Good Things and Bad Things

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~ Courtesy Wiki

A bad thing happened to me this morning.

What was that, you may ask?

Well. A good thing did not happen to me this morning and a good-thing’s-not-happening is a bad thing.

Because if a good thing had happened to me, then a good thing would have happened to me this morning.

However a good thing did not happen to me this morning and so therefore a bad thing happened to me.

So a bad thing happened to me this morning.

Now if I may more candid. ~~> Many bad things happened to me this morning. So many, many.

So much so that when someone said “Good Morning!” to me, I replied with “Ah. Bad Morning!”

~ Now here is the question: Is a bad thing not happening to me a good thing?

One other thing… A good thing happened to me this morning.

And yes. A good thing happening to me is a good thing.

Therefore two good things happened to me this morning.

Not Noise

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Micromanager and Macromanager so we do not have to be. God-sized problem.

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Exegesis/Eisegesis and wine tasting.

Hesed: Covenant coated ball of spice.

Hesed – God is a hands-on God. He does things… actual, concrete things… in our life. Jesus Christ is the supreme demonstration of the Hesed of God. He is the Hesed of God. And this is seen supremely in God giving us Jesus Christ, in the flesh and in the blood. Jesus Christ is most supremely the Hesed of God. On the one hand, He is the face of God. If you have seen Him, you have seen the Father. We are the body of which He is the head. On the other hand, Jesus Christ is where God’s feet touch the ground. He came down

The face is the signature of the body. It is the focal point of recognition for a person. Jesus Christ is the face of God. And you have seen Him. If you have seen Him, you have seen the Father. We also are the Body of which He is the Head. How do people recognize us? They see Jesus.

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The eye is the lamp of the soul. Thinking that its hot in the house when you have just come from a walk of have vacuumed the floor. You wonder if the A/C is running. It is… but you think its hot in the house when in fact, you are hot.

We tend to view the problems of the world through our gifts.

Leibniz

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~ I was surprised to find an article on Autism at, of all places the Internet Encyclopedia of Philosophy. Apparently a number of philosophers have been implicated in it. Just the other day I was told that Kant and Aquinas might have been on the spectrum of Autism and so also Leibniz. While I don’t know much about all that, the comment about Leibniz reminded me of something that I wanted to pass on.

Apparently Leibniz strained to work very very hard. Indeed he strained. And when he worked he could tolerate no interruptions. No noise. No this. No that. No nothing! His concentration had to be 100% maximal. His flow of thought, uninterrupted. So?

So this meant that he did not even like breaking his concentration to go to the bathroom. So?

So this meant that he did not sit on an ordinary chair at his desk. Yes and so?

So the man sat not on a chair, but on a commode. What?

Yes. Thee I kid not, when I say this. He sat on a commode and did his work – without having to deal with the inconvenience of having to … groan … get up, take a walk to the lu, sit down again, and then take care of his #1s and #2s. Yes, what he needed to do, he did it right there amidst derivatives, integrals, monads and theodicies.

Shocked? Surprised?

I am not… I mean the man after all was a master of a posteriori reasoning. Really, when I consider his vast writing corpus, I marvel as his commodious output. So I am not surprised at all.

Indeed, I for one am glad that he sat on a commode and not on a stool. He certainly seems to have been more productive that way. Had Leibniz brooked interruptions to his flow … uhh… flow of thought that is… then we may not be reading his works such as Monadologie or De Arte Combinatoria.

Hu?

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~ “Hu I learned is the Chinese word for Heaven.”

 Who?
~ No. Hu not who? I’m talking about heaven.
Ha ha! Who not who? Good Heavens! Youre not making sense…
~ No! Hu not who! And Hu not ha! nor ha ha! Just one Hu.
Huh?
~ {groan} Here we go again… Youre slow today. Hu not huh! And theres only one Hu… one heaven.
I know there is only one Heaven… and who goes there? You.
~ I don’t know if Yu is going there. He’s an pretty bad guy.
Who is a bad guy? You?
~ No not me. Yu!
Me? Are you calling me a bad person?
No. Yu. Not you! Yu is not going to heaven.
I’m not huh? You know, this is starting to sound like a bunch of hooiey… I think I need to get going. Yoo hoo! Taxi.
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Well… been a while since I have done any writing here… and will say this as regards the above. It may not win the Pulitzer but I think that Groucho Marx would certainly like it.
GrouchoMarx

Dixie Cups – Iko Iko

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My grandma and your grandma were
Sit-tin’ by the fire. – My grandma told
Your grandma “I’m gonna set your flag on fire.”

