date:20120827

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RfHnzYEHAow

http://tinyurl.com/c5zz35

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@... wrote:

 Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
 
 Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly? 
 
 This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands of posts 
 and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the values and 
 truths of every statement? For free to any who would post?   
 
 This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and has minds 
 so delicate but iron-stubborn? 
 
 This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual by tying 
 every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each and all to 
 doing this that we do here with mere words?
 
 This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected, Xeno, who 
 is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and generously-available-to-all 
 person, and it is he that you choose to dump on as if he were Edg on his nut 
 buggy?
 
 Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have THIS be 
 here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the vastness of the 
 consciousness of all the generations to come?
 
 Great God Almighty I hope you don't.  
 
 I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and whirls 
 and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat to our 
 slavering dogs.
 
 Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek out from 
 behind the curtain and get real?
 
 But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, at least, 
 pick on me.  
 
 Xeno is gold here.  
 
 He gives his attention.  Don't you get that attention is love, and it doesn't 
 matter what that attention has as its object of consciousness, and that he as 
 if bathes the minds here with his clarity and his kindness?
 
 Can't you feel his vibe?  
 
 Edg
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Me thinks this xeno fellow ought to get back on his medication :-)

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@... wrote:

 Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
 
 Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly? 
 
 This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands of posts 
 and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the values and 
 truths of every statement? For free to any who would post?   
 
 This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and has minds 
 so delicate but iron-stubborn? 
 
 This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual by tying 
 every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each and all to 
 doing this that we do here with mere words?
 
 This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected, Xeno, who 
 is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and generously-available-to-all 
 person, and it is he that you choose to dump on as if he were Edg on his nut 
 buggy?
 
 Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have THIS be 
 here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the vastness of the 
 consciousness of all the generations to come?
 
 Great God Almighty I hope you don't.  
 
 I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and whirls 
 and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat to our 
 slavering dogs.
 
 Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek out from 
 behind the curtain and get real?
 
 But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, at least, 
 pick on me.  
 
 Xeno is gold here.  
 
 He gives his attention.  Don't you get that attention is love, and it doesn't 
 matter what that attention has as its object of consciousness, and that he as 
 if bathes the minds here with his clarity and his kindness?
 
 Can't you feel his vibe?  
 
 Edg
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G05H0QacqQM

http://tinyurl.com/9mclf7j

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Me thinks this xeno fellow ought to get back on his medication :-)

[FairfieldLife] Re: mind boggling



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@... wrote:

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius anartaxius@ 
 wrote:
 
  I suppose I ought respond to a few of these comments
  [about whether Barry is more spiritually advanced 
  than Robin]
 
 Seems like a silly thing to spend one's time 
 discussing, to me. The answer would seem to 
 be obvious. 
 
 Who has the most people reading every single
 word of his posts, and obsessing on them?
 
 Even Robin does this with Barry's posts. Not
 vice versa.
 
 Duh.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNJG1ZeS9q0

http://tinyurl.com/8tx7cb6

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

 I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross to 
Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall have to 
pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great sin to indulge 
myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the crowd are going out in 
boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go along. One day is enough. 
Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it so soon 
might blister my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. This morning 
the sea was glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later 
the sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they 
say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear 
and the moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, 
as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a 
most uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with 
bites.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@... wrote:

 Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
 
 Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly? 
 
 This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands of posts 
 and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the values and 
 truths of every statement? For free to any who would post?   
 
 This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and has minds 
 so delicate but iron-stubborn? 
 
 This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual by tying 
 every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each and all to 
 doing this that we do here with mere words?
 
 This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected, Xeno, who 
 is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and generously-available-to-all 
 person, and it is he that you choose to dump on as if he were Edg on his nut 
 buggy?
 
 Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have THIS be 
 here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the vastness of the 
 consciousness of all the generations to come?
 
 Great God Almighty I hope you don't.  
 
 I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and whirls 
 and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat to our 
 slavering dogs.
 
 Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek out from 
 behind the curtain and get real?
 
 But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, at least, 
 pick on me.  
 
 Xeno is gold here.  
 
 He gives his attention.  Don't you get that attention is love, and it doesn't 
 matter what that attention has as its object of consciousness, and that he as 
 if bathes the minds here with his clarity and his kindness?
 
 Can't you feel his vibe?  
 
 Edg
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Me thinks this xeno fellow ought to get back on his medication :-)

[FairfieldLife] Scientific Study: The #1 turnoff for Internet users

A couple of weeks ago I was asked to write an article for his website by
one of my clients, a provider of cosmetic dental services. He had seen a
similar article to the one he wanted me to write, headlined Bad teeth
are the #1 dating turnoff.

I saw that headline and immediately knew something was wrong with it. So
I went online and looked up large surveys of people to find out what
their real dating turnoffs were. The responses were what you might
expect -- being out of work, rudeness, answering one's mobile phone
while on a date, stuff like that. No bad teeth. The only thing that
even came close was bad breath.

So I looked up the studies that the original article had claimed it
was based on and found something interesting. Both studies actually
*did* conduct surveys of thousands of people, and those people really
*did* tell them that their #1 dating turnoff was people with bad
teeth. However, both studies had been paid for and conducted by
providers of cosmetic dental products or services, and the people they
interviewed -- their subjects in these studies -- were their own
clients. Each of them had just paid between five and twenty thousand
dollars *each* to fix their own teeth and make them look like a movie
star's.

Classic selection bias. *Of course* they responded by naming bad teeth
as their #1 turnoff in other people. I had to turn down the writing gig,
because I couldn't be party to spreading Bad Science so that some
dentist could make more money.

Anyway, this is just an intro to the rap I feel like writing over my
morning coffee in this cafe this morning. And I'm not going to pretend
for a moment that my rap is scientific, or that it represents what the
general public feels. This rap is selection bias to the max, because the
only subject being surveyed in this study is moi.

The Internet users polled in this scientific study :-) find that the #1
thing that turns them off most about other people on the Internet is
NEEDINESS.

That, for me, is the thing that two groups of people I find boring and
tedious have in common, the two groups being
pay-attention-to-me-because-I'm-so-cool narcissistic attention vampires
and pay-attention-to-me-because-I'm-so-insecure lonely hearts.

If you expect and/or actually *demand* a reply to something you write,
or feel that people even have a responsibility to read it, you're being
NEEDY.

If you spend most of your time praising other people and giving them
strokes in the hope that they'll do the same thing to you, you're being
NEEDY.

If the number of people you've never met who think you're authoritative
or wise matters to you, you're being NEEDY.

If the number of people you've never met who seem to like you or
consider you their friend matters to you, you're being NEEDY.

Free clue: NEEDINESS attracts NEEDINESS.

The only people you're going to attract to yourself by acting this NEEDY
and insecure are other people just as NEEDY and insecure as yourself.
You know, the kind of L.A. people who introduce themselves and say,
Hi...pleased to meet you...what can you do for me?

Fortunately for you, if you tend to act like this yourself, there are a
LOT of people just like you out there on the Internet, and you're likely
to accumulate a lot of Facebook Friends or FFL Friends. May you all
be happy together, and form happy little cliques in which you stroke
each other off a lot. So to speak.

Me, I'm gonna stick with those who seem to have learned a little
self-sufficiency along the Way, and who just write stuff and throw it
out there against the refrigerator door of the Internet. Sometimes it
sticks, sometimes it doesn't, and whether it gets a response or not Just
Doesn't Matter.

Those strike me as interesting people. The chronically NEEDY...not so
much.

[FairfieldLife] Re: Chekhov's Gun

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, azgrey no_reply@... wrote:

 Spoiler Alert
 Do not read if you aren't current on season 5 of Breaking Bad.

First, thank you for the spoiler alert. I hereby 
pass it down the line. If you haven't seen the
latest episode of Breaking Bad, or even if you
haven't watched the series at all but intend
to watch it sometime in the future, HERE BE 
SPOILERS. Don't go here and pre-ruin the 
experience of enjoying a tremendous TV series 
for yourself.

 The literary technique of Chekhov's Gun has been one of
 the most oft used, deliciously so, methods of Breaking Bad's
 story tellers to advance the tale. I can't recall the 
 antithesis, a Red Herring, ever having been employed. 
 
 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chekhov's_gun
 
 It has been employed overtly, such as the burnt doll floating
 in the pool to open season 2. The viewer watched and waited, 
 knowing an it was critically important and would be resolved.
 
 Other times it is so subtle that it is nearly completely 
 hidden, purposefully so. The poisonous Lilly of the Valley 
 comes to mind. The viewer first sees the Lilly 10 episodes 
 earlier when Walt is seen, sitting in his backyard at night, 
 sighting his newly acquired Thirty-Eight Snub. He draws a 
 bead right on the plant. Another of Vince Gilligan's Easter 
 Eggs.
 
 There is a Chekhov's Gun in the opening scene of this season 
 that I completely missed, yo, until viewing it again a couple of
 days ago. While sitting in the diner, breaking his bacon and 
 positioning it, as is his tradition, to form a 52 for his age, 
 the camera comes very tight for a close-up on Walt's hands. 
 No wedding ring! No f*ing wedding ring!! I musta been 
 seriously trippin' to have missed *that*.
 
 I have a nagging feeling that the German connection from 
 Madrigal will return. The guy who spoke for them in the 
 meeting with the DEA at the long table gave me a serious
 case of the creeps. He was sooo apologetic and, in his own
 disturbing Prussian manner, soo wanting to be helpful.
 The guy is a 21st century version of a character in a Philip 
 Kerr or Alan Furst novel. We might not even see him. We might 
 only hear his voice. 
 
 That thread kinda dovetails with my other nagging feeling. 
 This concerns the Chilean connection that I mentioned in an
 earlier post. The Cartel gave Gus a pass, while executing his
 partner, because of his mysterious past in Chile. The events
 stick in my mind, like a Chekhov's Gun, because of the way 
 Hector Salamanca spoke of the Chileans either before or 
 after that scene. I believe he referred to them as animals and 
 said *never* trust them. He was possibly speaking to his 
 nephews. Now, given that neither Hector nor his nephews
 were exactly upstanding members of polite society (remember
 when Hector held the kid's head under water in the ice bucket,
 fully prepared to keep him there?) I ask ya. What do you have 
 to be to have *that* cat call yas an animal?
 
 On a more current note, I can't wait to see what happens tonight
 when Walt approaches Declan and crew, alone. This is the first
 season I have viewed BB contemporaneously to its network airing. 
 I'm digging the previews and extras on AMC's website. They get
 me thru the week when I'n jonesin'.  
 
 I wonder if Gilligan is serious when he talks about doing a 
 spinoff around Sal Goodman? He did it with the X-Files.
 
 Sal Goodman. salgoodman. itsallgoodman. It's all good, man. 
 That Vince is a slippery dude.

Great writeup. And good call about Checkhov's Gun. As
you probably have seen by now, we actually see a gun,
prior to it being used. I can say no more.

The thing is, we've already seen another one, in the
first episode of this season, and it's One Big Mutha
of a gun, a 50-caliber machine gun. The moment I saw
that, the first thing I thought of was the end of 
Brian de Palma's version of Scarface. Imagine my
non-surprise when, only an episode or two later, Walt
is watching TV with his son, and that very scene from
that very movie is playing. Say hello to my little
friend. 

Another smoking Checkhov's Gun, it seems to me, is 
the cigarette hidden behind the light switch. There
was simply no reason that a sane person would hang
onto it, and keep it. 

Then again, as anyone watching this season knows by
now, mentioning the word sane in conjunction with
Walter White is now inappropriate to the max. I have
simply never seen a movie or TV character descend so 
completely into narcissomadness as Walt has. 

You know what I found myself thinking about while 
watching this episode, especially the early parts in
which M is taking his money and cutting loose, and
the look on Walt's face as he walks away. And then the
even more deranged look on his face when J tries to 
walk away, and Walt is so desperate not to be left
alone that he tries to blackmail J into staying
by refusing to give him his share of the money. And
then the kicker, when J walks away *anyway*, telling 
Walt

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

2012-08-27 Thread nablusoss1008



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@... wrote:

 Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
 
 Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly? 
 
 This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands of posts 
 and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the values and 
 truths of every statement? For free to any who would post?   
 
 This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and has minds 
 so delicate but iron-stubborn? 
 
 This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual by tying 
 every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each and all to 
 doing this that we do here with mere words?
 
 This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected, Xeno, who 
 is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and generously-available-to-all 
 person, and it is he that you choose to dump on as if he were Edg on his nut 
 buggy?
 
 Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have THIS be 
 here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the vastness of the 
 consciousness of all the generations to come?
 
 Great God Almighty I hope you don't.  
 
 I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and whirls 
 and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat to our 
 slavering dogs.
 
 Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek out from 
 behind the curtain and get real?
 
 But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, at least, 
 pick on me.  
 
 Xeno is gold here.  
 
 He gives his attention.  Don't you get that attention is love, and it doesn't 
 matter what that attention has as its object of consciousness, and that he as 
 if bathes the minds here with his clarity and his kindness?
 
 Can't you feel his vibe?  
 
 Edg


Most definately. Because of his usually sany posts I was surpized that he 
slipped into the abyss. 
BTW, thanks for a well written post ! 

 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Me thinks this xeno fellow ought to get back on his medication :-)

Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

dear Raunchy, oh my gosh!  I thought that was a rapper bro sneaking into 
Bhagambrini to enliven the yogic flyers from Venus.  Hey, do you know that 
really tall woman who teaches Suzuki violin and does mending?  I sit just north 
of her.  Anyway, it would be fun to meet in person.  Wouldn't it?!
Share 




 From: raunchydog raunchy...@yahoo.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 7:03 PM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
 

  


--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote:

 So sweet Raunchy, thanks for posting.Â  Now I know who to wave to in Dome 
 
 PSÂ  When you walk in, I'm on the left side, in the first row behind the 
 Visitors Section 
 

Thanks, Share. If you saw someone this evening in the visitors section wearing 
a navy hoodie and covered in a white blanket, that was me. I'm not easy to spot 
unless you're looking for a lump.

 
  From: raunchydog raunchydog@...
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 12:55 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] For the Birds
 
 
 Â  
 Chi-Chi (male) is on my shoulder. Tu-Tu (female) is on my head. They're Green 
 Cheeked Conures, small parrots. Â  Tu-Tu lays eggs every spring but the eggs 
 are never fertile. Chi-Chi will be without progeny, poor boy.Â  It must be 
 the junk food he eats (not my fault) or maybe he has bad aim...dunno.Â  
 Chi-Chi bites. I'm always on my guard. If he's loose, and I have to answer 
 the phone, I escape to another room and close the door, otherwise he bites 
 after dive bombing the phone, which happens to be next to my ear. 
 
