tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58140642011-04-21T21:59:31.584-04:00Gato Felix Infelix RegattaPompous old cat sailing in a leaking tub on a stormy sea, sails frittered away in the Roaring Forties, without a paddle in the Doldrums, bailing out, bailing out, where is the landfall?nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.comBlogger1021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1088265991918893772004-06-26T11:23:00.000-04:002004-06-26T12:12:09.203-04:00Well, it was Top Hat, and Burmese take-out, and both the children, Lydia and Pete, were there. Lydia has just graduated Middle School, and she was fixing a photo album of photos of herself and her four best friends. At least three of them have been friends with her since kindergarten, and none of them are going to the same High School next year, so it is a landmark event for her.
Larry had nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1088187739949698082004-06-25T14:07:00.000-04:002004-06-25T14:22:19.950-04:00It's time to lighten up. I went blogsurfing. I figured I was in the water anyway, there was no point even trying to stay dry.
I am one of Ihath's retarded aging students, who peer at the instructions and don't quite get it. So I am still unable to link inside the text. Yes, I know, there are clear instructions somewhere. Let me put it this way, they can never be too clear in my case.
I'm the nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1087827074755456892004-06-21T09:57:00.000-04:002004-06-21T10:11:14.756-04:00I woke up this morning feeling as if I could cry, and my first thought for the day was that maybe I should, it would remove some of the toxins flooding my body and I would just go and wash my face off with cool water from time to time, with that lovely lavender soap that smells of the hills outside Grasse.
The second thought was concerning what I would like to do today, but it was bait and nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1086789717650181052004-06-09T09:34:00.000-04:002004-06-09T10:01:57.650-04:00What's to be said?
Daily life is diminishing somewhat. The leg is becoming more painful, maximal dosage of Ibuprofen is no longer enough. It is hard to get both legs into the tub to take a shower, it is hard to get both legs into my jeans, it is hard to take the fresh cup of coffee back to bed without spilling any.
The focus of my daily life is mainly doing my best to make other people nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1086622010428683202004-06-07T10:09:00.000-04:002004-06-07T11:38:22.526-04:00Ah! Yesterday I had the best brunch of my life. A treat from my old boss Joe, from ten years ago, and his wife, Rachel. They took me out to the Water Club on the East River and I ate so well I was sure I would never, ever be able to eat another morsel. I would never, ever be hungry again.
I watched the BBC coverage of all the Normandy ceremonies. It was a masterpiece of preparation and executionnobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1086558051832464072004-06-06T17:35:00.000-04:002004-06-06T17:40:51.833-04:00After reading and listening to a whole lot of speeches commemorating the 60th anniversary of the Normandy landings, I feel like saying the best of the lot was Jacques Chirac's speech:
"We hold up the example of Franco-German reconciliation to show the world that hatred has no future, that a path to peace is always possible.
To you, legendary heroes of that blood-red dawn of June 6, 1944.
To nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1086537732016274712004-06-06T11:04:00.000-04:002004-06-06T12:06:23.466-04:00Today the world commemorates the Normandy landings, sixty years ago.
Some twenty plus years ago, I was cycletouring with my American boyfriend around Brittany and Normandy.
He had been in the American army for three years during the Vietnam war--but he was not a Vietnam veteran because he was posted during that time along the DMZ in North Korea. He learnt some Korean, he learnt to drive a largenobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1086453416230116012004-06-05T10:14:00.001-04:002004-06-05T12:59:27.956-04:00It's all mixed up, but it's all connected, somehow.
It's fifteen years since Tiananmen Square.
The year before, I was in charge of a Chinese exchange student who was sponsored by the law firm I worked for. It was organized by Columbia Law School, six months of exposure to the U.S. legal system, plus six months as a trainee in a New York law firm.
Peter said "Let's take the girl, she must be nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1086453275293366932004-06-05T10:14:00.000-04:002004-06-05T12:50:37.666-04:00nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1086282602847158562004-06-03T12:23:00.000-04:002004-06-03T13:23:13.813-04:00Yesterday was a very physical day. I had an early morning appointment at the Urologist, and I was out very early so as to take advantage of the glorious weather (there had been a big thunderstorm during the night) by walking through Central Park. Such a joyful feeling, all the trees and bushes and flowers freshly washed and vitally alive, and the birds fluttering about and calling out to each nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1085933719868404672004-05-30T11:06:00.000-04:002004-05-30T12:19:25.920-04:00I was in a strange mood, last night.
A friend emailed me, saying she hoped we might meet for coffee sometime. I emailed back a suggestion we could take advantage of her regular shopping trips to my neighborhood, where I know she stocks up on organic staples. Then, she emailed me to say, great idea, but I'm going to be too bizzy for the next month or so, is that OK? Well, yes, it is OK.
For a nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1085839565619248022004-05-29T09:48:00.000-04:002004-05-29T10:06:05.620-04:00Scattered pickings . . .
The little weeds in my window boxes are beginning to form a small apple-green hedge.
The email message I had sent an old friend asking for a medical referral has sprung comet tails and been forwarded, forwarded, it's Chinese whispers in spades, three people are now committed to dining together some evening soon. Does this have anything to do with me? I am giggling nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1085664629033628632004-05-27T08:39:00.000-04:002004-05-27T09:30:29.033-04:00The vicissitudes of gold. . .
