I split it up good. Goodbye

Oh, Suzanne takes you down
to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know
that she's half
crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come
all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel
blind
And you know that she will
trust you
For you've
touched
her perfect
body
with your mind.

Death in Teheran

Does this not bring to mind the story of Death in Teheran? A rich and mighty Persian once walked in his garden with one of his servants. The servant cried that he had just encountered Death, who had threatened him. He begged his master to give him his fastest horse so that he could make haste and flee to Teheran, which he could reach that same evening. The master consented and the servant galloped off on the horse. On returning to his house the master himself met Death, and questioned him, "Why did you terrify and threaten my servant?" "I did not threaten him; I only showed surprise in still finding him here when I planned to meet him tonight in Teheran," said Death.

God, New Things, and Stars

People believe in God because the world is very complicated and they think it is very unlikely that anything as complicated as a flying squirrel or the human eye or a brain could happen by chance.

And Siobhan says people go on holidays to see new things and relax, but it wouldn't make me relaxed and you can see new things by looking at earth under a microscope or drawing the shape of the solid made when 3 circular rods of equal thickness intersect at right angles.

And there aren't any lines in space, so you could join bits of Orion to bits Lepus or Taurus or Gemini and say that were a constellation called The Bunch of Grapes or The Bicycle (except that they didn't have bicycles in Roman and Greek times, which was when they called Orion Orion.)
And anyway, Orion is not a hunter or a coffeemaker or a dinosaur. It is just Betelgeuse and Bellatrix and Alnilam and Rigel and 17 other stars I don't know the names of. And they are nuclear explosions billions of miles away.
And that is the truth.

Life.

But in life you have to take lots of decisions and if you don't take decisions you would never do anything because you would spend all your time choosing between things you could do. So it is good to have a reason why you hate some things and you like others. It is like being in a restaurant like when Father takes me out to a Berni Inn sometimes and you look at the menu and you have to choose what you are going to have. But you don't know if you are going to like something because you haven't tasted it yet, so you have favorite food and you choose these, and you have foods you don't like and you don't choose these, and then it is simple.

So for him and his logic, yes, this is a smart way to a simpler life. But why do so many choose this simplicity , when they are blessed with the ability to handle the complexities of choice? 'night.

People should be banned from society.

Think about it. nuh uh, Not a paradox!

Also, why the sudden change in way of mating? I mean, what with the disappearance of camels with jewelry at wells and stuff? Dunno, but I'm just not about to find you a wife until I've got ten camels loaded, and a thirsty, long, to be shortened by G-d, route through the desert. Oh, and water. I'll lie when I tell her I'm thirsty. k, tx.

music diaries

I make these tapes every month, from years ago up till now, and they're all dated and labeled... and they're the songs I was listening to during that time. And I go back and dig 'em out, and it's as good as a diary.
Cameron Crowe...writer & director

and it's true and it's true and it's true. i love it. shabbat 8/25 shalom:) yahoo, im little, still:')

SONG: TINY DANCER by Elton John...hold me closer tiny daaancer

a Big Plan

Despair is the ultimate form of self-worship --the perception that you have the capacity to truly mess up, to take the world's destiny out of its Creator's hands and sabotage His plans.

[Know that the world is in a constant state of elevation, rocketing upwards towards its ultimate wholeness at every moment. Every quivering of every leaf, every subtle breeze, every slightest motion of any particle of our universe is another move in that same direction. Even those events that seem to thrust downward are in truth only a part of the ascent --like the poise of an athlete before he leaps, the contraction of a spring before its energy is released. ]

There is not a thing you could do halt that dynamic even for a moment. True, you must take responsibility for your deeds and work hard, very hard, to clean up your own mess. But when all the dust settles, you are exactly in the space where you were meant to be: One step closer.

gray day nay bay

rainy drIpS

And its raining and im cold and tired and wet and iss be being alright!

abNormal

I think it was Lessing who once said, "There are things which must cause you to lose your reason or you have none to lose."

An abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal behavior. Even we psychiatrists expect the reactions of a man to an abnormal situation, such as being committed to an asylum, to be abnormal in proportion to the degree of his normality.

~Victor E. Frankl

Family.

But just as democracy is the worst form of government except for all the others, the family is the worst form of child rearing and male-female bonding except for the others.
~dennis prager

Milk and Apples

"Comrades!" he cried. "You do not imagine, I hope, that we pigs are doing this in a spirit of selfishness and privelege? Many of us actually dislike milk and apples. I dislike them myself. Our sole object in takign these things is to preserve our health. Milk and apples (this has been proved by Science, comrades) contain substances absolutely necessary to the well-being of a pig. We pigs are brainworkers. The whole management and organisation of this farm depend on us. Day and night we are watching over your welfare. It is for your sake that we drink that milk and eat those apples. Do you know what would happen if we pigs failed in our duty? Jones would come back! Yes, Jones would come back! Surely, comrades," cried Squealer almost pleadingly, skipping from side to side and whisking his tail, "surely there is no one among you who wants to see Jones come back?"

jah jah jah.

los ng i.

