Compliment someone today. Tell ’em how nice they look.
Better yet, tell someone you meet what movie star they look like.
Monthly Archives: September 2010
Secret code broken by number of rings
Who needs glasses to see your self within?
- I wear glasses. Well, I don’t wear ’em, even though I should.
They pinch me. At the bridge of the nose. Cause an irritation to my left ear. Make me feel less good-looking, less acceptable. (As if I really need to be more acceptable nowadays!)
Healthy disdain for $$$ really not healthy
Could never be a good businessman. Did not love money enough.
Never put wealth at the top of a “to do” list of things to achieve. Oh, I wanted to make a comfortable living and get a nest egg for the future. But I had no drive to accumulate big bucks.
You man a job right, job’ll right the man
Jobs have a way of defining us. We become “the job,” or rather grow into what we perceive to be the “ideal performer“ of that job. Whether we like it or not. The job. Or ourselves.  Continue reading
Some lessons go down easier than others
My God, when will this pain end? I can’t take it anymore. Please, just take it away. Or let me die.
This could be the worse day of my life. That would include the pain I’d suffer as bombs explode and persons around me later die in Vietnam. At least that will be quick and done with . . . This agony is so prolonged. And the worst of it is, I brought it all on myself.
Reporting the news takes courage & trust
Most of what I learned about journalism came from observing a true crime reporter named Michael Sangiacomo.
I was just hired by the Pottstown Mercury, a small newspaper some 25 miles outside of Philadelphia (and the home of Mrs. Smith’s Pies), when Sang (Pronounced Sange, as in “Angie) took me under his wing and showed me the ropes.
Never, never reveal your source, he said. And always attribute your source whenever you can.
Utopia Exists in a Mere Change of Focus
Short Stature Grows Larger With Love
Mr. Nice Guy wins, but loses in the end
I’ve had to push you from my mind, to save my mind. Get you out of my Life to live my Life.
A taste of heaven offered here on earth
Pizza pie and chocolate milkshake.
Each drew me like an oasis to a man walking alone in a desert.
Meditation helps writer find a gem within
Dance with Achilles Contoveros again
Hard to believe it got up for TV viewing
“It’s hard to get up for it, sometimes.”
As soon as I saw a videotape of myself mouthing those words on television, I knew I had crossed the line.
But, nobody caught it. Never put infertility and sexual intercourse together to catch the play on words that somehow slipped out, with me never actually intending to say what I had just said.
Injustice should make us all ‘go berserk’
“Going Berserk” has always had a wicked appeal to me.
For brief moments, I’d go “mad,” and not care for my safety or well-being, but focus instead on the object causing a “crazy re-action” on my part. It was as if a volcano had erupted and I wanted to punish those perceived as evil-doers. Might have had a bit of “religious fervor” involved, as I saw myself correcting a wrong or an injustice with a quick upper-cut to the jaw.
Swimming makes the heart ‘go’ fonder
“Smile, breathe and go slowly”~ Thich Nhat Hanh
Feel like I stepped from suspended animation and awoke on a star-ship outside the Galaxy where I’m “floating” majestically on a current of the air.
Can A Wrong Ever Serve Into A Right?
“Conduct Unbecoming an Officer and a Gentleman.”
Never thought an affair I had with a married woman before turning 21 would qualify for “conduct unbecoming,” but looking back, I see how conflicted parties to such an act could become.
Do not disturb a man who’s sweating it out
Growled like a dog at a guy making noise in a sauna I was meditating in Tuesday.
Three times in a row, I gave him a dirty look, lifting my head from the bent, meditative pose staring long, hard seconds as he eventually quieted down. He was drinking water from a bottle. So he says. But it sounded more like he was bathing by splashing water on his arms and legs for some reason only God knows.
Going AWOL helps a boy grow into a man
Went AWOL while a private in the US Army in 1968.
Continue reading500th milestone within October 1st reach
Lord, I’m one, Lord, I’m two, Lord,
I’m three, Lord, I’m four, Lord,
I’m five hundred miles a way from home.
Conceal the word until all are ready for it
Wearing a chest full of ribbons on a khaki-colored shirt with Russian-like epaulets on the shoulders, I grew lots of attention at the Russian Appreciation Day at Penn’s Landing in Philadelphia yesterday.
Truth once hidden usually surfaces later
“State Trooper Using Hypnosis for Investigation“
That was the headline for one of the strangest cases I ever reported.