The gold standard was abandoned some years ago by everyone. Still, gold counted as something and the price of gold would be set in London twice a day by the Rothschild Bank. This practice was terminated only just a short while ago--Not worth the bother any more? Maybe. Maybe just a case of other fish to fry.
Now we have a situation, as a result of the moneys nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1085491272373642072004-05-25T09:11:00.000-04:002004-05-25T09:21:12.373-04:00Mighty Mouse did a lot of laundry yesterday, folding sheets and such, and was in bed exhausted by 8 p.m. There's more of the same planned for today.
In the middle of the day, I went for a small leg-stretching around the block. The sun was boiling hot on my face, the breeze cool. Very comfortable. One of the restaurants on Ninth Avenue has decorated its terrace with three fuschia colored nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1085406187034115982004-05-24T09:11:00.000-04:002004-05-24T09:46:35.096-04:00In the U.K., a top secret Foreign Office document has been leaked to the London Sunday Times. It says:
"The security situation in Iraq is difficult."
We can all stand at ease now: finally, the whole awful truth has been revealed.
I heard this morning that the cocoa bean harvest from Ivory Coast was the bumper crop of all times, in spite of the civil war, which means the world price for cocoa nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1085323106244474402004-05-23T09:34:00.000-04:002004-05-23T10:39:44.660-04:00The other day, I was on a cancer site which listed the progression of patient reactions to the news of their cancer diagnosis and prognosis. It was interesting to me inasmuch as it clearly set me down as "not normal".
The greatest change in my behavior is that I have "gone fickle". Example?
I've mentioned before about my conversations with my Evil Twin, the left-side of my brain, the one that nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1085237547458571982004-05-22T10:31:00.000-04:002004-05-22T10:52:27.456-04:00Hard to catch up and make sense, so much is happening, so fast. Maybe I can control it somewhat by sticking to a historic dateline.
My meeting with my Surgeon held few surprises. I was right in my diagnosis.
"Has anyone spoken to you yet?" he asked across his desk, my "Gone With the Wind" file open before him.
I told him about my new Urologist, and the happy news of the planned removal of my nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1085114125643648862004-05-21T00:34:00.000-04:002004-05-21T00:35:25.643-04:00This is just a test. My blog seems to have disappeared. Just checking in.nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1084456752306429842004-05-13T09:19:00.000-04:002004-05-13T10:05:33.273-04:00My blog may be the image of a tub sailing across a stormy sea but it actually is more like a spider's web, with a tiny money spider at its centre, as opposed to a great hairy tarentula that would freak out the arachnophobes who come across me, and this vast vibrating web is periodically slashed by someone with a stick, or a blowtorch, and when I take up my central positon once more, some part of nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1083988344402220512004-05-07T23:52:00.000-04:002004-05-07T23:55:38.530-04:00I was going to post my own post, but then I decided to switch and quote from Riverbend:
"I sometimes get emails asking me to propose solutions or make suggestions. Fine. Today's lesson: don't rape, don't torture, don't kill and get out while you can--while it still looks like you have a choice...Chaos? Civil war? Bloodshed? We'll take our chances--just take your Puppets, your tanks, your smart nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1083778510051902102004-05-05T13:35:00.000-04:002004-05-05T13:38:22.606-04:00Watching Alias with Janna Sunday night. Isabella Rosselini bounces in as a Colonel in full uniform of the new KGB (I forget what they call themselves now). Surprise, surprise! It's Aunt Katia! She barks out some orders in Russian and shoots two new KGBists dead in their tracks with a CIA gun that happens to be lying around.
"How good is her Russian?" I ask Janna.
"Terrible!" laughs Janna, "I nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1083260691569129172004-04-29T13:44:00.000-04:002004-04-29T13:47:57.403-04:00Yesterday, a beautiful day was had by all--I mean, I had a beautiful day.
Up at 5 a.m., I was at the Radiology center by 6:30, far too early for my 7:15 appointment, but it's sometimes difficult to plan it exactly. I was through and released to a normal life by 4:30 p.m. There was a time they sent me away for two and a half hours. It was a beautiful day, with not a cloud in the sky, but fairly nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1083102255761268652004-04-27T17:44:00.000-04:002004-04-27T17:49:04.763-04:00It's hard to blog when I am so distracted. I appear to be more of a consumer than a producer these days: when I have caught up with my reading, it is almost more than I can bear to switch myself around and write. First of all, because there is so much to say about the state of affairs around the world, and second, because my own life is hurtling along like a train without brakes.
The new nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1082553447054602812004-04-21T09:17:00.000-04:002004-04-21T09:21:21.326-04:00I've changed my links slightly: I noticed I was not reading some of them any more. I actually have some more changes to make, but I don't have the details ready at hand and this is not the time to fish around the little pieces of paper on my desk. I have to get ready for a renal scan, and my last food and drink intake must be made before 11 a.m. No kidding!
I have received a beautiful present nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1082390034795133522004-04-19T11:53:00.000-04:002004-04-19T11:56:51.170-04:00Page 23 sentence 5 Meme
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
"For to rid ourselves of an evil and to acquire a good are often merely opposite sides of one and the same operation; for example, a convalescent regains health in exactly the same proportion as he shakes nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1082387774527114132004-04-19T11:16:00.000-04:002004-04-19T11:24:45.186-04:00I'm thinking about cutting my hair. Whenever I cut my hair, it's a symbolic renewal of my efforts to change my life, to renew it.
