I will strive to be as optomistic as Pooh today.
But it is my day off you know!

"Those who dream of the banquet may weep the next morning, and those who dream of weeping may go out to hunt after dawn. When we dream we do not know that we are dreaming. In our dreams we may even interpret our dreams. Only after we are awake do we know that we have dreamed. But there comes a great awakening, and then we know that life is a great dream. But the stupid think they are awake all the time and believe they know it distinctly.

"Once I, Chuang Tzu, dreamed I was a butterfly and was happy as a butterfly. I was conscious that I was quite pleased with myself, but I did not know that I was Tzu. Suddenly I awoke, and there was I, visibly Tzu. I do not know whether it was Tzu dreaming that he was a butterfly or the butterfly dreaming that he was Tzu. Between Tzu and the butterfly there must be some distinction. [But one may be the other.] This is called the transformation of things."
Chuang Tzu

I peed with Paulie Walnuts
Yesterday a friend of ours called to say say if we picked her up from the train At Newark , She and her husband would take Bonnie and I to the Springstien concert!
14 th row in the first tier just off stage left.
Anyway, Just before the concert started I went to the bathroom, while doing my business I see a guy come in and start doing his business right next to me.
I glance over and who is it? Paulie Walnuts from the Soprano's!
Who's real name is Tony Sirico.
I say "Hey, Whats going on?" really casual.
He smiled and said "Just taken care of some business." and smiled with a little chuckle.
We washed up siliently and I think he appreciated the fact that I did not hound him for an autograph or talk incessantly.
We both left and were walking together and he went down my aisle?! He was sitting about ten rows above me!
When he went to get in his row he looked at me and winked, like we were old friends who shared a secret.
The concert was as great as the first one, but I will always remember peeing with paulie walnuts!

You are not forgotten


South Koreans look at a giant bronze statue, which will be dedicated on July 27 to the tens of thousands who died during the 1950-53 Korean War
(AFP/Choi Jae-Ku)

A story
A man sits alone at his computer early one morning before the sun is up. He wonders about where his life is going and whether there will be anyone at his funeral. He is tired and confused, always trying his very best to make everyone happy yet he has seemed to fail. There is such misery in the world, how can one man possibly fight all the demons? How much energy is in him? He thinks about all the evil done to him in his life, all the bad people that have shaped his life into what is is. Why? As he sits there all alone he begins to realize that, actually, he is not sitting in the dark alone. There is a light shining from somewhere. He looks around to find the source of the light but cannot find it. 'Am I going mad?' He thinks.
But with the lights off and just the glow of the computer he still senses a light, a light that surrounds him, makes him warm inside. He suddenly aware that the light is coming from inside him! An energy that he had forgotten, an energy he had known he had when he was young. A tear fell from his eye unexpectadly, He was not alone after all. God was shining his light through him, giving him all the energy needed to fight the fight. His life was worthwhile and there was more good in the world than evil. The sun broke over the horizon as an answer to his questions. Another day. Another battle. A new life!

The world is at our finger tips,
My fingers are sore,
The world is my oyster,
I'm allergic to shellfish,
There is a world of possibilities,
How do I choose?

Did you ever sit in traffic complaining about the road work up ahead?
Did you ever hit a pothole and it shakes your car and you curse the lousy road?
To give you some perspective: This was not thast long ago.

"I Lost My Hat!"


Why won't anyone talk to me?

To Have and to Hold: The Key
To Wife Carrying Is Upside Down




Take it from a world champion: The best way for a man to carry a woman is to dangle her upside down over his back, with her thighs squeezing his neck and her arms around his torso.



By ROGER THUROW




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The answer is 4!


Answer to the mystery of life is four


Scientists have found a simple mathematical relationship that connects the whole of nature, from the tiniest cell to the vast forests of the Amazon.

The connections are all based on the three dimensions of the physical world - length, depth and width - plus one, making the number 4.

"Four is the magic number of life," says Dr Geoffrey West of the Santa Fe Institute in New Mexico, a keynote speaker at the NZ Institute of Physics annual conference last week.


By SIMON COLLINS, science reporter

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Went to the church of Bruce on Tuesday.
The single best concert I have ever been to!
Somewhere in the swamps of Jersey we rocked for a solid three hours.
Ending with Rosalita
The band was strong and in sinc and Bruce was as alive as ever.
The energy that eminated from that stage was unbelievable!
It was one of those perfect evenings.
My Wife, (it was a suprize for her)
Low humidity,
clear skies,
great crowd,
Bruce,
NJ,
I am paying for the evening now with my muscles in complete revolt and my joints are as stiff and creaky as an old screen door swollen with humidity.
It was worth it at any cost to see Bonnie so happy.

Pain is like a lead blanket,
covering me,
I cannot see through it,
Either in front of me, or the back.
Future or past,
It envelopes and encloses me,
It is me,
neither evil or good,
no memory exists,
just a state of being,
in pain.

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My pain is me,
It owns me,
It enslaves me,
My master is awake now,
I fear it will never sleep again,
my master calls,
I must go,
I have no choice,
Empty of all free will.
My master is awake now,
pray it goes to sleep.

Idea for the day


Splash in some water, the lake, the ocean or your bathtub it doesn't matter. The feeling is liberating!

My pain is not me,
It inhabits me,
It enslaves me,
My master sleeps right now,
I fear it will awake,
When my master calls,
I am no longer myself,
I become a shell,
empty of what is me.
My master sleeps right now,
pray it never wakes.

Peach sponged walls surround me,
As I sit in a smal pateccerie..
A small table, no one else in the place,
I have a pot of pear/caramel tea and this piece of paper,
In the air Jazz softly playing..
The insanity of the world is far away,
The pain inside me is somewhat subdued,
Am I dying?
Who cares?
THe woman who served me the tea,
looks like she is from western Europe,
she is around 60 years old and looks older in her face,
She wears a scarf on her head and an old sweater whos best years have past.
SHe looks as if she has seen all of the worlds insanity,
experienced it,
Tasted it,
and now serves tea,
and is happy.
Far from her past and pain,
We can have no idea what she has gone thru,
What her pain has been,
I bet she smiles and laughs to herself,
when people complain about how expensive the Cappucino is,
or How bad the traffic is and,
How much their jobs suck.
They have no idea.
As I paid the bill I said
"Beautiful day today isn't it?"
She said,
"Yes it is."
We smiled and I went back into the insanity and pain.

uncertainty principle



"The more precisely
the POSITION is determined,
the less precisely

the MOMENTUM is known"

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