Talk-in’ ’bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-n?. – Jock-a-mo fee na-n?

Look at my king all dressed in red
I-KO, I-KO, un-day. I betcha five dollars he’ll kill youdead
Jock-a-mo fee na-n?

Talk-in’ ’bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-n?. – Jock-a-mo fee na-n?

My flag boy and your flag boy were
Sit-tin’ by the fire. – My flag boy told
Your flag boy “I’m gonna set your flag on fire.”

Talk-in’ ’bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-n?. – Jock-a-mo fee na-n?

See that guy all dressed in green ?
I-KO, I-KO, un-day. He’s not a man
He’s a lov-in’ machine
Jock-a mo fee na-n?

Talk-in’ ’bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-n?. – Jock-a-mo fee na-n?

And who can say no to Zap Mama!

Jungle Book – I wanna be like youuuu…

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Now I’m the king of the swingers
Oh, the jungle VIP
I’ve reached the top and had to stop
And that’s what botherin’ me
I wanna be a man, mancub
And stroll right into town
And be just like the other men
I’m tired of monkeyin’ around!

Oh, oobee doo {oop de weep}
I wanna be like you {hop te doobie do wow}
I wanna walk like you
Talk like you, {choo} too {choo}
Choo hoohoo {weepie deepie doo boo}
You’ll see it’s true {shoobedee doo}
An ape like me {scoobie doobie doobie}
Can learn to be human too

( Gee, cousin Louie
You’re doin’ real good

Now here’s your part of the deal, cuz
Lay the secret on me of man’s red fire

But I don’t know how to make fire )

Now don’t try to kid me, mancub
I made a deal with you
What I desire is man’s red fire
To make my dream come true
Now give me the secret, mancub
Cmon clue me what to do
Give me the power of man’s red flower
So I can be like you

You!
I wanna be like you
I wanna talk like you
Walk like you, too
You’ll see it’s true
Someone like me
Can learn to be
Like someone like me
Can learn to be
Like someone like you
Can learn to be
Like someone like me!

