Wednesday, January 21, 2009

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It's finished
It's all over
Over
And there won't be another
It won't be good
Ever again
Maybe never more
It's like a nightmare

Where is somebody new?
Where will he come from
If he comes?
Or won't he come ever again
Maybe never more.
Take it or leave it.
What can you do?
You lse your words
Yet you cannot go.
It's been over long ago,
It's good there's Shangri-La,
...Good to know
I won't be here long.
Take it or leave it.
Say, Honey, Why?
Why must it be over
...over now?

And there won't be another
And it won't be good
...ever again.
Maybe never more.
He's got my soul
Things are going his way
Without him this world is barren..
With him life is full and happy.
How could it be over?

Silly

Never again,
maybe never more
...It's over
There's no end
No end now
It can't fade...
Ever again
Never Maybe
Maybe never more.

From the film, "Damnation" Bela Tarr, a Hungarian director.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

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This was another time. She was sitting on the window seat, letting the sunlight warm her body through the navy blue sweater she wore. The book was in her hands, it was a little heavy for her, and I came over so that I could look over her shoulder and see which chapter she was reading. She was already about three-quarters through and was struggling with the poetry which was far too allusive for her. Annoyingly allusive, I say, because you know, don't you, that some writers try to impress us with their erudition. Childish and reflective of an undeveloped ego, I would say.

Anyway, she was sitting primly, her legs crossed, her red hair glinting in the sunlight, and I couldn't resist touching the back of her collar with my fingers which she felt, and when she looked up at me I stretched my finger into her collar, along her neck, just under her hairline. Her eyes widened for a flash, then, she waited, still prudent, unwilling to acknowledge my indiscretion nor to encourage me to continue.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

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She told me of her cowboy, riding on the Texas plain, tight lipped, soft-spoken, a man whose sex was silent and polite, crafted by the sure knowledge of strong, experienced hands, their coarseness, she explained, leavened by his soft ways.

He was true in ways that she couldn't be, and his hurt was written in the far-away gaze he came to have when they were together. His eyes were narrow, permanently sun-squinted, and steel gray, not yet skeptical, but, because of her, unfortunately, soon to be cynical.

I was angry with her, and I couldn't resist saying, "every woman has a cowboy in her past--you're only one of many.

mek
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"At a lyceum, not long since, I felt that the lecturer had chosen a theme too foreign to himself, and so failed to interest me as much as he might have done. He described things not in or near his heart, but toward his extremities and superficies. "
Thoreau, "Life Without Principle"

Write what you know!

Saturday, January 10, 2009

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The Palestinians have done and continue to do everything possible to lose the peace. In seeking what they consider to be perfect justice they have destroyed or made miserable two or three generations of their own children.

There seems to be no "compromise" gene in their leadership. I feel very sorry for the Palestinian people.

My heart, however, lies with the Israelis who, I admit, are far from perfect themselves. Their insistence on settlements is a continual provocation, their treatment of Palestinians is a desecration of their own morality and ethics.

Both sides have fanatics, but the Palestinian move to terror since the sixties has proven to be self-defeating. It is they who have engendered the terroristic strategy of killing innocents that runs rampant in the world today.

Considering that Palestinians and Jews are genetically cousins, think what progress could have been made in science, agriculture and business if they had been working together instead of this madness.

Hamas prefers death, mayhem and destruction to solutions.

Get rid of their leaders--bring in new ones who actually want peace by compromise.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

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A few more missing persons who I would like to see again:

Harold Ruderfer
Bob Berman
Ernie Wyre

First, you should understand that Auld Lang Syne means something like: For Old Times Gone, or, long, long ago, or, for old times sake, or, the good old days-- or, for the sake of the good old days.

Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and those good old times...

For auld lang syne, my dear
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely you'll buy your pint,
And surely Ill buy mine!
And we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

We two have run the slopes,
And picked the daisies fine,
But we've wandered many a weary foot,
Since auld lang syne,

We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dinner,
But seas between us broad have roared
Since auld lang syne.

And there's a hand my trusty friend,
And give us a hand of thine!
And we'll take a right good will draught,
for auld lang syne

mek
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New Years Day Tradition


For Ernie Wyre, RIP and Father Robert Earl Hood, RIP

Hoppin' John

Ingredients:
1 pound dried black-eyed peas
2 small smoked ham hocks or meaty ham bone
2 medium onions, divided
3 large cloves garlic, halved
1 bay leaf
1 cup long-grain white rice
1 can (10 to 14.5 ounces) diced tomatoes with chile peppers, juices reserved
1 medium red bell pepper, chopped
1/2 green bell pepper, chopped
3 ribs celery, chopped
1 jalapeno or serrano pepper, minced
2 teaspoons Cajun or Creole seasoning
1/2 teaspoon dried thyme leaves
3/4 teaspoon ground cumin
3/4 teaspoon salt
4 green onions, sliced

Preparation:

In a large Dutch oven or kettle, combine the black-eyed peas, ham bone or ham hocks, and 6 cups water.
Cut 1 of the onions in half and add it to the pot along with the garlic and bay leaf. Bring to a boil, reduce the heat to medium-low, and simmer gently until the beans are tender but not mushy, 2 to 2 1/2 hours.
Remove the ham bone or hocks, cut off the meat; dice and set aside.
Drain the peas and set aside.
Remove and discard the bay leaf, onion pieces, and garlic.

Add 2 1/2 cups of water to the pot and bring to a boil. Add the rice, cover, and simmer until the rice is almost tender, about 10 to 12 minutes.

Mince the remaining onion then add to the rice along with the peas, tomatoes, and their juices, red and green bell pepper, celery, jalapeno pepper, Creole seasoning, thyme, cumin, and salt.

Cook until the rice is tender, 5 to 8 minutes. Stir in the sliced green onions and the reserved diced ham.


Serve with hot sauce and freshly baked cornbread.

Diana Rattray, About.com
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A few missing persons who I would like to see again:

Peter Spencer
Hal Randelman
Mary Randelman
Danny Greenberg
Richard Aaronson
Bob Hood

my Dad
my Mother
Uncle Max
Aunt Sylvia
Grandpa
Grandmother Iverson

Danny and Moe
Willie the Moose

January 1, 2009

to be continued...