It's kinda funny how most people spend their lives in an attempt to find themselves, when all G-d wants is for us to find time to lose our selves...

a song here now for Lev who has a hurty head,
even though it's her own fault she never went to bed.

Scorpions with the Berlin Philharmonic. bloody ahhhhhhhhhh, gorgeous

...but there's nothing like the sight of an amputated spirit. There's no prosthetic for that.

~Scent of a Woman

19

Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.

I must read this book. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night. agh, life.
oww, life. Read it.

http://www.mostlyfiction.com/excerpts/curiousincident.htm

Blessings full...

of direction and clarity, and joy and music, and happiness and resolve; of tears and embrace, and of friendship and of truth. Of singing birds and setting suns, of shiny stars and of smiley faced moons:D Of life.

my lil sis just came in to ask me "why you smiling so hard?" To u, with so much love, blessings of health and sweet joy. I love u:*

ah ah ah, for C- H B-D T M. :')

im justa dreama

i wonder if I'll always be the way i am today- not in the same place in mind and heart, but in the way- of happy fascination, growth and joyful love and smile- i wonder if I'll always be this way or just this while.

good Night.

You could feel the war getting ready in the sky that night. The way the clouds moved aside and came back, and the way the stars looked, a million of them swimming between the clouds, like the enemy discs, and the feeling that the sky might fall upon the city and turn it to chalk dust, and the moon go up in red fire; that was how the night felt.

"My grandfather ran off the V-2 rocket film a dozen times and then hoped that someday our cities would open up more and let the green and the land and the wilderness in more, to remind people that we're allottted a little space on earth and that we survive in that wilderness that can take back what it has given, as easily as blowing its breath on us or sending the sea to tell us we are not so big. When we forget how close the wilderness is in the night, my grandpa said, someday it will come in and get us, for we will have forgotten how terrible and real it can be. You see?" Granger tunred to Montag.
"Grandfather's been dead for all these years, but if you lifted my skull, by G-d, in the convolutions of my brain you'd find the big ridges of his thumbprint. He touched me. As I said earlier, he was a sculptor. 'I hate a Roman named Status Quo!' he said to me. 'Stuff your eyes with wonder,' he said, 'live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away. To hell with that,' he said, 'shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass.' "

He knows, Jerry. He was being ironical.

I know, Jerry, I was being ironical.

no words for this movie.

Jibber Jabber

"Oh G-d, the way they jabber about people and their children and themselves and the way they talk about their husbands and the way they talk about war, dammit, I stand here and I can't believe it!"

The beetle jabbed his ear.

:) twice in one pg.

walls

Nobody listens anymore. I can't talk to the walls, because they're yelling at me. I can't talk to my wife because she listens to the walls.

So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable people want only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Even fireworks, for all their prettiness, come from the chemistry of the earth. Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, wiithout completing the cycle back to reality.

buses to Boston

on a cold snowy beauty winter night, stuffed into a tight seat, on a borrowed black vid ipod. ahhhh, life.

defininging

He was the epitome of Chesed, kindness. And he did not define (and thus bind) himself as such. Or how would Abraham have been able to wake up early one morning to kill his son?

Any definition limits us. Even kind. Ahem.


lalalalalalaloooo. falseto always makes smiley:')

gardenState

I'm not saying I don't cry, but in between, I laugh.
...and good luck digging your infinite abyss.

If I But Move a Step

I seek the world
But cannot find its face,
Now I think I see,
But the image changes
If I but move a step.
It changes with every sunbeam,
And every mist of cloud.
Sometimes a mist is born in me,
A sullen mood invades my heart,
The world grows dark,
And anger stalks the streets.
A rising sun within my heart
Can change the scene
And light my day.
The image changes
If I but move a step.

~Ben Zion Bokser

tx, my dear.

I'm a spontaneity

...

It's funny how I listen to my posted music and then say ahh, perfect. let me post that. If it was up to me (which is it, so I'm still debating this) I'd just repost a song every time I felt like it. buhbye chaps

Fly... for me.

Once as a child he had sat upon a yellow dune by the sea in the middle of the blue and hot summer day, trying to fill a sieve with sand, because some cruel cousin has said, "Fill this sieve and you'll get a dime!" And the faster he poured, the faster it sifted through with a hot whispering. His hands were tired, the sand was boiling, the sieve was empty. Seated there in midst of July, without a sound, he felt the tears move down his cheeks.

Sometimes, it's better to let the tears just come. And if the water falling down my cheeks can represent a life, then they are a crying sea of violin bows, sprouted grains, tai kwon do black belts, jet black hair, the sweetest voices and brightest smiles. I'll miss you Toby. Now, you can fly for all of us...

King of the Eyesores

"Ououoooououououooouooh"
Enjoy this happy melody that will want to make you put a flower in your hair and link hands. :-p

Listen closely:

The exodus is here...

It's nice to know there are people who appreciate your appreciations, even when you spend a few hours wondering whether those people are actually real.

Le'an Le'an Le'an

The greatest song is playing here and I don't know where I can post it from.
ani noseah lo yodea
le'an le'an le'an
at hayit bishvili hakol
aval zeh haya mizman

but alas. Here's Dust in the wind.