Thursday, January 23, 2003
One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors. Plato
See how much better you feel when you comment on my little tid bits of information? After all Checkov once said :"if you 're afraid of loneliness don't marry" but I for one don't think that marriage makes you lonelier ... does it? anyway enough about Loneliness and being alone and let's figure out when we're going to move to Chester, England.....
From the NY Post
It's a controversial case of sin and salvation, all on the same block.
Church officials in Chester, England, are furious that a massage parlor has opened for business just 50 yards from the Chester Cathedral.
The Gemini Lounge, which bills itself as a "gentleman's recreation club," offers a vigorous rubdown, along with adult magazines and videos, to parishioners who want to play before they pray.
and on top of that many airlines are running a 200 dollar roundtrip airfare special!
See how much better you feel when you comment on my little tid bits of information? After all Checkov once said :"if you 're afraid of loneliness don't marry" but I for one don't think that marriage makes you lonelier ... does it? anyway enough about Loneliness and being alone and let's figure out when we're going to move to Chester, England.....
From the NY Post
It's a controversial case of sin and salvation, all on the same block.
Church officials in Chester, England, are furious that a massage parlor has opened for business just 50 yards from the Chester Cathedral.
The Gemini Lounge, which bills itself as a "gentleman's recreation club," offers a vigorous rubdown, along with adult magazines and videos, to parishioners who want to play before they pray.
and on top of that many airlines are running a 200 dollar roundtrip airfare special!
Wednesday, January 22, 2003
The most terrible poverty is loneliness and the feeling of being unloved. Mother Teresa
A friend of mine from Italy sent me an E-mail asking me If I felt lonely... actually she asked me if I felt alone thus spurring me into a whole comment where I state that in this superficial 21st century we are all alone protected by our gadgets, jobs, media, soap operas and tabloids. All is geared to protect us from deepening our concepts... we have grown to have the attention span of Homer Simpson.. oh look a butterfly wohoo!! All jokes aside I do think that we lose touch with the issues very quickly as soon as a new novel idea comes about i also think that we have been taught to take too much for granted and that all this "protection" that was built around us only feeds into the fire of loneliness... I sometimes envy the generations before us who had to fight to obtain the things we take for granted... what can we fight for? legalized marijuana? all women running around topless? subsidized porn? you tell me
A friend of mine from Italy sent me an E-mail asking me If I felt lonely... actually she asked me if I felt alone thus spurring me into a whole comment where I state that in this superficial 21st century we are all alone protected by our gadgets, jobs, media, soap operas and tabloids. All is geared to protect us from deepening our concepts... we have grown to have the attention span of Homer Simpson.. oh look a butterfly wohoo!! All jokes aside I do think that we lose touch with the issues very quickly as soon as a new novel idea comes about i also think that we have been taught to take too much for granted and that all this "protection" that was built around us only feeds into the fire of loneliness... I sometimes envy the generations before us who had to fight to obtain the things we take for granted... what can we fight for? legalized marijuana? all women running around topless? subsidized porn? you tell me
Tuesday, January 21, 2003
No man with a man's heart in him, gets far on his way without some bitter, soul searching disappointment. Brown
I would like it if there were a little more audience participation on this Blog so you see that little button in the corner that says shout out? Use it!
I would like it if there were a little more audience participation on this Blog so you see that little button in the corner that says shout out? Use it!
Some People like cupcakes better... I for one care less for them. The Muffin Man
Now here's a Frank Zappa Interlude for all of you
The Muffin Man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the Utility Muffin
Research Kitchen... Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon he gathers an
intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants and brushing his scapular aside
procceds to dump these inside of his shirt...
He turns to us and speaks:
"SOME PEOPLE LIKE CUPCAKES BETTER. I FOR ONE CARE LESS FOR THEM!"
Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully charged icing
anointment utensil he poots forths a quarter-ounce green rosette (oh ah yuk
yuk... let's try that again...!) He poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosette
near the summit of a dense but radiant muffin of his own design.