 

~~~> The best part:

Baloo: HEY!
De-zop-ba-ronie
Hap-da-dee-ba-lat
Da-dat-dat-non
Hey, a-baby-dot-doo
Zaba-doo-doo-day-doo-bop
Doo-boo-doo-day, ze-bonz
Za-bop-bop-bobby

King Louie: Za-bah-doo-dee!
Baloo: Well, a-ree-bah-naza
King Louie: He-beh-do-beh-doy
Baloo: Well, a-lah-bah-zini
King Louie: Wadahlabat-boodalabat
Baloo: Seebahlalat-dodie
King Louie: Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Baloo: Well, a-ha ha ha ha
King Louie: Rrrrahr-rrrahr!
Baloo: Gettin’ mad, baby!
Monkey: Hall-owallo-a-la la
Baloo: Mahata alottado
Monkey: Hodolata-deetle-do
Baloo: Do-zootle-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot
King Louie Gingle do doot do do do doot
Baloo: Zeep-i-doo-da hab a daah

King Louie:
You hoo hoo! (Oop-dee-wee)
I wanna be like you-u-u! (Hop-dee-doo-bee-do-bow)
All:
I wanna walk like you! (Cheep)
Talk like you (Cheep)
To-o-oo! (Wee-bee-dee-bee-dee-boo)
all:
You’ll see it’s tru-u-ue! (Shoo-be-dee-doo)
Someone like me-e-e (Scooby-doo-bee-doo-bee)

Eena Meena Deeka, De Dai Damanika …

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Maka Naka Rum Pum Po!

 

Eena meena deeka,
De dai damanika
Maaka naaka naaka,
Chikaa piikaa riikaa
Eena meena deeka deeka de dai damanika
Maaka naaka maaka naaka chikaa piikaa rolaa riikaa
Rum pum poshh,
Rum pum poshh

C Ramachandra, the prolific film music director (a misnomer for composer) was entrusted with the score for the film Asha in 1956. One of the songs called for a fun and spice melody designed to tease the senses. Immersed in creative thought in his music room, he was distracted by his kids playing outside. Distraction turned to interest as he heard his kids chant Eenie-Meenie-Miny-Moe.

~ From The story of ‘Eena Meena Deeka’ DNAindia.com

In the air… Three Prophets

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Sometimes when your head is sooo filled with air and is flying high …. h-i-i-i-gh up in the clouds, you think of some funny stuff or it seems to you to be funny and later on when you have landed… ehhh… I will jot it down anyway… wrote this while up on a plane in US Airways…

Time: Waaaay back then… Old Testament times
Location: the City Gate:
Who: A bunch of prophets who were contemporaries of each other meet: Isaiah, Micah and Hosea
What: After a long day of prophesying. They decide to get together for a cup of Joe (= coffee) and just unwind.

Isaiah: Hey.. Old Buddy – Hosea – How are you? How did it go today?
Hosea : [Sighs] Oh… Not too good – these people – they are so ^%*#^& hard-hearted you know?
[Micah enters scene and hears Hosea]
Micah: Tell me about it. I’ve even howled like a jackal and moaned like an owl and yet my “OWOOOOOOS!” have fallen on nothing but deaf ears. [pause] Must have been ok for you aaay – Isaiah? You work in the King’s Court.
Isaiah: No. Not quite. I may be in the Court and the folks there are a trifle more educated than the common man, but really… they are no less hard-hearted than anyone else. The court have been just as rough. No one there is listening.
[Brief silence]

Micah: Y’know what – lets skip the Joe. I think I need a brandy. Day like this – thats what I need. Lets go to that fancy new pub in town, Hebrew Brew.
Isaiah: Yeah. Lets do it. Is there a dress code by the way?
Hosea: Sounds good,but say… Isss…  – Can you spot me a few shekels? I’ve been kinda low. You know my wife…

Lazarus

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Sunday, November 26, 2006

Lazarus !

I’m thinking of the Lazarus incident in the Gospel …

What if the stone had not been removed. the story could have been like this:

John 11:
43 “When he had said this, Jesus called in a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out !”
44 and “BUMP ! BUMP !!!” Lazarus replied “OK, Lord, but which way ???”

Theofunnies: The Adventures of Mo and Zippy (1)

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One fine day in the blazing hot desert, Mo decided to take his father-in-law, Jethro’s sheep out for a long walk. He went out to the far end of the desert out near Mount Horeb. While there looking for water, Mo encountered a strange and spectacular sight. He saw a burning bush! And not only was this bush, burning and yet not burning up, it also could speak for it spoke to him saying,

Burning Bush  : Hey Mo! How you doin?
Mo          : Whats this? A burning bush that can speak? What can this be?
Burning Bush  : Relax Mo. Its just me, Yahweh, the God of your ancestors.
Mo          : Wow! Yahweh? God? Is that really you? Where have you been all these years?
God        : What do mean ‘Where have I been all these years?’ Isn’t it more like, where have YOU been? Oh Please. Anyway, I take it you’ve been well Mo?
Mo          : I guess I’ve been ok. Yeah. Not too bad. Its been a really rough summer. Unusually hot you know. Not like last year. All in all though, no complaints.
