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a very short story

Mick Jagger hires Andy Warhol

Eight ways to kill an idea

(original work by Scott Campbell)

self pity

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

-D.H.Lawrence

it's real

small world...

or big world. it amazes me when I think of my family's very diverse background. my roots are literally spread around in three continents, as far as I know (and I don't know much farther back). see, my paternal grandparents: he was Russian, she was Polish. my maternal grandparents: he was Greek, she was Egyptian. I'm a Brazilian, living in the U.S. (currently) & I have cousins, aunts and uncles living in Canada, Chile, France, Israel, Italy and United States. We are all at least bilingual, our looks diverse - some of us are dark skinned, some of us white; some of us blond, even red haired, most of us dark with dark eyes, a couple of green eyed and one blue eyed kid. we are the product of only one religion, Jewish, but today the other half is Catholic and the kids mixed with the choice to choose their own religion when they want to. many accents, many places to stay when we travel, and one chosen country in the end - Brasil - where everybody and everything came together as one, big, happy, great family.

--success--

insanity week

dear nellie

a drinking song

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
-w.b.yeats

dreams 101

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I thank God for most this
amazing
day; for the leaping greenly
spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everything
which is natural, which is
infinite, which is yes.
-Yes -- e. e. cummings

never forget

Your presence is a present to the world.
You're unique and one of a kind.
Your life can be what you want it to be.
Take the days, just one at a time.
Count your blessings, not your troubles.
You'll make it through, whatever comes along.
Within you are so many answers.
Understand, have courage, be strong.
Don't put limits on yourself.
So many dreams are waiting to be realized.
Decisions are too important to leave to chance.
Reach for your peak, your goal and your prize.
Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.
The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets.
Don't take things too seriously.
Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.
Remember that a little love goes a long way.
Remember that a lot . . . goes forever.
Remember that friendship is a wise investment.
Life's treasures are people . . . together.
Realize that it's never too late.
Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way.
Have health, hope and happiness.
Take the time to wish upon a star.
And don't ever forget . . .
For even a day . . .
How very special you are.

Author Unknown

Aldous Huxley from Music At Night, 1931

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

sky light

“I just told you my dreams and you made me see that I could walk into the sun and I could still be me and now I can't deny nothing lasts forever.”

This Is What You Shall Do:

Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants... have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.

(Walt Whitman)

al(l) one

there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than
too late.

- Bukowski