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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.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Thursday, January 01, 2009
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
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
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
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
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
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
Monday, December 29, 2008
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
Thanks to Mr. Google I discovered the meaning of "Liber scriptus proferetur,in quo totum continetur, unde mundus judicetur." Mozart's, Requiem.
Liber scriptus proferetur,
In quo totum continetur,
Unde mundus judicetur.
The written book shall be brought
In which all is contained
Whereby the world shall be judged.
If we write the book ourselves,
one would expect a lot of spinning of our story, and a heap of rationalization.
Thanks to Mr. Google I discovered the meaning of "Liber scriptus proferetur,in quo totum continetur, unde mundus judicetur." Mozart's, Requiem.
Liber scriptus proferetur,
In quo totum continetur,
Unde mundus judicetur.
The written book shall be brought
In which all is contained
Whereby the world shall be judged.
If we write the book ourselves,
one would expect a lot of spinning of our story, and a heap of rationalization.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
email exchange:
Dear St Eve my amazing friend,
I do not, and never have, consider your positions against capitalism to be "rants" or "bizarre." I have always taken them seriously. I realized long ago that you understood, much more than I, capitalism's harmful ramifications that are so easily overlooked by we. the selfish, who enjoy its benefits.
I do not think that I have a "life."
I understand and enjoy your buffoonery.
I am never certain of anything. I live in uncertainty and am comfortable here.
It am intrigued that MG seems to have become more certain of his views even as they change. I sense that you, on the other hand, have backed off the torque a little.
But I am not sure about my statements about either of you.
Truth is often found in cliches.
Is it still a cliche to say that violence leads to violence? Is it a cliche to say that those who will themselves to power are the most likely to engage in and justify violence?
If Gandhi and MLK were Palestinians how would they organize the situation?
mek
We all do have lives so there is no need to get one the question at this stage is how we spend the remainder. I prefer to entertain, play the buffoon and work on my little projects, rail against the tyrants and miscreants and laugh at the happening that my bizarre objections to capitalism and its deformed relative imperialism have all come to pass.
Note our brave Yiddish brothers are now bombing gaza. There is
a striking parallel to the Warsaw ghetto. We starved and strangled this tiny enclave they struck back and the Israelis bomb it and plan to level it. Shame shame on the nasty jewish hypocrites. With a small diminished j. With the Madoffs we join the biggest of the
of the wall street crooks and the Israelis we link arms with the
worst of the world oppressors. A schande on the jews as the NY Times points out. The christs are filled with glee and schadenfreude. Maybe we should all bust out israeli lapel pins
and strut around in yarmulkes with our pants unzipped and
our circumcised weddlers exposed chanting hurray for the jews.
ss
ss
email exchange:
Dear St Eve my amazing friend,
I do not, and never have, consider your positions against capitalism to be "rants" or "bizarre." I have always taken them seriously. I realized long ago that you understood, much more than I, capitalism's harmful ramifications that are so easily overlooked by we. the selfish, who enjoy its benefits.
I do not think that I have a "life."
I understand and enjoy your buffoonery.
I am never certain of anything. I live in uncertainty and am comfortable here.
It am intrigued that MG seems to have become more certain of his views even as they change. I sense that you, on the other hand, have backed off the torque a little.
But I am not sure about my statements about either of you.
Truth is often found in cliches.
Is it still a cliche to say that violence leads to violence? Is it a cliche to say that those who will themselves to power are the most likely to engage in and justify violence?
If Gandhi and MLK were Palestinians how would they organize the situation?
mek
We all do have lives so there is no need to get one the question at this stage is how we spend the remainder. I prefer to entertain, play the buffoon and work on my little projects, rail against the tyrants and miscreants and laugh at the happening that my bizarre objections to capitalism and its deformed relative imperialism have all come to pass.
Note our brave Yiddish brothers are now bombing gaza. There is
a striking parallel to the Warsaw ghetto. We starved and strangled this tiny enclave they struck back and the Israelis bomb it and plan to level it. Shame shame on the nasty jewish hypocrites. With a small diminished j. With the Madoffs we join the biggest of the
of the wall street crooks and the Israelis we link arms with the
worst of the world oppressors. A schande on the jews as the NY Times points out. The christs are filled with glee and schadenfreude. Maybe we should all bust out israeli lapel pins
and strut around in yarmulkes with our pants unzipped and
our circumcised weddlers exposed chanting hurray for the jews.
ss
ss
Saturday, December 13, 2008
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
The birds fly away
When the weather turns to autumn
In spring they return.