God        : Good. Oh and hey, how is that wife of yours – Zipporah – doing? How is she?
Mo          : Zippy? She’s doing ok also. However the weather has gotten her down a bit. As I said, its been unusually hot this summer and Zippy – she’s been struggling with it. Hey. Can I ask you a favor?
God        : Sure. What is it?
Mo          : Can you turn it down a bit? The heat’s been a bit too much for me also.
[Silent Pause]
God        : Ok. How’s that?
Mo          : Yes. That’s much better. [Mo pauses for a second] Hmmm. Well?
God        : Ok. Now?
Mo          : Aaaah… Yesss. That’s perfect. Boy, you sure read my mind!
God        : Well… Actually Mo… Uh nevermind.

Da Jesus Book!

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“Jesus Christ, he fo everybody. He not jus fo da peopo dat talk English.”

As you know everytime missionaries have gone to other lands, they have found it necessary to translate the Bible into a different language. I think the most awesome version is in Hawaiian Creole or in Pidgin English.

Here is an excerpt of the Lord’s Prayer from Matthew 6:9-13

“God, you our Fadda.
You stay inside da sky.
We like all da peopo know fo shua how you stay,
An dat you stay good an spesho,
An we like dem give you plenny respeck.
We like you come King fo everybody now.
We like everybody make jalike you like,
Ova hea inside da world,
Jalike da angel guys up inside da sky make jalike you like.
Give us da food we need fo today an every day.
Hemmo our shame, an let us go
Fo all da kine bad stuff we do to you,
Jalike us guys let da odda guys go awready,
And we no stay huhu wit dem
Fo all da kine bad stuff dey do to us.
No let us get chance fo do bad kine stuff,
But take us outa dea, so da Bad Guy no can hurt us.
Cuz you our King.
You get da real power,
An you stay awesome foeva.
Dass it!”


http://gohawaii.about.com/od/language/fr/Da-Jesus-Book.htm

“God wen get so plenny love an aloha fo da peopo inside da world, dat he wen send me, his one an ony Boy, so dat everybody dat trus me no get cut off from God, but get da real kine life dat stay to da max foeva.”
(John 3:16)

Digitus Infamous

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I found the following review in Books & Culture and that got my head going … I will eventually have to take a look at the book.

http://www.booksandculture.com/articles/webexclusives/2010/october/winner101310.html

Anyway… here are some pre-reflections on what the book may have to say…
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You learn something new everyday… Did you know that giving someone the finger is a mode of communication that has been around since the Graeco-Roman times???

Mais Oui. Yes, and Howsabouthat?

Fingers are marvelous things – you can slap with them, say “no no no” with them, poke someones eye out with them, eat with them … these implements are after all the East Indian’s 2 forks and 10 chopsticks.

Consider…

Just one simple finger – the digitus secundus, our forefinger, is enough for one to pick the nose with – as children so ably demonstrate. Just one single finger – the baby finger – aka digitus pinkus – is enough for one to clean the ear out with.

What marvel???

However these are just some of the pragmatic uses of the one single finger. Utilitarian considerations also abound. For example, one can point to even richer uses of the fingers, when one considers their collective activity together. Take for example the fact that without the fingers held up high, one cannot even properly say “Boo!” to someone. And if not a “Boo”, then how much more difficult is it to say “Boo hoo hoo”. This mutterance ( = to mutter an utterance) is of limited value if it is made, apart from the accompaniment of the fingers being taken up to the eyes in a curled up fashion and then being brought to bear on them in a uniform circular motion.

The Power of the Finger…

Politically speaking, wars are declared with the fingers, when for example, the fingers are curled and the hand closed, thus producing a ball like formation known as the fist. Then two fingers, the thumb and the secundus are extended and the words, “Bang! Bang! Bang!” uttered in sequence. On the other hand, peace is declared when once again the hands are closed, the fist made and the digitus and the infamous are extended and the entire hand then proffered to the Other along with the words “Yo. Peace!” If the Other accepts and concord is established, then outstretched hands and fingers meet, resulting in what is known as a handshake. Peace has been duly established.

blah blah blah..

~ B. B. Becomings aka Anand Anandananda.

My Metronomy/Olugbenga review

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I posted a brief review of the music of a band, Metronomy and also some mixes by Olugbenga Adelakan who is in that band … here:

http://www.underdarock.com/blog/2010/04/16/who-is-olugbenga-adelekan/

