Friday, August 06, 2010

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Thinking of my Father

Yesterday was a wonderful blue sky day.
I saw pelicans fishing while I swam
In spring sea water, still cool,
The summer warm soon to come. 

Like you, I swam out far
And the beach seemed out of reach
I cried because you are gone,
But all you gave me 
Runs always in my blood.

mek  Aug 5,  2010

Sunday, August 01, 2010

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Dreams


Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a several world.

Robert Herrick

Sunday, July 11, 2010

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“We are so addicted to looking outside ourselves that we have lost access to our inner being almost completely. We are terrified to look inward, because our culture has given us no idea of what we will find. We may even think that if we do, we will be in danger of madness. This is one of the last and most resourceful ploys of ego to prevent us from discovering our real nature.


So we make our lives so hectic that we eliminate the slightest risk of looking into ourselves. Even the idea of meditation can scare people. When they hear the words egoless or emptiness, they think that experiencing those states will be like being thrown out the door of a spaceship to float forever in a dark, chilling void. Nothing could be further from the truth. But in a world dedicated to distraction, silence and stillness terrify us; we protect ourselves from them with noise and frantic busyness. Looking into the nature of our mind is the last thing we would dare to do.”

— Sogyal Rinpoche via Glimpse of the Day, July 7 (via sharanam)

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» Consider

"The word consider comes to us from around 1350 CE, and it traces its origins through the Middle English consideren and the Latin considerare, both words meaning “with the stars” or “in the company of the stars”. Those origins are shared with other English words like constellation and sidereal, the former describing a whole group of stars glowing up there in the night sky, and the latter meaning simply “starry” and by extension, celestial or heavenly…”

(from Beyond The Fields We Know)


“No, the point is not only does time fly and do we die, but that in these reckless conditions we live at all, and are vouchsafed, for the duration of certain inexplicable moments, to know it.”

— Annie Dillard (from Whiskey River)

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“Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don’t stop to think, don’t interrupt the scream, exhale, release life’s rapture. Everything is blooming. Everything is flying. Everything is screaming, choking on its screams. Laughter. Running. Let-down hair. That is all there is to life.”

V.Nabokov

Thursday, May 27, 2010

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A Birthday Note for my Wife of 47 Years



The chairs and lounges were taken from the beach
years ago, and the gate closed and locked. Over
the ocean, far from our window
a windswept moon rises into dark night.

Far away rollers ride the sea, their sound arriving
out of darkness, and white surf crashes on the sand.
We look at each other, now older than we were.
Nodding, we know what was once unknown.



mek            May 26, 2010









Friday, May 21, 2010

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INVICTUS
by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.


In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.


Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.


It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

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If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
And yet in the past (I grieve to state),
She never had been exactly "straight".

And the second -- she was beyond all cavil,
A model of virtue, I must confess;
And yet, alas! she was dull as the devil,
And rather a dowd in the way of dress;
Though what she was lacking in wit and beauty,
She more than made up for in "sense of duty".

Now, suppose you must wed, and make no blunder,
And either would love you, and let you win her --
Which of the two would you choose, I wonder,
The stolid saint or the sparkling sinner?

Robert William Service

I don't know,I chose the saint and am much the happier for it.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

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A Repeat from April 2005


Has every grandisonic, lexiphnanic phrasemonger found his way to
Deadwood on Sunday nights? Have I been hornswoggled by its
magniloquent, bedizened language? Am I getting cock sucking
over-excited, overly enthusiastic about this fucking program, or is it
really approaching fucking Shakespearean heights?

mek

Sunday, March 07, 2010

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"Life is nothing but a competition to be the criminal instead of the victim."

Bertrand Russell.

"My loathings are simple: Stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music."

Vladimir Nobokov

Yes, I want to be attentive, to see how things work, to see what things people do. I am a watchman, I guess, like Alvaro Murtis' 'watchman.'
But my habit of being at a distance from my own life, and for that matter being at a distance from the lives of those I love, the lives around me--removes me from what is real.I am always peering through a window to see what's real. But I can't "feel" through the glass.--Is that the way I want it?

m e k

Pictures must not be too expressive.

Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

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El barman del Caesar’s cuenta chistes que hemos oído mil veces.Un caballo entra en un bar, por ejemplo. Yo susurro Sarah Evers me contó ese chiste en sexto y Josey dice mi hermano Steve en 1982. Una puta, un enano, un chino, nada que no hayamos escuchado. Entonces pregunta un cliente ¿En qué se parecen los martinis y las tetas? Y se echan a reír. Se lo saben, todos se lo saben, excepto nosotras. Ni siquiera se molestan en terminarlo. El barman sólo dice Sí, pero yo siempre he dicho que debería haber una tercera, en la espalda, para cuando bailas, y baila con una mujer de aire, tras la barra, su mano sobre la teta de la espalda. Y entendemos que tres son demasiadas y una no basta. Vale, podemos superarlo. Mis tetas me gustan como los martinis, decimos: pequeñas y manoseadas o grandes y secas. Perfectas. Desbordantes. Apestando a enebro, derramándose sobre la barra. Cuando tengo migraña y ella se me insinúa digo Josey, mis tetas son como martinis. Ella asiente, solemne: Más vale que nadie les ponga las manos encima. ¿Cómo podríamos contarle al barman estos chistes? No podríamos. No se enteraría. Lo digo mientras limpio las vitrinas de la cocina y ella entiende: sucias y mojadas. Caminando en el viento Josey dice Mis tetas son como martinis y yo pido un taxi, sé que quiso decir heladas, temblorosas.

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And now a toast I heard first from the indefatigable Jose Espino, a Cuban imbiber and raconteur who was my friend for twenty-five years.