I had breakfast in bed today. So far, I have managed not to call anyone, not to reach out for feedback. I have started cleaning, slowly, slowly. It's as if the mess were serving a protective function.
If I were to take a wild guess, it would be:
It prevents me from nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1081261683725202832004-04-06T10:28:00.000-04:002004-04-06T10:35:07.200-04:00I got me a moon bath on the bed last night -- beautiful big full moon! It made up, almost, for the nasty skies that denied us the vision of the sunset alignment of planets some days ago.
This has not been the best time of my life. I can hardly move my right leg at all, even getting dressed is a hassle. I have developed a trick of going right foot forward, and either dragging the left leg behind nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1080319025245778702004-03-26T11:37:00.000-05:002004-03-26T11:39:37.153-05:00I listened to the 9/11 Commission hearings all day Tuesday and Wednesday, plus watched the TV news with Janna in the evenings. I was all out of patience yesterday and took a complete break. I mean to say...
"Tell me, Mr. Secretary, would you say that bla, bla, bla,"
"No, I would have said it more elegantly!"
"Haw! Haw! Haw!" Manly guffaws from all present. This is our circus, we are all nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1079896747413133902004-03-21T14:19:00.000-05:002004-03-21T14:21:34.560-05:00I was crying when I woke up in the morning... Something about having to change Urologist, feeling vulnerable and let down. I know his decision to "fire me" as a patient is because he thinks it's in my best interest, but something in the back of my mind still thinks it's really in HIS best interest, because he is the one who walks away clean and clear, I am the only one who loses and agonizes.
Atnobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1079637856906150232004-03-18T14:24:00.000-05:002004-03-18T15:04:39.466-05:00I woke up with a start in the middle of the night: "Nam myoho renge kyo, nam myoho renge kyo, nam myoho renge kyo -- Purify my six sense organs!"
Yes. That's it.
Purify my eyes, in order to see clearly and have the courage to see what is there.
Purify my ears, in order to listen carefully and have the courage to hear what is being said.
Purify my nose, my sense of smell, in order to "smell nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1079112988304811012004-03-12T12:36:00.000-05:002004-03-12T14:17:49.606-05:00My appointment with my New Jersey Urologist was for 2:45 pm. on March 11, I took an early bus out because I wanted to pick out a piece of obsidian for my friend Grace-Ann, and I showed up at the office in plenty of time: "I'm early!" I beamed. Three jaws fell to their knees: "It's tomorrow!"
I don't wear a watch, I should start wearing a calendar, get the broad strokes right.
Thinking the 11th nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1078853225574724872004-03-09T12:27:00.000-05:002004-03-12T11:07:01.013-05:00I forgot, almost. If Peter were alive, it would be his birthday.
Happy birthday, Peter!
I still miss you.nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1078852435090651842004-03-09T12:13:00.000-05:002004-03-09T12:27:25.840-05:00I don't know why I woke up this morning all sentimental and mushy about the matter of parenthood.
It does not matter in my mind whether one is orphaned early or late. The moment when a human being loses a same-sex parent is the moment he or she loses the example, whether accepted or rejected, consciously or unconsciously, of what a man or a woman is, should or should not be, could or might be. nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1078756671423029922004-03-08T09:37:00.000-05:002004-03-08T09:48:28.903-05:00The roller coaster continues. I am not exactly a happy camper.
Let's count my blessings, in random order, this is not a competition:
Ihath -- In particular for her posts on the Happiness pills and "getting a wife".
Doug's Dynamic Drivel -- I tried to thank him directly, found what I thought was a comment link, typed in my euphoric comments and when I got to post, was told comments were turnednobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1078671172760518882004-03-06T19:31:00.000-05:002004-03-07T10:12:36.060-05:00Welcome back to my life!
Woke up feeling awful this morning. It was a long night. It had been an early night too, in bed before 8 p.m., instead of watching "Rush Hour 2" with Janna, or being with Larry and Carol and the children on the East side.
I have been unwell since Monday, when I was hit by a turn while doing some xeroxing at Kinko's. What happened? Well, my gut fell out is what happened.nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1077656500522437522004-02-24T16:01:00.000-05:002004-02-24T16:03:41.996-05:00This is the second time I am attempting to post this. It is really very annoying to lose a post all the time.
I've not been blogging at all, at all. I've been reading. Mostly "Earth medicine" by Kenneth Meadows. It's about the third or fourth time around. I'm seriously thinking of doing the exercises, they are so psychologically correct (my opinion, you don't have to agree, this is not knowledgenobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1075658736361522572004-02-01T13:05:00.000-05:002004-02-01T13:08:31.280-05:00Woke up, wide awake and wired, around 3 a.m. All alert and anxious, something terrible must have happened.
Sure enough. Death at the Hajj due to overcrowding. People are tired and dehydrated from traipsing back and forth from ceremony to ceremony. Just the noise must be exhausting. I hope the old guy is safe, that he may live out his natural lifespan and enjoy his achievement back home in his nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1075592649459542012004-01-31T18:44:00.000-05:002004-01-31T18:52:37.263-05:00It's been a while. I've noticed a small phenomenon happening, some of my links actually posting about what's on my mind--not saying what I would say, no, but saying what they have to say on the very subject which is on my mind. And yet these people have no way of knowing I even exist, let alone what's happening over here.