 Chi Chi behaved himself for the picture.Â  He's O.K. if I don't make any 
 sudden moves.Â  It's a love hate relationship. IMO birds are way too messy 
 and belong outdoors.Â  But I have family members who love and care for them 
 more than I do.Â  I've made my peace with it all.Â  If they have just one 
 redeeming quality, I'd say...their feathers are beautifully iridescent in the 
 sunlight.

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in
which all the trees talk Swedish. The repetition of one's
experiences in a single spot year after year is deadly. But, then, so
too is a life without the need of a job and without the plans that one
is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a
subject for his life and however suffocating this time of year may be it
has always been a time when I am happiest, as if the world had become
composed at last.

The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor,

A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.

You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.

The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@...
wrote:

  I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and
cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing.
I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a
great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of
the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to
go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on
Monday that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty
of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold
and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green
and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon
there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the
moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and,
as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there
are a most uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are
covered with bites.
 from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly Stevens
(New York: Knopf, 1966), 233.


I think I should select from my poems as my favorite the Emperor of Ice
Cream. This wears a deliberately commonplace costume, and yet seems to
me to contain something of the essential gaudiness of poetry; that is
the reason why I like it.

from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly Stevens
(New York: Knopf, 1966), 263.
The Emperor Of Ice-Cream
Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal.
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.


  [:x]


 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
 
  Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly?
 
  This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands
of posts and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the
values and truths of every statement? For free to any who would post?
 
  This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and
has minds so delicate but iron-stubborn?
 
  This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual
by tying every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each
and all to doing this that we do here with mere words?
 
  This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected,
Xeno, who is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and
generously-available-to-all person, and it is he that you choose to dump
on as if he were Edg on his nut buggy?
 
  Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have
THIS be here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the
vastness of the consciousness of all the generations to come?
 
  Great God Almighty I hope you don't.
 
  I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and
whirls and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat
to our slavering dogs.
 
  Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek
out from behind the curtain and get real?
 
  But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, at
least, pick on me.
 
  Xeno is gold here.
 
  He gives his attention.  Don't you get that attention is love, and
it doesn't matter what that attention has as its object of
consciousness, and that he as if bathes the minds here with his clarity
and his kindness?
 
  Can't you feel his vibe?
 
  Edg
 
  --- In

Re: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear Merudanda, 
there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus!  And in the Dome 
for 7 and a half hours per day!  So in that sense I am a very minor slogger.

Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running away to a 
place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and one museum of 
natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium press down on this 
pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when grace occurs and I 
surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive heat.  It is a very sweet 
moment.  

Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before 
nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.  This 
possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank you for very non sloggish 
verses.  So beautiful as always...   


Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or tutu who 
are nonetheless probably great flyers 


 From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind boggling
 

  
Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in which all 
the trees
talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot year after 
year is
deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and without the 
plans that
one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a subject 
for his
life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always been a time 
when I am
happiest, as if the world had become composed at last. 

The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor,
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.
You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@... wrote:

 … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross to 
 Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall have 
 to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great sin to 
 indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the crowd are going 
 out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go along. One day is 
 enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it 
 so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. 
 This morning the sea was glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew 
 cloudy later the sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it 
 faired off, as they say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The 
 sky is perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in 
 the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But 
 with all that, there are a most uncalled for number of
 mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
 from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly
Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 233. 


I think I should select from my poems as my favorite the Emperor of Ice
Cream. This wears a deliberately commonplace costume, and yet seems to me to 
contain
something of the essential gaudiness of poetry; that is the reason why I like 
it.
from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly
Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 263.
The Emperor Of Ice-Cream
Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal.
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. 


 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
  
  Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly? 
  
  This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands of 
  posts and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the values 
  and truths of every statement? For free to any who would post? 
  
  This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and has 
  minds so delicate but iron-stubborn? 
  
  This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling


Merudanda, you are the necessary angel of FFL, since in your sight I see 
reality again, cleared of its stiff and stubborn pride-locked set.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, merudanda no_reply@... wrote:

 Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
 cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in
 which all the trees talk Swedish. The repetition of one's
 experiences in a single spot year after year is deadly. But, then, so
 too is a life without the need of a job and without the plans that one
 is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a
 subject for his life and however suffocating this time of year may be it
 has always been a time when I am happiest, as if the world had become
 composed at last.
 
 The palm at the end of the mind,
 Beyond the last thought, rises
 In the bronze decor,
 
 A gold-feathered bird
 Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
 Without human feeling, a foreign song.
 
 You know then that it is not the reason
 That makes us happy or unhappy.
 The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
 
 The palm stands on the edge of space.
 The wind moves slowly in the branches.
 The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@
 wrote:
 
   I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and
 cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing.
 I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a
 great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of
 the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to
 go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on
 Monday that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty
 of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold
 and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green
 and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon
 there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the
 moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and,
 as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there
 are a most uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are
 covered with bites.
  from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly Stevens
 (New York: Knopf, 1966), 233.
 
 
 I think I should select from my poems as my favorite the Emperor of Ice
 Cream. This wears a deliberately commonplace costume, and yet seems to
 me to contain something of the essential gaudiness of poetry; that is
 the reason why I like it.
 
 from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly Stevens
 (New York: Knopf, 1966), 263.
 The Emperor Of Ice-Cream
 Call the roller of big cigars,
 The muscular one, and bid him whip
 In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
 Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
 As they are used to wear, and let the boys
 Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
 Let be be finale of seem.
 The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
 
 Take from the dresser of deal.
 Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
 On which she embroidered fantails once
 And spread it so as to cover her face.
 If her horny feet protrude, they come
 To show how cold she is, and dumb.
 Let the lamp affix its beam.
 The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
 
 
   [:x]
 
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@ wrote:
  
   Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
  
   Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly?
  
   This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands
 of posts and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the
 values and truths of every statement? For free to any who would post?
  
   This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and
 has minds so delicate but iron-stubborn?
  
   This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual
 by tying every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each
 and all to doing this that we do here with mere words?
  
   This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected,
 Xeno, who is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and
 generously-available-to-all person, and it is he that you choose to dump
 on as if he were Edg on his nut buggy?
  
   Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have
 THIS be here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the
 vastness of the consciousness of all the generations to come?
  
   Great God Almighty I hope you don't.
  
   I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and
 whirls and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat
 to our slavering dogs.
  
   Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek
 out from behind the curtain and get real?
  
   But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard,

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

Seems  was praying for the wrong kind of sunshine [:D]  should called
upon a W.S.'s Woman Grace whose name was indeed.(MZ knows)
Desperate.
Should we now rely on an oblique in a complex sense of erotic loss and
resignation and at the same time intensely expressive kind of personal
ontology?
It is only that this warmth and movement are like
The warmth and movement of a woman.

It is not that there is any image in the air
Nor the beginning nor end of a form:

It is empty. But a woman in threadless gold
Burns us with brushings of her dress

And a dissociated abundance of being,
More definite for what she is

Because she is disembodied,
Bearing the odors of the summer fields,

Confessing the taciturn and yet indifferent,
Invisibly clear, the only love.
The Woman in Sunshine by Wallace Stevens

It's time to rest and relinquish control.Through all of this
auspiciousness wherever its light may be seen. with the love
  and the compassion.
all possessions,
all that are enjoyed, are like rainbows in the sky
It's time to rest in mind's full moon - empty awareness, radiant clarity
and never mind the haunted house
The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded centuries.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches tigers
In red weather.t

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@...
wrote:

  I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and
cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing.
I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a
great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of
the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to
go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on
Monday that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty
of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold
and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green
and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon
there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the
moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and,
as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there
are a most uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are
covered with bites.

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
 
  Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly?
 
  This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands
of posts and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the
values and truths of every statement? For free to any who would post?
 
  This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and
has minds so delicate but iron-stubborn?
 
  This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual
by tying every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each
and all to doing this that we do here with mere words?
 
  This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected,
Xeno, who is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and
generously-available-to-all person, and it is he that you choose to dump
on as if he were Edg on his nut buggy?
 
  Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have
THIS be here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the
vastness of the consciousness of all the generations to come?
 
  Great God Almighty I hope you don't.
 
  I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and
whirls and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat
to our slavering dogs.
 
  Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek
out from behind the curtain and get real?
 
  But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, at
least, pick on me.
 
  Xeno is gold here.
 
  He gives his attention.  Don't you get that attention is love, and
it doesn't matter what that attention has as its object of
consciousness, and that he as if bathes the minds here with his clarity
and his kindness?
 
  Can't you feel his vibe?
 
  Edg
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@
wrote:
 
   Me thinks this xeno fellow ought to get back on his medication :-)

[FairfieldLife] Man killed outside Fairfield ( no point but correction)

2012-08-27 Thread WLeed3

See Fairfield Ledger, for more on it if desired, suspect identified   
apprehended.

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

Seems  was praying for the wrong kind of sunshine [:D]  should called
upon a W.S.'s Woman Grace whose name was indeed.(MZ knows)
Desperate.
Should   we not yagya-te nature and should we now more  rely on an
oblique in a complex sense of erotic loss and  resignation and at the
same time intensely expressive kind of personal  ontology?

It is only that this warmth and movement are like
The warmth and movement of a woman.

It is not that there is any image in the air
Nor the beginning nor end of a form:

It is empty. But a woman in threadless gold
Burns us with brushings of her dress

And a dissociated abundance of being,
More definite for what she is-

Because she is disembodied,
Bearing the odors of the summer fields,

Confessing the taciturn and yet indifferent,
Invisibly clear, the only love.
The Woman in Sunshine by Wallace Stevens

It's time to rest and relinquish control.Through all of this
auspiciousness wherever its light may be seen. with the love
  and the compassion.
all possessions,
all that are enjoyed, are like rainbows in the sky
It's time to rest in mind's full moon - empty awareness, radiant clarity
and never mind the haunted house
The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded centuries.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches tigers
In red weather.

Good night everybody [I-)]
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@...
wrote:

 Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear
Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus! 
And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So in that sense I am a
very minor slogger.

 Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running
away to a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and
one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium
press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when
grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive
heat.  It is a very sweet moment.

 Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before
nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.  This
possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank you for very non sloggish
verses.  So beautiful as always...


 Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or
tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers

 
  From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind
boggling



 Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
 cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in
which all the trees
 talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
year after year is
 deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
without the plans that
 one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have
a subject for his
 life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always
been a time when I am
 happiest, as if the world had become composed at last.

 The palm at the end of the mind,
 Beyond the last thought, rises
 In the bronze decor,
 A gold-feathered bird
 Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
 Without human feeling, a foreign song.
 You know then that it is not the reason
 That makes us happy or unhappy.
 The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
 The palm stands on the edge of space.
 The wind moves slowly in the branches.
 The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@
wrote:
 
  â¦ I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday
and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there
sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that
it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near.
Tomorrow several of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish
but I do not intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so
burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might blister
my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea
was glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the
sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as
they say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is
perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in
the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in
beauty. But with all that, there are a most uncalled for number of
  mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
  from Letters of Wallace

[FairfieldLife] Go-Topless-Day in New York

my response to that New York-hater...here's what you're missing, pal!


http://www.reuters.com/article/2012/08/26/us-usa-topless-idUSBRE87P0CT20\
120826?feedType=RSSfeedName=oddlyEnoughNewsutm_source=feedburnerutm_m\
edium=feedutm_campaign=Feed%3A+reuters%2FoddlyEnoughNews+%28Reuters+Odd\
ly+Enough%29

[FairfieldLife] Re: Man killed outside Fairfield ( no point but correction)

And from The NYT: Asked about the police's response to the
confrontation, Mr Kelly said: I believe it was handled well.
As far as the nine people, he said, it appears that all nine of the
victims were struck either by fragments or by bullets fired by police.



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, WLeed3@... wrote:

 See Fairfield Ledger, for more on it if desired, suspect identified 
 apprehended.

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

I know of only one person in this world who would prefer the golden red of 
autumn leaves
To riding her blue bicycle into the Plaza where children gather to sing her 
name.
I know of only one person in this world who would prefer starfish in ocean pools
To romance in Monaco moonlight and candlelight on her face.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, merudanda no_reply@... wrote:

 Seems  was praying for the wrong kind of sunshine [:D]  should called
 upon a W.S.'s Woman Grace whose name was indeed.(MZ knows)
 Desperate.
 Should   we not yagya-te nature and should we now more  rely on an
 oblique in a complex sense of erotic loss and  resignation and at the
 same time intensely expressive kind of personal  ontology?
 
 It is only that this warmth and movement are like
 The warmth and movement of a woman.
 
 It is not that there is any image in the air
 Nor the beginning nor end of a form:
 
 It is empty. But a woman in threadless gold
 Burns us with brushings of her dress
 
 And a dissociated abundance of being,
 More definite for what she is-
 
 Because she is disembodied,
 Bearing the odors of the summer fields,
 
 Confessing the taciturn and yet indifferent,
 Invisibly clear, the only love.
 The Woman in Sunshine by Wallace Stevens
 
 It's time to rest and relinquish control.Through all of this
 auspiciousness wherever its light may be seen. with the love
   and the compassion.
 all possessions,
 all that are enjoyed, are like rainbows in the sky
 It's time to rest in mind's full moon - empty awareness, radiant clarity
 and never mind the haunted house
 The houses are haunted
 By white night-gowns.
 None are green,
 Or purple with green rings,
 Or green with yellow rings,
 Or yellow with blue rings.
 None of them are strange,
 With socks of lace
 And beaded centuries.
 People are not going
 To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
 Only, here and there, an old sailor,
 Drunk and asleep in his boots,
 Catches tigers
 In red weather.
 
 Good night everybody [I-)]
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
 wrote:
 
  Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear
 Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus! 
 And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So in that sense I am a
 very minor slogger.
 
  Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running
 away to a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and
 one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium
 press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when
 grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive
 heat.  It is a very sweet moment.
 
  Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before
 nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.  This
 possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank you for very non sloggish
 verses.  So beautiful as always...
 
 
  Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or
 tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers
 
  
   From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind
 boggling
 
 
 
  Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
  cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in
 which all the trees
  talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
 year after year is
  deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
 without the plans that
  one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have
 a subject for his
  life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always
 been a time when I am
  happiest, as if the world had become composed at last.
 
  The palm at the end of the mind,
  Beyond the last thought, rises
  In the bronze decor,
  A gold-feathered bird
  Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
  Without human feeling, a foreign song.
  You know then that it is not the reason
  That makes us happy or unhappy.
  The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
  The palm stands on the edge of space.
  The wind moves slowly in the branches.
  The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@
 wrote:
  
   â¦ I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday
 and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there
 sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that
 it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near.
 Tomorrow several of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish
 but I do not intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so
 burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might blister
 my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. This morning the

[FairfieldLife] Re: I'm Still Waiting, Robin

I was looking around the Internet for a good brawl to watch over breakfast, and 
what Google Result pops for f'n?