Later he says:
"SOME PEOPLE... SOME PEOPLE LIKE CUPCAKES EXCLUSIVELY, WHILE MYSELF, I SAY
THERE IS NAUGHT NOR OUGHT THERE BE NOTHING SO EXALTED ON THE FACE OF GOD'S GREY
EARTH AS THAT PRINCE OF FOODS... THE MUFFIN!"
Girl you thought he was a man
But he was a muffin
He hung around till you found
That he didn't know nuthin'
Girl you thought he was a man
But he only was a-puffin'
No cries is heard in the night
As a result of him stuffin'
Now here's a Frank Zappa Interlude for all of you
The Muffin Man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the Utility Muffin
Research Kitchen... Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon he gathers an
intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants and brushing his scapular aside
procceds to dump these inside of his shirt...
He turns to us and speaks:
"SOME PEOPLE LIKE CUPCAKES BETTER. I FOR ONE CARE LESS FOR THEM!"
Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully charged icing
anointment utensil he poots forths a quarter-ounce green rosette (oh ah yuk
yuk... let's try that again...!) He poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosette
near the summit of a dense but radiant muffin of his own design.
Later he says:
"SOME PEOPLE... SOME PEOPLE LIKE CUPCAKES EXCLUSIVELY, WHILE MYSELF, I SAY
THERE IS NAUGHT NOR OUGHT THERE BE NOTHING SO EXALTED ON THE FACE OF GOD'S GREY
EARTH AS THAT PRINCE OF FOODS... THE MUFFIN!"
Girl you thought he was a man
But he was a muffin
He hung around till you found
That he didn't know nuthin'
Girl you thought he was a man
But he only was a-puffin'
No cries is heard in the night
As a result of him stuffin'
Alienated States 10 years after
This is the post I wrote on friday which I accidentally deleted and which prompted my things I hate rant
When I was in Italy I used to make tapes. I worked for a majore record company and had access to an almost unlimited archive of music.So I set out to make compilations for friends and families for special occasions. I always made only one master intended for the recipient and never kept a copy and I also asked the recipient to not make copies for anybody as the tape was usually work of a personal nature with the recipient in mind trying to pinpoint what said recipient would be interested in. This said I set out one day to make the best most comprehensive set of tapes for a friend's birthday. it was about 4 hours of music covering everything from classical to techno all intertwined. That was called "alienated states" and it reflected the angst of a 21 year old trying to learn the ropes and realizing that the world was sad and beautiful. That was my last set of tapes made. I often regret not keeping a copy of those tapes because in the end they were more of a personal opus than a gift to a friend. I do not, however, regret giving them to one of my best friends and I furthermore respect him for never making me a copy although I had requested them many times.
I am now toying with the idea of putting together a 10 years after tribute CD since the times and myself have changed and then i'd like to compare them and figure where my music taste has gone.
This is the post I wrote on friday which I accidentally deleted and which prompted my things I hate rant
When I was in Italy I used to make tapes. I worked for a majore record company and had access to an almost unlimited archive of music.So I set out to make compilations for friends and families for special occasions. I always made only one master intended for the recipient and never kept a copy and I also asked the recipient to not make copies for anybody as the tape was usually work of a personal nature with the recipient in mind trying to pinpoint what said recipient would be interested in. This said I set out one day to make the best most comprehensive set of tapes for a friend's birthday. it was about 4 hours of music covering everything from classical to techno all intertwined. That was called "alienated states" and it reflected the angst of a 21 year old trying to learn the ropes and realizing that the world was sad and beautiful. That was my last set of tapes made. I often regret not keeping a copy of those tapes because in the end they were more of a personal opus than a gift to a friend. I do not, however, regret giving them to one of my best friends and I furthermore respect him for never making me a copy although I had requested them many times.
I am now toying with the idea of putting together a 10 years after tribute CD since the times and myself have changed and then i'd like to compare them and figure where my music taste has gone.
