It is your rules that make unlawful beings. You would get along better if you would just trust each other to treat each other appropriately, but you don't. So you keep making laws -- until you make criminals of everyone.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Thought of the week (bi-weekly)
We're not wanting to be insensitive to what so many of you are feeling, but we are very much wanting you to put this death thing in the proper perspective: You are all going to die! Except there is no death. You're all going to make your transition into Non-Physical. It is time to stop making your transition into Non-Physical sound like a subject that is uncomfortable, and begin acknowledging that it is something that happens to everyone. This death thing is so misunderstood that you use it to torture yourself never-endingly and just absolutely unnecessarily. There are those who feel such fulfillment of life and such Connection to Source Energy, who understand that there is no separation between what is physical and Non-Physical; who understand that there is not even a lapse in consciousness, that "death" is a matter of closing one's eyes in this dimension and literally opening one's eyes in the other dimension. And that, truly, is how all death is, no matter how it looks, up to that point.. The re-emergence into Source Energy is always a delightful thing.
(Death is a withdrawal of consciousness. It's like taking attention from here and putting it there.)
Thursday, October 16, 2008
New York is the City of Vanities. There is nothing more embarrassing than leaving the house in a hurry, without realizing that your pant leg is stuck in a sock, or that a lump of shaving cream sits on your earlobe. Thankfully, Manhattan provides a plethora of shiny surfaces — from polished marble walls to spotless chrome door frames — that offer you ample opportunities to spot-check your appearance.
I am especially grateful to the tinted windows of 101 Park Avenue, which once alerted me to a collar/tie mishap just minutes before an important meeting. Ultimately, though, the mirrored exterior of 546 Fifth Avenue (at the corner of 46th) is second to none for anybody in Midtown in need of an auto-once-over.
It is always great to visit the Museum of Modern Art, but I have pretty strong likes and dislikes, especially when it comes to paintings from the 19th and 20th centuries. And I have a hard time enjoying a beloved painting while being irritated by another, less beloved piece of art. If you happen to share my preferences, I suggest the following:
In Room 1 on the fifth floor, stand exactly in between Gauguin’s “Seed of the Areoi” (1) and Braque’s “Landscape at La Ciotat” (2). Turn east, facing Room 5, and you will be able to enjoy two wonderful Klimts (“Hope II” and “The Park”) (3) without being annoyed by the pointless Kandinskys (4), to the left, and Chagall’s disturbing cow (5), to the right.
My favorite breakfast spot in New York is a little coffee shop on Eighth Avenue between 13th and 14th Streets. It has a lemon poppy muffin that is absolutely divine when fresh — and tastes like drywall when not. The easiest way to test for freshness, of course, is to poke the crust, which would be wrong. Fortunately, you can ethically conduct the freshness test by poking the paper muffin cup at one specific point, at about two-thirds of the height of the base. Lower or higher poking doesn’t yield reliable results.
Every parent knows that the surest way to get children to fall asleep is to roll them around in strollers on bumpy sidewalks. Since I spent a good chunk of the last several years rolling infants through New York, I have the following recommendations:
When our first son was born, we were living in Chelsea. Here you mostly find the standard 4-by-4-foot concrete squares that result in roughly one bump per second. A perfectly fine starter surface for the new father.
With our second child, we graduated to the cobblestone streets of Dumbo, which have the bonus of being broken up by an occasional rail. Pushing a stroller here is physically challenging, but your little darling will be snoring within seconds.
With our third son, I discovered the Champs-Élysées for putting kids to sleep: the west sidewalk along Columbia Heights, in Brooklyn. Tree roots have rearranged the old granite slabs into a bizarre topography. Navigating a stroller through the jumps and jolts is not for the faint of heart, but to my amazement I have never seen a baby fall asleep as peacefully.
One of the most frustrating things in New York is that everything is always much more expensive than (a) you think and (b) what the price tag says. One way to come up with a reliable budget is to use the following Price-vs.-What-You-Actually-End-Up-Paying-Ratios.
Digital camera: Add 30 percent. (Because the particular model you picked is out of stock, and the one that’s left is more expensive. Plus sales tax.)
Burger and beer: Add 60 percent. (Tax and tip for you and for that friend from Europe who left early and “didn’t know” that you have to pay tax and tip.)
Phone plans: Add 130 percent. (To cover F.C.C., U.S.F., T.R.S., A.B.C., C.I.A. and LOL.)
