly before 5 a.m. EST Thursday that there still had been no noticeable effects on Earth or on a satellite geared to monitor the storm's impact.
"We haven't seen the shock arrive at the satellite yet," Steenburgh said. "We're keeping an eye on it."
The region of the sun that erupted can still send more blasts our way, Kunches said. He said another set of active sunspots is ready to aim at Earth right after this.
"This is a big sun spot group, particularly nasty," NASA solar physicist David Hathaway said. "Things are really twisted up and mixed up. It keeps flaring."
Storms like this start with sun spots, Hathaway said.
Then comes an initial solar flare of subatomic particles that resemble a filament coming out of the sun. That part already hit Earth only minutes after the initial burst, bringing radio and radiation disturbances.
After that comes the coronal mass ejection, which looks like a growing bubble and takes a couple days to reach Earth. It's that ejection that could cause magnetic disruptions Thursday.
"It could give us a bit of a jolt," NASA solar physicist Alex Young said.
The storm follows an earlier, weaker solar eruption that happened Sunday, Kunches said.
For North America, the good part of a solar storm – the one that creates more noticeable auroras or Northern Lights – will peak Thursday evening. Auroras could dip as far south as the Great Lakes states or lower, Kunches said, but a full moon will make them harder to see.
Auroras are "probably the treat we get when the sun erupts," Kunches said.
Still, the potential for problems is widespread. Solar storms have three ways they can disrupt technology on Earth: with magnetic, radio and radiation emissions. This is an unusual situation, when all three types of solar storm disruptions are likely to be strong, Kunches said. That makes it the strongest overall since December 2006.
That means "a whole host of things" could follow, he said.
North American utilities are monitoring for abnormalities on their grids and have contingency plans, said Kimberly Mielcarek, spokeswoman for the North American Electric Reliability Corporation, a consortium of electricity grid operators.
In 1989, a strong solar storm knocked out the power grid in Quebec, causing 6 million people to lose power.
Solar storms can also make global positioning systems less accurate and cause GPS outages.
The storm could trigger communication problems and additional radiation around the north and south poles – a risk that will probably force airlines to reroute flights. Some already have done so, Kunches said.
Satellites could be affected, too. NASA spokesman Rob Navias said the space agency isn't taking any extra precautions to protect astronauts on the International Space Station from Radiation.
Article by
Seth Borenstein
If you would like to see the light show...
http://sohowww.nascom.nasa.gov/pickoftheweek/JHV_X5_flare.jpg
http://sohowww.nascom.nasa.gov/pickoftheweek/C3_X5_flare.mov
http://sohowww.nascom.nasa.gov/pickoftheweek/C3_X5_flare_big.mpg
http://sohowww.nascom.nasa.gov/pickoftheweek/JHV_X5_flare.mp4
http://sohowww.nascom.nasa.gov/pickoftheweek/SDO_X5_flare.mp4
The storm started with a massive solar flare earlier in the week and grew as it raced outward from the sun, expanding like a giant soap bubble, scientists said. When it strikes, the particles will be moving at 4 million mph.
"It's hitting us right in the nose," said Joe Kunches, a scientist for the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration in Boulder, Colo.
The massive cloud of charged particles could disrupt utility grids, airline flights, satellite networks and GPS services, especially in northern areas. But the same blast could also paint colorful auroras farther from the poles than normal.
Astronomers say the sun has been relatively quiet for some time. And this storm, while strong, may seem fiercer because Earth has been lulled by several years of weak solar activity.
The storm is part of the sun's normal 11-year cycle, which is supposed to reach peak storminess next year. Solar storms don't harm people, but they do disrupt technology. And during the last peak around 2002, experts learned that GPS was vulnerable to solar outbursts.
Because new technology has flourished since then, scientists could discover that some new systems are also at risk, said Jeffrey Hughes, director of the Center for Integrated Space Weather Modeling at Boston University.
A decade ago, this type of solar storm happened a couple of times a year, Hughes said.