Way to go steve! Punch, kick, get some bottles. Way to go! (I'm so proud).

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, seventhray1 steve.sundur@... wrote:

 
 It was a f'n work of art is what it was.
 
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@
 wrote:
 
  Dear Azgrey,
 
  You are a liar.
 
  But I appreciate your ascetic mortification in holding off until this
 moment before reissuing your absurd and disgraceful and wholly
 counterfeit challenge to me.
 
  Your good buddy,
 
  Robbie Bobbie
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, azgrey no_reply@ wrote:
  
   It really isn't fair of me me send Volumes 45 until you
   have answered Volumes 1-23. Fully. Completely.
  
   While you are at it, please tell the bitter borderline
   personality disordered editor and the cult apologist
   livery girl to stop lying. Your first person ontology knows
   my missives were neither purloined nor pastiche. It is
   unseemly when they prevaricate so.
  
  
   Warmly,
  
   Azgrey
  
   http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FairfieldLife/message/317358
   http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FairfieldLife/message/317360
   http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FairfieldLife/message/317361

[FairfieldLife] The Newsroom comes full circle

Aaron Sorkin's new show started by being attacked mercilessly
before it even aired. I took a stand when it finally *was*
aired, and I got to see the first episode. I've just watched
the tenth, and final, episode of the year. I stand by my
original stand. 

It's good writing, it's good entertainment, it's good acting
and direction, and it's got a pair of balls the size of Mars.

And I'm still betting on it sweeping the Emmy awards, and
sending an enormous FUCK YOU to all of the people who ranked
on it because...because...well...because they have balls the
size of peas, and brains to match. 

It's difficult to make entertainment while conveying a useful
and needed message. It's even more difficult when the very 
people who should be cheering that message on are so petty 
and green with envy that they play shoot the messenger, too.

This was the rap rattled off by Jeff Daniels' Will McAvoy 
during the wrap-up of his last news broadcast of the season, 
over a bottom-of-the-screen bannerline that said Republican 
In Name Only:

* Ideological purity
* Compromise as weakness
* A fundamentalist belief in scriptural literalism
* Denying science
* Unmoved by facts
* Undeterred by new information
* A hostile fear of progress
* A demonization of education
* A need to control women's bodies
* Severe xenophobia
* Tribal mentality
* Intolerance of dissent
* Pathological hatred of US government

They can call themselves the Tea Party, they can call
themselves conservatives, and they can even call them-
selves Republicans, though Republicans probably shouldn't.
But we should call them what they are, the American
Taliban. 

This is the message that real news stations in America
should have been airing as real news last night as the 
Republican Convention opened. Instead, it had to be
aired on HBO, on a show that even Democrats and liberals 
tried to kill. This is one of those days that forces me
to think about America and remember the lines to a great 
Bob Dylan song: 

And you ask why I don't live there
Honey, howcum you even have to ask me that?

[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@... wrote:

 Beautiful story Raunchy, thank you. Â Sad ending, but beautiful story.
 
 At my house, the dog and the cat are finally starting to tolerate each other 
 and once in awhile they come nose to nose. Â The cat, who I was so worried 
 would run off for good (as he would stay out for 2 days at a time when the 
 dog arrived), has finally asserted himself. Â He actually started chasing the 
 terrier around and the other day, they both jumped in my lap. Â Mostly the 
 cat is trying to reclaim his territory. Â I'm on the cat's side :)

Ah, you are a better person than me. Not only do you like both cats and dogs (I 
am most definitely a dog person) you root for the underdog (er, cat). I knew 
there were lots of reasons why I admired you.
 
 
 
  From: raunchydog raunchydog@...
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 10:31 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
  
 
 Â  
 Thanks, Em. The mirror has been in the family a long time, love the porcelain 
 cupids. I'm definitely more of a dog person, they're superior beings in every 
 way, and unlike birds they are fairly predictable. Chi-chi could be happily 
 preening the hair follicles on my head while I'm sitting at the computer, 
 then nip my ear just to be ornery. If I yell, it's just makes him more 
 excitable. Fortunately, he's stick trained to step up on a chopstick that I 
 keep handy. He'll perch on the stick without too fuss so that I can transport 
 him back in his cage when he's been a bad boy.
 
 Some folks just have a knack for bonding with birds. A bird fancier friend 
 sent me a lovely story about a Macaw who bonded with all the members of his 
 family. Perhaps, she thought the story would improve my bird attitude. One 
 can hope. Anyway, thought you might enjoy the story. Charlie's Secret
 http://juliezickefoose.blogspot.com/2011/08/charlies-secret.html
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@ wrote:
 
  Great photo, and that mirror...so fabulous. ÃÂ 
  
  
  
   From: raunchydog raunchydog@
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
  Sent: Saturday, August 25, 2012 10:55 PM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] For the Birds
  
  
  ÃÂ  
  Chi-Chi (male) is on my shoulder. Tu-Tu (female) is on my head. They're 
  Green Cheeked Conures, small parrots. ÃÂ  Tu-Tu lays eggs every spring but 
  the eggs are never fertile. Chi-Chi will be without progeny, poor boy.ÃÂ  
  It must be the junk food he eats (not my fault) or maybe he has bad 
  aim...dunno.ÃÂ  Chi-Chi bites. I'm always on my guard. If he's loose, and 
  I have to answer the phone, I escape to another room and close the door, 
  otherwise he bites after dive bombing the phone, which happens to be next 
  to my ear. 
  
  Chi Chi behaved himself for the picture.ÃÂ  He's O.K. if I don't make any 
  sudden moves.ÃÂ  It's a love hate relationship. IMO birds are way too 
  messy and belong outdoors.ÃÂ  But I have family members who love and care 
  for them more than I do.ÃÂ  I've made my peace with it all.ÃÂ  If they 
  have just one redeeming quality, I'd say...their feathers are beautifully 
  iridescent in the sunlight.

[FairfieldLife] Re: mind boggling



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@... wrote:

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius anartaxius@ 
 wrote:
 
  I suppose I ought respond to a few of these comments
  [about whether Barry is more spiritually advanced 
  than Robin]
 
 Seems like a silly thing to spend one's time 
 discussing, to me. The answer would seem to 
 be obvious. 
 
 Who has the most people reading every single
 word of his posts, and obsessing on them?

You, Barry, you!
 
 Even Robin does this with Barry's posts. Not
 vice versa.

Oh no, never, not Barry. You are the spiritual guide, or North Star, our very 
reason for getting out of bed in the morning. I mean it. One of the first 
things I did was get onto FFL to make sure you had behaved yourself while I 
slumbered. And while I don't read every single word of what you write (lots to 
read there Barry) I do often check to see if you are being particularly mean on 
any given day. But I know its for the good of our evolution, dear teacher.
 
 Duh.

[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

Dear Ann,

I must admit my mistake first, but then realize that it was Fate that
brought me to respond to you in this way.

When I first read your words, and let me repeat them here, as we are
alone:

Ah, you are a better person than me.

I was convinced that you were thinking of me, in that special way that I
like to be though of.

But then, alas there were some words about animals.

Which confused me.

So, is this the secret code that I asked you to devise?

And am I the Dog?

And you the Cat?


[Emily Reyn] Beautiful story Raunchy, thank you. Â Sad ending, but
beautiful story.

  At my house, the dog and the cat are finally starting to tolerate each
other and once in awhile they come nose to nose. Â The cat, who I was
so worried would run off for good (as he would stay out for 2 days at a
time when the dog arrived), has finally asserted himself. Â He
actually started chasing the terrier around and the other day, they both
jumped in my lap. Â Mostly the cat is trying to reclaim his
territory. Â I'm on the cat's side :)

Ah, you are a better person than me. Not only do you like both cats and
dogs (I am most definitely a dog person) you root for the underdog (er,
cat). I knew there were lots of reasons why I admired you.

   From: raunchydog raunchydog@
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
  Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 10:31 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
 
 
  Â
  Thanks, Em. The mirror has been in the family a long time, love the
porcelain cupids. I'm definitely more of a dog person, they're superior
beings in every way, and unlike birds they are fairly predictable.
Chi-chi could be happily preening the hair follicles on my head while
I'm sitting at the computer, then nip my ear just to be ornery. If I
yell, it's just makes him more excitable. Fortunately, he's stick
trained to step up on a chopstick that I keep handy. He'll perch on the
stick without too fuss so that I can transport him back in his cage when
he's been a bad boy.
 
  Some folks just have a knack for bonding with birds. A bird fancier
friend sent me a lovely story about a Macaw who bonded with all the
members of his family. Perhaps, she thought the story would improve my
bird attitude. One can hope. Anyway, thought you might enjoy the story.
Charlie's Secret
  http://juliezickefoose.blogspot.com/2011/08/charlies-secret.html
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@
wrote:
  
   Great photo, and that mirror...so fabulous. ÃÂ
  
  
   
From: raunchydog raunchydog@
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Saturday, August 25, 2012 10:55 PM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] For the Birds
  
  
   ÃÂ
   Chi-Chi (male) is on my shoulder. Tu-Tu (female) is on my head.
They're Green Cheeked Conures, small parrots. ÃÂ  Tu-Tu lays eggs
every spring but the eggs are never fertile. Chi-Chi will be without
progeny, poor boy.ÃÂ  It must be the junk food he eats (not my
fault) or maybe he has bad aim...dunno.ÃÂ  Chi-Chi bites. I'm
always on my guard. If he's loose, and I have to answer the phone, I
escape to another room and close the door, otherwise he bites after dive
bombing the phone, which happens to be next to my ear.
  
   Chi Chi behaved himself for the picture.ÃÂ  He's O.K. if I
don't make any sudden moves.ÃÂ  It's a love hate relationship. IMO
birds are way too messy and belong outdoors.ÃÂ  But I have family
members who love and care for them more than I do.ÃÂ  I've made my
peace with it all.ÃÂ  If they have just one redeeming quality, I'd
say...their feathers are beautifully iridescent in the sunlight.

[FairfieldLife] Re: mind boggling


i do have a lot to learn about irony
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote:

 
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@ wrote:
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius 
  anartaxius@ wrote:
  
   I suppose I ought respond to a few of these comments
   [about whether Barry is more spiritually advanced 
   than Robin]
  
  Seems like a silly thing to spend one's time 
  discussing, to me. The answer would seem to 
  be obvious. 
  
  Who has the most people reading every single
  word of his posts, and obsessing on them?
 
 You, Barry, you!
  
  Even Robin does this with Barry's posts. Not
  vice versa.
 
 Oh no, never, not Barry. You are the spiritual guide, or North Star, our very 
 reason for getting out of bed in the morning. I mean it. One of the first 
 things I did was get onto FFL to make sure you had behaved yourself while I 
 slumbered. And while I don't read every single word of what you write (lots 
 to read there Barry) I do often check to see if you are being particularly 
 mean on any given day. But I know its for the good of our evolution, dear 
 teacher.
  
  Duh.

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

ahhh perfect ...
so i may rest in mind's full moon which shines into the haunting 
darkness of the night -a dispossessed haunted house
and chant the night chant:
The night knows nothing of the chants of night.
It is what it is as I am what I am:
And in perceiving this I best perceive myself

http://vimeo.com/40235412 http://vimeo.com/40235412

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@...
wrote:

 I know of only one person in this world who would prefer the golden
red of autumn leaves
 To riding her blue bicycle into the Plaza where children gather to
sing her name.
 I know of only one person in this world who would prefer starfish in
ocean pools
 To romance in Monaco moonlight and candlelight on her face.

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, merudanda no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Seems  was praying for the wrong kind of sunshine [:D]  should
called
  upon a W.S.'s Woman Grace whose name was indeed.(MZ knows)
  Desperate.
  Should   we not yagya-te nature and should we now more  rely on an
  oblique in a complex sense of erotic loss and  resignation and at
the
  same time intensely expressive kind of personal  ontology?
 
  It is only that this warmth and movement are like
  The warmth and movement of a woman.
 
  It is not that there is any image in the air
  Nor the beginning nor end of a form:
 
  It is empty. But a woman in threadless gold
  Burns us with brushings of her dress
 
  And a dissociated abundance of being,
  More definite for what she is-
 
  Because she is disembodied,
  Bearing the odors of the summer fields,
 
  Confessing the taciturn and yet indifferent,
  Invisibly clear, the only love.
  The Woman in Sunshine by Wallace Stevens
 
  It's time to rest and relinquish control.Through all of this
  auspiciousness wherever its light may be seen. with the love
and the compassion.
  all possessions,
  all that are enjoyed, are like rainbows in the sky
  It's time to rest in mind's full moon - empty awareness, radiant
clarity
  and never mind the haunted house
  The houses are haunted
  By white night-gowns.
  None are green,
  Or purple with green rings,
  Or green with yellow rings,
  Or yellow with blue rings.
  None of them are strange,
  With socks of lace
  And beaded centuries.
  People are not going
  To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
  Only, here and there, an old sailor,
  Drunk and asleep in his boots,
  Catches tigers
  In red weather.
 
  Good night everybody [I-)]
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
  wrote:
  
   Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you,
dear
  Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years
plus!
  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So in that sense I
am a
  very minor slogger.
  
   Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of
running
  away to a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore
and
  one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium
  press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly
when
  grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive
  heat.  It is a very sweet moment.
  
   Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step
before
  nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.  This
  possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank you for very non
sloggish
  verses.  So beautiful as always...
  
  
   Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without
chichi or
  tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers
  
   
From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
mind
  boggling
  
  
  
   Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for
a
   cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests
in
  which all the trees
   talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
  year after year is
   deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
  without the plans that
   one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must
have
  a subject for his
   life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has
always
  been a time when I am
   happiest, as if the world had become composed at last.
  
   The palm at the end of the mind,
   Beyond the last thought, rises
   In the bronze decor,
   A gold-feathered bird
   Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
   Without human feeling, a foreign song.
   You know then that it is not the reason
   That makes us happy or unhappy.
   The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
   The palm stands on the edge of space.
   The wind moves slowly in the branches.
   The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@
  wrote:
   
â¦ I have about decided

[FairfieldLife] Re: Scientific Study: The #1 turnoff for Internet users



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@... wrote:

 A couple of weeks ago I was asked to write an article for his website by
 one of my clients, a provider of cosmetic dental services. He had seen a
 similar article to the one he wanted me to write, headlined Bad teeth
 are the #1 dating turnoff.
 
 I saw that headline and immediately knew something was wrong with it. So
 I went online and looked up large surveys of people to find out what
 their real dating turnoffs were. The responses were what you might
 expect -- being out of work, rudeness, answering one's mobile phone
 while on a date, stuff like that. No bad teeth. The only thing that
 even came close was bad breath.
 