Today, it's about random thoughts again.
Before I start, open a nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1075053239123191862004-01-25T12:53:00.000-05:002004-01-25T12:55:29.653-05:00From his brimstone bed at break of day
A'walking the Devil is gone,
To look at his little snug farm of the World,
And see how his stock went on.
His coat was red and his breeches were blue
And there was a hole where his tail came through.
It's another day for flotsam and jetsam.
Too much watching of the State of the Union speech, the primaries, the debates, the night shows and their trite nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1074625687467427122004-01-20T14:08:00.000-05:002004-01-20T14:16:10.153-05:00Calloo, Callay, Oh! Joyous Day!
I'm back on the blog! Now I can post about:
"Le Nombrilisme", or "The Belly-Button Syndrome"
This is what blogging is all about, taking a good hard look at your belly button, checking it out for lint.
If what you are about is what your blog is about, it is vitally important to post regularly. You can't often find out how many people are reading your blog, and nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1074561766710398072004-01-19T20:22:00.000-05:002004-01-20T14:17:01.746-05:00Well, I guess I'm not the Grinch after all, I'm the Glitch!
I was tweaking my links, adding a few good new ones, and I noticed an extra "/" on one of the URLs that botched that particular connection. I swear that's all I did, remove the extra "/". I can't imagine how many keystrokes I would have had to master simultaneously to remove practically half the template without noticing a thing, I nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1074447052940024682004-01-18T12:30:00.000-05:002004-01-18T12:53:15.686-05:00It is a real pleasure to be able to get onto Blogger again and post normally. Thank you, Blogger! I hope this can continue.
I couldn't post at all yesterday, but I could cruise. I have added some new links. I had a really good time, reading the recent posts of my links.
Everyone gets Kudos for being out there, and no one more than Suzette, that indefatigable "search engine", who posts such nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1074433840707740482004-01-17T08:49:00.000-05:002004-01-18T10:51:05.530-05:00This is not being done on the very date it says: I was unable to sign on to blogger. I am cheating on the date, because I want to see if it works in a logical way. We''ll see.
Here goes:
Off to a slow start this morning. I finally cleared the answering machine. There were a few real messages among the junk, digital garbage, and I have been apologizing to the entire world for being incommunicadonobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1074288570336457212004-01-16T16:29:00.000-05:002004-01-16T16:31:18.590-05:00Raed (via Salam Pax) posted the following, concerning the dilemna of the U.S. staying in/leaving Iraq:
"There is an Arabic proverb saying: 'One hundred wise men are not enough to find the stone that the freak threw in the well'.
You threw the stone... you find it."
I don't really think for a moment anyone is trying to solve the problem. "It" has now grown a life of its own.nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1074275020074198572004-01-16T12:43:00.000-05:002004-01-16T12:45:01.293-05:00I have attempted to blog several times, things ain't normal. Therefore, the typist is done typing for today. I just can't stomach this repetitive, useless typing.nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1074270456053246982004-01-15T11:27:00.000-05:002004-01-16T12:40:37.700-05:00The mutual possession of the Ten Worlds is as difficult to believe as fire existing in a stone or flowers within a tree. Yet under the right conditions such phenomena actually occur and can be believed. To believe that Buddhahood exists within Humanity is the most difficult thing of all--as difficult as believing that fire exists in water or water in fire."
Today was the fourth anniversary of nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1071409405844416402003-12-14T08:43:00.000-05:002003-12-14T08:44:38.763-05:00Woke up in the middle of the night, with the French radio on. They said Saddam had been caught in Tikrit -- no confirmation yet.
This morning, it was official. I just watched it on the BBC, with full beard which he kept stroking as if it still surprised him.
DNA confirmation? Based on the bodies of the two boys? Well, you read what I thought about that one... I want a good photo of him, in goodnobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1071335148344434162003-12-13T12:14:00.000-05:002003-12-13T15:47:07.780-05:00I have been incubating this since my birthday last week. There was something so precious about it, so private too, that I was reluctant to brush off its delicate bloom by having a ready response.
The time of my birthday always coincides with a stock-taking period, not so much because it is my birthday and, therefore, a time of renewal, but because it happens to coincide with the darkening of thenobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1071252226073536252003-12-12T13:47:00.000-05:002003-12-12T13:49:13.030-05:00Back to nornal blogging, I hope.
Sunny today and I don't have to leave the house first thing after breakfast. What occurred to me as I was scraping the bottom of the empty Marmite jar was how full of illusions we all are about:
The Descent of Man
If you spend any time on the Web, either digging through the media, the forums, the blogs, and you take the trouble to read the comments made to somenobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1071188964020498382003-12-11T19:29:00.000-05:002003-12-11T19:30:10.623-05:00After a cuppa tea, I feel more mellow. It rained today, with winds that obliged me to walk with my umbrella furled, so I got wet. All the snow has been washed away, and I noticed outside 340 that all the annuals have gone, but the forsythia is already in full bud.
Go back! Go back! This is much too soon!nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1071188521324984212003-12-11T19:27:00.000-05:002003-12-11T19:27:29.840-05:00Well, that one worked. So, here we go again. Mood's not the same, though. Quite frazzled, in fact.
