Tuesday, May 31, 2005

There is no Never Be Without You

You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.
~~C.L. Lewis

Helplessness is not a condition but more of a flashing
monitor. Dana Reeve can tell us about the line where
helplessness begins, where the trials run out. Making the
things you really want to happen within yourself can be
speeded up with some outside help, as long as the help
doesn't become the primary. The endlessness of love is
the supreme sustainer of all things that feed from it. So
why not get hooked up to the love zone to get the
sustenance to power the program? Posted by Hello

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Sex between a man and a woman can be absolutely
wonderful - provided you get between the right man
and the right woman.
~~Woody Allen

Standing in the shadows of love as the temp. outside eases over 105, sure beats laying in the
breeches of oblivion. Today's anthem gives credit to our
living soldiers who flirt with extinction or banishment to
the potter's fields for anonymous warriors. The thanks we mutter to the hundreds of thousands who didn't make it back can never balance the injustice.

A blind man was traveling in his private jet when he
detected something was wrong. He made his way to the
cockpit and got no response from his pilot. The blind guy
then found the radio and started calling the tower.
"Help! Help!" The tower came back and asked, "What's
the problem?" The blind guy yelled, "Help me! I'm blind...
the pilot is dead, and we're flying upside down!" The
tower comes back and asked, "How do you know
you're upside down?" "Because the shit is running down
my back!" Posted by Hello

Friday, May 27, 2005


Advertising nourishes the consuming power of men. It sets up before a man the goal of a better home, better clothing, better food for himself and his family. It spurs individual exertion and greater production.
~~Winston Churchill

Sometimes when you get into your "set-in-your-ways" time in life, your willingness to exert for the good of the cause drops down and "simplify for more time in the zone" prevails. Simplifying lets you listen to timeless music but still realize the food's better now and the mission of relaxing is Mustang Sally all-the-time played out in a heaven-topping place. I still admire the exerters but overflow with thanks for directions to the spot so relished.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

MISSED SIGNS Posted by Hello


When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, pee in it, and serve it to the people that piss you off. ~Al Franken

Venting is a great word for hashing things out during an
emotional state. Somehow by announcing you're
venting, it's like when they're birthin' babies and the guy
stands there with his hands out, guiding the event. For
venting to get you through whatever's making you
emotional, the guide must get you to build on the events
and get you to the edge of breakdown so it's out in the
air and no longer trapped inside you. The trick is to be
the guide during the vent and not the catcher. It helps
when the stage on which this plays out is a grotto like

this. Posted by Hello

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

HEAR ME Posted by Hello

Only that in you which is me can hear what I'm saying. ~Baba Ram Dass

If you believe that before you die that the world is a little better if you were
important to a child, then maybe it will make more sense if the other you
(the part that's not me) can hear me, too. It's the part of you that connected
with my love before you ever knew me. It's like Clint saying "I fell in love with
the promise of you before I ever met you..", I fell in love with you before I ever
flowed into you. That childlike part of you that has tantrums and gets hurt
feelings is the part I want to be important to. The part of you which is me
knows how powerful our love is and the child part needs to feel that, too.
You know I'm not a "who's your daddy?" guy so don't see a disapproving
pappa when the child part begs for a hug. It's easier for me to go right to the
part of you that is me when we creep out of thezone for any reason (vino in
teh 'cuzz/tub). I'll get good at making the other part hear me, tooPosted by Hello

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Danica-What's a nice girl....?

Drive me a river over you. After almost getting swooshed today on my 10 speed, I get a clear picture about what life would be like if we didn't have to enter the speedways that connect our destinations. It's not total fear nor the reality that nearly every morning begins with a news flash about another crash. It just feels so right to be off the target range and onto the chaise.

So this chlamydia runs into a herpes virus in the cervix
and says "what's a nice girl like you doing in a slut like
this?"....unclemelon Posted by Hello

Monday, May 23, 2005

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter cry.

Strange Fruit - lyrics written anonymously and recorded by Billie Holiday. Why here? I watched "Lightning in a Bottle" this weekend and India Arie sings this nut-clencher in it. Shivers. I hear Cassandra Wilson's version is even MORE gooder - have to flag that one. I also watched "Kinsey" which was nicely done. Laura Linney must have decided to mask the sizzle she had in "P.S." but came off OK anyway.
Posted by Hello

Friday, May 20, 2005


H O M E I S W H E R E T H E HEART IS Posted by HelloOne thing the tsumani in Asia (remember that one??) caught my attention was the visualization of so many non-Asians looking for America over there. Not so much the Grand Canyon or the Washington Monument but a place to live where the shit hits the fan less often than where they grew up. All kinds of grumbling goes on here about the quality of the people flocking here to live. I looked and saw 6.5 billion of us travel with the planet and some of the places people are fleeing go back to the Sumerians who knew right from wrong way back then. I heard about the the claim that as little as 16 fertilized eggs from a donor can be made into a line of stem cells that replicate the DNA of the egg donor (an Egg-kinda Cell we call them). I'm gonna live forever or at least 'til I get this up here....