"This is a good-size event, but not the extreme type," said Bill Murtagh, program coordinator for the federal government's Space Weather Prediction Center.
The sun erupted Tuesday evening, and the most noticeable effects should arrive here between 1 a.m. and 5 a.m. EST Thursday, according to forecasters at the space weather center. The effects could linger through Friday morning.
Center forecaster Rob Steenburgh said shortly before 5 a.m. EST Thursday that there still had been no noticeable effects on Earth or on a satellite geared to monitor the storm's impact.
"We haven't seen the shock arrive at the satellite yet," Steenburgh said. "We're keeping an eye on it."
The region of the sun that erupted can still send more blasts our way, Kunches said. He said another set of active sunspots is ready to aim at Earth right after this.
"This is a big sun spot group, particularly nasty," NASA solar physicist David Hathaway said. "Things are really twisted up and mixed up. It keeps flaring."
Storms like this start with sun spots, Hathaway said.
Then comes an initial solar flare of subatomic particles that resemble a filament coming out of the sun. That part already hit Earth only minutes after the initial burst, bringing radio and radiation disturbances.
After that comes the coronal mass ejection, which looks like a growing bubble and takes a couple days to reach Earth. It's that ejection that could cause magnetic disruptions Thursday.
"It could give us a bit of a jolt," NASA solar physicist Alex Young said.
The storm follows an earlier, weaker solar eruption that happened Sunday, Kunches said.
For North America, the good part of a solar storm – the one that creates more noticeable auroras or Northern Lights – will peak Thursday evening. Auroras could dip as far south as the Great Lakes states or lower, Kunches said, but a full moon will make them harder to see.
Auroras are "probably the treat we get when the sun erupts," Kunches said.
Still, the potential for problems is widespread. Solar storms have three ways they can disrupt technology on Earth: with magnetic, radio and radiation emissions. This is an unusual situation, when all three types of solar storm disruptions are likely to be strong, Kunches said. That makes it the strongest overall since December 2006.
That means "a whole host of things" could follow, he said.
North American utilities are monitoring for abnormalities on their grids and have contingency plans, said Kimberly Mielcarek, spokeswoman for the North American Electric Reliability Corporation, a consortium of electricity grid operators.
In 1989, a strong solar storm knocked out the power grid in Quebec, causing 6 million people to lose power.
Solar storms can also make global positioning systems less accurate and cause GPS outages.
The storm could trigger communication problems and additional radiation around the north and south poles – a risk that will probably force airlines to reroute flights. Some already have done so, Kunches said.
Satellites could be affected, too. NASA spokesman Rob Navias said the space agency isn't taking any extra precautions to protect astronauts on the International Space Station from Radiation.
Article by
Seth Borenstein
If you would like to see the light show...
http://sohowww.nascom.nasa.gov/pickoftheweek/JHV_X5_flare.jpg
http://sohowww.nascom.nasa.gov/pickoftheweek/C3_X5_flare.mov
http://sohowww.nascom.nasa.gov/pickoftheweek/C3_X5_flare_big.mpg
http://sohowww.nascom.nasa.gov/pickoftheweek/JHV_X5_flare.mp4
http://sohowww.nascom.nasa.gov/pickoftheweek/SDO_X5_flare.mp4
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Can You please Explain...
If I had a tail...
How Long would it be?
With a tail, do I get whiskers too?
If so, how would I learn to work them?
My ears...would they still be the same?
Or better? But with a tail...how would that work?
and my Nose...would it be smooshed in...or perched out...
what happens with a tail?
Do paws come with tails? Does Fur?
My voice, what would come of my voice...or would you only see my words...my tantilizing words.
Words that advocate good.
Words that hold no judgement.
Words intended to share...Never take.
But, how would my tail fit in?
Does it?
Would I stick out?
Would dogs chase me? Cats hiss at me?
If I had a tail, i wouldn't want a collar.
If I had a tail, i wouldn't want to be commanded...barkbarkbark!!!