Let's give old Jacques Chirac's speech one more time. This is part of a speech he made on September 22, 2003 in New York to the United Nations Conference "Against Terrorism - For Humanity". I thought it was very good, and I was able to find the translation into English, while experimenting with nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1071187820703168192003-12-11T19:10:00.000-05:002003-12-11T19:16:30.216-05:00I've tried twice and twice lost the post. I'm just wanting to test this one more time.nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1070226820765577732003-12-11T12:40:00.000-05:002003-12-11T17:47:24.500-05:00Well, I just lost my post, so here goes again.
The breakfast-at-home before leaving the house is still working out. Today was mild with a good deal of rain and a wind so strong that I kept my umbrella furled. Naturally I got wet. Of course, I would have chosen to go to the flower district after Temple to get some fresh greens for my altar. They didn't have what I was looking for, everything is nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1071118844059963322003-12-09T12:00:00.000-05:002003-12-11T00:05:52.903-05:00I've started back on doing security at the Manhattan Temple in the morning, four times a week. It really feels good. I have breakfast, I walk there, I walk back, it's very joyful.
I went to Long Island City to see Kenna the nutritionist for the first of our monthly sessions. I feel good about that, too. She is a beautiful, generous soul, and I am most grateful to have met her. It's funny I did, nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1071117929000726592003-12-07T23:45:00.000-05:002003-12-10T23:48:52.700-05:00Today was the 20th Anniversary of Myosetsuji Temple in Flushing. What a wonderful celebration!
The weather really did a number on us. The group from Philadelphia were unable to come up, but quite a few members came down from Buffalo and Toronto.
Catherine sang two songs, one in German (Schubert, I think), the other in Italian (Mozart). The tears came streaming down my face, it was so beautiful.nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1071116116490984572003-12-06T23:15:00.000-05:002003-12-10T23:20:14.246-05:00I am posting this on the 10th, dated the 6th. Not correct, I know, I don't think I can catch up any other way. It would have just been one long blog, with a beginning, a middle and an end. This way, it will be just snippets, little stepping stones across a whirling white-water rapid.
Larry and Carol had invited me for "Friday night movies", last night. Larry didn't say anything about my nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1070213626423719812003-11-30T12:39:00.000-05:002003-12-04T12:41:10.873-05:00Sunday now, and Thanksgiving is well and truly over, the carolling has started in all the stores to encourage buying, and the trees have been put on sale on all the street corners, smelling of the Adirondacks and the forests between Ottawa and Turrunno, that I loved sooooo much on the bus trip that goes the northern route via Peterborough.
When I was first settled in America and was hating New nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1070136321988274682003-11-29T15:12:00.000-05:002003-11-29T15:12:56.450-05:00From the New York Times, Saturday, November 29
"Vision vs. Symbols and Politics at Ground Zero" by Herbert Muschamp.
The Statue of Liberty's iconic arm is echoed in Daniel Libeskind's tower
"Although it failed to produce a work of genius, the competition to design a memorial to the victims of 9/11 was well worth undertaking.
. . .
Much mirth was made in August, when it was announced that nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1070049800577301662003-11-28T15:06:00.000-05:002003-11-28T15:12:17.606-05:00From the New York Times, Friday, Nov. 28, p. A21:
"Iraqi General Dies In American Custody"
Baghdad, Iraq, Nov. 27 (AP)
"An Iraqi general has died while under American interrogation, the American military said Thursday.
Maj. Gen. Abed Hamed Mowhoush, an air defense general captured on Oct. 5 in a raid near the Syrian border, was being questioned Wednesday while in American custody in Qaim nearnobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1069977949639027272003-11-27T20:12:00.000-05:002003-11-27T20:29:23.590-05:00Well, after the hoopla about security in London during the Bush visit, I have to take my hat off to the President for spending some two and a half hours at Baghdad Airport to have Thanksgiving dinner with the troops. Probably for the first time ever he has my admiration.
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Attention to detail is what makes the difference, they say. Well, the detail I missed was the Thanksgiving Parade nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1069866237156154652003-11-26T12:03:00.000-05:002003-11-26T13:33:50.890-05:00I am writing this sitting at -- Starbucks! Where I haven't set foot for weeks now, and the young counter girl didn't answer "Good morning!" to my "Good morning!", but just gave me her bright smile and said: "Vente coffee?"
Yeah... I didn't even pull out the pad until I had my first delicious sip.
All the way here, my heart was singing, and I was wondering what I would rant about today. nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1069738446721964242003-11-24T23:07:00.000-05:002003-11-25T01:15:42.780-05:00I entered this post earlier tonight, before leaving to see Garrison Keillor and Calvin Trillin, and just as I posted it, blogger came down. So here I am retyping this, hoping it doesn't happen again.
While the world focused on the Michael Jackson affair all weekend, three events took place without so much as a whisper, which events are much more likely to have serious consequences for nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1069618903597513152003-11-23T17:33:00.000-05:002003-11-23T18:38:23.200-05:00I'm not being lazy, I'm just overwhelmed.
I am in one of my periodic change-overs, trying something different in an effort to improve the quality and balance in my life.