They are really good. Altho I am not listening to the music right now, it is still in my head.

Yes. This is different … pleasurably different.

A lot of electronica is like popping pills. Its short, quick, somewhat discrete, ephemeral … and I suppose it is meant to be, bec. the moment you pop it – down it goes and it gets digested by the acids of our stomach and is gone. Thats not to say that thats bad. Everything has its purpose. {You can’t dance to everything. No?}

Metronomy is different. You can’t just simply pop their music. It’s too big for that. You do however ingest it in multifarious ways and up it goes – not down. Up to your head and stays there for a good bit before going out.

Listening to Metronomy’s music is like going on a twisty turny journey up some hilly road. As you go somewhat fast around the curves and bends, you feel the pressure as your body is pushed hard against the person sitting next or against the sides of your car as you go from turn to turn.

And then there are many spots on this journey, where you just need to stop, get out, sort of look around, but really contemplate, take in a thought or two and then get going once again. It is very thoughtful.

How to eat an apple… (A writing exercise)

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The Buddhist have this idea of mindfullness. That is, we are to mindful of everything we do, every waking moment. I don’t quite understand it, and it seems to be impossible, but anyways…my friend was talking about how when he eats his apple, he is not thinking about eating one part of it vs. another. I guess he is not mindful… or is he… I just ate an apple, and it occurred to me that I was quite the bit mindful of how I ate my apple.

I tended to start off by taking my bites from near the top, near the stem. It seemed to me that the curvature of the apple here was best suited for the biting, as opposed to some other part. It was here, it seemed that my central and lateral incisors would be able to snap off the best chunk of the apple. And indeed it would make the noise of a snap and a crack, as it snapped off into my mouths. Next, subsequent to the snap, I would let my molars loose on that chunky bit, crushing it and squeezing out its juices into my mouth, and sliding then the crushed apple dollop down my throat.

Being mindful of what I was doing, I continued to work my way around the top of the apple and at times the middle of it, sculpting the core with my teeth. I realized that my bites were intentional. Each bite was calculated to maximize the crunchiest noise possible and bring about a snap. Each bite was calculated to break off the largest piece possible with a good sized crack!

yada yada yada…. It seemed to me that even in apple eating, we are mindful of how we eat. We are concerned with where we place our teeth and how we break of a piece of the apple. There is even something aesthetically pleasing about the way the piece snaps off and gets crunched in our mouths. There is even mindful decision making as to where we will place our bites and what we will bite off… avoiding the brownish bruised areas. We choose our bites on account of our desires.

Samsara and the City (Take 2 – rework)

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(1)
Samsara is not just simply a jaunt from one life to the next.
Its not just simply about
   the lives that we have lived,
    the lives that we will live.
       Lives that we will live through and
die out of.

No, samsara is also about the life that we are in right now.
It is also about the today and
about what goes on in our todays,
moment by moment

It is not simply just about Moksha, Mukti, and Nirvana – Liberation
once this cycle or the next is complete.
It is also about Nirvana, Mukti, and Moksha
in and during this life,
from nonage to dotage.

(2)
So I went to a Deshi party at this most happening bar
somenowheres in the Big Apple.
It was called Maya’s and was up on 35th and 6th.
It was a rooftop party atop of a 22 story building.

(4)
I saw some people that I had not seen in quite a whiles,
and many others whom I had never met before.
Everyone was stuck in a samsara whether
they realized it or not.

Some cycled through boyfriends and girlfriends.
From one to the next.

Some cycled through their drinks,
from vodka to whisky, to just plain old stella’s for not so plain old nine dolla’s.

Some cycled through jobs, and
were yet still looking to cycle to another.

Some cycled from person to person,
conversation to conversation,
routine to routine,
act to act.

A few even died and left us,
only to be reborn at another party
for the night was still young.

No one experienced Liberation,
save one very hungry Brahmin who found it in a hamburger.

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Hmmmm…. Moksha, Mukti and Mocha???

Sounds

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I am
Zam Zam

I go
Zoom Zoom