They fly, fly, fly,
Their wings carry them;
Suddenly you notice
That they already
Drink of the distant blue sky.
They fly so swiftly that one takes
Them as disappearing dreams.
What flies more swiftly
Than the birds? Life!
But, unlike the birds,
It never comes back.
…………………………………………..Adapted From “Satantango,” a Hungarian Film
The birds fly away
When the weather turns to autumn
In spring they return.
They fly, fly, fly,
Their wings carry them;
Suddenly you notice
That they already
Drink of the distant blue sky.
They fly so swiftly that one takes
Them as disappearing dreams.
What flies more swiftly
Than the birds? Life!
But, unlike the birds,
It never comes back.
…………………………………………..Adapted From “Satantango,” a Hungarian Film
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
Far away, a man on the beach
With a flashlight.
What does he think about?
'Whatever death is
Life is worth more.'
You who are tied to me by friendship's chain,
And with whom together we kept
Wide awake so many nights;
You may want to
Mourn over my corpse.
But I say to my friends
Do not mourn me;
You know that with us
It was mostly laughs;
And mourning would strike
Against our normal selves.
But, for sure, come out to me,
And as you stand over my grave,
Cheerfully tell the jokes
We told ourselves.
And laugh some more
And mention all the old names
And know that your blood ran in mine;
---------------------------
Inspired by Satantango, a Hungarian Film.
Far away, a man on the beach
With a flashlight.
What does he think about?
'Whatever death is
Life is worth more.'
You who are tied to me by friendship's chain,
And with whom together we kept
Wide awake so many nights;
You may want to
Mourn over my corpse.
But I say to my friends
Do not mourn me;
You know that with us
It was mostly laughs;
And mourning would strike
Against our normal selves.
But, for sure, come out to me,
And as you stand over my grave,
Cheerfully tell the jokes
We told ourselves.
And laugh some more
And mention all the old names
And know that your blood ran in mine;
---------------------------
Inspired by Satantango, a Hungarian Film.
Monday, November 03, 2008
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
On this earth there is one thing that is dreadful: Everyone has his reasons. Eugene Jarecki
On this earth there is one thing that is dreadful: Everyone has his reasons. Eugene Jarecki
Why We Fight - A Film By Eugene Jarecki
Monday, October 27, 2008
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
If all this dying doesn't end soon everything will turn to shit. mek
Like most good Americans he was fervently materialistic and oblivious to the incongruity of wealth and poverty around him. (mek?)
"Music of Chance," Paul Auster: "Something was finished and something was about to begin. Each citizen carries the entire world within himself. "
"In the Country of Last Things," Paul Auster
"Make plans. Consider the possibilities. Act. Unless you learn to accept what has given to you , you will never be at peace with yourself. "
"The Book of Memory," Paul Auster
"It was. It will never be again. Remember. "
"Leviathan," Paul Auster
"Every man is a prisoner of his pecker."
"Once you turn against yourself, it is hard to believe that everyone is not against you too. "
If all this dying doesn't end soon everything will turn to shit. mek
Like most good Americans he was fervently materialistic and oblivious to the incongruity of wealth and poverty around him. (mek?)
"Music of Chance," Paul Auster: "Something was finished and something was about to begin. Each citizen carries the entire world within himself. "
"In the Country of Last Things," Paul Auster
"Make plans. Consider the possibilities. Act. Unless you learn to accept what has given to you , you will never be at peace with yourself. "
"The Book of Memory," Paul Auster
"It was. It will never be again. Remember. "
"Leviathan," Paul Auster
"Every man is a prisoner of his pecker."
"Once you turn against yourself, it is hard to believe that everyone is not against you too. "
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
Many years ago I was standing at the urinal of a VFW in Skowhegan, Maine, when the man pissing next to me allowed that it was too bad that you had to pay for a drink and then piss it all away.
+++++++++++++
He bears the heaviest chain -- that of maturity.
++++++++
His smile was kept locked away in some small drawer somewhere in a cellar.
