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![]() "That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon." * ~Percy Bysshe Shelley * ********************************************************************************************************************************************** * Today, it's my one-year anniversary moving to my beloved new City. WOOO HOOOOO!!! * It was the Full Moon exactly on that day then. * Tomorrow, is the NEW moon. * I featured the star chart on how it's all gonna be laid out. * Also some NEW tunes to listen to... * Click here: NEW * ![]() **********************************************************************************************************************************************
![]() "LOVE is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart." * * ~Kay Knudsen * *************************************************************************************************************************************************** * I Told You So * * You said you needed your space I wasn't where you wanted to be I didn't stand in your way I only want you to be happy And so how surprised am I to see you here tonight CHORUS: Well can't you see That for worse or for better we're better together Please just come back home No don't say that you're sorry And I won't say I told you so Sometimes in our life We get to where we wonder if The long road that we're on Is headin' in the same direction When it comes to you and me We're right where I know we should be CHORUS: Oh can't you see That for worse or for better we're better together Please just come back home No don't say that you're sorry And I won't say I told you so Somtimes it's like we're deep in nothing but love The slightest thing can grow so foolishly Remind me please Oh can't you see That for worse or for better we're better together Please just come back home No don't say that you're sorry You don't gotta say you're sorry baby Oh can't you see That for worse or for better we're better together Please just come back home No don't say that you're sorry And I won't say I told you so And I won't say I told you so But I told you so Shoulda known better than to leave me baby Shoulda known better than to leave me darlin' * * ~Keith Urban * * Click here to hear the music! * ![]() ![]() ***************************************************************************************************************************************************
![]() "HOME is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is the place of CONFIDENCE. It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts. It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule." * ~Frederick W. Robertson * * ************************************************************************************************************************************* * Home I'm staring out into the night, Trying to hide the pain. I'm going to the place where love And feeling good don't ever cost a thing. And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain. I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old So I'm going home. Well I'm going home. The miles are getting longer, it seems, The closer I get to you. I've not always been the best man or friend for you. But your love, remains true. And I don't know why. You always seem to give me another try. So I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old. Be careful what you wish for, 'Cause you just might get it all. You just might get it all, And then some you don't want. Be careful what you wish for, 'Cause you just might get it all. You just might get it all, yeah. Oh, well I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old. I said these places and these faces are getting old. So I'm going home. I'm going home. * ~Daughtry * Click here to hear the music * * ![]() ********************************************************************************************************************
![]() "We feel free when we escape - even if it be but from the frying pan into the fire." ~Eric Hoffer * ********************************************************************************************************************************************* ESCAPE with me. ![]() ![]()
![]() * * "Nothing eliminates boredom more successfully than engaging in the search for ways to end it." * ~Bruno Bettelheim * ************************************************************************************************************************************************************** ~Now, if Eddy doesn't sound just like me . . . LOL * Excerpt from, "Up From Boredom, Down From Fear." By Dr. Bruce Leckart * * Why do so many people look back on their youth as the best years of their lives? Why does a baby have the power to charm even the gruffest adult? Perhaps it's because, as children, we haven't learned that "Life is grim, life is earnest, and the end is the grave." The sense of fun, the desire to play with others and the material universe is still very much with us. But it gets buried somehow under layers and layers of OUGHTS and SHOULDS. __Fast Eddy is the best body and fender man on the West Coast. He's not only twice as fast as the average guy, but his work is always perfect the first time. No bumps, no waves, no complaints. Consequently he can work whenever he wants to. Body-shop owners vie for his time even though they know they can't hold him for long. For Eddy life is a laugh. I've never seen him seriously involved in anything but having fun and I've never seen him bored. Essentially, he's just a carefree kid of forty. __Eddy lives out of his van. Occasionally he crashes with his brother, house-sits for a friend or moves in with one of his several women admirers. When he's not working he buys a six-pack and goes to the beach, or maybe just plays with the kids on the block. Eddy has absolutely no ambition, no desire to make something of himself when he grows up. And in fact he'll probably never grow up since the cares and worries of adulthood don't hold any attraction for him. Eddy somehow never learned that life is a serious business and never accepted that other people's standards had anything to do with him. He once told me that when he was a young man he was sure he was going to die before he turned thirty. When he didn't, he just kept living as though the future didn't exist. __Most of us wouldn't want to join Eddy for very long. Hedonism, too, can lead to boredom after a while. But the next time you dent your fender, instead of devoting the next couple of days to estimates, police reports and insurance agents, try joining Eddy at the beach. A dented fender, or its equivalent, is not really so important either in the cosmic or the short-term sense. The humdrum traps we set for ourselves can only keep us back if we accept the notion that they are what's real and important about being alive. * * **************************************************************************************************************************************************************
![]() * "Knitting is a boon for those of us who are easily bored. I take my knitting everywhere to take the edge off of moments that would otherwise drive me stark raving mad." ~Stephanie Pearl-McPhee "At Knit's End: Meditations for Women Who Knit Too Much." * ********************************************************************************************************************************************************************* * ~Yep . . . Knitting. I've been wanting to do this for quite awhile and now that I'm all settled in my cozy new home I can proceed with it as well as other things now. I went to the library today as every third Saturday there's a free knitting class/get-together. MaryAnne was my wonderful teacher (God Love HER! It's tougher than I thought and she was so patient and kind.) I'm determined to get the hang of it though as I wish to knit little items for children in hospitals, etc (As MaryAnne does now also.) plus eventually knit a cute doggie sweater I saw in a book for my future "baby" I'll get someday. I was able to take with me 3 balls of yarn and will pick up some knitting needles (I believe wood ones or possibly metal as the acrylic ones slip too easily.) and a how-to book to practice, practice, practice! Here's another site of yet another gay guy knitting away . . .