Seeking the ‘Bliss Queen’ in Philadelphia
I wanted so much to be the Queen’s Concert.
But at what age? What stage of her life called out to me the most, as we, the audience members, watched her grow into a Spiritual goddess, one I desired to be like, to become with as One?
Buy yourself a friend – read his good word
“Make yourself a Rav, and buy for yourself a friend.”
— Rabbi Yehoshua Ben Perachya
Could never relate to the old “Church Lady” that seemed so righteous and God-fearing.
You know, the one that constantly quoted the Bible and swore everything you ever wanted to know about anything could be found in “The Good Book.”
The Great Awakening can be hard on a guy
Ashamed. Impure. Dirty.
All these feelings flashed through me as I slowly came out of what seemed like a trance, halfway between sleep and wakefulness, only to notice growth at a part of my body where there was none before.
Swimming meditation floats troubles away
Swimming meditation can work. You heard it here first. One can “nudge” out most thoughts and focus on the “here and now” as you swim one lap after another. I did. Got so relaxed, I lost count for a while, but then didn’t care how many lengths I had traversed.
Saying ‘I Love You’ over & over again!
“I love you” was not in the way you said it, but how you said it.
That’s why I gave you the purple roses. You meant every word you said. Straight from your heart. And you revealed a glimpse of the Creator through your loving kindness and compassion.
Oh, you don’t love me like a woman loves a man. You’re married. Happily. And, I wasn’t seeking romantic involvement. Just a friend to tell me face to face what the most beloved mothers would tell a son or a daughter. “I love you.” Unconditionally as a sister to a brother, a daughter to a father. One Kabbalist to another.
See, I chose to “buy a friend” in you several weeks ago. Don’t you remember? At the last Congress in Philadelphia, I learned you studied Buddhism and was raised a Sufi, familiar with both my “Beloved” and the “Middle Path” to Enlightenment. How could some novice like me not fall in love with your Spirit, your Devotion, your Love for all Creation. (Including that male cat of yours peeing in inappropriate places since your son-in-law showed up and your house underwent renovations!)
Sincere Words Awaken the Spirit in My Psyche
I felt loved as soon as you spoke those words, unhesitatingly, with just the right amount of tenderness to convince me they were sincere. And they were . . . in the context of what we’re seeking together. Love for all humanity, starting with our community, all the men, women and children exposing themselves to a mystery kept hidden from you and me for 2,000 years. It’s now ours for the asking.
And I’m asking. Tell me you love me. Just one more time. And, every time I need it. That could be every day for the rest of my days with this Soul, or when 6,000 years toward Final Correction arrives, whichever comes first.
“Make for yourself a Rav, and buy for yourself a friend.”
— Rabbi Yehoshua Ben Perachya
Recovering from my road rage confession
Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have cursed out drivers on the open highway and prayed their mothers had never conceived them. In or at of wedlock, those dirty b . . . . . .
It’s road rage, I fear. A sin I commit almost every time I’m behind the wheel. I want to be good and not dwell on others’ transgressions, but the temptation is too great. And wanting to do bodily harm to inconsiderate drivers has become a “near occasion” of sin for me.
The following represents the many times I took the Lord’s name in vain when another either committed driving affronts or failed to commit courteous driving actions, thus precipitating my evil inclination to do away with them:
Here Are But a Few Things Causing Me Road Rage
- Turning without signaling to me, the driver behind ’em, who’s wondering where the hell they’re going.
- Driving on dark, slick roads under rainy conditions with no lights on. Don’t they know it’s the law in Pennsylvania?
- Needing someone to “beep” them as they sit for several long seconds after a red light had changed to green.
- Planning to turn left on a divided highway, but not getting over far enough for a poor schmuck like me to pass them, as I wait for what seems forever for oncoming traffic to slow to their liking.
- Someone on the cellphone while smoking a cigarette and drinking from a soda can. Multi-tasking like this will cause an accident. By someone watching ‘em, trying to figure out why they need to stay busy (need I say: “distract” themselves?) when driving.
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- Van operators who always drive alone with no passengers despite owning a more gas-friendly car that won’t block my small Saturn Ion. There ought to be a law against use of a van unless there are at least two persons inside.
- Van operators who “gang up” on me by driving in front and on the side of my car. Can’t see a damn thing over and/or around ’em, causing me to veer toward the median cement barrier — or onto on-coming traffic at an undivided highway — to see what’s causing the delay on road ahead.