One: nutrition. For the first time in, let's see, eight years, I am cooking every meal I eat. This involves time, which I was able to use in a different way before, like walking around my neighborhood, going to Starbucks first nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1069441807630789152003-11-21T14:11:00.000-05:002003-11-21T14:49:48.780-05:00I'm so behind, I'm going to have to stick to one liners to catch up. That will be the day! So, here it is, higgledy-piggledy.
Monday 17th
The second anniversary of the death of Peter S. Everything I have in my life, just about, is thanks to him. I went to temple and offered toba memorial.
Jonestown Massacre 25th Anniversary
Just in case anybody needed to be reminded, or finally to come to nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1069084308399821942003-11-16T10:52:00.000-05:002003-11-17T10:55:31.390-05:00Today was the anniversary of my arrival in America. The actual day fell on a Sunday, and it does this year too.
I have several basic anniversaries concerning myself: the date of my birth, the date of my conversion to Buddhism, the date of my arrival in America.
Then, I have the anniversaries of the birth and death of my parents, and certain family members.
After Temple in Flushing, I went to nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1069082859607378312003-11-15T10:28:00.000-05:002003-11-17T10:41:42.670-05:00Today was Nichimoku Shonin's Celebration, and this is also the date of Children's Day in Japan.
I went to Temple in Manhattan and caught the sermon. The official celebration will take place in Flushing Temple tomorrow, Sunday being best for people to bring their children, and I shall go, but I thought to post a part of Rev. Nagasaka's sermon, which is further discussion on the matter of life andnobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1068768915392081842003-11-13T13:25:00.000-05:002003-11-14T01:40:00.826-05:00Very windy today. I went out to get some batteries and garlic (for some special delicious appetizer, Hehehe!). I almost got blown away.
Since I don't go to Starbucks in the morning, I don't get my "morning social" with strangers, any more. So, after Radio Shack, I went into Bundles, and Gap, and Jennifer Convertibles. "Just looking..." Hehehe!
Back to the little funky hotel in Paris.
Like I nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1068685776672677332003-11-12T20:25:00.000-05:002003-11-13T18:32:03.153-05:00It's supposed to be 60 degrees today, but I say, no way. It's absolutely freezing.
I spent a little time watching BBC Newsnight and Panorama, to catch up on the British point of view a little.
It was amazing to find out that there are less pubs in England today than there were at the time of the Norman Conquest (1066 A.D. for the non-Brits).
There's a lot of hoopla over whether the anti-war nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1068587260141401672003-11-11T16:53:00.000-05:002003-11-11T16:59:30.450-05:00The first frosts have come. The little cyclamen are doing very well, in fact, more of them are coming up.
Yesterday, I was in bed most of the day, except for a trip to Janna's bank to run an errand for her. I also cut my hair. It had been falling out by the handful, I was beginning to look seedy.
In the old days, whenever I wanted to cut my hair, I would always have a couple of beers first. It nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1068403541137077852003-11-09T13:51:00.000-05:002003-11-09T13:58:28.786-05:00No post yesterday. By the time I was ready to write, I was in pain, so I retired to lying on the bed with a magazine.
Janna invited me down to watch some science fiction film in the evening. She has given me a large bottle of water to try, water which has been infused with some power or emanations by a healer friend of hers who was recently visiting mutual friends in Boston from Old Europe.
I nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1068217562630339012003-11-07T10:48:00.000-05:002003-11-07T11:05:17.786-05:00Riverbend has announced a recipe blog and invites comments. I have been thinking since yesterday morning that I would retaliate with my own recipe blog. I'll be sure to let y'all know if I follow through.
Riverbend also gave us a new link for Malcolm Lagauche, for Lagauche is Right. The link works from her site, does not from mine. Frankly, I can't be bothered to figure out why a URL works from nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1068136812933380882003-11-06T11:40:00.000-05:002003-11-06T12:17:32.383-05:00I decided to write about fashion today. If you think I'm not qualified, because I wear Nehru goes skiing outfits, you may have a point, but it doesn't prevent me from being opinionated.
As a teenager, one of my favorite kinds of summer holidays with my father and brother was cycle-touring. My father liked them because 1) he used to do it as a kid, and 2) you didn't need to plan anything ahead, nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1068058354472787452003-11-05T14:02:00.000-05:002003-11-05T14:17:18.506-05:00Lots of dreams last night, very few details remain. Only that I went to the Ballet to see a wonderful dancer. My dreams were also peopled with numberless people, all of them faceless and nameless: they were always in the other room.
The news are not exactly cozy and fun today. So, they're going to be cloning our food, are they? Another reason to go vegetarian.
When I was a small child, and I nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1067963298762314842003-11-04T11:33:00.000-05:002003-11-04T11:33:20.676-05:00Out early this morning, with the intention of going to the bank to get some quarters to do the wash. I had forgotten it was Election Day and the bank would be closed. My Evil Twin saw her window of opportunity and suggested a trip to Lee's Studio, just a block away, to get some purple and green writing pens she likes. No, not red, that's for editing.