 So I looked up the studies that the original article had claimed it
 was based on and found something interesting. Both studies actually
 *did* conduct surveys of thousands of people, and those people really
 *did* tell them that their #1 dating turnoff was people with bad
 teeth. However, both studies had been paid for and conducted by
 providers of cosmetic dental products or services, and the people they
 interviewed -- their subjects in these studies -- were their own
 clients. Each of them had just paid between five and twenty thousand
 dollars *each* to fix their own teeth and make them look like a movie
 star's.
 
 Classic selection bias. *Of course* they responded by naming bad teeth
 as their #1 turnoff in other people. I had to turn down the writing gig,
 because I couldn't be party to spreading Bad Science so that some
 dentist could make more money.
 
 Anyway, this is just an intro to the rap I feel like writing over my
 morning coffee in this cafe this morning. And I'm not going to pretend
 for a moment that my rap is scientific, or that it represents what the
 general public feels. This rap is selection bias to the max, because the
 only subject being surveyed in this study is moi.
 
 The Internet users polled in this scientific study :-) find that the #1
 thing that turns them off most about other people on the Internet is
 NEEDINESS.
 
 That, for me, is the thing that two groups of people I find boring and
 tedious have in common, the two groups being
 pay-attention-to-me-because-I'm-so-cool narcissistic attention vampires
 and pay-attention-to-me-because-I'm-so-insecure lonely hearts.
 
 If you expect and/or actually *demand* a reply to something you write,
 or feel that people even have a responsibility to read it, you're being
 NEEDY.
 
 If you spend most of your time praising other people and giving them
 strokes in the hope that they'll do the same thing to you, you're being
 NEEDY.
 
 If the number of people you've never met who think you're authoritative
 or wise matters to you, you're being NEEDY.
 
 If the number of people you've never met who seem to like you or
 consider you their friend matters to you, you're being NEEDY.
 
 Free clue: NEEDINESS attracts NEEDINESS.
 
 The only people you're going to attract to yourself by acting this NEEDY
 and insecure are other people just as NEEDY and insecure as yourself.
 You know, the kind of L.A. people who introduce themselves and say,
 Hi...pleased to meet you...what can you do for me?
 
 Fortunately for you, if you tend to act like this yourself, there are a
 LOT of people just like you out there on the Internet, and you're likely
 to accumulate a lot of Facebook Friends or FFL Friends. May you all
 be happy together, and form happy little cliques in which you stroke
 each other off a lot. So to speak.
 
 Me, I'm gonna stick with those who seem to have learned a little
 self-sufficiency along the Way, and who just write stuff and throw it
 out there against the refrigerator door of the Internet. Sometimes it
 sticks, sometimes it doesn't, and whether it gets a response or not Just
 Doesn't Matter.
 
 Those strike me as interesting people. The chronically NEEDY...not so
 much.

Very interesting and telling post. I think it raises some interesting points, 
most of which I disagree with you on. Not so much on the content of what you 
wrote but how you chose to phrase and sometimes skew the words in order to load 
the meaning. Luckily you aren't reading this, you don't NEED to and happily it 
doesn't matter to you whether anyone agrees, disagrees or wants to follow up 
with you on this subject because you don't NEED that either but if you were 
interested in what others thought about this or anything (fortunately you don't 
NEED to know that either) then it could result in an interesting dialogue. Yes, 
there are some relevant and current topics to exchange ideas about here.

[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote:

 dear Raunchy, oh my gosh!Â  I thought that was a rapper bro sneaking into 
 Bhagambrini to enliven the yogic flyers from Venus.Â  Hey, do you know that 
 really tall woman who teaches Suzuki violin and does mending?Â  I sit just 
 north of her.Â  Anyway, it would be fun to meet in person.Â  Wouldn't it?!

Of course it would you two. Now get together!

 Share 
 
 
 
 
  From: raunchydog raunchydog@...
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 7:03 PM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
  
 
 Â  
 
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
 
  So sweet Raunchy, thanks for posting.ÃÂ  Now I know who to wave to in Dome 
  
  PSÃÂ  When you walk in, I'm on the left side, in the first row behind the 
  Visitors Section 
  
 
 Thanks, Share. If you saw someone this evening in the visitors section 
 wearing a navy hoodie and covered in a white blanket, that was me. I'm not 
 easy to spot unless you're looking for a lump.
 
  
   From: raunchydog raunchydog@
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
  Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 12:55 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] For the Birds
  
  
  ÃÂ  
  Chi-Chi (male) is on my shoulder. Tu-Tu (female) is on my head. They're 
  Green Cheeked Conures, small parrots. ÃÂ  Tu-Tu lays eggs every spring but 
  the eggs are never fertile. Chi-Chi will be without progeny, poor boy.ÃÂ  
  It must be the junk food he eats (not my fault) or maybe he has bad 
  aim...dunno.ÃÂ  Chi-Chi bites. I'm always on my guard. If he's loose, and 
  I have to answer the phone, I escape to another room and close the door, 
  otherwise he bites after dive bombing the phone, which happens to be next 
  to my ear. 
  
  Chi Chi behaved himself for the picture.ÃÂ  He's O.K. if I don't make any 
  sudden moves.ÃÂ  It's a love hate relationship. IMO birds are way too 
  messy and belong outdoors.ÃÂ  But I have family members who love and care 
  for them more than I do.ÃÂ  I've made my peace with it all.ÃÂ  If they 
  have just one redeeming quality, I'd say...their feathers are beautifully 
  iridescent in the sunlight.

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote:

 Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear 
 Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus!Â  And 
 in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!Â  So in that sense I am a very 
 minor slogger.
 
 Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running away to 
 a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and one museum of 
 natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium press down on this 
 pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when grace occurs and I 
 surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive heat.Â  It is a very sweet 
 moment.Â  
 
 Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before 
 nirvana.Â  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.

Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have to suffer 
(in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And people spend 7 hours 
in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or something. You should stay all 
day, you might be surprised at what they get up to and it doesn't include 
sitting there with eyes closed, it couldn't!!


Â  This possibility is what keeps me slogging.Â  Thank you for very non 
sloggish verses.Â  So beautiful as always... Â  
 
 
 Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or tutu 
 who are nonetheless probably great flyers 
 
 
  From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind boggling
  
 
 Â  
 Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
 cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in which 
 all the trees
 talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot year after 
 year is
 deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and without the 
 plans that
 one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a 
 subject for his
 life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always been a 
 time when I am
 happiest, as if the world had become composed at last. 
 
 The palm at the end of the mind,
 Beyond the last thought, rises
 In the bronze decor,
 A gold-feathered bird
 Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
 Without human feeling, a foreign song.
 You know then that it is not the reason
 That makes us happy or unhappy.
 The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
 The palm stands on the edge of space.
 The wind moves slowly in the branches.
 The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:
 
  â¦ I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross 
  to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall 
  have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great sin 
  to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the crowd are 
  going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go along. One 
  day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday that another 
  day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this place is 
  indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and intense deep 
  blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and black. Later in 
  the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there was not a cloud 
  in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms 
  are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are 
  drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a most uncalled for number 
  of
  mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
  from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly
 Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 233. 
 
 
 I think I should select from my poems as my favorite the Emperor of Ice
 Cream. This wears a deliberately commonplace costume, and yet seems to me to 
 contain
 something of the essential gaudiness of poetry; that is the reason why I like 
 it.
 from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly
 Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 263.
 The Emperor Of Ice-Cream
 Call the roller of big cigars,
 The muscular one, and bid him whip
 In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
 Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
 As they are used to wear, and let the boys
 Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
 Let be be finale of seem.
 The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
 
 Take from the dresser of deal.
 Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
 On which she embroidered fantails once
 And spread it so as to cover her face.
 If her horny feet protrude, they come
 To show how cold she is, and dumb.
 Let the lamp affix its beam.
 The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. 
 
 
  --- In

[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@... wrote:

 Dear Ann,
 
 I must admit my mistake first, but then realize that it was Fate that
 brought me to respond to you in this way.
 
 When I first read your words, and let me repeat them here, as we are
 alone:
 
 Ah, you are a better person than me.
 
 I was convinced that you were thinking of me, in that special way that I
 like to be though of.

Alas, I was speaking to Emily but potentially it could have been about you.
 
 But then, alas there were some words about animals.
 
 Which confused me.
 
 So, is this the secret code that I asked you to devise?

We could keep them all guessing if I don't divulge it now.
 
 And am I the Dog?
 
 And you the Cat?

Perhaps.
 
 
 [Emily Reyn] Beautiful story Raunchy, thank you. Â Sad ending, but
 beautiful story.
 
   At my house, the dog and the cat are finally starting to tolerate each
 other and once in awhile they come nose to nose. Â The cat, who I was
 so worried would run off for good (as he would stay out for 2 days at a
 time when the dog arrived), has finally asserted himself. Â He
 actually started chasing the terrier around and the other day, they both
 jumped in my lap. Â Mostly the cat is trying to reclaim his
 territory. Â I'm on the cat's side :)
 
 Ah, you are a better person than me. Not only do you like both cats and
 dogs (I am most definitely a dog person) you root for the underdog (er,
 cat). I knew there were lots of reasons why I admired you.
 
From: raunchydog raunchydog@
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 10:31 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
  
  
   Â
   Thanks, Em. The mirror has been in the family a long time, love the
 porcelain cupids. I'm definitely more of a dog person, they're superior
 beings in every way, and unlike birds they are fairly predictable.
 Chi-chi could be happily preening the hair follicles on my head while
 I'm sitting at the computer, then nip my ear just to be ornery. If I
 yell, it's just makes him more excitable. Fortunately, he's stick
 trained to step up on a chopstick that I keep handy. He'll perch on the
 stick without too fuss so that I can transport him back in his cage when
 he's been a bad boy.
  
   Some folks just have a knack for bonding with birds. A bird fancier
 friend sent me a lovely story about a Macaw who bonded with all the
 members of his family. Perhaps, she thought the story would improve my
 bird attitude. One can hope. Anyway, thought you might enjoy the story.
 Charlie's Secret
   http://juliezickefoose.blogspot.com/2011/08/charlies-secret.html
  
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@
 wrote:
   
Great photo, and that mirror...so fabulous. ÃÂ
   
   

 From: raunchydog raunchydog@
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Saturday, August 25, 2012 10:55 PM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] For the Birds
   
   
ÃÂ
Chi-Chi (male) is on my shoulder. Tu-Tu (female) is on my head.
 They're Green Cheeked Conures, small parrots. ÃÂ  Tu-Tu lays eggs
 every spring but the eggs are never fertile. Chi-Chi will be without
 progeny, poor boy.ÃÂ  It must be the junk food he eats (not my
 fault) or maybe he has bad aim...dunno.ÃÂ  Chi-Chi bites. I'm
 always on my guard. If he's loose, and I have to answer the phone, I
 escape to another room and close the door, otherwise he bites after dive
 bombing the phone, which happens to be next to my ear.
   
Chi Chi behaved himself for the picture.ÃÂ  He's O.K. if I
 don't make any sudden moves.ÃÂ  It's a love hate relationship. IMO
 birds are way too messy and belong outdoors.ÃÂ  But I have family
 members who love and care for them more than I do.ÃÂ  I've made my
 peace with it all.ÃÂ  If they have just one redeeming quality, I'd
 say...their feathers are beautifully iridescent in the sunlight.

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

Merudanda, you will always defeat the poetry in my heart, because it will never 
be enough to draw from you the secret of your self-concealment. You have given 
us all of your own desires, and now we think of them as our own. This sacrifice 
known only to you and to all those who know they must not ever try to take your 
knowingness from you. It is a form of obedience that you can never teach us. 
Yet we are obedient just enough for you to give us the language of an 
enchantment whose discipline is too pure for the human tragedy we must live 
again today.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, merudanda no_reply@... wrote:

 ahhh perfect ...
 so i may rest in mind's full moon which shines into the haunting 
 darkness of the night -a dispossessed haunted house
 and chant the night chant:
 The night knows nothing of the chants of night.
 It is what it is as I am what I am:
 And in perceiving this I best perceive myself
 
 http://vimeo.com/40235412 http://vimeo.com/40235412
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@
 wrote:
 
  I know of only one person in this world who would prefer the golden
 red of autumn leaves
  To riding her blue bicycle into the Plaza where children gather to
 sing her name.
  I know of only one person in this world who would prefer starfish in
 ocean pools
  To romance in Monaco moonlight and candlelight on her face.
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, merudanda no_reply@ wrote:
  
   Seems  was praying for the wrong kind of sunshine [:D]  should
 called
   upon a W.S.'s Woman Grace whose name was indeed.(MZ knows)
   Desperate.
   Should   we not yagya-te nature and should we now more  rely on an
   oblique in a complex sense of erotic loss and  resignation and at
 the
   same time intensely expressive kind of personal  ontology?
  
   It is only that this warmth and movement are like
   The warmth and movement of a woman.
  
   It is not that there is any image in the air
   Nor the beginning nor end of a form:
  
   It is empty. But a woman in threadless gold
   Burns us with brushings of her dress
  
   And a dissociated abundance of being,
   More definite for what she is-
  
   Because she is disembodied,
   Bearing the odors of the summer fields,
  
   Confessing the taciturn and yet indifferent,
   Invisibly clear, the only love.
   The Woman in Sunshine by Wallace Stevens
  
   It's time to rest and relinquish control.Through all of this
   auspiciousness wherever its light may be seen. with the love
 and the compassion.
   all possessions,
   all that are enjoyed, are like rainbows in the sky
   It's time to rest in mind's full moon - empty awareness, radiant
 clarity
   and never mind the haunted house
   The houses are haunted
   By white night-gowns.
   None are green,
   Or purple with green rings,
   Or green with yellow rings,
   Or yellow with blue rings.
   None of them are strange,
   With socks of lace
   And beaded centuries.
   People are not going
   To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
   Only, here and there, an old sailor,
   Drunk and asleep in his boots,
   Catches tigers
   In red weather.
  
   Good night everybody [I-)]
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
   wrote:
   
Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you,
 dear
   Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years
 plus!
   And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So in that sense I
 am a
   very minor slogger.
   
Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of
 running
   away to a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore
 and
   one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium
   press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly
 when
   grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive
   heat.  It is a very sweet moment.
   
Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step
 before
   nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.  This
   possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank you for very non
 sloggish
   verses.  So beautiful as always...
   
   
Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without
 chichi or
   tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers
   

 From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
 mind
   boggling
   
   
   
Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for
 a
cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests
 in
   which all the trees
talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
   year after year is
deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
   without the plans that
one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the

[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

Dear Ann,

Of course you were speaking to Emily (guess hubby's around, huh?), but
in our potentially secret place, I need to know that potentially we
could do the private, consensual potentiality?