I can make up my own mind thank you for offering though...I'll keep your generosity in mind...Promise.
I always...and I mean always to a fault...Keep my Promises.
But if I had a tail, would I still?
Only if I had a tail...
what would I...
what could I...
Be? Become? Have Been?
Alls I know is, that I am NOT a hamster!
How Long would it be?
With a tail, do I get whiskers too?
If so, how would I learn to work them?
My ears...would they still be the same?
Or better? But with a tail...how would that work?
and my Nose...would it be smooshed in...or perched out...
what happens with a tail?
Do paws come with tails? Does Fur?
My voice, what would come of my voice...or would you only see my words...my tantilizing words.
Words that advocate good.
Words that hold no judgement.
Words intended to share...Never take.
But, how would my tail fit in?
Does it?
Would I stick out?
Would dogs chase me? Cats hiss at me?
If I had a tail, i wouldn't want a collar.
If I had a tail, i wouldn't want to be commanded...barkbarkbark!!!
I can make up my own mind thank you for offering though...I'll keep your generosity in mind...Promise.
I always...and I mean always to a fault...Keep my Promises.
But if I had a tail, would I still?
Only if I had a tail...
what would I...
what could I...
Be? Become? Have Been?
Alls I know is, that I am NOT a hamster!
Monday, March 5, 2012
Bananas have K+
Ever since the 1940s, when the original "Chiquita Banana" song first introduced this yellow tropical fruit to us, bananas have become a major staple in our kitchens. It's almost hard to imagine a time when bananas were considered exotic (especially since we can now find them at every supermarket, gas station and coffee shop, every single day of the year).
The original song, which at its peak was played 376 times a day on the radio, was written to educate people on how to discern when bananas are ripe: "When they are flecked with brown and have a golden hue" Miss Chiquita sang, as she introduced this new fruit. She even warned that "bananas like the climate of the very, very tropical equator, so you should never put bananas in the refrigerator."
Anyone who has really listened to the lyrics of the "Chiquita Banana" song knows not to put their bananas in the fridge; though many of us have thrown caution to the wind and done it anyway, only to find our yellow bananas turned completely black and utterly tasteless. We know we should listen to Miss Chiquita, but do any of us know why? What is it that makes a banana turn completely brown once exposed to the cold?
A banana's skin consists of plant cells and cellular tissue. This tissue contains phenolic compounds which provides bananas with their iconic yellow color. Bananas ripen with the help of natural acid productions and when exposed to the cold, this acid production slows down and so does the ripening -- rendering the bananas nearly inedible.
The cold, whether natural or a result of refrigeration, quickly breaks down the cell walls of the banana peel. This results in cell membranes that are weak and susceptible to leaking. When the membranes weaken, the phenolic compounds mix with polyphenol oxidase (yes, we know this is getting pretty scientific, but bear with us). As a result of this interaction, the phelonic compounds oxidize and produce a brown compound called melanin, turning our bananas completely black.
So a good rule of thumb is to keep your bananas far, far away from any cold temperatures. That way you can enjoy a taste of the tropics any time of year. Chiquita Banana knows what she's talking about!
The original song, which at its peak was played 376 times a day on the radio, was written to educate people on how to discern when bananas are ripe: "When they are flecked with brown and have a golden hue" Miss Chiquita sang, as she introduced this new fruit. She even warned that "bananas like the climate of the very, very tropical equator, so you should never put bananas in the refrigerator."
Anyone who has really listened to the lyrics of the "Chiquita Banana" song knows not to put their bananas in the fridge; though many of us have thrown caution to the wind and done it anyway, only to find our yellow bananas turned completely black and utterly tasteless. We know we should listen to Miss Chiquita, but do any of us know why? What is it that makes a banana turn completely brown once exposed to the cold?
A banana's skin consists of plant cells and cellular tissue. This tissue contains phenolic compounds which provides bananas with their iconic yellow color. Bananas ripen with the help of natural acid productions and when exposed to the cold, this acid production slows down and so does the ripening -- rendering the bananas nearly inedible.
