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“In the depth of Winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible Summer.” ~ Camus 2012 is looking slightly different than it was just a few days ago, I went ahead and pulled the trigger on my conscience and it told me, “You know what to do” and so done. The road ahead I claim as my own. My friend Matko in Zagreb said the same thing that Camus said, I need…
So I heard in a meeting the other day that it is okay to shoot a raccoon because they are unwanted. Poor raccoons. Then yesterday my neighbor shot a hog in the wild and brought it home to cut up on the driveway. I’m feeling pretty Jewish as I look on.
Paul Sanchez wrote: This little beauty sings the part of 8 year old Belinda in Nine Lives. She is New Orleans born and raised. Her mom is a teacher and her Uncle ‘Drew plays horn with Big Sam. She is wise beyond her years, fabulously talented and absolutely adorable.
Don’t underestimate the life changing force of a day or a moment. I call these forks in the road, where you blindly walk down a well traveled route, or decide to head blindly down an unknown trail that suddenly seems too quiet, where shadows portend mountain lions or rapists and color the senses, with your heart pounding in your chest, you have to try to locate yourself. There is a big draw to walk quickly…
I woke this morning entirely too early and with a conflict. I realized that the road into my brave new world was being paved by the same toxic waste that had clouded the past three plus change years of my life and so I said to myself, FUCK THAT. And so it is that from the time I woke up way too early till the time I sat here to write this I became more…
It’s what the Spaniards call the madrugada, that darkness before dawn, on the bayou and I see the lights from the street lamps and porches reflected in the inky black ripples of the bayou. I can see down Grand Route St. John and it appears that two houses have Christmas lights so bright, I’m shocked anyone can sleep there. I was in a meeting where I saw a plan to put a three deep grove…
A ring, and I don’t mean on the phone, I mean the foreskin ring – I wonder if Jews could get past this criteria and move into enlightenment, banishing circumcision from its repertoire?
It’s 74 degrees outside in the middle of December, and two people just went running by the LaLa scantily clothed. The sun isn’t shining yet, because it’s been cloudy – meaning the humidity makes you want to remove any scant clothes you do have. A biker went by in bright orange muscle shirt and shorts. Seagulls are hovering around the bayou. A man with a white short sleeved shirt walks down the sidewalk across the…
I’ve been bitching about the fact that I haven’t felt well and so I haven’t been to the gym or to yoga for going on nearly two months now. It’s sorta crazy seeing how I’ve been to the gym for years now and to go two months is really gnarly. I tried on a size 12 dress today and it was snug in the hips. Blech. Double Blech. It ain’t good – no not good…