If husband's around, just signal with left hand.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@...
wrote:



 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Dear Ann,
 
  I must admit my mistake first, but then realize that it was Fate
that
  brought me to respond to you in this way.
 
  When I first read your words, and let me repeat them here, as we are
  alone:
 
  Ah, you are a better person than me.
 
  I was convinced that you were thinking of me, in that special way
that I
  like to be though of.

 Alas, I was speaking to Emily but potentially it could have been about
you.
 
  But then, alas there were some words about animals.
 
  Which confused me.
 
  So, is this the secret code that I asked you to devise?

 We could keep them all guessing if I don't divulge it now.
 
  And am I the Dog?
 
  And you the Cat?

 Perhaps.
 
 
  [Emily Reyn] Beautiful story Raunchy, thank you. Â Sad ending,
but
  beautiful story.
 
At my house, the dog and the cat are finally starting to tolerate
each
  other and once in awhile they come nose to nose. Â The cat, who I
was
  so worried would run off for good (as he would stay out for 2 days
at a
  time when the dog arrived), has finally asserted himself. Â He
  actually started chasing the terrier around and the other day, they
both
  jumped in my lap. Â Mostly the cat is trying to reclaim his
  territory. Â I'm on the cat's side :)
 
  Ah, you are a better person than me. Not only do you like both cats
and
  dogs (I am most definitely a dog person) you root for the underdog
(er,
  cat). I knew there were lots of reasons why I admired you.
  
 From: raunchydog raunchydog@
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 10:31 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
   
   
Â
Thanks, Em. The mirror has been in the family a long time, love
the
  porcelain cupids. I'm definitely more of a dog person, they're
superior
  beings in every way, and unlike birds they are fairly predictable.
  Chi-chi could be happily preening the hair follicles on my head
while
  I'm sitting at the computer, then nip my ear just to be ornery. If I
  yell, it's just makes him more excitable. Fortunately, he's stick
  trained to step up on a chopstick that I keep handy. He'll perch on
the
  stick without too fuss so that I can transport him back in his cage
when
  he's been a bad boy.
   
Some folks just have a knack for bonding with birds. A bird
fancier
  friend sent me a lovely story about a Macaw who bonded with all the
  members of his family. Perhaps, she thought the story would improve
my
  bird attitude. One can hope. Anyway, thought you might enjoy the
story.
  Charlie's Secret
http://juliezickefoose.blogspot.com/2011/08/charlies-secret.html
   
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn
emilymae.reyn@
  wrote:

 Great photo, and that mirror...so fabulous. ÃÂ


 
  From: raunchydog raunchydog@
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
 Sent: Saturday, August 25, 2012 10:55 PM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] For the Birds


 ÃÂ
 Chi-Chi (male) is on my shoulder. Tu-Tu (female) is on my
head.
  They're Green Cheeked Conures, small parrots. ÃÂ  Tu-Tu lays
eggs
  every spring but the eggs are never fertile. Chi-Chi will be without
  progeny, poor boy.ÃÂ  It must be the junk food he eats (not my
  fault) or maybe he has bad aim...dunno.ÃÂ  Chi-Chi bites. I'm
  always on my guard. If he's loose, and I have to answer the phone, I
  escape to another room and close the door, otherwise he bites after
dive
  bombing the phone, which happens to be next to my ear.

 Chi Chi behaved himself for the picture.ÃÂ  He's O.K. if
I
  don't make any sudden moves.ÃÂ  It's a love hate relationship.
IMO
  birds are way too messy and belong outdoors.ÃÂ  But I have
family
  members who love and care for them more than I do.ÃÂ  I've made
my
  peace with it all.ÃÂ  If they have just one redeeming quality,
I'd
  say...their feathers are beautifully iridescent in the sunlight.

[FairfieldLife] Re: Go-Topless-Day in New York

2012-08-27 Thread feste37



Did I hear my name called? Dan, not everything is about sex. 

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@... wrote:

 my response to that New York-hater...here's what you're missing, pal!
 
 
 http://www.reuters.com/article/2012/08/26/us-usa-topless-idUSBRE87P0CT20\
 120826?feedType=RSSfeedName=oddlyEnoughNewsutm_source=feedburnerutm_m\
 edium=feedutm_campaign=Feed%3A+reuters%2FoddlyEnoughNews+%28Reuters+Odd\
 ly+Enough%29

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

yous in Iowa?!?!???

Here, from the hometown press, is every reason that everyone should live the 
way I do:

http://nsfwcorp.com/dispatch/going-postal-empire-state 

[awoelflebater] Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you 
have to suffer (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And 
people spend 7 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or something. 
You should stay all day, you might be surprised at what they get up to and it 
doesn't include sitting there with eyes closed, it couldn't!!

[Share Long]Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, 
dear Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus!Â  
And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!Â  So in that sense I am a very 
minor slogger.

 Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running away to 
a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and one museum of 
natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium press down on this 
pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when grace occurs and I 
surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive heat.Â  It is a very sweet 
moment.Â  

Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before 
nirvana.Â  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.

This possibility is what keeps me slogging.Â  Thank you for very non sloggish 
verses.Â  So beautiful as always... Â  

Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or tutu who 
are nonetheless probably great flyers 
  
  
   From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind 
  boggling
   
  
  Â  
  Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
  cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in which 
  all the trees
  talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot year 
  after year is
  deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and without 
  the plans that
  one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a 
  subject for his
  life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always been a 
  time when I am
  happiest, as if the world had become composed at last. 
  
  The palm at the end of the mind,
  Beyond the last thought, rises
  In the bronze decor,
  A gold-feathered bird
  Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
  Without human feeling, a foreign song.
  You know then that it is not the reason
  That makes us happy or unhappy.
  The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
  The palm stands on the edge of space.
  The wind moves slowly in the branches.
  The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:
  
   â¦ I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and 
   cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I 
   shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a 
   great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of 
   the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to 
   go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday 
   that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this 
   place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and 
   intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and 
   black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there 
   was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full 
   tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge 
   Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a 
   most uncalled for number of
   mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
   from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly
  Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 233. 
  
  
  I think I should select from my poems as my favorite the Emperor of Ice
  Cream. This wears a deliberately commonplace costume, and yet seems to me 
  to contain
  something of the essential gaudiness of poetry; that is the reason why I 
  like it.
  from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly
  Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 263.
  The Emperor Of Ice-Cream
  Call the roller of big cigars,
  The muscular one, and bid him whip
  In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
  Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
  As they are used to wear, and let the boys
  Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
  Let be be finale of seem.
  The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
  
  Take from the dresser of deal.
  Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
  On which she embroidered fantails once
  And spread it so as to cover her face.

[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds


I'm not wearing my Free the Moon shirt today. Look for the guy with Watch 
Out for the NYPD hoodie.

[awoelflebater] Of course it would you two. Now get together! 


In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:

  dear Raunchy, oh my gosh!Â  I thought that was a rapper bro sneaking into 
  Bhagambrini to enliven the yogic flyers from Venus.Â  Hey, do you know that 
  really tall woman who teaches Suzuki violin and does mending?Â  I sit just 
  north of her.Â  Anyway, it would be fun to meet in person.Â  Wouldn't it?!
 
 
  Share 
  
  
  
  
   From: raunchydog raunchydog@
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
  Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 7:03 PM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
   
  
  Â  
  
  
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
  
   So sweet Raunchy, thanks for posting.ÃÂ  Now I know who to wave to in 
   Dome 
   
   PSÃÂ  When you walk in, I'm on the left side, in the first row behind 
   the Visitors Section 
   
  
  Thanks, Share. If you saw someone this evening in the visitors section 
  wearing a navy hoodie and covered in a white blanket, that was me. I'm not 
  easy to spot unless you're looking for a lump.
  
   
From: raunchydog raunchydog@
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
   Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 12:55 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] For the Birds
   
   
   ÃÂ  
   Chi-Chi (male) is on my shoulder. Tu-Tu (female) is on my head. They're 
   Green Cheeked Conures, small parrots. ÃÂ  Tu-Tu lays eggs every spring 
   but the eggs are never fertile. Chi-Chi will be without progeny, poor 
   boy.ÃÂ  It must be the junk food he eats (not my fault) or maybe he has 
   bad aim...dunno.ÃÂ  Chi-Chi bites. I'm always on my guard. If he's 
   loose, and I have to answer the phone, I escape to another room and close 
   the door, otherwise he bites after dive bombing the phone, which happens 
   to be next to my ear. 
   
   Chi Chi behaved himself for the picture.ÃÂ  He's O.K. if I don't make 
   any sudden moves.ÃÂ  It's a love hate relationship. IMO birds are way 
   too messy and belong outdoors.ÃÂ  But I have family members who love and 
   care for them more than I do.ÃÂ  I've made my peace with it all.ÃÂ  If 
   they have just one redeeming quality, I'd say...their feathers are 
   beautifully iridescent in the sunlight.

[FairfieldLife] Re: Go-Topless-Day in New York

You got a lot to learn, Son!


or Ms

or whatever

Will post pictures, promise.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, feste37 feste37@... wrote:

 
 
 Did I hear my name called? Dan, not everything is about sex. 
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@ wrote:
 
  my response to that New York-hater...here's what you're missing, pal!
  
  
  http://www.reuters.com/article/2012/08/26/us-usa-topless-idUSBRE87P0CT20\
  120826?feedType=RSSfeedName=oddlyEnoughNewsutm_source=feedburnerutm_m\
  edium=feedutm_campaign=Feed%3A+reuters%2FoddlyEnoughNews+%28Reuters+Odd\
  ly+Enough%29

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

2012-08-27 Thread Xenophaneros Anartaxius

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@... wrote:

  I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross to 
 Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall have 
 to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great sin to 
 indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the crowd are going 
 out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go along. One day is 
 enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it 
 so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. 
 This morning the sea was glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew 
 cloudy later the sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it 
 faired off, as they say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The 
 sky is perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in 
 the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But 
 with all that, there are a most uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees 
 and wrists are covered with bites.

Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use that help repel 
them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to take some pictures, a long 
walk through a forested area nearby and I got literally hundreds of bites, and 
nothing would repel them. Why bother interacting with people like me, when you 
can enjoy outdoor beauty like this?

Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

2012-08-27 Thread Emily Reyn

Actually, I wrote that.  Dan, are you working?  Two years without work is a 
mark of distinction and the stress starts to rise.  

 From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:24 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

Dear Ann,

I must admit my mistake first, but then realize that it was Fate that
brought me to respond to you in this way.

When I first read your words, and let me repeat them here, as we are
alone:

Ah, you are a better person than me.

I was convinced that you were thinking of me, in that special way that I
like to be though of.

But then, alas there were some words about animals.

Which confused me.

So, is this the secret code that I asked you to devise?

And am I the Dog?

And you the Cat?

[Emily Reyn] Beautiful story Raunchy, thank you. Â Sad ending, but
beautiful story.

At my house, the dog and the cat are finally starting to tolerate each
other and once in awhile they come nose to nose. Â The cat, who I was
so worried would run off for good (as he would stay out for 2 days at a
time when the dog arrived), has finally asserted himself. Â He
actually started chasing the terrier around and the other day, they both
jumped in my lap. Â Mostly the cat is trying to reclaim his
territory. Â I'm on the cat's side :)

Ah, you are a better person than me. Not only do you like both cats and
dogs (I am most definitely a dog person) you root for the underdog (er,
cat). I knew there were lots of reasons why I admired you.

   From: raunchydog raunchydog@
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
  Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 10:31 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

  Â
  Thanks, Em. The mirror has been in the family a long time, love the
porcelain cupids. I'm definitely more of a dog person, they're superior
beings in every way, and unlike birds they are fairly predictable.
Chi-chi could be happily preening the hair follicles on my head while
I'm sitting at the computer, then nip my ear just to be ornery. If I
yell, it's just makes him more excitable. Fortunately, he's stick
trained to step up on a chopstick that I keep handy. He'll perch on the
stick without too fuss so that I can transport him back in his cage when
he's been a bad boy.

  Some folks just have a knack for bonding with birds. A bird fancier
friend sent me a lovely story about a Macaw who bonded with all the
members of his family. Perhaps, she thought the story would improve my
bird attitude. One can hope. Anyway, thought you might enjoy the story.
Charlie's Secret
  http://juliezickefoose.blogspot.com/2011/08/charlies-secret.html

  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@
wrote:

   Great photo, and that mirror...so fabulous. Ã‚Â

From: raunchydog raunchydog@
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Saturday, August 25, 2012 10:55 PM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] For the Birds

   Ã‚Â
   Chi-Chi (male) is on my shoulder. Tu-Tu (female) is on my head.
They're Green Cheeked Conures, small parrots. Ã‚Â  Tu-Tu lays eggs
every spring but the eggs are never fertile. Chi-Chi will be without
progeny, poor boy.Ã‚Â  It must be the junk food he eats (not my
fault) or maybe he has bad aim...dunno.Ã‚Â  Chi-Chi bites. I'm
always on my guard. If he's loose, and I have to answer the phone, I
escape to another room and close the door, otherwise he bites after dive
bombing the phone, which happens to be next to my ear.

   Chi Chi behaved himself for the picture.Ã‚Â  He's O.K. if I
don't make any sudden moves.Ã‚Â  It's a love hate relationship. IMO
birds are way too messy and belong outdoors.Ã‚Â  But I have family
members who love and care for them more than I do.Ã‚Â  I've made my
peace with it all.Ã‚Â  If they have just one redeeming quality, I'd
say...their feathers are beautifully iridescent in the sunlight.

[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

Dear Emily,

When I began to read your comment I was very pleased. Here's Lovely
Emily, writing to destitute, not-working stress-out Dan. A man down on
his luck, lucky enough to have a friend to help him up.

Then I continues, and Emily, I began to note a sense of that Irony. So,
before I open up on you and give you a Taste of What You Really Deserve,
I do want to give you a second chance.

To be that kind and generous person that I first mistook you for.

D

The f'n post was to Ann, AND NOT YOU. Go try and find someone to write
to you at another Forum. Perhaps the Sexual Healing Group.

Don't get me started b... [:)]
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@...
wrote:

 Actually, I wrote that. Â Dan, are you working? Â Two years
without work is a mark of distinction and the stress starts to rise.
Â


 
  From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:24 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds


 Â
 Dear Ann,

 I must admit my mistake first, but then realize that it was Fate that
 brought me to respond to you in this way.

 When I first read your words, and let me repeat them here, as we are
 alone:

 Ah, you are a better person than me.

 I was convinced that you were thinking of me, in that special way that
I
 like to be though of.

 But then, alas there were some words about animals.

 Which confused me.

 So, is this the secret code that I asked you to devise?

 And am I the Dog?

 And you the Cat?