and even sometimes Boom Boom
along with a dhol / add to the dhol a boom boom
dhoom dhoom

Zam Zam
Zoom Zoom
Bam Bam
Boom Boom

Boom Shaka
Boom Boom

Boom shaka laka laka
Boom boom

I am
Zam Zam
If you don’t like me
I’ll go varoom varoom

Yam and Jam Maam
I yam I yam …

I luv sounds. I don’t like words … unless of course you consider things like Zam and Zoom to be words.
Hey … little kids will connect, even if adults wont.

Some sounds sound so the same to me that…

You give me one big huge word – BHW1 with 20 syllables and another big huge word – BHW2 with 34 syllables, and if syllable #17 of BHW1 and syllable #6 of BHW2 sound the same or similar, I will catch it. Or at least I’ve been able to do this in the past.

“ekka lekka hi mekka heiny ho mekka lekka hi mekka jamby ho” – Pee Wee Herman

“wrecka lecka mecca mic” ~ Run DMC

“two years ago, a friend of mine
asked me to say some MC rhymes
so I said this rhyme I’m about to say
the rhyme was meeca, and it went this way
wrecka lecka mecca mic … ”
~
“Down With The King” ~ Run DMC
(Look it up on Youtube)

Bruddas an Sistahs …
praypare
making hearts go zoom zoom zoom…
Namaste and Bon Appetit

Ruach Elohim (Spirit of God) – Take 1 – so far a mess

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Ruach Elohim
Spirit of God
Brooding over the waters
Brood over us Holy Spirit
Brood over our lives
We are tohu wa bohu
formless and void
Darkness is over the surface of our deep

Ruach Elohim
Hover over us Spirit of God
Regenerate us!
Take us from darkness into light
Be breathed upon us and into us
Blow over us Spirit of God
Our lives are chaos … ack!
Blow through our lives
Take us from chaos to order

From Scrapes to Scraps

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I do not know who I am. I do not know what I am. I do not know where I am.

I do not quite know who I am…
yet, when I take to the pen,
then with the ink of my becoming,
I write out my being.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don’t like the rest, yet its still an exercise of thought.

I do not know what I am …
yet when my pen hits the paper,
I go from what to who
From being to becoming.

I do not know where I am,
yet I make my way
across the Void,
darting across the stepping stones
of being and becoming

More metaphors we live by
I’m feeling light headed
and heavy hearted.
Youre thick headed… thats what you are.
This is dense…

Apart from me you can do nothing…

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Yes. Nothing.

Apart from God, we are blind, deaf, dumb, mute, senseless, and on top of it all … confused.

We are also without arms, without legs …

Then there is prayer.

Prayer is sight.
It is when we close our eyes, that we can see.

Prayer is ears.
Though we are deaf to the world, when we are in silence, we hear the Creator of the Universe

Prayer is hands.
When we clasp our hands and close our eyes,
        we move mountains.
        we are without arms, but in prayer we move the Himalayas and the Andes.
Indeed, we spin this globe on its axis.

Prayer is legs.
Though we become motionless before God,
        we travel to India, China, Ireland, and back in a split second.

Scrapes

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I am spinning the galaxies with a pen
exploring the cosmos on a piece of paper
whirling my pen,
creating black holes and ??? smearing dust clouds

Playing with whirlagiggi’s and thingamagiggi’s.

A galaxy spins inside of me… shooting out all things, large and small…

Small… the Particle Zoo…

boring borons,
happening hadrons,
leaping leptons – cunning rascals – slipping through from one end of space to another
bouncing bosons… they are heavy, so they need to bounce to shake of their weight.
Pi Mesons…

Large …
the Dwarf Stars,
Singing Nebulas, Crab Nebulas singing Cantata’s

With black on white, creating color.

All hail Immanuel,
God With Us
[the] fullness of Diety
treading the soil of humanity

Aurora Borealis Uber Alles
Calahari Calamari…

little man or big guy

The Mediator…
where dust and divinity meet

So there is Missio Dei … and there is missio Rajjie, missio Bobby, missio Ruthie, missio Jeremy … The mission of God in my life.
I tend to forget, that its about God getting me somewhere. Not simply, me trying to get myself somewhere.

Missio Desi(?)

Its like sitting in front of a boat, and rowing rowing rowing, and then hitting something, and the oars break… and then throwing a tantrum, and then noticing that the boat is still moving… and then turning around and seeing a big large guy rowing, and he’s wearing a t-shirt and on it it says, Dei.

Possible fbk status’es related to cooking

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Meataphors we live by …

Rajjilicious is a …

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ breakfast

… is toast

… is a flake

… is corny

… a granola

… is bananas

… a fruitcake

… fed up