The cold, whether natural or a result of refrigeration, quickly breaks down the cell walls of the banana peel. This results in cell membranes that are weak and susceptible to leaking. When the membranes weaken, the phenolic compounds mix with polyphenol oxidase (yes, we know this is getting pretty scientific, but bear with us). As a result of this interaction, the phelonic compounds oxidize and produce a brown compound called melanin, turning our bananas completely black.
So a good rule of thumb is to keep your bananas far, far away from any cold temperatures. That way you can enjoy a taste of the tropics any time of year. Chiquita Banana knows what she's talking about!
Sunday, March 4, 2012
I get Accused...of letting the Waterfall drain
Was it my fault...???
Why do strangers look to critize and discover wrongs? Wrong according to whom?
I denounce my religion...and all others (No One can be right, if all others are wrong?)
I have been prosecuted in several courts by a couple of different judges...but they were not the only ones...nor will they all the be the last to do so...if faults exist, they do so in Human form...
Incriminate who? Me? I? and You? Everyone?
Indict Us? All? For?
Because!
We all fall victim to becoming Implicated...
Views tend to be seen from One Angle...From the Perspective of the Accuser
and they are never flattering...hardly forgiving...and seemingly everlasting!!!
Pardon comes from a Justifying hand...Absolving, aquitting, exonerating those who have been vindicated
but, need I confess...
I was once condemned to a loveless relationship
since,
Liberated by my own free will
Thursday, March 1, 2012
The Real Weather God, is Al Roker!
The gods of sky and weather were named "Theoi Ouranioi" by the Greeks. They were under the command of Zeus and Hera, the king and queen of Heaven.
AEOLUS (Aiolos) The king of the winds. He was appointed by Zeus to guard the storm winds which he kept locked away inside the floating island of Aeolia, releasing them at the request of the gods to wreak their havoc.
AETHER (Aither) The primeval god of the shining light of the blue sky. He was conceived of as the substance of light, a layer of bright mist which lay between the dome of heaven and the lower air which surrounded the earth.
ANEMI (1) (Anemoi) The gods of the four directional winds and the heralds of the four seasons. Boreas the north wind was the lord of winter, Zephyros the west was the bringer of spring, Euros the east was the god of autumn, and Notos the south of summer.
ANEMOI (2) The Daemones of the violent storm-winds. They were sons of the monster Typhoeus kept locked away inside Tartarus or the floating island of Aeolus to be released only at the command of the gods.
ARCE (Arke) The messenger of the Titans. She was the sister of Iris and the goddess of the lost second rainbow. At the end of the Titan-war she was stripped of her wings and locked away inside the pit of Tartarus.
ASTRAEUS (Astraios) The Titan god of the stars. He was father of the planets and the four seasonal winds by Eos the dawn.
ASTRA PLANETI (Astra Planetoi) The gods of the five wandering-stars or planets. The leader of these was bright Eosphoros, the god of the dawn-star Venus. The other four were Pyroeis (star Mars), Phaenon (star Saturn), Phaethon (star Jupiter) and Stilbon (star Mercury).
ASTROTHESIAE (Astrothesiai) The spirits or living forms of the heavenly constellations. They were mostly heroes and creatures who were placed amongst the stars by the gods as reward for some service or, in a handful of cases, as a memorial of their crimes.
ATLAS A Titan condemned by Zeus to hold the sky aloft upon his shoulders and turn it upon its axis. Homer in the Odyssey seems to suggest that he was released from this labour and appointed keeper of the pillars of heaven, presumably the ones erected by Heracles at the ends of the earth.
AURA The Titan goddess of the breeze.
AURAE (Aurai) The nymphs of the breezes.
BOREAS The god of the north wind whose wintry breath brought the cold of winter. He dwelt in a cave in the mountains of the far northern land of Thrace.