 [Emily Reyn] Beautiful story Raunchy, thank you. Ã Sad ending,
but
 beautiful story.

 At my house, the dog and the cat are finally starting to tolerate each
 other and once in awhile they come nose to nose. Ã The cat, who I
was
 so worried would run off for good (as he would stay out for 2 days at
a
 time when the dog arrived), has finally asserted himself. Ã He
 actually started chasing the terrier around and the other day, they
both
 jumped in my lap. Ã Mostly the cat is trying to reclaim his
 territory. Ã I'm on the cat's side :)

 Ah, you are a better person than me. Not only do you like both cats
and
 dogs (I am most definitely a dog person) you root for the underdog
(er,
 cat). I knew there were lots of reasons why I admired you.
 
From: raunchydog raunchydog@
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 10:31 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
  
  
   Ã
   Thanks, Em. The mirror has been in the family a long time, love
the
 porcelain cupids. I'm definitely more of a dog person, they're
superior
 beings in every way, and unlike birds they are fairly predictable.
 Chi-chi could be happily preening the hair follicles on my head while
 I'm sitting at the computer, then nip my ear just to be ornery. If I
 yell, it's just makes him more excitable. Fortunately, he's stick
 trained to step up on a chopstick that I keep handy. He'll perch on
the
 stick without too fuss so that I can transport him back in his cage
when
 he's been a bad boy.
  
   Some folks just have a knack for bonding with birds. A bird
fancier
 friend sent me a lovely story about a Macaw who bonded with all the
 members of his family. Perhaps, she thought the story would improve my
 bird attitude. One can hope. Anyway, thought you might enjoy the
story.
 Charlie's Secret
   http://juliezickefoose.blogspot.com/2011/08/charlies-secret.html
  
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@
 wrote:
   
Great photo, and that mirror...so fabulous. ÃâÃ
   
   

 From: raunchydog raunchydog@
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Saturday, August 25, 2012 10:55 PM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] For the Birds
   
   
ÃâÃ
Chi-Chi (male) is on my shoulder. Tu-Tu (female) is on my head.
 They're Green Cheeked Conures, small parrots. ÃâÃ  Tu-Tu
lays eggs
 every spring but the eggs are never fertile. Chi-Chi will be without
 progeny, poor boy.ÃâÃ  It must be the junk food he eats
(not my
 fault) or maybe he has bad aim...dunno.ÃâÃ  Chi-Chi bites.
I'm
 always on my guard. If he's loose, and I have to answer the phone, I
 escape to another room and close the door, otherwise he bites after
dive
 bombing the phone, which happens to be next to my ear.
   
Chi Chi behaved himself for the picture.ÃâÃ  He's
O.K. if I
 don't make any sudden moves.ÃâÃ  It's a love hate
relationship. IMO
 birds are way too messy and belong outdoors.ÃâÃ  But I have
family
 members who love and care for them more than I do.ÃâÃ  I've
made my
 peace with it all.ÃâÃ  If they have just one redeeming
quality, I'd
 say...their feathers are beautifully iridescent in the sunlight.

Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

2012-08-27 Thread Emily Reyn

Dan, there was no irony in what I posted to you.  You don't know me well enough 
to render judgment and give me a Taste of What I Really Deserve.  I'm just 
reacting to your words on the page...which say to me that you are frustrated.  
It's not an unusual place to find oneself these days.  

 From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 7:33 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

Dear Emily,

When I began to read your comment I was very pleased. Here's Lovely Emily, 
writing to destitute, not-working stress-out Dan. A man down on his luck, lucky 
enough to have a friend to help him up.

Then I continues, and Emily, I began to note a sense of that Irony. So, before 
I open up on you and give you a Taste of What You Really Deserve, I do want to 
give you a second chance.

To be that kind and generous person that I first mistook you for.

D

The f'n post was to Ann, AND NOT YOU. Go try and find someone to write to you 
at another Forum. Perhaps the Sexual Healing Group.

Don't get me started b...
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@... wrote:

 Actually, I wrote that. Â Dan, are you working? Â Two years without work is a 
 mark of distinction and the stress starts to rise. Â 

  From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:24 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

 Â  
 Dear Ann,

 I must admit my mistake first, but then realize that it was Fate that
 brought me to respond to you in this way.

 When I first read your words, and let me repeat them here, as we are
 alone:

 Ah, you are a better person than me.

 I was convinced that you were thinking of me, in that special way that I
 like to be though of.

 But then, alas there were some words about animals.

 Which confused me.

 So, is this the secret code that I asked you to devise?

 And am I the Dog?

 And you the Cat?

 [Emily Reyn] Beautiful story Raunchy, thank you. Ã‚ Sad ending, but
 beautiful story.

 At my house, the dog and the cat are finally starting to tolerate each
 other and once in awhile they come nose to nose. Ã‚ The cat, who I was
 so worried would run off for good (as he would stay out for 2 days at a
 time when the dog arrived), has finally asserted himself. Ã‚ He
 actually started chasing the terrier around and the other day, they both
 jumped in my lap. Ã‚ Mostly the cat is trying to reclaim his
 territory. Ã‚ I'm on the cat's side :)

 Ah, you are a better person than me. Not only do you like both cats and
 dogs (I am most definitely a dog person) you root for the underdog (er,
 cat). I knew there were lots of reasons why I admired you.

From: raunchydog raunchydog@
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 10:31 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

   Ã‚
   Thanks, Em. The mirror has been in the family a long time, love the
 porcelain cupids. I'm definitely more of a dog person, they're superior
 beings in every way, and unlike birds they are fairly predictable.
 Chi-chi could be happily preening the hair follicles on my head while
 I'm sitting at the computer, then nip my ear just to be ornery. If I
 yell, it's just makes him more excitable. Fortunately, he's stick
 trained to step up on a chopstick that I keep handy. He'll perch on the
 stick without too fuss so that I can transport him back in his cage when
 he's been a bad boy.

   Some folks just have a knack for bonding with birds. A bird fancier
 friend sent me a lovely story about a Macaw who bonded with all the
 members of his family. Perhaps, she thought the story would improve my
 bird attitude. One can hope. Anyway, thought you might enjoy the story.
 Charlie's Secret
   http://juliezickefoose.blogspot.com/2011/08/charlies-secret.html

   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@
 wrote:

Great photo, and that mirror...so fabulous. Ãƒâ€šÃ‚

 From: raunchydog raunchydog@
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Saturday, August 25, 2012 10:55 PM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] For the Birds

Ãƒâ€šÃ‚
Chi-Chi (male) is on my shoulder. Tu-Tu (female) is on my head.
 They're Green Cheeked Conures, small parrots. Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Tu-Tu lays eggs
 every spring but the eggs are never fertile. Chi-Chi will be without
 progeny, poor boy.Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  It must be the junk food he eats (not my
 fault) or maybe he has bad aim...dunno.Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  Chi-Chi bites. I'm
 always on my guard. If he's loose, and I have to answer the phone, I
 escape to another room and close the door, otherwise he bites after dive
 bombing the phone, which happens to be next to my ear.

Chi Chi behaved himself for the picture.Ãƒâ€šÃ‚  He's O.K. if I
 don't make any

[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

Then, Dear Emily please do 'react to the words on the page' AS WRITTEN.
I responded TO ANN to a COMMENT MADE BY ANN.

Next thing Emily is up correcting me, my irony, my life, my attitude and
my judgement. Dear Emily I have very good judgement (if I say so myself)
and I just hate you. Now is that clear? Im don't like that yuo misread
my Posts so that you can then critisize me. You, not only can't
criticize me, but you can't suck my d.

Use some object found around the house. It will help relieve you of that
'frustrated' feeling so common these days.

D

And keep reading, so that you can learn what true ironic writing looks
like (and hint: drinking in the morning is not ironic, so stop it).
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@...
wrote:

 Dan, there was no irony in what I posted to you. Â You don't know
me well enough to render judgment and give me a Taste of What I Really
Deserve. Â I'm just reacting to your words on the page...which say
to me that you are frustrated. Â It's not an unusual place to find
oneself these days. Â


 
  From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 7:33 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds


 Â
 Dear Emily,

 When I began to read your comment I was very pleased. Here's Lovely
Emily, writing to destitute, not-working stress-out Dan. A man down on
his luck, lucky enough to have a friend to help him up.

 Then I continues, and Emily, I began to note a sense of that Irony.
So, before I open up on you and give you a Taste of What You Really
Deserve, I do want to give you a second chance.

 To be that kind and generous person that I first mistook you for.

 D

 The f'n post was to Ann, AND NOT YOU. Go try and find someone to write
to you at another Forum. Perhaps the Sexual Healing Group.

 Don't get me started b...
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@ wrote:
 
  Actually, I wrote that. ÃÂ Dan, are you working? ÃÂ Two
years without work is a mark of distinction and the stress starts to
rise. ÃÂ
 
 
  
   From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:24 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
 
 
  ÃÂ
  Dear Ann,
 
  I must admit my mistake first, but then realize that it was Fate
that
  brought me to respond to you in this way.
 
  When I first read your words, and let me repeat them here, as we are
  alone:
 
  Ah, you are a better person than me.
 
  I was convinced that you were thinking of me, in that special way
that I
  like to be though of.
 
  But then, alas there were some words about animals.
 
  Which confused me.
 
  So, is this the secret code that I asked you to devise?
 
  And am I the Dog?
 
  And you the Cat?
 
  [Emily Reyn] Beautiful story Raunchy, thank you. Ãâ Sad
ending, but
  beautiful story.
 
  At my house, the dog and the cat are finally starting to tolerate
each
  other and once in awhile they come nose to nose. Ãâ The
cat, who I was
  so worried would run off for good (as he would stay out for 2 days
at a
  time when the dog arrived), has finally asserted himself.
Ãâ He
  actually started chasing the terrier around and the other day, they
both
  jumped in my lap. Ãâ Mostly the cat is trying to reclaim
his
  territory. Ãâ I'm on the cat's side :)
 
  Ah, you are a better person than me. Not only do you like both cats
and
  dogs (I am most definitely a dog person) you root for the underdog
(er,
  cat). I knew there were lots of reasons why I admired you.
  
 From: raunchydog raunchydog@
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 10:31 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
   
   
Ãâ
Thanks, Em. The mirror has been in the family a long time, love
the
  porcelain cupids. I'm definitely more of a dog person, they're
superior
  beings in every way, and unlike birds they are fairly predictable.
  Chi-chi could be happily preening the hair follicles on my head
while
  I'm sitting at the computer, then nip my ear just to be ornery. If I
  yell, it's just makes him more excitable. Fortunately, he's stick
  trained to step up on a chopstick that I keep handy. He'll perch on
the
  stick without too fuss so that I can transport him back in his cage
when
  he's been a bad boy.
   
Some folks just have a knack for bonding with birds. A bird
fancier
  friend sent me a lovely story about a Macaw who bonded with all the
  members of his family. Perhaps, she thought the story would improve
my
  bird attitude. One can hope. Anyway, thought you might enjoy the
story.
  Charlie's Secret
http://juliezickefoose.blogspot.com/2011/08/charlies-secret.html
   
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn
emilymae.reyn@
  wrote:

 Great photo, and that mirror...so fabulous.

[FairfieldLife] Re: mind boggling

2012-08-27 Thread Xenophaneros Anartaxius

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Ravi Chivukula chivukula.ravi@... wrote:

 * (Your ambushes, Ravi are particularly inept and unfocused and largely
 self-congratulatory. But then that is Ravi!) *
 
 Oh c'mon now Xenophantoros Anaarchataxius,
 
 You really know how to hurt a person when they are down !!! Show me mercy
 man - god.
 
 I have already made a peace offer. It was dumb, it was stupid of me - every
 one here on FFL has acknowledged that, I have been soundly admonished -
 what else do you want?
 
 Everyone saw the email where I bowed down to your wisdom - your status as
 the Mayan Messiah, the Maitreya of Morons. How would I have to know that
 you were in disguise pretending to be a cold, heartless person using
 neo-advaita platitudes to support the morons with your weak moral stands,
 all the while preparing them for the age of enlightenment? I see your
 sacrifice now and bow down to it.
 
 Please don't hurt me anymore Xenophantoros Anaarchataxius, show me that
 warm heartedness of you that's been the highlight of this past week.
 
 All glory be to Xenophantoros Anaarchataxius, the Greek God incarnated as -
 the Mayan Messiah, the Maitreya of Morons !!!
 
 Love,
 Ravi

Have a nice day Ravi. Being praised and damned is, you know, a characteristic 
of a god. Why are these gods so like us? Like you, like me, our forgotten 
invention? For your information, I know very little about neo-adviata. I 
downloaded a PDF file emptybill posted here a while back and read that. That is 
the extent of my familiarity with the term. Every once and a while you almost 
seem sane. What is it like in there, during a moment where the activity of the 
world about is quieted, and you have nothing to do for the moment. What goes on 
in there, in Ravi. Old feelings trying to slither into awareness? Regrets? 
Thoughts that would speak of better (or worse) times to come? If Ravi were 
silent, what would emerge? A lost love is one of the hardest things to 
experience through.

Things seem like old times, though I have not been here that long. The gang is 
back, except for Curtis. I think I would have liked LB to be here, but that was 
before my time.

Re: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

I gave it a good try, Ann.  But not for this body mind.  Maybe I'm more of a 
karma yogi.

People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in evening.  
Torture, if you ask me.  Spiritual Warriors truly.


But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and she's very 
blissful and grounded and funny, etc.  She says there are others like her and I 
believe her.  


Better one's own dharma.  The dharma of another, though higher, brings danger.

The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.  Want to roller skate around 
Stanley Park 



 From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind boggling
 

  


--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote:

 Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear 
 Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus!Â  And 
 in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!Â  So in that sense I am a very 
 minor slogger.
 
 Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running away to 
 a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and one museum of 
 natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium press down on this 
 pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when grace occurs and I 
 surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive heat.Â  It is a very sweet 
 moment.Â  
 
 Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before 
 nirvana.Â  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.

Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have to suffer 
(in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And people spend 7 hours 
in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or something. You should stay all 
day, you might be surprised at what they get up to and it doesn't include 
sitting there with eyes closed, it couldn't!!

Â  This possibility is what keeps me slogging.Â  Thank you for very non 
sloggish verses.Â  So beautiful as always... Â  
 
 
 Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or tutu 
 who are nonetheless probably great flyers 
 
 
  From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind boggling
 
 
 Â  
 Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
 cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in which 
 all the trees
 talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot year after 
 year is
 deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and without the 
 plans that
 one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a 
 subject for his
 life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always been a 
 time when I am
 happiest, as if the world had become composed at last. 
 