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Plank spanker of the first degree Posted by HelloI saw this picture of Keith Richards in the paper and it got me to thinkin' about my dick. The hat makes the weathered virtuoso look more like Fish in Barney Miller than someone revellers would pay $200 to see. And my dick has never attained virtuoso status and looks the same but has ceased from being the little brain. Truth is, it can run through those familiar choruses with distain for any thoughts of an early arrival. So banish any lyrics about youth being wasted on the young, at least one guy from Keith's homeroom doesn't need the $$$ nor the adulation to make today another present to be honored.

Monday, May 16, 2005

Handling the Truth

Frustration is a condition I'm working on. Remission still reigns with my temper, my ignominious adulterous ways and my willingness to go to distortion to stengthen my point,so let's take on frustration. Love breathes with truth and breathing is sacred here. So what can I do to deal better with the frustration I allow over things that don't take the direct path to the clarity I need to feel a matter is taken care of? Deferral works with things like fixing a handle that's broken in a difficult area but for gestures and disappointment, it fails. The clarity that comes from stepping outside and breathing deeply deflates the frustration neatly and pleasantly but I want the frustration to find NO place to land when it first appears. Like the feigned or developed indifference the therapist portrays as the client reveals that she juggles babies (thanks Wanda Sykes), I want to go directly to a positive response without first having to deflate the frustration. And truth is paramount, so the technique has to be real even if it involves some pretending. The soul responds noticeably to really good improv, making performance an important ingredient in the optimum conclusion. Maybe I'll start with treating frustration just like flab or HTML - things that need exercise & practice to maintain the edge. Today and every day I'll enthusiastically deal with things that I know frustrate me (dipshits in front of the line who are oblivious to us in line as they play Protracted Transaction, a culture which shows more concern for celebrities than the soldiers..), operating in a lab setting so the outcome is trial & not critical. I think I already started today's by tackling my frustration about getting frustrated.

Don't park outside a bar; park about a block away, so later, if an officer sees you stumbling into your car, they won't know whether it's old age or what.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

When day meets insight Posted by Hello

Wednesday, May 11, 2005


I heard some Rep. from California making excuses for
stapling The REAL ID bill to the Iraqmire supplemental.
The bill says if you use your driver's licence to board an
airplane or gain entrance to Federal facilities, it must be
a hot-shit new license. What played in my mind was a
scene from Guide to the Married Man (I think) where
Walter Matthau gets caught by his wife in bed with
another woman. He works his wife while the babe gets
dressed and outtathere. He keeps asking his wife "what
woman?" and rides that thru the scene until the wife
wonders if she was maybe seeing things. This David
Drier guy sounded like Walter Matthau "what ID thefts?"
"what national ID?" - no wonder we're screwed.

Ever think how sex, since it's something we ALL do
eventually and for some of us, continually, should be the
dividend and not the divisor. Arguing about sex is worse
than arguing about eating -

How can you tell if a man is really well hung?
When you can just slip your finger in between his neck
and the noose.

Monday, May 09, 2005


Yesterday featured some soul-connecting emotions
brought on by dedicating renewed loved thru the visuals
of our Moms' pictures relocated for prominence. Some
foreplay by Martin Sheen & ensemble in Texas Funeral,
where a freaked out, overly sensitive kid (Me) was
consoled by an understanding Mom at his grandfather's
funeral, elevated the emotions convincingly for the love
portrayed in Phanton of the Opera.

So today was ripe for laughing and I got it first thing, watching the caption roll during the Today Show as I did crunches under TV #2. They were reporting on this weekend's Kentucky Derby and phonetically wrote mint julips as "mint jew lips" and I pictured Ariel Sharon's mouth sticking out of a glass filled with an iced beverage garnished with mint leaves. Desert winds prevail today, so I'll be back soon..

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Nothing makes a nice lunch better than running in to a tight bud and being introduced to her lovely daughter who was headed for a local event.


Today we're without a blood and guts soldier who used his post-war years to remind us of the futility of war - especially the ones we get into that sacrifice our warriors for reasons that appear askance. Wonder if the next Hackworth will emerge from Iraqmire ???

Then I got this idea on how to cash in with the brain damaged, arrested development crowd using the self-help motif and their endless fascination with prOn..

Forum Shops 2 at Caesar's looking towards the heavens, as we used to describe it.  Posted by Hello

Shirah Blogosphere

Another Nite Another Miracle

Another Something. The waiting room was filled with the usual misfits, so I blended right in. Luckily, J-Flo was right across from me squeezing her left nipular area as she mindlessly talked into her hand-held phallic symbol. So I went looking for this great Shirah I sipped recently. (Justin '02) but the guard rail brought me to here. The Pope ascension
has jitterbugged into Uh-Oh status for any chance of a decent outcome from Iraq.Posted by Hello