~~~~~~~ lunch

… is a bonehead

… is a meathead

… is a muttonhead

… is a fathead

~~~~~~~ dinner

… is full of baloney

I’ve missed something. I sense it. … and I guess we do not have very many food (!) metaphors to describe ourselves that are flattering.

~~~~~~~ ALL DAY

… is getting baked

The last one and the first one are not serious of course… I am just noting them.

~ Hajji Baba

A root toot toot…

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I want to write… not quite for school… but I want to write a plant, a tree, from root to fruit – a leaf, a bud – and some shoots. And you … Dear Tree, what of your roots? Pls keep your roots. – Ab ke jo saavan aega.

I’ve got a galaxy swirling within me…

I don’t quite know whats going on. I left the work world to study theology… but all this stuff is happening within me. Leptons, gluons, muons are flying out of me.

Crab cantata
Crab nebula…
Orion nebula
cartwheel galaxy
sunflower galaxy
pinwheel galaxies

School starts again soon … oieey…. 1 more year … the summer was too short…

I think I’ll continue studying theo-
lo-
gy
But take a break and reconsider pursuing a P h –
D
And take a stab at writing instead …

Confetti

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How Poetry Arrived … It was like confetti blowing in the air… out in Cambridge, MA, and on it were written words and phrases and fragments. So I started to grab a hold of some of them, and started looking at them.

Here is some more confetti blowing in the air.

CCan I purchase the Universe for a dollar? Or for a penny?
Can I trade it for a piece of aluminum called the paisa?
In my hands I hold a miracle … a miracle that I purchased for a dollar at a corner-store in the streets of Secunderabad.
I stole away to my hotel room, and opened up my hands, and …
out flowed the meadow flowers and the dripping lilies
out flew the cooing doves
out fell the shaken bamboo leaves
out grew the blossoming kadam trees, and
out poured the Ganges and the Godavari.
In my hands I hold a miracle … a miracle that I purchased for a dollar at a corner-store in the streets of Secunderabad.

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The Universe I have heard has been likened to a spinning top… or so I think that I have heard.

The Universe is a top that spins, not on the ground, but on a invisible and infinitesimal point.

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* Note – I am here talking about Rabindranath Tagore’s book Lover’s Gift. I bought it for $50 rupees which is roughly a dollar.

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“I’ve got a whirlagiggi in my head”

“A whirl a what?”

“A whirlagiggi … a swirlagiggi … in my head”

“Huh?”

“Its sortof like this thing … a thingamagiggi.”

“Double huh?”

“a whirl a giggi”
“a giggle a giggy”
“a swirl, a whirl,
a whirl a whorl … and
add to that a twirl”
and
“wiggle some jiggy”
“swig some giggy”

“get back to a whirlagiggi”

Theological words that are high falootin : theo-falootin.
Philosophical words that are high falootin: philo-falootin.
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We have all heard of education. And I saw somewhere edumacation. What of eduvacation?

Here is what the Urban Dictionary says:
Eduvacation: definition – When one is on hiatus from the world of academia but intends on returning at some point in the future.

Ah… yes… 1 more year here, and after that I want to somersault out of here and into the world.

Holy delicious cow!

Barbarian Habits (or perhaps ode to a barbarian)

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Greetings Ladies and Barbarians,

Previously I had mentioned something about men in general being barbarians… and married men, in particular being domesticated barbarians… I was not quite sure how the idea got into my head, but it did. Here I would like to elaborate on this a bit more… Soooo? Here goes…

The Ways of the Barbarian …

Men are uncouth barbarians. They grunt, snort, sneer, and shamelessly make many other more embarrassing bodily noises. They all carry swords without exception – big ones and small ones, long swords and daggers. Their main activity and boast consists of conquest. Conquest is that of land. And when land has been conquered. they then boast of their exploits by conquering gulps of beer.

Clothing does not matter much to the barbarian. Any old rag will do, so long as it covers the privates. And of course this old rag can be worn several days at a time without washing. Clothing for barbarians is not a particularly complicated matter. Every morning, when a decision has to be made as to what to wear, the barbarian administers “the sniff test”. He sniffs whatever he sees lying around, and … sniff sniff … if it smells fine to him, its wearable. Really convenience is their clothing.

Barbarians only can make monosyllabic noises… any polysyllabic sounds would be too much of a brain strain. {Moreover, this is all that can escape their thick-necks ?} Not to worry however, because these monosyllabic grunts serve them quite well in sports. “Grrrr” … “Raaarrrrh” …”Woooo” (Note – In tennis, there are a few barbarianettes (lady barbarians) who also utter such monosyllabic grunts “Aaahk!”, while swinging their weapons, but I digress.). This – this monosyllabia – is also the reason why dogs are a barbarians best friend.

Anyway here are some helps that you may utilize, so as to facilitate your communication with barbarians.

“duhh” – most common universal expression, conveying their most common state of being.
or
“uuhh” – indicates understanding.
“ehh?” – most common universal expression for a question
“ohhh” – stands for several things including understanding
“aaah” – pain or pleasure depending on the intonation

And of course, added to this are all the usual grunts, snarls, growls … which are somewhere between the half-syllabic and monosyllabic and such.

Vacuities & Fatuities
What barbarians do in their free time… nothing. They sit in vacuity and ponder fatuities.