One of our favorite playgrounds is in Brooklyn’s Dumbo neighborhood. It comes with a big downside, though: there are three gates, and it’s impossible to see all of them from a single vantage point. If you happen to go there with a free-spirited five-year-old and a two-year-old, you can find yourself in a tricky situation: The older one takes off suddenly and heads toward the river, and you have to leave the younger one by himself while you fetch the escapee. However, you can take advantage of a boat-shaped sandbox in the north part of the playground, whose sand level is so low that the kids are surrounded by an insurmountable three-foot wall. (Disclaimer: I always made sure there was another grownup at “the Grotto,” as we liked to call it.)
Whenever I rode the subway with my two older boys, I tried to hold on to their hands at all times. In the process, I developed a special move. I think anyone who saw it must have been impressed.I would hold the boys’ hands as we briskly made our way out of the station, then, just as we reached the turnstiles, I would let go. We would pass through the turnstiles simultaneously, and so smoothly that the boys’ hands would still be up in the air when we got to the other side, where I would grab their little fingers again in one fluid motion. (Requires practice.)
New york times cheat sheets on new york cont.
In the morning, I used to take the 2 or 3 train from Clark Street to get to my studio in Manhattan’s meatpacking district. Here’s some advice, if you happen to make that commute, too: When you get off the elevator at the Clark Street station, go down the stairs to the left. On the platform, make a sharp left; this will position you directly behind a column (A). It’s pretty close to the tracks, so there will be very few people around, thereby improving your chances of getting on, even at rush hour. If you happen to bring a newspaper, use one door further up (B).
When you arrive the at 14th Street station and step off, you’ll be near the 13th Street exit, and the door will open right in front of the stairs (C). If you chose the newspaper option mentioned above, the door will open in front of a convenient trash can, where you can discard your paper (D) before leaving the subway system.
NY cheats cont.
Shopping at the crowded Fairway supermarket in Red Hook with an impatient toddler in your cart is not easy. (The first section — fruits and vegetables — is especially treacherous as quick, little hands can threaten the large pyramid of Fuji apples.)
The solution: try to make it to the olive-oil-tasting station (opposite the cheese counter) and stock up on sliced baguette. This will keep the young shoppers happy, at least for a while. The only downside: going against the stream in the narrow soup aisle on your way back to the produce.
Apple is coming up something amazing that can change your look and style. One of the tech researchers has done a research on Apple future design book and found that Apple will be soon developing wearable video screens. As per researchers, Apple along with Sony is investigating to design screen that can be worn inside glasses. The remarkable success of Apple with previous products has once again created an excitement among tech lovers. This product will provide features in full see-through mode and video viewing. This next generation personal sunglasses with navigation and video facility will surely revolutionize gadget world, I guess that’s what Apple does.
Musician Josh Pyke films the video for his new song 'Make You Happy' in a special boat created to the exact specifications of the Maton acoustic guitar that he performs with, at Rozelle Bay on October 9, 2008 in Sydney, Australia. The track will be the second single released from Pyke's second album 'Chimney's Afire' which was released on Saturday. (Photo by Sergio Dionisio/Getty Images)I wish I could say that Australian singer Josh Pyke regularly rides through the Sydney Harbor in his totally awesome guitar boat. Or that he takes the boat out fishing on day trips. Or even that it has a detachable sail and he often takes it sailing in the harbor. Because honestly, isn’t that what you'd do with your very own guitar boat?
Unfortunately, I can't say any of these things. Pyke is not that cool.
The boat, which is an exact replica of the guitar he performs with, is a massive prop made for his new music video, "Make You Happy."
But now that he has it, he might as well keep it. Really, what's more awesome than a huge guitar, that doubles as a boat?
How about a giant guitar, that doubles as a boat and can still be used to play music? Now that would be awesome. Meep.
Monday, October 13, 2008
quote of the week (bi weekly)
When i was a kid i used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then i realized God doesn't work that way, so i stole one and prayed for forgiveness. -Emo Phillips | |||
Sunday, October 12, 2008
"'Luxury without guilt' sounds like a slogan for sociopaths, or a Smiths song. It would look good on a T-shirt, but anyone who dared wear it would have to know that dismissing guilt is the most luxurious thing you can do" - José Loureço
"....peace of mind is one luxury that, if you find it, you can hold on to without pangs of any sort"
- David Livingstone
The Chronicles of
Milan the Mighty
It all happened on that fateful day in the coldest of nights when I had entered this earth. Rainclouds billowed over the city, and soon the harshest of storms was let loose upon the area of my birth. The wind that night howled and cried with the force of a thousand malevolent gales, cutting down to the bone of any unsuspecting citizens foolish enough to wander the streets. Some people say when I was conceived a lightening bolt came from the heavens and struck my new-born body...and didn’t leave a scratch. Others say that I didn’t even wait for my mother to go into labour, I had simply punched my way out of her stomach and preformed amazing life-saving surgery before falling asleep for my mid-afternoon nap. The truth is, we may never know what truly happened on that fateful day in the coldest of nights, but what we can be sure of was it was a day that truly changed the world for the better…or for the worse.