CHAOS (Khaos) The primeval goddess of the gap between heaven and earth. She was the air which men breathed. Below Chaos her lay the flat body of the earth, and above the shining mists of the protogenos Aether. Chaos was the mother of Darkness and Night and of the birds.
CHIONE (Khione) The goddess of snow. She was daughter a daughter of Boreas, god of the wintry north wind.
CHRONOS The old god of time who turned the wheel of the heavenly constellations. He was sometimes equated with Cronus, the father of Zeus.
CYCLOPES (Kyklopes) Three giant sons of Uranus (Heaven) who forged the lightning and thunder of Zeus. Their three brothers, the Hecatoncheires, were the gods of violent storms.
EOS The winged goddess of the dawn. She heralded the rising of the sun with her rosy brilliance.
EOSPHORUS (Eosphoros) The god of the dawn-star (the star Venus) seen in the morning skies. He was originally regarded as being distinct from Hesperus, the god of the evening star.
EURUS (Euros) The god of the east wind and herald of the autumn season.
HARPYIAE (Harpyiai) Daemones of whirlwinds and storm gusts. They were known as the hounds of Zeus and blamed for the dissappearance of people without a trace.
HECATONCHEIRES (Hekatonkheires) Three hundred-armed, fifty-headed giants. They were the gods of violent storms which they released from the gates of Tartarus.
HELIUS (Helios) The god of the sun whose orb was he wore upon his head as a bright aureole crown. Helios drove a fiery chariot drawn by four winged steeds.
HEMERA The primeval goddess of the day. In the early morn she scattered the mists of her mother Nyx (Lady Night), to reveal the shining light of Aether, the blue sky.
HERA The Queen of Heaven and goddess of the air and starry constellations. The Milky Way was spilt from her breast and most of the other constellations placed in the heavens at her command.
HERSE The goddess of the morning dew.
HESPERIDES The goddesses of sunsets. The three Hesperides tended the tree of the golden apples on Erythea, the Red Isle, in the western stream of the river Oceanus. The apples were a wedding present from Gaea to the sky-gods Zeus and Hera. They were the source of the golden light of sunset, created to celebrate the nuptials of the sky-gods.
HESPERUS (Hesperos) The god of the evening star (the planet Venus). He was originally distinct from his stellar counterpart Eosphorus, the dawn-star.
HORAE (1) (Horai) Three goddesses of the seasons and the ordering of time named Eirene, Eunomia and Dike. They directed the constellations and guiding the Sun in his heavenly course.
HORAE (2) (Horai) The goddesses of the twelve hours of the day. They were originally the same as the first three mentioned above.
HYADES Nymphs of the five stars of the constellation Hyades. They were daughters of the Titan Atlas. Their rising marked the start of the rainy month of spring.
IRIS The goddess of the rainbow. She was the divine messenger of the Olympian gods.
MENAE The nymphs of the fifty new moons of the Olympiad (a period of four years). Fifty moons were significant because this number marked the conjunction of solar and lunar calendars. The goddesses themselves were daughters of the moon-goddess Selene.
NEPHELAE (Nephelai) The nymphs of the clouds. They were daughters of the earth-encircling, river Oceanus from whose waters they drew the rain.
NOTUS (Notos) The god of the wet and stormy south wind who heralded the month of summer.
NYX The primeval goddess of night. In the evening Nyx drew her curtain of dark mists across the sky, cloaking the light of her son Aether, the shining blue sky. In the morn, her daughter Hemera (the goddess Day) lifted the dark mantle.
OCEANIDES (Okeanides)The daughters of the earth-encircling river Oceanus. Some of these were nymphs of clouds (Nephelae) and moistening breezes (Aurae).
OREITHYIA The goddess of cold, gusty mountain winds. She was the wife of Boreas, the wintry north wind, and the mother of Chione, snow.
PLEIADES The nymphs of the seven stars of the constellation Pleiades. They were daughters of the Titan Atlas whose rising and setting were of key importance in the agricultural calendar.
SELENE The goddess of the moon. She rode across the sky on the back of a bull, an ***, or in chariot drawn by winged horses. The moon itself was her crown or billowing veil.
