Imitative S h a d o w s

Jerusalem...where the reality of the everyday brushes against the eternal without our being able to separate them.
~We Jews, Author's Introduction

The notion that the Jew has stolen the national self, the "I" of a host people. It is as though the shadow not only imitates the movements of the master; he does is so well that the master begins to feel that he himself is becoming a shadow. Ironically, he becomes the shadow of a figure that is only an imitation of him.

con-sid-er-a-tion

thoughtfulness

I Will Be Light

it's not about you...
you've got one tiny moment in time for life to shine.
be light.

Kol Galgal

A day, a day, a night, a day

tomorrow, yesterday and today are Sunday sometimes.
But all three days and night today was Sunday.
And tomoz is Monday.

'We dedicate this heart that you created from the start, this beating heart will always cling to you.
We dedicate this soul that will never ever ever fall,
this heart and soul always belong to you.' ~Ken Burgess

"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."
~Robert Frost

The Philosophers' Dinner

sixteen people, eight formal courses, six philosophical proofs, one very cool evening.

Seating and Introduction
An aperitif with French mint candies. (aperitifS)

Design
Several offerings of fresh breads and chi chi spreads.

First Cause
Sushi, saki, and a pate. Foods that end in vowels mostly.

Moral
Mango, Cranberry, Dates of Palm, and Letuces.
Green is good, other colors are important too.

Ontological
A duality of Peach-Cinnamon Soup (coooold soup!)

Psychological
Crown Racks of Lamb with blueberry dressing, (stuffing plus cranberries...)
Summer Venison Stew (bambi :'( ), seved with Guinness and Merlot.

Pascal's Wager
Chocolate and Carrot Cakes, Bowl o' Cherries. (nope, no cherries.)

Close
Ports, Cigars, Fresh Coffees or Teas

We need to live

http://baldyblog.freshblogs.co.uk/2008/06/this_latest_award_i_dedicate_t.html#more
oh may G-d bless you Adrian... your life shines, and it will keep shining
always.

One book to my desert? A good book. Shavuot. Shavuot. Shavuot.

I feel like posting the day and date every day and date. Like, today is Wednesday, June 11th.

Point is, I would take a lil medium sized large pocket Torah. I really would.
It was Shavuot in two-thousand-and-eight. or rather in five-thousand-seven-hundred-and-fifty-eight since Adam came to be. And I became me on that day, too. cuz I chose a good book, I think.

G-d.

Wondrous Night of Rain

d r i p d r o p d r o p d r o p
dr ip dr op dri p drop dripdrip dropdripdripdrop
dropdripdripdropdripdripdripdripdropdrop
DROPDRIPPOUNDINGDROPDROPRAINRAINDRIPPOURDROP
lai lai where am I
if not barefoot
dancing
outside on the rough pavement of the middle of my
road.

cuz it's Shabbos!

and this is my erev shabbos song.

fat kids hiding sandwiches in their socks

Ohhh, the spontaneity of this wonderful life. smoke pray fish. eat travel watch.
tu vivi!

Fire!

to have sung and danced under the stars sipping, flowing, through the fire, bongo, guitar, toasts to Shamayim,
in midtown Manhattan.

oh...deja vu of clear nights

chag sameach!

you infiltrated my music diary

You stole everything. My heart, my music, my music. Not just one or two artists; every single melody, intro and bridge, is you. So I turn off shuffle and change my album selection on I-tunes and I wait for solace to kick in. My music. And all I hear is you.

bang bang Choo-Choo

I'm not a girl who misses much; I just wanted to meditate and clear my mind, but they screamed that I needed a fix or I'd go down. I knew that they were lying with their eyes but it was as if they were pulsing with warm blood, down, down, with no life, no love, no pen, no gun, like a lizard on a window pane. No warm blood shall flow through me! -I fought. I gasped- Happiness- they screaaaamed louder and louder, they threatened and yelled and protested- is a warm gun... And they swore at me, begging me to succumb, until I couldn't take it anymore, so I ripped the warm gun out of their happy hands and I shot Mother Superior down (down to the bits that I left uptown). Bang, bang, shoot, shoot; doodododododoo.

last night's dreams

If we pay close attention
we will come to realize that
no day is the same as another.
Every morning brings
with it a hidden blessing.
(Unpublished)

"...b'chlal darf men zehn az der morgen zol zain ah sach shener vi der haint.."

hehe, mmm.. sleep tight

to night's a downer

be my witness..