 The palm at the end of the mind,
 Beyond the last thought, rises
 In the bronze decor,
 A gold-feathered bird
 Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
 Without human feeling, a foreign song.
 You know then that it is not the reason
 That makes us happy or unhappy.
 The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
 The palm stands on the edge of space.
 The wind moves slowly in the branches.
 The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:
 
  â€¦ I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross 
  to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall 
  have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great sin 
  to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the crowd are 
  going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go along. One 
  day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday that another 
  day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this place is 
  indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and intense deep 
  blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and black. Later in 
  the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there was not a cloud 
  in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms 
  are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are 
  drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a most uncalled for number
 of
  mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
  from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly
 Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 233. 
 
 
 I think I should select from my poems as my favorite the Emperor of Ice
 Cream. This wears a deliberately commonplace costume, and yet seems to me to 
 contain
 something of the essential gaudiness of poetry; that is

Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

2012-08-27 Thread Emily Reyn

Sorry Dan, the dog and cat words were written by me and I responded.  This is 
a public forum; many respond to others' posts once they hit the page.  I am 
sorry you are so filled with hate towards me and everyone else you've said this 
to.  No, I am not being ironic and I hope you are taking good care of yourself. 
 I read you more literally than not and you lace many of your posts with 
threats of one kind or another.  I find it somewhat unnerving and am 
acknowledging that you seem frustrated at the present time, based on what you 
write only.  



 From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 7:59 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
 

  
Then, Dear Emily please do 'react to the words on the page' AS WRITTEN.
I responded TO ANN to a COMMENT MADE BY ANN.

Next thing Emily is up correcting me, my irony, my life, my attitude and
my judgement. Dear Emily I have very good judgement (if I say so myself)
and I just hate you. Now is that clear? Im don't like that yuo misread
my Posts so that you can then critisize me. You, not only can't
criticize me, but you can't suck my d.

Use some object found around the house. It will help relieve you of that
'frustrated' feeling so common these days.

D

And keep reading, so that you can learn what true ironic writing looks
like (and hint: drinking in the morning is not ironic, so stop it).
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@...
wrote:

 Dan, there was no irony in what I posted to you. Â You don't know
me well enough to render judgment and give me a Taste of What I Really
Deserve. Â I'm just reacting to your words on the page...which say
to me that you are frustrated. Â It's not an unusual place to find
oneself these days. Â


 
  From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 7:33 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds


 Â
 Dear Emily,

 When I began to read your comment I was very pleased. Here's Lovely
Emily, writing to destitute, not-working stress-out Dan. A man down on
his luck, lucky enough to have a friend to help him up.

 Then I continues, and Emily, I began to note a sense of that Irony.
So, before I open up on you and give you a Taste of What You Really
Deserve, I do want to give you a second chance.

 To be that kind and generous person that I first mistook you for.

 D

 The f'n post was to Ann, AND NOT YOU. Go try and find someone to write
to you at another Forum. Perhaps the Sexual Healing Group.

 Don't get me started b...
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@ wrote:
 
  Actually, I wrote that. Ã‚Â Dan, are you working? Ã‚Â Two
years without work is a mark of distinction and the stress starts to
rise. Ã‚Â
 
 
  
   From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:24 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
 
 
  Ã‚Â
  Dear Ann,
 
  I must admit my mistake first, but then realize that it was Fate
that
  brought me to respond to you in this way.
 
  When I first read your words, and let me repeat them here, as we are
  alone:
 
  Ah, you are a better person than me.
 
  I was convinced that you were thinking of me, in that special way
that I
  like to be though of.
 
  But then, alas there were some words about animals.
 
  Which confused me.
 
  So, is this the secret code that I asked you to devise?
 
  And am I the Dog?
 
  And you the Cat?
 
  [Emily Reyn] Beautiful story Raunchy, thank you. Ãƒâ€š Sad
ending, but
  beautiful story.
 
  At my house, the dog and the cat are finally starting to tolerate
each
  other and once in awhile they come nose to nose. Ãƒâ€š The
cat, who I was
  so worried would run off for good (as he would stay out for 2 days
at a
  time when the dog arrived), has finally asserted himself.
Ãƒâ€š He
  actually started chasing the terrier around and the other day, they
both
  jumped in my lap. Ãƒâ€š Mostly the cat is trying to reclaim
his
  territory. Ãƒâ€š I'm on the cat's side :)
 
  Ah, you are a better person than me. Not only do you like both cats
and
  dogs (I am most definitely a dog person) you root for the underdog
(er,
  cat). I knew there were lots of reasons why I admired you.
  
 From: raunchydog raunchydog@
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 10:31 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
   
   
Ãƒâ€š
Thanks, Em. The mirror has been in the family a long time, love
the
  porcelain cupids. I'm definitely more of a dog person, they're
superior
  beings in every way, and unlike birds they are fairly predictable.
  Chi-chi could be happily preening the hair follicles on my head
while
  I'm sitting at the computer, then nip my ear just to be ornery. If I
  yell,

[FairfieldLife] Re: mind boggling

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius 
anartaxius@... wrote:

 Things seem like old times, though I have not been here 
 that long. The gang is back, except for Curtis. 

Ah, I see I'm not the only person to have recognized
the dumbass beneath the dumbass. :-)

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius 
anartaxius@... wrote:

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:
 
   I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross to 
  Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall have 
  to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great sin to 
  indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the crowd are 
  going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go along. One 
  day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday that another 
  day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this place is 
  indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and intense deep 
  blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and black. Later in 
  the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there was not a cloud 
  in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms 
  are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are 
  drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a most uncalled for number 
  of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
 
 Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use that help 
 repel them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to take some 
 pictures, a long walk through a forested area nearby and I got literally 
 hundreds of bites, and nothing would repel them. Why bother interacting with 
 people like me, when you can enjoy outdoor beauty like this?

I'm pretty sure that is an excerpt from a novel there Xeno, but I am not 
literate enough to now which one. Judy...?

Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Go-Topless-Day in New York

uh oh, don't let Shiva Shakti at the deepest level of every cell in your body 
hear you say that 



 From: feste37 fest...@yahoo.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 9:05 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Go-Topless-Day in New York
 

  


Did I hear my name called? Dan, not everything is about sex. 

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@... wrote:

 my response to that New York-hater...here's what you're missing, pal!
 
 
 http://www.reuters.com/article/2012/08/26/us-usa-topless-idUSBRE87P0CT20\
 120826?feedType=RSSfeedName=oddlyEnoughNewsutm_source=feedburnerutm_m\
 edium=feedutm_campaign=Feed%3A+reuters%2FoddlyEnoughNews+%28Reuters+Odd\
 ly+Enough%29

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote:

 I gave it a good try, Ann.Â  But not for this body mind.Â  Maybe I'm more of 
 a karma yogi.
 
 People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in evening.Â  
 Torture, if you ask me.Â  Spiritual Warriors truly.
 
 
 But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and she's very 
 blissful and grounded and funny, etc.Â  She says there are others like her 
 and I believe her.Â  
 
 
 Better one's own dharma.Â  The dharma of another, though higher, brings 
 danger.

No judgment here dear Share. It is just so foreign to me to live that life. I 
do not think less of any that do choose it but I would go stark ravers. But 
since I am forever banned from campus and the Dome I guess I don't have to 
worry about it.
 
 The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.Â  Want to roller skate around 
 Stanley Park 

Then let's do it.
 
 
 
  From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind boggling
  
 
 Â  
 
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
 
  Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear 
  Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus!ÃÂ  
  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!ÃÂ  So in that sense I am a 
  very minor slogger.
  
  Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running away 
  to a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and one 
  museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium press down 
  on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when grace occurs 
  and I surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive heat.ÃÂ  It is a 
  very sweet moment.ÃÂ  
  
  Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before 
  nirvana.ÃÂ  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.
 
 Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have to suffer 
 (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And people spend 7 
 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or something. You should 
 stay all day, you might be surprised at what they get up to and it doesn't 
 include sitting there with eyes closed, it couldn't!!
 
 ÃÂ  This possibility is what keeps me slogging.ÃÂ  Thank you for very non 
 sloggish verses.ÃÂ  So beautiful as always... ÃÂ  
  
  
  Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or tutu 
  who are nonetheless probably great flyers 
  
  
   From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind 
  boggling
  
  
  ÃÂ  
  Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
  cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in which 
  all the trees
  talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot year 
  after year is
  deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and without 
  the plans that
  one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a 
  subject for his
  life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always been a 
  time when I am
  happiest, as if the world had become composed at last. 
  
  The palm at the end of the mind,
  Beyond the last thought, rises
  In the bronze decor,
  A gold-feathered bird
  Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
  Without human feeling, a foreign song.
  You know then that it is not the reason
  That makes us happy or unhappy.
  The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
  The palm stands on the edge of space.
  The wind moves slowly in the branches.
  The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:
  
   Ã¢â¬Â¦ I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and 
   cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I 
   shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a 
   great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of 
   the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to 
   go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday 
   that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this 
   place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and 
   intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and 
   black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there 
   was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full 
   tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge

[FairfieldLife] Re: mind boggling

2012-08-27 Thread Duveyoung

Yeah, I could use me an updating on what L.B. is up to these days.

Anyone got a blurb to share?

Last I heard he was about to publish lecture(s) by Guru Dev that he'd 
translated -- against the actually expressed wishes of Maharishi...if I 
remember correctly.

Anyone?

Edg

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius 
anartaxius@... wrote:
 Things seem like old times, though I have not been here that long. The gang 
 is back, except for Curtis. I think I would have liked LB to be here, but 
 that was before my time.

[FairfieldLife] Re: Go-Topless-Day in New York

Isn't this The Sexual Enlightenment Forum?


must have made the wrong turn somewhere...
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@...
wrote:

 uh oh, don't let Shiva Shakti at the deepest level of every cell in
your body hear you say that


 
  From: feste37 feste37@...
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 9:05 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Go-Topless-Day in New York


 Â


 Did I hear my name called? Dan, not everything is about sex.

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@ wrote:
 
  my response to that New York-hater...here's what you're missing,
pal!
 
 
 
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[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote:

 
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius anartaxius@ 
 wrote:
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:
  
    I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross 
   to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall 
   have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great 
   sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the 
   crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go 
   along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday 
   that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this 
   place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and 
   intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and 
   black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there 
   was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full 
   tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge 
   Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a 
   most uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered 
   with bites.
  
  Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use that help 
  repel them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to take some 
  pictures, a long walk through a forested area nearby and I got literally 
  hundreds of bites, and nothing would repel them. Why bother interacting 
  with people like me, when you can enjoy outdoor beauty like this?
 
 I'm pretty sure that is an excerpt from a novel there Xeno, but I am not 
 literate enough to now which one. Judy...?

Oh Lord, here I am mortified that I wrote now instead of know especially 
since editor literate supreme being Judy is going it read it.

[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

Dearest Emily,

Your apology means everything to me. I appreciate it, and you more than my 
words can say. I am moved to tears. Perhaps you sense that I am a man of strong 
emotion and of strong conviction. That is how I am built, and as I strongly 
believe We are all One, but Different. It is these differences that make life 
so wonderful.

I could drink up you words all day, but don't want to gush here, on what you 
describe as a Public forum.

I do understand, that, a times you find what I write somewhat unnerving, but 
do understand this, those reactions are in the Reader. Thus there is no need 
for you to worry that I may get frustrated at any time. I don't. I may, 
however, at times frustrate others. This has happened. Some say I'm a little 
too Big in my actions, but again, that is how I am built. 6'2 and 200 pounds. 
Call me.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@... wrote:

 Sorry Dan, the dog and cat words were written by me and I responded. Â This 
 is a public forum; many respond to others' posts once they hit the page. Â I 
 am sorry you are so filled with hate towards me and everyone else you've said 
 this to. Â No, I am not being ironic and I hope you are taking good care of 
 yourself. Â I read you more literally than not and you lace many of your 
 posts with threats of one kind or another. Â I find it somewhat unnerving 
 and am acknowledging that you seem frustrated at the present time, based on 
 what you write only. Â 
 
 
 
  From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 7:59 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
  
 
 Â  
 Then, Dear Emily please do 'react to the words on the page' AS WRITTEN.
 I responded TO ANN to a COMMENT MADE BY ANN.
 
 Next thing Emily is up correcting me, my irony, my life, my attitude and
 my judgement. Dear Emily I have very good judgement (if I say so myself)
 and I just hate you. Now is that clear? Im don't like that yuo misread
 my Posts so that you can then critisize me. You, not only can't
 criticize me, but you can't suck my d.
 
 Use some object found around the house. It will help relieve you of that
 'frustrated' feeling so common these days.
 
 D
 
 And keep reading, so that you can learn what true ironic writing looks
 like (and hint: drinking in the morning is not ironic, so stop it).
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@
 wrote:
 
  Dan, there was no irony in what I posted to you. Ã You don't know
 me well enough to render judgment and give me a Taste of What I Really
 Deserve. Ã I'm just reacting to your words on the page...which say
 to me that you are frustrated. Ã It's not an unusual place to find
 oneself these days. Ã
 
 
  
   From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 7:33 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
 
 
  Ã
  Dear Emily,
 
  When I began to read your comment I was very pleased. Here's Lovely
 Emily, writing to destitute, not-working stress-out Dan. A man down on
 his luck, lucky enough to have a friend to help him up.
 
  Then I continues, and Emily, I began to note a sense of that Irony.
 So, before I open up on you and give you a Taste of What You Really
 Deserve, I do want to give you a second chance.
 
  To be that kind and generous person that I first mistook you for.
 
  D
 
  The f'n post was to Ann, AND NOT YOU. Go try and find someone to write
 to you at another Forum. Perhaps the Sexual Healing Group.
 
  Don't get me started b...
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@ wrote:
  
   Actually, I wrote that. ÃâÃ Dan, are you working? ÃâÃ Two
 years without work is a mark of distinction and the stress starts to
 rise. ÃâÃ
  
  
   
From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:24 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
  
  
   ÃâÃ
   Dear Ann,
  
   I must admit my mistake first, but then realize that it was Fate
 that
   brought me to respond to you in this way.
  
   When I first read your words, and let me repeat them here, as we are
   alone:
  
   Ah, you are a better person than me.
  
   I was convinced that you were thinking of me, in that special way
 that I
   like to be though of.
  
   But then, alas there were some words about animals.
  
   Which confused me.
  
   So, is this the secret code that I asked you to devise?
  
   And am I the Dog?
  
   And you the Cat?
  
   [Emily Reyn] Beautiful story Raunchy, thank you. ÃÆ'Ã¢â¬Å¡ Sad
 ending, but
   beautiful story.
  
   At my house, the dog and the cat are finally starting to tolerate
 each
   other and once in awhile they come nose to nose. ÃÆ'Ã¢â¬Å¡ The
 cat, who I was
   so worried would run off for good (as he

Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: mind boggling about LB

He taught English as a Second Language in China for a few years.  Loved it 
there.  Is back now.  I see him around town.  Not sure what he's up to.