Growing up as a child, I didn’t have much, yet I was always as happy as could be. My Father had died shortly after my birth after he tried giving CPR to a seal that had choked on a rock it thought was a fish. Unfortunately, soon after my Father had gotten the rock out, the seal realized he was still hungry and decided to engulf my Father. I didn’t know my Father well enough to hold a grudge against the seal, but never will I forgive that rock that took the life of the only father-figure I ever had.
My Mother had soon after my birth become addicted to crack-cocaine and became extremely unstable and depressed, and as a result starting neglecting my needs and became an object of hate for me. As a young boy of 3 with no father and a crack-addicted mother, I realized that I was my only sole provider, the only one who could, and would even bother to sustain and maintain my mind, body, and soul. Not that I regret any of it though, I find it helped build my character into what it is today. I couldn’t possibly afford any groceries from the local store, so I turned to the only alternate natural way to gather food. I would sit in waiting in the trees of the nearby forest for any unsuspecting animals to stumble their insignificant unworthy selves under my chosen tree, where I would then swoop down the with fierceness of a lion and rip the animal apart limb by limb with my bare-hands (weapons were for the underminded and weak).
I soon couldn’t stand living with my offset mother any longer, and decided one night to run away and to never return to that place of hell, drugs, and venal prostitution. I had once again returned to the forest, deciding it was fitting to live in the place that had taken better care of me than my own parents. I soon found an ideal spot for a tiny comfortable home, carefully hidden and secluded from the rest of the civilized world. The only remaining question was “what could I harvest wood with?” It certainly couldn’t have been my hands, for such a task would be absurd even for one with as much greatness as I. The answer came to me one day while I was enjoying a fresh doe I had recently captured and cooked. Teeth! Teeth were the answer! I soon got to work gnawing and chewing at the nearby trees until I had assembled a satisfactory pile of building wood, which succeeded in building a comfortable 5 bedroom house fitted with a Jacuzzi and 4 bathrooms. It was small, but I figured I had to work with what nature handed me.
One day when I was 9 I was going to the nearby river for some much needed nourishment when a hunter spotted me, and, alarmed at the sight of a little boy all alone in the depths of the woods, took me with him back to the city against my cries of protest and my punches and kicks. I had been placed in a foster home and enrolled in the nearby school, where I had learned to interact with people, and where I learned about love, life, passion, the world, values, beauty…and math. I learned everyone was born equal, that everyone should be treated as one would feel best treated as. That although there are a lot more negatives in the world than positives…it’s worth going through all those negatives just for a small piece of positive beauty. I learned never to hold any ill-will towards my brothers and sisters, to need the ones you love and to love the ones you need. To spread joy and happiness everywhere I went, to promote peace and harmony throughout the world, and to spread out my wings to all strangers and lend a helping hand to all those who need help. I’ve learned to be a better person…to love others, to love myself, and most importantly…to love life.
Just kidding.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
i lasted 18.656 seconds on my best- go round.
It’s “been said” the USAF uses something like this for fighter pilots.
They are expected to last for at least 2 minutes.
how long can YOU last?
It’s “been said” the USAF uses something like this for fighter pilots.
They are expected to last for at least 2 minutes.
how long can YOU last?
Friday, October 10, 2008
Ninja Cat
so uhm.
this is a pretty sick video clip
its a ninja cat.
that can go across the hall without moving :O
impossible? i think not.
check it out!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbwpgyRUv5g
this is a pretty sick video clip
its a ninja cat.
that can go across the hall without moving :O
impossible? i think not.
check it out!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbwpgyRUv5g
Something to think about. (bi-weekly)
If ghosts exsist, they must be amazed at how much time we worry about
becoming ghosts.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Something to think about. (bi-weekly)
“You Have To Do Stuff That Average People Don't Understand
Because Those Are The Only Good Things
-Andy Warhol
Oh, Hullo There...
Since journaling goes digital,
i’ll [attempt to] post here [most of] the items i think of and see throughout the day that i don’t want to forget.
No one has to care. just myself.
You, my dear friend,
You, my dear friend,
have just been caught in the mix.
We wonder why Black && White Photos capture our soul.
I think it's because without colour,
we aren't drawn to the makeup,
and the colour of our eyes,
or our hair,
or how tan our skin is.
Black && White
captures the innocence on ones face and the hurt they've gne through to feel vulnerability.
The glow we see comes from the inside.
Brightening our eyes, our skin, and our smile.
It grabs the truth that liberates us.
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