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![]() * " Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is." ~Thomas Szasz * * ********************************************************************************************************************************************** * * * ~HIYA GANG! ![]() Today's topic is that dreaded BOREDOM we all can experience from time to time. ![]() It falls in line with the other couple evils of curiosity and loneliness. (Which I'll touch more on in future blogs.) When we start feeling these ways, oh my, the trouble they can bring us. They can also help us in positive ways and help MOTIVATE us. I was motivated enough to check out this book from the library as I was starting to fall into the boredom trap and even some of the loneliness one, the lone-wolf that I am even. ![]() ~CL * * Excerpt from "Up from Boredom, Down from Fear." By Dr. Bruce Leckart * * * * The Fine Art of Making Trouble * * * * ______________This is it. You've taken the first step out of the blues, the blahs, the apathy, the anomie, the everyday despair that so many of us have come to accept as a way of life. You are a potential "troublemaker" -- and in my book that's a compliment! __There's an lod joke about three men who were arrested and before they knew it, found themselves in front of a firing squad. Asked if they wanted blindfolds the first two donned them eagerly. But the third man refused, where-upon he was told by his comrades: "Take the blindfold, Manny, don't make trouble . . ." __That's the kind of trouble I mean. Questioning the status quo. Looking at the world your own way. Welcoming a challenge. Creating problems by going out on a limb, then solving them. Trusting your perceptions and dreams enough to follow them, despite lots of free advice to stay home, do the "right thing," watch the tube and, above all, don't make trouble. __I've been rocking the boat for a long time now myself (though I had to learn to). And, in some people's judgment, "making a hell of a lot of waves" . . . but also having one hell of a sweet time. We all start out that way, full of zest and curiosity, ready to reach out, take a chance, walk in the rain and get wet, be silly romantics. Then it starts to slip away as we let the guilt and fear imposed on us by others take charge of our lives. Eventually we internalize these feelings and lose ourselves. The rebellions of adolescence are often our last desperate attempts to resist the social pressures to conform. All too soon, as school, job, home and family begin to furnish our years -- and just the fact of the years themselves -- our lives become thick with convention, our decisions based on "oughts" and "shoulds," our days and nights increasingly dull . . . and finally one day we arrive . . . we are bored! Led around by other people and outside events and institutions, we are told what to feel, what to do, what to think and how to be! Frequently this doesn't work for long and we soon find ourselves going through the motions with a glad face for the world and a heart sinking deeper into boredom or even depression. * * ![]() **********************************************************************************************************************************************
![]() * "The proper function of man is to LIVE, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time." * * ~Jack London * * * ******************************************************************************************************************************************************* * * * "It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while DARING GREATLY so that his place shall never be with those timid souls who know neither victory or defeat." * ~Theodore Roosevelt * ****************************************************************************************************************************************************************
![]() "The world bruises us ALL, but some heal faster than others -- * and some bleed to death." * * ~D.H. Mondfleur * * **************************************************************************************************************************************************** * * * " You're obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise, condemn, and know lack all foundation. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain pretenses of your civilization which makes you sad, troubled and unbalanced. In that intolerable conflict you lose all joy of life and all feeling of personality, because at every moment they suppress and restrain and check the free play of your powers. That's the poisoned and mortal wound of the civilized world." * ~Octave Mirbeau, Torture Garden * ****************************************************************************************************************************************************
![]() Oremus . . . Libera nos a malo . . . Lumin de Lumine . . . Per omnia saecula saeculorum . . . Deo Gratias. * *************************************************************************************************************************************************** * *
What pleasure can it give a cultivated man to watch some poor fellow being torn to pieces by a powerful beast or a superb beast being pierced with a hunting spear? Even were such things worth looking at, you've seen them many times, and we saw nothing new this time. The last day was devoted to the elephants. The vulgar populace was enthusiastic, but there was no pleasure in it; indeed, the show provoked some sort of compassion, a feeling that there is some kinship between this great beast and human-kind. —CICERO, Letters to Friends ******************************************************************************************************************************************