URANUS (Ouranos) The primeval god whose body formed the solid dome of heaven. The Greeks imagined him as a bronze-bodied, star-spangled god whose hands rested upon the earth in the farthest east and feet in the farthest west. He was similar in form to the Egyptian goddess Nut whose starry arching form is common in art. Uranus was a eunuch god, having been castrated by Cronus at the beginning of time.
ZEPHRYUS (Zephyros) The god of the gentle west wind and the herald of spring. He was the husband of Chloris, the goddess of flowers, and the father of Carpus, fruits.
ZEUS The King of the Gods and the ruler of the heavens. He was the god of clouds, rain, thunder and lightning.
ZODIAC (Zodiakos) The spirits of the twelve constellations of the zodiac circled heaven measuring the seasons of the year.
AEOLUS (Aiolos) The king of the winds. He was appointed by Zeus to guard the storm winds which he kept locked away inside the floating island of Aeolia, releasing them at the request of the gods to wreak their havoc.
AETHER (Aither) The primeval god of the shining light of the blue sky. He was conceived of as the substance of light, a layer of bright mist which lay between the dome of heaven and the lower air which surrounded the earth.
ANEMI (1) (Anemoi) The gods of the four directional winds and the heralds of the four seasons. Boreas the north wind was the lord of winter, Zephyros the west was the bringer of spring, Euros the east was the god of autumn, and Notos the south of summer.
ANEMOI (2) The Daemones of the violent storm-winds. They were sons of the monster Typhoeus kept locked away inside Tartarus or the floating island of Aeolus to be released only at the command of the gods.
ARCE (Arke) The messenger of the Titans. She was the sister of Iris and the goddess of the lost second rainbow. At the end of the Titan-war she was stripped of her wings and locked away inside the pit of Tartarus.
ASTRAEUS (Astraios) The Titan god of the stars. He was father of the planets and the four seasonal winds by Eos the dawn.
ASTRA PLANETI (Astra Planetoi) The gods of the five wandering-stars or planets. The leader of these was bright Eosphoros, the god of the dawn-star Venus. The other four were Pyroeis (star Mars), Phaenon (star Saturn), Phaethon (star Jupiter) and Stilbon (star Mercury).
ASTROTHESIAE (Astrothesiai) The spirits or living forms of the heavenly constellations. They were mostly heroes and creatures who were placed amongst the stars by the gods as reward for some service or, in a handful of cases, as a memorial of their crimes.
ATLAS A Titan condemned by Zeus to hold the sky aloft upon his shoulders and turn it upon its axis. Homer in the Odyssey seems to suggest that he was released from this labour and appointed keeper of the pillars of heaven, presumably the ones erected by Heracles at the ends of the earth.
AURA The Titan goddess of the breeze.
AURAE (Aurai) The nymphs of the breezes.
BOREAS The god of the north wind whose wintry breath brought the cold of winter. He dwelt in a cave in the mountains of the far northern land of Thrace.
CHAOS (Khaos) The primeval goddess of the gap between heaven and earth. She was the air which men breathed. Below Chaos her lay the flat body of the earth, and above the shining mists of the protogenos Aether. Chaos was the mother of Darkness and Night and of the birds.
CHIONE (Khione) The goddess of snow. She was daughter a daughter of Boreas, god of the wintry north wind.
CHRONOS The old god of time who turned the wheel of the heavenly constellations. He was sometimes equated with Cronus, the father of Zeus.
CYCLOPES (Kyklopes) Three giant sons of Uranus (Heaven) who forged the lightning and thunder of Zeus. Their three brothers, the Hecatoncheires, were the gods of violent storms.
EOS The winged goddess of the dawn. She heralded the rising of the sun with her rosy brilliance.
EOSPHORUS (Eosphoros) The god of the dawn-star (the star Venus) seen in the morning skies. He was originally regarded as being distinct from Hesperus, the god of the evening star.