"Martinis son como las tetas de una mujer
Una no es basta
Tres son demasiada
Pero dos? --
suficiente y perfecta! "

Monday, March 01, 2010

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A question has some in from a reader named "Issac."

Is it possible to reverse the flow of my blood through my veins?

Answer:

The only way is through centrifugal force. You have to get a high speed centrigon (easily available through government surplus.) My guess is that the cost would be about $2500. Be sure that you are belted in properly, and wearing a Benguzzet Helmet. Pressure points will be ankles, knees, pelvis,thorax,and head. Each should be properly afixed to the inner-wall of the centrigon.

About one hour before strapping in, take 4 grams of Onvestium powder per 100 pounds of your own weight. Drink at least a liter of water, but be prepared to urinate during the process by wearing a tight fitting adult diaper.

There should be a medical unit at your side; the best would be a Board certified pulmonary specialist and a nurse practiced in resuscitation. Your pulse should not exceed 100 bpm during the procedure which should take between 15 and 20 minutes depending on your weight.

You did not state in your question whether you are male or female--but should you have long hair it should be netted and bound.

The centrigon should gradually reach 10,000 RPM, and kept at that speed for about ten minutes while turning your body upside down.

You will sense the blood flow reversal but it will not be an overwhelming feeling.

It would be normal for you to black out at 7500 RPM, but the procedure should be continued unless your blood pressure exceeds 120.

Good luck!
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Doggie Dreams
Calm and Soothing Music for Dogs
Famous Melodies on the Cello&Piano
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Sunday, February 28, 2010

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She was a born-again virgin when I first met her...

Friday, February 26, 2010

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"I never borrowed a kettle from you.
I returned it to you unbroken.
The kettle was already broken when I got it from you."

.................Sigmund Freud.

The holocaust did not happen.
It did happen, but the Jews deserved it.
The Jews did not deserve it, but they have lost the right to complain by doing to Palestinians what the Nazis did to them.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

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Vanity Fair: from the Proust Questionaire

Q: What is your most treasured possession?
A: When I lost so many prized possessions on 9/11 I learned a lesson.
Possessions are not where its at." Sonny Rollins

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Q: What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
A: Thriftiness -- Sonny Rollins
A: Frugality -- Lou Reed
A: Stinginess -- Paul Newman
A: Patience -- Sumner Redstone
A: Patience -- Larry King (Life is too short)
A: Patience and
Beauty -- Donna Karen
A: Modesty -- Yoko Ono
A: Humility -- Willie Nelson
A: Virtue -- Elaine May
A: Monogamy -- Shirley MacLaine
A: Abstinence -- Fran Leibowitz
A: Truthfulness -- Keith Richards
A: Silence -- Sen. Edward Kennedy
A: Silence -- Barbara Walters
A: Rabid Patriotism -- Gore Vidal

Monday, February 01, 2010

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As a man who revels when discovering the moral failings and hypocrisy in others, especially in our political leaders, I was struck by this:

"It may be gratifying to watch one's moral superiors fall on their faces, but it is also a good idea to look around and see whether there is anyone left to lean upon."

Louis Auchincloss, Honorable Men

Sunday, January 31, 2010

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YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying;
Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold?

Oliver Wendel Holmes

Monday, January 25, 2010

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The grandfather clock is the reflection of its historical period when time was orderly and slow. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. It stood there in the front hall, its great carven case, with a pendulum like the sun or the moon. There was something monumental and solid about time. By the nineteen-thirties and forties wristwatches were neurotic and talked very fast, tick-tick-tick-tick -- with a sweep secondhand going around. Today we have liquid-crystal watches that don't show any time at all until you press a button. Then the numbers show up. And when you take your finger off, time disappears.
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And from a long time ago: Wednesday, November 21, 2007


"There comes a time when time passing becomes time remaining."

I had no idea what I said. Here's St Eve's first reply.


This is a complicated statement and requires some thought to unravel. The passage of time is a perception that depends upon cause and effect occurrence in the physical world and the apprehension of those causes followed by their associated effects. The batter hits the pitched ball. Then there is the memory of those relations and their order of occurrence. Sight of the ball and sound of the bat hitting the ball this becomes the sensed passage of time. So when the time remaining to our lives becomes the sensed moment of times' passage; it is the last moment-end time. Now some might accuse me of being philosophically narrow and bending the meaning to my own ends but if you think about what time perception is really all about then my conclusion seems unavoidable. If this is not clear I will gladly restate it.
Ss


Gross asked for a restatement. So here's St Eve's second reply or re-statement.


Inherent within the above statement, there is a structure to time. There is past, present and future time.

Time coming is its emergence out of the future to become the present moment. No matter how brief that moment is, it lapses and becomes the next moment. As it passes it becomes past time. Historical time and future time are infinites with present time sandwiched in between. Time passing from future to present to past is the accepted linear configuration in western society.

In the second part of the statement, “time remaining” has to be assumed to be a personal subset of future moments that constitutes the finite period of the person’s life that they have left to live.

So when that packet of future time, the remainder of one’s life’s moments becomes passing time, and entering the past then one's life is over the next instant. When the time remaining to one's life passes it is all over.

To restate the notions related to the perception of time embedded in the above statement is less . This perception is complex and comes from our senses which record in memory happenings sequentially with antecedent and subsequent events. They may be cause and effect but as Katz has pointed out may just be sequential.

The order of occurrence and their recording on RNA and reading that order may be how we know that events are past time and we are able to place them in their temporal order by their physical placement in the RNA molecule.

There are many exceptions to time perception which are intriguing.
Time passing fast, passing slowly: time standing still, athletes in “the zone “with altered time perception and increased performance abilities.

When my understanding improves with research I will pass it on.
ss