Many years ago I was standing at the urinal of a VFW in Skowhegan, Maine, when the man pissing next to me allowed that it was too bad that you had to pay for a drink and then piss it all away.
+++++++++++++
He bears the heaviest chain -- that of maturity.
++++++++
His smile was kept locked away in some small drawer somewhere in a cellar.
Friday, October 24, 2008
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
There is a time of life when preferences and antipathies are easily implanted and grow to be ineradicable moral sentiments of maturer years.
Lord Salisbury 1865
Apparently after having been molded by friend Dr. Horowitz, few of us have been able to move our heads from side to side so that we could see the rest of the world.
There is a time of life when preferences and antipathies are easily implanted and grow to be ineradicable moral sentiments of maturer years.
Lord Salisbury 1865
Apparently after having been molded by friend Dr. Horowitz, few of us have been able to move our heads from side to side so that we could see the rest of the world.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
It seems to me that much of what we call Truth is tentative, subject to change.
It seems to me that much of what we call Truth is tentative, subject to change.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
Mike
This is beauifully written and a rare tribute to a friend. However, I disagree when you say Hal was surrounded by creative people but he wasn't one of them ..In my occasional get-togethers with Hal over the years we often talked about business, first his advertising work and later his role as producer/director of TV commercials. It was his job to be creative, and I think he did his job well.
John
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
When I think about Hal I try to bring together each of the facets that made up his personality. He wanted to be outsize and memorable but he banged up against his limitations and couldn't bring himself to accept them. He was in a business surrounded by creative types but he wasn't one of them. He wasn't 'talent' but he wasn't a 'suit' either.
He kept his insecurities to himself, he was very closed, very private, so it is doubly hard to put him together in a written sketch. He hid so much of himself from us, and only occasionally, when he was bleeding, did we glimpse a little of what lived under his skin.
His self-protective shield was anger, not a blistering anger, but rather a blustering anger. I loved him for it. It was clear to me that he used his anger to keep himself separate from his life's accumulation of ticks and harrumphs, experience and memory.
When Hal dressed for his role -- the role he played before us, his audience -- when he prepared the fiction that became his self, his character, he dropped deep into his unconscious and the role he played actualized into himself, without deliberate intention, and therefore, paradoxically, into a genuine self. The man we saw on on stage was real.
He never told us that he was dying. We are not sure whether he knew it or whether he was in denial. By not telling us, he deprived himself (and us) of a farewell; we never got to tell him directly how much he meant to each of us, how important to us he was, and, most important, how much we loved him.
When I think about Hal I try to bring together each of the facets that made up his personality. He wanted to be outsize and memorable but he banged up against his limitations and couldn't bring himself to accept them. He was in a business surrounded by creative types but he wasn't one of them. He wasn't 'talent' but he wasn't a 'suit' either.
He kept his insecurities to himself, he was very closed, very private, so it is doubly hard to put him together in a written sketch. He hid so much of himself from us, and only occasionally, when he was bleeding, did we glimpse a little of what lived under his skin.
His self-protective shield was anger, not a blistering anger, but rather a blustering anger. I loved him for it. It was clear to me that he used his anger to keep himself separate from his life's accumulation of ticks and harrumphs, experience and memory.
When Hal dressed for his role -- the role he played before us, his audience -- when he prepared the fiction that became his self, his character, he dropped deep into his unconscious and the role he played actualized into himself, without deliberate intention, and therefore, paradoxically, into a genuine self. The man we saw on on stage was real.
He never told us that he was dying. We are not sure whether he knew it or whether he was in denial. By not telling us, he deprived himself (and us) of a farewell; we never got to tell him directly how much he meant to each of us, how important to us he was, and, most important, how much we loved him.
Friday, October 10, 2008
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
Lifeboat an Alfred Hitchcock film with Walter Slezick ,William Bendix Tallula Bankhead directed by Hitchcock.Walter is the german uboat captain;Tallula ,the starlet. Slezack was committed to survive and secreted food while the others starved. I think Bendix who was wounded was weaked and unfit was killed by Slezak so they could conserve water. Lets all as survivors, the remaining beings in our lifeboat, commit to share the remaining supplies and nobody pushes anybody overboard.
ss
At the moment of death life stops -- and we will not know that our existence is over.
ss
What has HAl's death meant to us, personally and as a group. What did it feel like when realizing that the number of empty chairs for Greenberg, Aronsohn, Spencer and
Alas, as Hal's parting shot reminds us, we can not, like those in the movie, be saved from death. None of us can survive. Now what the fuck can we do about that? Make believe?
g
The emails before our meeting were thought provoking, the conversation outdoors at Henry's helped to add definition and clarity to the summation of our view of Hal but the ass kicker, the
post script to the story was Craig's revelations and additions to Hal's life and death story.