![]() " We should give as we would receive, cheerfully, quickly, and without hesitation; for there is no grace in a benefit that sticks to the fingers." * * ~Seneca * ************************************************************************************************************************************************** * * * ~Speaking of sticky fingers... After I passed out some of the cold water and oranges yesterday to other human-beings out in the hot on my new block not as fortunate, I dolled out peanut butter sandwiches to still some more humans later. I AM truly BLESSED these days and finally have my stable home with a tap of running water. I get alot of food from a couple pantries for myself and have plenty of extra bread anyway and end up with more oranges than I can keep up with also. The waters cost me a whopping $4 for 12 bottles and had extra ones given to me also to make a total of 17 waters. I had popped into a 7-Eleven store to see about the plastic bags for the sandwiches and they wanted to charge $4 for 20 bags. I mosied on up the street to my Walgreens store (I really DO need to invest and get shares in them at some point as I'm in there at least once a day, if not twice. hehe) and their plastic sandwich bags were a 200 count of bags for the same $4 price. So I ended up providing for several other individuals for a mere $8. I'm not saying all this to be "Oh, look at me and how great I am" at all. Fact, that's the last thing I would would want is to be any sort of celebrity. Hopefully, it may just inspire others to be able to do the same. I wish for an army of givers. * Also, other great karma for my own self today is that I was refered by a social worker over a week ago that works in my building to go to a church organization a couple blocks away to receive free kitchen items such as a frying pan I needed and some plates and silverware. WoW! Did I EVER receive! Definately aquired the kitchen items needed and then-some as well as other wonderful things that would normally cost so much in a store as a great comforter and sheets and new pillow by the Laura Ashley Collection (I think the sheets are like a million-count as they feel it too. hehe) as well as three "pissy" stylish decorative throw pillows. Also a really kewl bamboo-type hamper, a neat small chrome silver wastebasket and a land-line phone so I may finally receive any calls from the front desk. Now I can order a pizza to be delivered and the desk can tell me it's arrived. hehe ![]() **************************************************************************************************************************************************
![]() "There are no seven wonders of the world * in the eyes of a child. * * There are SEVEN MILLION." * * ~Walt Streightiff * * ************************************************************************************************************************************************** * ~This is a couple of e-mails I had received from one of my dear angel friends here that had given me permission to set into a blog myself. Let us all reflect on it and say deep prayers not just for Gabby, but for all of our young angels suffering and moving on from this earthly plane.... * * Hello. I have gotten home from taking Ashley back to school since her sickness. The update, she had a very bad stomach virus and many of the classmates, also. Ashley has lost a lot of weight from not eating since last Friday but upon awakening this morning...she was up in bed and smiling at me with those big brown eyes. My heart was very happy and relieved. I let her rest and took her in around lunch time. I stayed for a couple of hours and helped in the class. Getting teary eyed right now....Hold on.... There was a young girl from another class in there and I was asked to help her. Gabby is her name.... From looking at her right off, I got that she was poor but oh, she was such a sweet child. We talked about Dinosaurs and she showed me how she spelled her name. She stayed with me and then went to talk to Tyler. I felt as if I was "talking" to an angel. Upon the time to go, she came up to me and gave me a tight hug and then gently pulled my hand to her lips and kissed me. Well, I found out from Ashley's teacher at lunch that Gabby is dying from a brain tumor and the doctors said it could be anytime. Oh, this tore me apart, thinking of hugging that sweet little girl, wiping tears from my face now. This "angel" has blessed me on this day with her love, unconditional pure love. Please hug your family, friends and children tightly. As I looked at Ashley on the mend from this virus, feelings of love and gratitude are pouring out of me for I have three healthy children. I think that Gabby picked me to perhaps have me to write about this in "spirit" and pass along, love, love, love. Oh me... tissue and lots of love for each and everyone of you. You are loved. PS: Thank you Gabby for showing me what is so important. Today is the last day of school for Ashley and Meagan. I was surrounded by energetic children but my eyes and heart lit up when I saw Gabby. She wore a rose colored shirt and had her hair pulled back in a beautiful pony tail. Once she entered the "room", I felt her presence. Gabby is full of love and was "wearing" the most precious smile. She "appeared" healthy and in good spirits. I am praying that when Ashley starts first grade