'nacht

it was so weird how I killed Peggy.

cuz he was the middle of walking around the placemat. through rivers and grasses and white mountainous hills.
He was really red; the color practically consumed his whole body, or at least all of it that I was able to see. He won the Battle of the Rubberband, broke free and strode right up, over the wall. He was smart and determined. A fighter, he was.
It was so weird how I killed Peggy because I didn't mean to at all. I moved my glass cup and it was all over.
He stayed with us in the form of a tiny red dot on the white tablecloth.
You did good fighting mate. :( I'm sorry.

Untamed

Love is an untamed force.
When we try to control it, it destroys us.
When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us.
When we try to understand it, it leaves us lost and confused.

fetcha Notha sorta Docta

A powerful monarch called a holy father - everyone said he had healing powers - to help him with his back ache.

- God will help us - said the holy man. - But first let us understand the reason for these pains. I suggest Your Majesty confesses now, for confession makes men face up to their problems, and liberates much guilt.

Annoyed at having to think about so many problems, the king said:

- I do not wish to speak of these matters; I need someone who heals without asking questions.

The priest went off and returned half an hour later with another man.

- I believe that words can relieve pain, and help me to discover the right path to a cure - he said. - But you do not wish to talk, and I cannot help you. This is the man you need: my friend here is a veterinarian, and does not generally speak to his patients.

walk to the park

- Life is like that.
- hmm?
- awkward.

it's silly how in retrospect I cherish those awkward moments. maybe because for me they're so rare.
special times. :')

And-And life goes on, doesn't it

Gillian? Is that right? Is that right?

- Yes.
- It does? It does? Forever and ever?
                 
- No, not forever.
- No-No-No, never forever.
Not quite. Not quite.
                 
But I mean, the point is, life's
not all lamb loin chops, is it?  
                 
But I mean, it goes on, and-and you just
have to keep on going too, don't you?
                 
- I mean, you can't give up, can you?
- Certainly not.

by Jane Gallagher

It’s not me, the smiling bride on the wedding photograph; it’s simply a moment in time, not as it is, but as it was, for a split second. The first strike took him more by surprise than me, the hand with the ring (“a ring has no beginning and no end,” said the priest) that ripped with fearsome anger into my trusting flesh. That day was the beginning of the end: years passed as, battle scarred, I wore my wounds like clothes. But when I saw him with her I knew the end was in sight. In a split second I took him by surprise and watched with cold joy as the rivulets of tear-shaped blood dripped slowly into the red hall carpet, disappearing without a trace. Since they locked me up I have never felt freer; I look at the murderess’s photograph on the front page of today’s newspaper but it’s not me; it captures me not as I am but as I was, for a split second.

Blessed

so tis been a day.
twas a Josh Radin day...
twas a discoverin day, and not even all positive. mm.


I danced by the water tonight and someone else noticed the moon before me.
listen to Today. by Joshua Radin.
"Here comes the sun.. it's baiting morn today..."

ext roardinary.

All I want is to be extraordinary.

nothing.

Neither of us has anything to tell. I, because I conceal nothing, and you, because you communicate nothing.

dance in the Moonlight

but what does one do when his heart is so full of abounding joy
so full!
spilling over, flowing
in the moon kissed shadow of the winter trees

dance
just dance in the moonlight
with me

and my heart expands
and breath comes short as I lay in this night beneath the gold stars
which threaten to fall upon me all at once unless I
sleep
sleep

and I struggle as one of them bursts of fire making its crashing way down at me

and while it dares to rip
out this day
declare it as past
I squeeze my eyes shut in the blinding golden light and I swear that I will never end today

gutteh nacht.
to another quarter century of beautiful life, and another...and another