What is this about the Evil Twin? She orders nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1067890434716819862003-11-03T15:50:00.000-05:002003-11-03T16:32:57.910-05:00Yesterday was the New York Marathon. For days, the City had been filling with strangers in their designer jog gear and you could hear even more foreign languages than usual. It gives the city a festive air which mere tourists never do. There is a difference in attitude, when one has come to a place with a purpose, it springs from this inner motivation, no doubt, that avoids flat feet. The nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1067707267424079772003-11-01T12:31:00.000-05:002003-11-01T13:20:02.146-05:00The week is gone, and the once-a-month bills are in the mailbox again, and so we are in November already, and once more I am left with very little money until after the weekend. Thank heavens for rice and beans!
I should really be more careful with how I allocate my money and take a good look at the calendar to check what day of the week the next month starts. I should make sure there's a $20 nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1067612757080312042003-10-31T12:28:00.000-05:002003-10-31T15:35:51.350-05:00Tonight is Halloween for people, but last night there was a Halloween party for dogs on my block. I missed the best part of it, because I was at Temple, but I caught the tail end of it when I came home. Over fifty dogs participated, some wearing costumes (there were prizes, and photos were taken), others came as themselves. I saw a large bulldog in a frilly tutu full of sequins, very fetching.
nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1067532195331385962003-10-30T12:34:00.000-05:002003-10-30T12:35:26.910-05:00"J'ai plus de souvenirs que si j'avais mille ans."
(Baudelaire. Roughly: "I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old.")
One of the headlines today on the front page in NY is "SAVED BY HIS VEST" , the story of a NYPD cop hero.
Flashback for me to May 1961 in Paris.
I was working for a French law firm in a high-end residential district of Paris. Although I was fluent in French, mynobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1067443845815025422003-10-29T11:16:00.000-05:002003-10-29T11:16:43.166-05:00I didn't post yesterday, and last night, whenever I woke up, which is a lot, listening to the heavy rain, I kept having ideas what I was going to say today, but now that it is today, it's all up for grabs once more.
Yesterday started badly, with a thumping headache and debilitating nausea. I can get nausea for a number of non-life threatening reasons, so I must always interview myself, asking nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1067276104403919202003-10-27T13:37:00.000-05:002003-10-27T14:14:13.730-05:00Well, many more bombs were set off in Baghdad during the night. It would appear that the bomb which hit the Rashid Hotel over the weekend, where Wolfie was staying, was just the kickoff. It looks like Wolfie was not the target, they probably didn't even know he was coming when they were planning the attack, or they would have been more precise, maybe. As it is, he was not even hurt, which is a nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1066843085454014702003-10-22T13:31:00.000-04:002003-10-22T13:57:26.340-04:00I was in the bathroom, from where I can't hear the phone ring, but I sort of heard part of what Janna was saying, which sounded like: "I have good news, come anytime." It turned out it was a good movie, and it was Fargo. Whadda you mean, come any time? The correct way to invite me would have been "It's just started, come as soon as possible". At least, while the movie is still playing.
Janna is nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1066755157725074812003-10-21T12:21:00.000-04:002003-10-21T13:00:18.723-04:00Today, I must draft the minutes of the Block Association meeting which took place last night. Since I didn't take notes, I must do it right away or I don't stand a prayer. Still, a small blog to follow up on yesterday's.
Last night, I happened to be riding the elevator, back from a garbage disposal detail in the basement, with one of my upstairs neighbors, who happened to be in a very manic moodnobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1066660355289653072003-10-20T11:09:00.000-04:002003-10-20T16:39:58.593-04:00I notice yesterday's post got on today's date: I guess I shouldn't have hit the "change time and date" button when I finally published.
I'm picking up today on the thread of the last two days or so, about communication, and way of being, and how one feels about things. You had not noticed a thread, you say? Well, maybe not, but there were markers, little stones, it was up to you to connect the nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1066626597825727772003-10-20T01:20:00.000-04:002003-10-20T16:41:21.623-04:00Saturday and Sunday
I was up really early this morning because I wanted to go to Temple in Flushing. In spite of this, every time I looked at the clock, I was saying, "Gosh, it's so late already", and finally, it was so late I almost considered not going after all, but then I pulled myself together and decided to just go and be late. So I was.
I love the long ride on the No. 7 on a Sunday: nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1066492689773733372003-10-18T12:16:00.000-04:002003-10-18T12:56:50.290-04:00I've noticed two things about blogging: it's disappointing to go onto a favorite site and find no new post for one, two, three, four days, but it's equally frustrating to go in and find a backlog of three or four new entries in pt.10 type, pale grey on a bright background... computer glasses lost...
I suppose it just points me right back at that old Buddhist standby: the Middle Way. Moderation nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1066404416638051702003-10-17T11:40:00.000-04:002003-10-17T11:52:26.336-04:00"Reine sans chandelle"
I really fell out of bed today. I was even outta the house before it was really day, the bonus was to have my choice of chairs at Starbucks, no competition at all. It might have been perfect, except the coffee did not taste the same.
Aha! How do we really know whether the coffee really ever tastes the same? It's not as if we had some of yesterday's coffee right there to nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1066240409075623352003-10-15T14:53:00.000-04:002003-10-24T12:22:20.960-04:00What price Glory? What price Honor?
The killing goes on and on. Is the price worth it, anywhere? Well, obviously from the point of view of some, it must be, particularly when it is others who are doing the dying, the paying of the price. Only when it is our turn does it become heroic and worth a tear and a memorial.