on July 7th that Gabby will be there. I found out more of her background today. Gabby's parents gave her up when they found out she had a brain tumor. She is living with a wonderful foster family and to me, they are "angels." Gabby has been to the hospital twice this week, getting tears, here for her health is rapidly declining. Here is this gorgeous child and I can not begin to fathom what she is "thinking" or "feeling", wondering where her parents are and fighting for her life. I was told that "most" likely I will not see Gabby in two weeks for she will return to God and be with the angels. So, my friends, please pass this around to all you know and I am asking you to pray for this Angelic brown eyed girl that my daughter, Ashley knows. I am utterly moved and amazed at Gabby's warmth, love and most of all, radiant smile. To me Gabby, has the wisdom of strength of an "old" soul. I admire you, Gabby and to me, you are all that I can strive to be in a better person. I love you. * ![]() **************************************************************************************************************************************************
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![]() A wise man can see more from the bottom of a well than a fool can from a mountaintop. * *************************************** ********************************************* ************************************************** ***************************************************** * Excerpt from "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" By Robert M. Pirsig * * * Afterword * * * The receding Ancient Greek perspective of the past ten years has a very dark side: Chris is dead. He was murdered. At about 8:00 P.M. on Saturday, November 17, 1979, in San Francisco, he left the Zen Center, where he was a student, to visit a friend's house a block away on Haight Street. According to witnesses, a car stopped on the street beside him and two men, black, jumped out. One came from behind him so that Chris couldn't escape, and grabbed his arms. The one in front of him emptied his pockets and found nothing and became angry. He threatened Chris with a large kitchen knife. Chris said something which the witnesses could not hear. His assailant became angrier. Chris then said something that made him even more furious. He jammed the knife into Chris's chest. Then the two jumped into their car and left. Chris leaned for a time on a parked car, trying to keep from collapsing. After a time he staggered across the street to a lamp at the corner of Haight and Octavia. Then, with his right lung filled with blood from a severed pulmonary artery, he fell to the sidewalk and died. I go on living, more from force of habit than anything else. At his funeral we learned that he had bought a ticket that morning for England, where my second wife and I lived aboard a sailboat. Then a letter from him arrived which said, strangely, "I never thought I would ever live to see my 23rd birthday." His twenty-third birthday would have been in two weeks. * ********************************************************************************************************************************************** * I find it FASCINATING along with somewhat TOO coincidental and strange to say the very least that I attained this book last winter while living at Haight/Ashbury from a roomate, ironically named Chris, that was moving out and have discovered that Chris in the story was murdered, here in the City down the road from where I obtained the book and was living, on the same date of MY birthday. I had turned 15 then in 1979. Also how the narrator's motorcycle, is a 1964 Superhawk. The same year I was born. Ooooooooooooo...... Eerie. I read the book last week. AWESOME! Right up my alley for sure. And glad I discovered the link of the book to share with you, my friends so you may enjoy it as well. * I'll be taking a break for a bit from computer-land and getting into still more personal reading and starting back in my personal experiments. Now that I'm all set up in my fab new place my mind is expanding out and I need to delve into all the questions. For I AM a HUGE, BIG thinker and am truly a philosopher of today and always want to explore the mind. Especially my own. A book I just checked from the library yesterday was, "Guidebook to Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" Again, AWESOME! Now my mind is REALLY opening up and blossoming even more from it already. LOVE IT! It neatly breaks down the book within the Western and Eastern "backpacks". Eastern philosophy being with --Hinduism --Buddhism --Confucianism --Taoism --Zen Buddhism andWestern philosophy exploring realities, knowledge, values, ethics and morals and the metaphysical and Quality in it all with the greats as Locke, Hume, Descartes, Kant, Spinoza, Hegel, Kierkegaard, Tolstoy, Thales, Bentham, Einstein, Whitehead, Poincare', Nietzsche, Mill, James, Ayer, Scheler, Pascal, Sidgwick, Bergson, Kant, Aristotle, Plato, Thales, Anaximenis, Heraclitus, Parmenides, Zeno, and of course, Phaedrus plus many more. Another very interesting sounding book I will explore is "The Age of American Unreason" by Susan Jacoby and her other, "Freethinkers" * This IS the month of FREEDOM and I'll be taking some of that personal freedom perhaps for the entire month away from this and will miss y'all tremendously. Perhaps do some of your own personal exploring as myself within the information I've provided and just ask WHY? with EVERYTHING. ~BIG HUGS
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