And then the renewed discussion after Craig's departure . Now there was brand new information which shed light on all the principle players and their motives. What a spectacular evening. Unrivaled in the annals of "Boys Of HM regular evenings out and about". A rare peek in to the clotted heart of a man who was overcome by disease and twisted disappointment in life and love.
Whether we understand it or not we have witnessed a very sad waste of human potential and it ain't over yet.
ss
When Gross pointed to the places, "over here," for Aronsohn, and "that place" for Spencer, and "this place for Danny, and Hal, by me; for a moment, I felt as though each were present. Something broke the spell, someone said something too soon--maybe it was Hal....
All worlds change and vanish. It looks as though our's is vanishing now. I have had enough of change. Lets think of another way our only experience is life. We will not experience our death. We may be bailing as fast as we can; but there's no one who can repair the leak in the lifeboat. The odd, strange thing is that we will each carry on, mostly ignoring the dead end in our future, until we arrive it --and then we won't know it.
mek
Lets think of another way our only experience is life. We will not experience our death. Death is
this then when there is no more life. Only the survivors will experience our absence of life.
If you want an afterlife ,a second installment then there are alot of good stories out there. Learning everyday how to live fully in the present. That is it a finite number of present moments
till the last one. The biggest economy to prolong the number of present moments in which to live is sleeping less. That gives me more real added time not hopeful fairy tales.
ss
Lifeboat an Alfred Hitchcock film with Walter Slezick ,William Bendix Tallula Bankhead directed by Hitchcock.Walter is the german uboat captain;Tallula ,the starlet. Slezack was committed to survive and secreted food while the others starved. I think Bendix who was wounded was weaked and unfit was killed by Slezak so they could conserve water. Lets all as survivors, the remaining beings in our lifeboat, commit to share the remaining supplies and nobody pushes anybody overboard.
ss
At the moment of death life stops -- and we will not know that our existence is over.
ss
What has HAl's death meant to us, personally and as a group. What did it feel like when realizing that the number of empty chairs for Greenberg, Aronsohn, Spencer and
Alas, as Hal's parting shot reminds us, we can not, like those in the movie, be saved from death. None of us can survive. Now what the fuck can we do about that? Make believe?
g
The emails before our meeting were thought provoking, the conversation outdoors at Henry's helped to add definition and clarity to the summation of our view of Hal but the ass kicker, the
post script to the story was Craig's revelations and additions to Hal's life and death story.
And then the renewed discussion after Craig's departure . Now there was brand new information which shed light on all the principle players and their motives. What a spectacular evening. Unrivaled in the annals of "Boys Of HM regular evenings out and about". A rare peek in to the clotted heart of a man who was overcome by disease and twisted disappointment in life and love.
Whether we understand it or not we have witnessed a very sad waste of human potential and it ain't over yet.
ss
When Gross pointed to the places, "over here," for Aronsohn, and "that place" for Spencer, and "this place for Danny, and Hal, by me; for a moment, I felt as though each were present. Something broke the spell, someone said something too soon--maybe it was Hal....
All worlds change and vanish. It looks as though our's is vanishing now. I have had enough of change. Lets think of another way our only experience is life. We will not experience our death. We may be bailing as fast as we can; but there's no one who can repair the leak in the lifeboat. The odd, strange thing is that we will each carry on, mostly ignoring the dead end in our future, until we arrive it --and then we won't know it.
mek
Lets think of another way our only experience is life. We will not experience our death. Death is
this then when there is no more life. Only the survivors will experience our absence of life.
If you want an afterlife ,a second installment then there are alot of good stories out there. Learning everyday how to live fully in the present. That is it a finite number of present moments
till the last one. The biggest economy to prolong the number of present moments in which to live is sleeping less. That gives me more real added time not hopeful fairy tales.
ss
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