What barbarians do when they have responsibilities and work to attend to? Nothing.

Barbarians have many enemies. Not only is war a constant in their lives, but they also live in a war zones. The filth, squalor and foul odors of such habitats do not bother them and they in fact contribute to them. It is in fact an attestation to the strength of their character, that they can make such their habitations.

It also needs to be noted that while Barbarians have many enemies, their greatest enemy is silence. This great enemy of theirs even more to feared than death itself. While a barbarian may display great bravado and valor (and machismo, might I add) in death defying feats, they fear silence more than death itself. The entirety of their lives are spent as fugitives of silence. (For in running from silence, they run from themselves).

{fierce enemy/dragon}

{For silence makes a man confront the vacuities and fatuities of his own existence. They do not live in peace and quiet, nor do they know its meaning. When silence encroaches, they let out a loud roar like a lion and …???}

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BTW, here is Samson’s (a Barbarian) riddle … good luck on trying to answer it:

He replied,
“Out of the eater, something to eat;
out of the strong, something sweet.”
For three days they could not give the answer.
~ Judges 14:14

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“junkifying the Universe.”

Update: I have found the following book, Amateur Barbarians by Robert Cohen

Misc… junk to work on later… recording

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Ode to Ruth
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Rooth Rooth
with the missing tooth…
hanging with Bob Kebab
shishing some doobab
saying kapish kapish
to Rajish Rajish…

And Bob bob bobbled
He
gob gob gobbled
some gobbledygook
in fishbone soup
and hob hob hobbled
as he danced with
Rooth Rooth
with the missing tooth
who boled a joot
and
lob lob lobbed
a shish kebab
to Bob Gob
Gobble-it-up
Martyn

~~~~ Yes. It is true as Bob “the bloviator” Martyn says … “Raj, the splendor of your poetry knows no bounds.”

use, used: “thou tickest me off with thy remark!”

More insanity …

Only two basic genres in music… testosterone music and estrogen music…
Need a testosterone boost? Listen to Judas Priest, Dead Kennedy’s, Iron Maiden, … feel like a mayinnn!

Metallica – just think of it – theirs was the theme song to the movie Gladiator. They don’t sing lyrics like “Girl, you know I love youuuueooo …”
Aerosmith… have become more and more estrogenated over the years…

Sillyness… lol!

This morning… sleep was just so juicy – a juicy little turnip – that I didn’t want to get up. I just wanted to sleep with sleep.

Shi Shi Fu Fu I luv yu… draft … someday this junk will become something maybe …

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Greetings Ladies and Barbarians,

Somewhere I’ve seen this thing about men being barbarians… and married men, domesticated barbarians… I had to have seen it somewhere. How did it get into my head otherwise? I can’t find the usage anywhere thru google tho.

When Bob was a Baby
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Bob now
Shi shi fu fu,
walkin a little shitzu,
lookin like Fu Manchu – Fu Man Chu whoo?”

But he back then
ridin a little choo choo
drivin Mamma cuu koo
doin a lil pee pee
an a lil poo poo
number one and
    number two too

He … Bob-ee
sittin on a potty seat (???)
sayin cock a doodle
         doo doo
clappin an a singin woo hoo
ga ga goo goo

Bobbie fall
n get a lil boo boo
and go cryin boo hoo
          hoo hoo”
Mamma say yoo hoo
Wha happan ta mah lil Fu Manchu Hoo?
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blowin a lil hachoo (?)

*Shi shi fu fu is a term often used in the Big Apple, Manhattan in particular. It used to refer to those old ladies wearing fur coats, a good amount of make up, pointing their hoity toity noses high up in the air, and taking their cute little dogs out for a walk on Park Ave… but now really it refers to
all women, young and old
who look uppity and deboniar,
still sticking their noses up in the air,
Mizz. fashionistas extraordinaires
wearing Jean Paul otherwear
and saying
I just don’t care
about you over thair.

Men, they’re never shi shi fu fu. Men are all barbarians.

Oh… and one other thing about Shi Shi Fu Fu… you need to learn to tolerate these folks. Why? Well … because they certainly are tolerating you. Oh. How virtuous!

Other… Words
Punks and Punkettes and Parakeets

British words: row, argy bargy (love this word!), and a tiff – all with similar meanings.