‘…confess my sins and do penance…’
- + Pick-up truck drivers who never carry a pick-up or a load in their beds.
- + Anyone near 80 years old driving a sports car with a convertible top down. They shouldn’t have that much fun at their age.
- Drivers that always obey a 25-mile-per-hour speed limit while you and everyone else on the road have been cruising at a comfortable 32. There’s a big difference psychologically, and no police officer worth their salt is going to ticket you for a 7-miles-per-hour offense.
- Young men who want to share their music while driving with a loud bass sound nearly crushing my ear drums.
- People who spend what seems like “forever” foraging through pockets or purses for money to pay at a McDonald’s Drive thru window, when having all that time while someone prepared their order. They tell you the cost of the meal right after you order. Can’t they get the money ready while idling in park?
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- Truck and Van operators who take up two parking spaces to park. Throw in Cadillac-owners too.
- Political junkies who insist on keeping their candidate’s bumper sticker on, even though he lost a zillion years ago. Didn’t they get the message? And what about those still carrying a torch for the winner. Are they trying to rub it in that their guy won?
- Vanity plate owners you have to pull over to ask what the hell the letters on the plate really mean.
- High-beamers who won’t shift back to regular headlights for you driving in on-coming traffic.
- Any 75-year-old, white-haired lady who gives you the finger after you beeped them, over took their car, and scowled at ’em while passing on the road.
- Drivers afraid to turn right on red when there is no sign that prevents you from turning right on red. (Get to know the law, butthead!)
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- Drivers suffering amnesia after flipping their turn signal on; the signal just keeps blinking . . . and blinking . . . and blinking.
- Driving in the passing lane while 101 motorists pass them in the right lane. (Figure you’d take a hint by now, buddy.)
I firmly resolve with the help of thy Grace never to beep that white-hair lady, or curse an inconsiderate driver again. So Help Me, God!
You’re ‘Over the Hill,’ Once You Hit Forty
Requested a dollar coffee at a Burger King last night and the Gidget-like youngster asked if she could serve a “Senior.”
No, I replied, not wanting anything more or less then what’s on a “dollar menu” for cup I could refill, if need be. I handed over $1.06 in change, placing it carefully on the counter in front of the short blonde teenage girl. “It’s 50 cents,” she quipped, all bright and full of sunshine. “It’s a senior cup.”
Living like I’m one of ‘All God’s Creatures’
I dove into a World of Make Believe, changing from one past life to another while underwater and on land yesterday.
Can Hell Actually Be Just ‘Other People?’
Felt disconnected from the World as I knew it yesterday.
A tough road makes journey a little easier
When my father spoke Greek with the disciplinarian of the Catholic High School where I played hooky at age 14, I thought I had it made.
Continue readingImpeachment turns a loser into a winner
Each day for twenty years, the spirit of Don Quixote welcomed me into my law office. This picture hung above my desk reminding me that it was the “impossible cases” a good public defender relished. The ones you didn’t expect to win, but somehow, now and then, you’d convince a jury to see the facts your way, which in most cases, was the right way.
Continue readingBestowing spirit & essence to a new friend
I told someone I’d give up my life for them. And, I meant it.
I was so low, I was willing to forego this body and offer my spirit to someone, anyone who’d have a greater chance of gaining enlightenment than me. Give to someone who was nearing to what Kabbalists call the final “correction” of all of one’s egotistical desires.
Forgive warrior’s defense of the sensitive
You invited me to your House and I broke confidence in you.
I meant no disrespect. No harm to you or other guests who should feel secure that their words and feelings would not be exposed to any that could bring them harm.
Love Thy Neighbor: Don’t burn his book
Heard some Christian minister was planning to set fire to a Muslim Holy Book, the Quran, to mark the Anniversary of 9-11 this Saturday, September 11, 2010.
I seem to recall the last time an individual got notoriety at burning books was a God-fearing fellow named Hitler in Nazi Germany. I think it’s a shame that the media is giving so much exposure to such an act here in the United States.
Walk a Labyrinth full with love & no desire
All I want to do, is Give. Not Take.
Give without seeking a thing in return. Oh, I’ll get pleasure out of the deal. But I’ll put a lid on it. Screen out the joy that can overwhelmingly fill me, and direct the bulk of that feeling to another. Deflect it to one needing nurturing that only a mother’s love could offer her youngest child.
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