a long dark teatime...

And with that reference I take a sabatos… that is a hiatus. I realize it seems like and inordinately short time that I have been bl0061|\| period to be able to take said sabbatical, but the situations of life present themselves anew and leave me with few other options.

I 54LL return so have fear of that.

An now we must certainly deal with the pressures of what topic to leave? With the distance of what is coming looming ahead the srews are to us to make this certainly at least something that can, or MAY be discussed at leangth… so then. Perhaps a favorite poem?

Each Note (--Jelaluddin Balkhi)

“Advice doesn’t help lovers!
They’re not the kind of mountain stream
you can build a damn across.

An intellectual doesn’t know what the drunk is feeling!

Don’t try to figure
what those lost inside love
will do next!

… life freezes if it doesn’t get a taste of this almond cake.

The stars come up spinning
every night, bewildered in love.
They’d grow tired with that revolving, if they weren’t
(They’d say, ‘How long do we have to do this?’)

God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.
Each note is a need coming through one of us,
a passion, a longing pain.

Remember the lips
where the wind-breath originated,
and let you note be clear…”

How long and lasting do these words ring a thousands of years after they were written. How do our lives cry up and say “how long?” when we live, or try to live without that love of som3Thi|\|G?!?! Friends, romances, kittens… anything!

What then is purposeful without the wind sounding out our notes?

Gesundheidt

Oh Archway cookies!

Fantastic delight of taste--

Tomorrow we diet.

the weeping boy

"What weeping face is that looking from the window?
Why does it stream those sorrowful tears?
Is it for some burial place, vast and dry?
Is it to wet the soil of graves?"
--Walt Whitman


It's amazing. It's surreal. As if once wasn't enough. Like a movie-- just when you thought it wouldn't get worse, it suddenly does. I felt brought low when I first read this on the BBC news site. I imagined some huge panel being bought off with oil money, I thought, "How could someone conscientiously actually vote for this man to be man of the year?" I mean seriously folk whichever side of the line you stand on--MAN OF THE YEAR? That means that he stands in line with Martin Luther King! I was depressed. Could we still be so blind STILL? The "War" in Iraq stands at an all time low, yet this bungler still preaches that things are great. His staff has had a HUGE turnover, unprecedented in wartime for a secondterm president, and yet people insist on acting as if this is all business as usual, which only serves to make it just that.

Yes folks I was deeply saddened. Then I read what the line of award recipients really included... and then I laughed. Here's to the magazines ability to pick out the winners and great leaders of the past century!



Previous "Time" magazine "People of the Year" recipients include:

1938 - Mr. Adolf Hitler (this is one year before the start of WW II in Europe-Sept, 1939)

1939 and 1942 - Mr. Joseph Stalin (before he acquired Poland, Chechoslovakia, Hungary Romania and Bulgaria murdering millions; and encouraged Kim II to invade South Korea)

1979 - Mr. Ayotollah Khonmeini (published mere months before he declared the US to be a "Great Satan.")

1985 -Deng Xiaoping (three years before the massacre in Tianamen Square, helped create the Red Army)

skurd

You know what scares me? FEBREEZE. What the heck is it? At the risk of sounding like some old curmudgeon sitting on a porch somewhere, waving my cane at the neighborhood... —the stuff scares me.

I mean come on. They say in the add that this stuff EATS ODORS. What the crud? What kind of thing consumes odors and then disappears?! Odors are created when a certain element has become “atomized” (as in an atomizer, not as in deconstructed into a base particle) and can be picked up by the olfactory hairs, etc. Now, as far as I know, there is still nothing that can defeat the 'conservation of matter' “law.” In that, you can’t take something and make it into nothing... So what the heck is really going on here Febreeze?!? WHERE ARE MY SMELLS GOING!?!

See what I mean? I mean this is frightening Area 51/Bush Conspiracy type of stuff... I'’m telling you beware the Febreeze!

Besides, I like my smells. What kind of world is this when if there is a smell in the air we SPRAY something to eliminate the odor? I mean . . . things smell for a reason. If you smell something rank in your house you damn well better just go and find out WHAT THE HELL IS MAKING THAT SMELL. I mean this is how bodies are discovered in shallow graves and so forth. I mean come on... who in their right mind says, “"Woooo! It smells like poop in here. Spray some Febreeze."” I mean, wouldn’t you or I say, “"Uh… Where is the poop?"” I mean really. WHERE IS IT?! I NEED my smells. They tell me things. There was a study from Purdue University that was all about how smell can unlock memories and thoughts that we are UNABLE to unlock any other way. You’re smells are important people! Don’t send them to smell hell or some bizzare oblivion in which they are transmorgraphied into something that tells you nothing of its origin.

You know what else really scares me? Apparently NO ONE ELSE has had this thought. Which, if true, is a feat in an of itself... But I digress. But it is true! Try and Google “'evil”' and “'Febreeze'” and you get NOTHING! Well I mean there are a few sites with the words evil and Febreeze in them, but that is just coincidence (if you have a million monkeys creating a million blogs… you will get Shakespeare... or sites that mention Febreeze and evil). So I guess I will be the first. EVIL FEBREEZE. There. Well cats and kitts, now you know!

By a strange irony while I have been typing this, by cause of one of this room’s other occupants, there has been an odorous interuptus fill the air... I think I’ll have to open a window...