EURUS (Euros) The god of the east wind and herald of the autumn season.
HARPYIAE (Harpyiai) Daemones of whirlwinds and storm gusts. They were known as the hounds of Zeus and blamed for the dissappearance of people without a trace.
HECATONCHEIRES (Hekatonkheires) Three hundred-armed, fifty-headed giants. They were the gods of violent storms which they released from the gates of Tartarus.
HELIUS (Helios) The god of the sun whose orb was he wore upon his head as a bright aureole crown. Helios drove a fiery chariot drawn by four winged steeds.
HEMERA The primeval goddess of the day. In the early morn she scattered the mists of her mother Nyx (Lady Night), to reveal the shining light of Aether, the blue sky.
HERA The Queen of Heaven and goddess of the air and starry constellations. The Milky Way was spilt from her breast and most of the other constellations placed in the heavens at her command.
HERSE The goddess of the morning dew.
HESPERIDES The goddesses of sunsets. The three Hesperides tended the tree of the golden apples on Erythea, the Red Isle, in the western stream of the river Oceanus. The apples were a wedding present from Gaea to the sky-gods Zeus and Hera. They were the source of the golden light of sunset, created to celebrate the nuptials of the sky-gods.
HESPERUS (Hesperos) The god of the evening star (the planet Venus). He was originally distinct from his stellar counterpart Eosphorus, the dawn-star.
HORAE (1) (Horai) Three goddesses of the seasons and the ordering of time named Eirene, Eunomia and Dike. They directed the constellations and guiding the Sun in his heavenly course.
HORAE (2) (Horai) The goddesses of the twelve hours of the day. They were originally the same as the first three mentioned above.
HYADES Nymphs of the five stars of the constellation Hyades. They were daughters of the Titan Atlas. Their rising marked the start of the rainy month of spring.
IRIS The goddess of the rainbow. She was the divine messenger of the Olympian gods.
MENAE The nymphs of the fifty new moons of the Olympiad (a period of four years). Fifty moons were significant because this number marked the conjunction of solar and lunar calendars. The goddesses themselves were daughters of the moon-goddess Selene.
NEPHELAE (Nephelai) The nymphs of the clouds. They were daughters of the earth-encircling, river Oceanus from whose waters they drew the rain.
NOTUS (Notos) The god of the wet and stormy south wind who heralded the month of summer.
NYX The primeval goddess of night. In the evening Nyx drew her curtain of dark mists across the sky, cloaking the light of her son Aether, the shining blue sky. In the morn, her daughter Hemera (the goddess Day) lifted the dark mantle.
OCEANIDES (Okeanides)The daughters of the earth-encircling river Oceanus. Some of these were nymphs of clouds (Nephelae) and moistening breezes (Aurae).
OREITHYIA The goddess of cold, gusty mountain winds. She was the wife of Boreas, the wintry north wind, and the mother of Chione, snow.
PLEIADES The nymphs of the seven stars of the constellation Pleiades. They were daughters of the Titan Atlas whose rising and setting were of key importance in the agricultural calendar.
SELENE The goddess of the moon. She rode across the sky on the back of a bull, an ***, or in chariot drawn by winged horses. The moon itself was her crown or billowing veil.
URANUS (Ouranos) The primeval god whose body formed the solid dome of heaven. The Greeks imagined him as a bronze-bodied, star-spangled god whose hands rested upon the earth in the farthest east and feet in the farthest west. He was similar in form to the Egyptian goddess Nut whose starry arching form is common in art. Uranus was a eunuch god, having been castrated by Cronus at the beginning of time.
ZEPHRYUS (Zephyros) The god of the gentle west wind and the herald of spring. He was the husband of Chloris, the goddess of flowers, and the father of Carpus, fruits.
ZEUS The King of the Gods and the ruler of the heavens. He was the god of clouds, rain, thunder and lightning.
ZODIAC (Zodiakos) The spirits of the twelve constellations of the zodiac circled heaven measuring the seasons of the year.
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