When a young animal is born, if it is to live, the first thing it does is standnobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1066147426793262982003-10-14T12:12:00.000-04:002003-10-14T12:21:23.766-04:00The weather has really changed. I have pulled out of the drawers and closets my "Nehru goes skiing" outfits, as my friend Gil's Mama calls them.
The gardener of 340 has removed the paisley carpet. He did not do this in anger, but most delicately. There are twenty-five cyclamen in the original corner, but another three have been revealed at the opposite end. He has now planted some rich looking nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-106554565823809512003-10-07T13:07:00.000-04:002003-10-07T13:51:39.450-04:00Two huge tigers have held the headlines for the past few days, vying for our attention with Iraq and the Israel/Palestine/Syria complex situations.
Little thoughts for little minds, and little pants for little behinds: if the human situations have you stymied, why not de-stress and relax debating a less emotionally charged subject?
What the hell gives the right to any human being to keep a 300 nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1065281449736759462003-10-04T12:12:00.000-04:002003-10-04T12:30:57.016-04:00Last night, the phone rang. Aaaaargh! I'm late, I forgot the time, I should be there already. Turn off the lights, the computer, the electric stove under the hearty Tuscan lentil soup, grab shoes, keys and out the door, hailing a cab. I'm too honest to claim heavy X-town traffic, not honest enough to admit I had forgotten it was Friday, my friends forgive me for being an impenitent internet nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1065148463389365872003-10-02T19:39:00.000-04:002003-10-02T22:39:57.206-04:00I've been chewing the cud. It must be the influence of all those holy cows wandering around Delhi.
Random thoughts on conquests and empires:
In the olden days, patterns of invasion and conquest were always barbarians overcoming the more civilized, not the other way around. Social, cultural and political stability are definitions of a civilized society and it was usually the more pacified, nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1065111717568886002003-10-02T09:53:00.000-04:002003-10-02T13:04:39.936-04:00Talking of Cricket...
"Nobody was..."
"Well, perhaps not. But I wonder whether you ever heard the story of the duck who was out in a thunderstorm?"
"You mean the one about the goose who was out for a duck?"
Er, well, where was I? I woke up this morning in the fog that I live in at 4 a.m., to hear my little portable radio babble on about Japan's ownership of $440 billion U.S. debt. (I should nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1064937010624281252003-09-30T08:50:00.000-04:002003-09-30T12:28:06.280-04:00Going home!
As reported by BBC-Asia-Pacific news today:
"Australia has agreed to buy back more than 50,000 sheep stranded at sea."
They have reportedly paid more than US $3 million to [finally] resolve this livestock crisis. Unless a local solution is found to the problem, the sheep will head home for Australia.
It appears the Australians were not lying when they denied the Iraqi Council had nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1064853652897248752003-09-29T09:52:00.000-04:002003-09-29T15:03:40.326-04:00Ah! T'is the season of mellow fruitfulness, indeedy.
Everything has a clear edge to it and there is almost a nip in the air. Time to sort out the sweaters into those that are good enough for outerwear and those that have little holes, but are still good enough for the layered look.
I come from a land where we didn't so much have four seasons as we had "weather". I remember wearing shetland nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1064818096191213742003-09-28T23:55:00.000-04:002003-09-29T03:12:46.256-04:00Mondo Cane
Sheep Story No. 1
In 1982, I went to France on business for six months. I was working in Paris during the week but I had a Eurail pass and went away every weekend, to get air and exercise, to get away from my cheating boyfriend, and to take photographs.
One day that I hadn't planned my trip properly, I found myself walking along an endless busy main road for hours. Boring, boring, nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1064506838228723102003-09-25T10:10:00.000-04:002003-09-25T13:27:09.780-04:00So, Iraq is for sale. It makes it so much easier to spread the loot, to make sure only the best connected to those who are divvying it up will benefit the most. It does not mean the Iraqi people themselves will receive any more benefits, of course, not the general population, that is. The best possible picture would be public ownership in the hands of an honest administration, but this never nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1064251105003981032003-09-22T10:42:00.000-04:002003-09-22T13:45:14.250-04:00 It's Flotsam and Jetsam, today.
Hardly surprising, considering I spent so much time during the past few days looking for something or other underneath my desk.
It's random realizations, today.
Hardly surprising, considering I have the attention span of a parakeet. Or is it just more of "focused when interested, but when not, not"? So...
Foresight is having a small blanket nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1063998017999110732003-09-19T15:00:00.000-04:002003-09-19T15:06:04.923-04:00nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1063906851393601902003-09-18T14:41:00.000-04:002003-09-18T15:01:41.970-04:00Memories and Memorials
As far as I am concerned, the point of having a memory is really so that you can find your keys before you leave the house. Beyond that, it becomes as much of a liability as a benefit.
Education, in whatever realm, has for its purpose the passing on of our memories to others so that no one needs to reinvent the wheel over and over again. Since each person's perception is nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814064.post-1063816154926900382003-09-17T12:39:00.000-04:002003-09-17T12:41:50.716-04:00Yesterday was too busy to even make lists, I just got carried away by the clock, only made my appointments and fit in whatever else I could in between.
Riding a sixth avenue bus uptown, as I reached 57th Street and noticed all the changes around me, banks, restaurants, stores, etc., gone out of business since I had last come through, I had a thought for an old boss I used to meet on the street nobboghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16787590473791232784noreply@blogger.com0