 From: Duveyoung no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 10:15 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: mind boggling

Yeah, I could use me an updating on what L.B. is up to these days.

Anyone got a blurb to share?

Last I heard he was about to publish lecture(s) by Guru Dev that he'd 
translated -- against the actually expressed wishes of Maharishi...if I 
remember correctly.

Anyone?

Edg

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius 
anartaxius@... wrote:
 Things seem like old times, though I have not been here that long. The gang 
 is back, except for Curtis. I think I would have liked LB to be here, but 
 that was before my time.

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

Ann,

I really, really believe that you wold LOVE NYC (ignore the New
York-hater here),
I'm strapping on my rollerblades right now. Call me.
[awoelflebater]
No judgment here dear Share. It is just so foreign to me to live  that
life. I do not think less of any that do choose it but I would go  stark
ravers. But since I am forever banned from campus and the Dome I  guess
I don't have to worry about it.

The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.Â  Want to roller skate
around Stanley Park

Then let's do it.
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
 
  I gave it a good try, Ann.Â  But not for this body mind.Â 
Maybe I'm more of a karma yogi.
 
  People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in
evening.Â  Torture, if you ask me.Â  Spiritual Warriors truly.
 
 
  But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and
she's very blissful and grounded and funny, etc.Â  She says there are
others like her and I believe her.Â
 
 
  Better one's own dharma.Â  The dharma of another, though higher,
brings danger.
 
 
  
   From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
mind boggling
 
 
  Â
 
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
wrote:
  
   Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you,
dear Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years
plus!ÃÂ  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!ÃÂ  So
in that sense I am a very minor slogger.
  
   Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of
running away to a place with better climate and at least one good
bookstore and one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity
and tedium press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's
exactly when grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that
oppressive heat.ÃÂ  It is a very sweet moment.ÃÂ
  
   Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step
before nirvana.ÃÂ  Or at least the next step to loving
unconditionally.
 
  Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have
to suffer (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And
people spend 7 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or
something. You should stay all day, you might be surprised at what they
get up to and it doesn't include sitting there with eyes closed, it
couldn't!!
 
  ÃÂ  This possibility is what keeps me slogging.ÃÂ  Thank
you for very non sloggish verses.ÃÂ  So beautiful as always...
ÃÂ
  
  
   Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without
chichi or tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers
  
   
From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
mind boggling
  
  
   ÃÂ
   Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for
a
   cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests
in which all the trees
   talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
year after year is
   deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
without the plans that
   one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must
have a subject for his
   life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has
always been a time when I am
   happiest, as if the world had become composed at last.
  
   The palm at the end of the mind,
   Beyond the last thought, rises
   In the bronze decor,
   A gold-feathered bird
   Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
   Without human feeling, a foreign song.
   You know then that it is not the reason
   That makes us happy or unhappy.
   The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
   The palm stands on the edge of space.
   The wind moves slowly in the branches.
   The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen
maskedzebra@ wrote:
   
Ã¢â¬Â¦ I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday
or Friday and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there
sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that
it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near.
Tomorrow several of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish
but I do not intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so
burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might blister
my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea
was glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the
sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as
they say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is
perfectly clear and the moon full

[FairfieldLife] Rejuvenating News

2012-08-27 Thread Buck

Fairfield.  Word on the street this morning is that there were five new people 
at the Fairfield Ammachi Satsang last nite who have recently moved to 
Fairfield.  They saw the Oprah show video and then moved to Fairfield because 
it is a spiritual place to live.   Some old TM'ers who are Ammachi people also. 
 Moved here, some with families.
 

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Buck  wrote:

 
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
 
  Thanks Buck in Dome down the hill, I'll remember this when I'm tempted to 
  skip evening Dome 
  
  Share in Dome up on ridge also inspired by the heroes and heroesses
 
 yes, many who have come to meditate in the community commonly hold these 
 strong heroic traits.  It is part of what makes Fairfield special and 
 spiritually quite interesting.
 Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti,
 Buck 
 
 
  on FFL who 
  
  defend those with none else
  
  raise teens singlehandedly with humor and compassion
  
  brave taiphoons, earthquakes, death with a big grin and poetry
  face ones past head on ruthlessly and gracefully
  
  create incredible forums and interview cool peeps
  continue to share beautiful crop circles even tho others mock
  give lurkive support and laughter
  
  etc
  Sure I missed someone
  please add to listÂ  
  
  
  
   From: Buck dhamiltony2k5@
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
  Sent: Wednesday, August 22, 2012 4:33 PM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Heroic Fairfield Meditators
   
  
  Â  
  The people who came to Fairfield to meditate
  are they more heroes or bystanders?
  
  Empathy, or care or concern for others, runs high in people with heroic 
  tendencies,
  
  A tendency to frame events positively and expect good outcomes is another 
  hallmark of heroes,
  
  Heroic people also tend to have a strong sense of ethics and above-average 
  coping skillsâa belief in their ability to tackle challenges and beat the 
  odds, research shows.
  
  Values that inspire heroism are often taught in childhood;Â  
  
  http://si.wsj.net/public/resources/images/PJ-BJ215_WORKFA_NS_20120821222902.jpg
  
  WSJ article on traits between heroes or bystanders,
  
  http://online.wsj.com/article/SB1872396390443989204577603341710975650.html#project%3DWORKFAM0822%26articleTabs%3Darticle
  
  
  The courage factor:
  
  http://online.wsj.com/article/SB1872396390443989204577603341710975650.html#project%3DWORKFAM0822%26articleTabs%3Dinteractive

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@... wrote:

 Ann,
 
 I really, really believe that you wold LOVE NYC (ignore the New
 York-hater here),

You are correct, I really, really do love NYC. Coolest place on the planet, 
summer or winter.

 I'm strapping on my rollerblades right now. Call me.
 [awoelflebater]
 No judgment here dear Share. It is just so foreign to me to live  that
 life. I do not think less of any that do choose it but I would go  stark
 ravers. But since I am forever banned from campus and the Dome I  guess
 I don't have to worry about it.
 
 The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.Â  Want to roller skate
 around Stanley Park
 
 Then let's do it.
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
  
   I gave it a good try, Ann.Â  But not for this body mind.Â 
 Maybe I'm more of a karma yogi.
  
   People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in
 evening.Â  Torture, if you ask me.Â  Spiritual Warriors truly.
  
  
   But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and
 she's very blissful and grounded and funny, etc.Â  She says there are
 others like her and I believe her.Â
  
  
   Better one's own dharma.Â  The dharma of another, though higher,
 brings danger.
  
  
   
From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
 mind boggling
  
  
   Â
  
  
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
 wrote:
   
Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you,
 dear Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years
 plus!ÃÂ  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!ÃÂ  So
 in that sense I am a very minor slogger.
   
Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of
 running away to a place with better climate and at least one good
 bookstore and one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity
 and tedium press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's
 exactly when grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that
 oppressive heat.ÃÂ  It is a very sweet moment.ÃÂ
   
Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step
 before nirvana.ÃÂ  Or at least the next step to loving
 unconditionally.
  
   Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have
 to suffer (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And
 people spend 7 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or
 something. You should stay all day, you might be surprised at what they
 get up to and it doesn't include sitting there with eyes closed, it
 couldn't!!
  
   ÃÂ  This possibility is what keeps me slogging.ÃÂ  Thank
 you for very non sloggish verses.ÃÂ  So beautiful as always...
 ÃÂ
   
   
Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without
 chichi or tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers
   

 From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
 mind boggling
   
   
ÃÂ
Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for
 a
cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests
 in which all the trees
talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
 year after year is
deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
 without the plans that
one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must
 have a subject for his
life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has
 always been a time when I am
happiest, as if the world had become composed at last.
   
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor,
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.
You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen
 maskedzebra@ wrote:

 Ã¢â¬Â¦ I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday
 or Friday and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there
 sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that
 it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near.
 Tomorrow several of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish
 but I do not intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so
 burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might blister
 my skin. The beauty of

[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

Dan, your respone to Emily is clearly abusive. Apologize. I'm no fan of Barry's 
but you were abusive to him as well. Threatening Barry as you did, caused me to 
weary of you. I'm not going to let this post slide by. IMO you're misogynistic 
comments to Em should have you censored.   We criticize each other around here, 
but most folks do have a sense of what's over the top. I don't think you do. If 
you had given her a chance, Emily of all people would have givened you a 
sympathic ear about being out of work and the frustrations it can cause in 
one's life. You just lost a fiend in Emily. PIty. 
 

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@... wrote:

 Then, Dear Emily please do 'react to the words on the page' AS WRITTEN.
 I responded TO ANN to a COMMENT MADE BY ANN.
 
 Next thing Emily is up correcting me, my irony, my life, my attitude and
 my judgement. Dear Emily I have very good judgement (if I say so myself)
 and I just hate you. Now is that clear? Im don't like that yuo misread
 my Posts so that you can then critisize me. You, not only can't
 criticize me, but you can't suck my d.
 
 Use some object found around the house. It will help relieve you of that
 'frustrated' feeling so common these days.
 
 D
 
 And keep reading, so that you can learn what true ironic writing looks
 like (and hint: drinking in the morning is not ironic, so stop it).
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@
 wrote:
 
  Dan, there was no irony in what I posted to you. Â You don't know
 me well enough to render judgment and give me a Taste of What I Really
 Deserve. Â I'm just reacting to your words on the page...which say
 to me that you are frustrated. Â It's not an unusual place to find
 oneself these days. Â
 
 
  
   From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 7:33 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
 
 
  Â
  Dear Emily,
 
  When I began to read your comment I was very pleased. Here's Lovely
 Emily, writing to destitute, not-working stress-out Dan. A man down on
 his luck, lucky enough to have a friend to help him up.
 
  Then I continues, and Emily, I began to note a sense of that Irony.
 So, before I open up on you and give you a Taste of What You Really
 Deserve, I do want to give you a second chance.
 
  To be that kind and generous person that I first mistook you for.
 
  D
 
  The f'n post was to Ann, AND NOT YOU. Go try and find someone to write
 to you at another Forum. Perhaps the Sexual Healing Group.
 
  Don't get me started b...
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@ wrote:
  
   Actually, I wrote that. ÃÂ Dan, are you working? ÃÂ Two
 years without work is a mark of distinction and the stress starts to
 rise. ÃÂ
  
  
   
From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:24 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
  
  
   ÃÂ
   Dear Ann,
  
   I must admit my mistake first, but then realize that it was Fate
 that
   brought me to respond to you in this way.
  
   When I first read your words, and let me repeat them here, as we are
   alone:
  
   Ah, you are a better person than me.
  
   I was convinced that you were thinking of me, in that special way
 that I
   like to be though of.
  
   But then, alas there were some words about animals.
  
   Which confused me.
  
   So, is this the secret code that I asked you to devise?
  
   And am I the Dog?
  
   And you the Cat?
  
   [Emily Reyn] Beautiful story Raunchy, thank you. Ãâ Sad
 ending, but
   beautiful story.
  
   At my house, the dog and the cat are finally starting to tolerate
 each
   other and once in awhile they come nose to nose. Ãâ The
 cat, who I was
   so worried would run off for good (as he would stay out for 2 days
 at a
   time when the dog arrived), has finally asserted himself.
 Ãâ He
   actually started chasing the terrier around and the other day, they
 both
   jumped in my lap. Ãâ Mostly the cat is trying to reclaim
 his
   territory. Ãâ I'm on the cat's side :)
  
   Ah, you are a better person than me. Not only do you like both cats
 and
   dogs (I am most definitely a dog person) you root for the underdog
 (er,
   cat). I knew there were lots of reasons why I admired you.
   
  From: raunchydog raunchydog@
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
 Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 10:31 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds


 Ãâ
 Thanks, Em. The mirror has been in the family a long time, love
 the
   porcelain cupids. I'm definitely more of a dog person, they're
 superior
   beings in every way, and unlike birds they are fairly predictable.
   Chi-chi could be happily preening the hair follicles on my head
 while
   I'm sitting at the

[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds


After I posted this, I see that you have accepted Emily's apology. I did not 
see you apologize to her, however, only make excuses for yourself.  
 
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@... wrote:

 Dan, your respone to Emily is clearly abusive. Apologize. I'm no fan of 
 Barry's but you were abusive to him as well. Threatening Barry as you did, 
 caused me to weary of you. I'm not going to let this post slide by. IMO 
 you're misogynistic comments to Em should have you censored.   We criticize 
 each other around here, but most folks do have a sense of what's over the 
 top. I don't think you do. If you had given her a chance, Emily of all people 
 would have givened you a sympathic ear about being out of work and the 
 frustrations it can cause in one's life. You just lost a fiend in Emily. 
 PIty. 
  
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Then, Dear Emily please do 'react to the words on the page' AS WRITTEN.
  I responded TO ANN to a COMMENT MADE BY ANN.
  
  Next thing Emily is up correcting me, my irony, my life, my attitude and
  my judgement. Dear Emily I have very good judgement (if I say so myself)
  and I just hate you. Now is that clear? Im don't like that yuo misread
  my Posts so that you can then critisize me. You, not only can't
  criticize me, but you can't suck my d.
  
  Use some object found around the house. It will help relieve you of that
  'frustrated' feeling so common these days.
  
  D
  
  And keep reading, so that you can learn what true ironic writing looks
  like (and hint: drinking in the morning is not ironic, so stop it).
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@
  wrote:
  
   Dan, there was no irony in what I posted to you. Â You don't know
  me well enough to render judgment and give me a Taste of What I Really
  Deserve. Â I'm just reacting to your words on the page...which say
  to me that you are frustrated. Â It's not an unusual place to find
  oneself these days. Â
  
  
   
From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 7:33 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
  
  
   Â
   Dear Emily,
  
   When I began to read your comment I was very pleased. Here's Lovely
  Emily, writing to destitute, not-working stress-out Dan. A man down on
  his luck, lucky enough to have a friend to help him up.
  
   Then I continues, and Emily, I began to note a sense of that Irony.
  So, before I open up on you and give you a Taste of What You Really
  Deserve, I do want to give you a second chance.
  
   To be that kind and generous person that I first mistook you for.
  
   D
  
   The f'n post was to Ann, AND NOT YOU. Go try and find someone to write
  to you at another Forum. Perhaps the Sexual Healing Group.
  
   Don't get me started b...
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@ wrote:
   
Actually, I wrote that. ÃÂ Dan, are you working? ÃÂ Two
  years without work is a mark of distinction and the stress starts to
  rise. ÃÂ
   
   

 From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:24 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
   
   
ÃÂ
Dear Ann,
   
I must admit my mistake first, but then realize that it was Fate
  that
brought me to respond to you in this way.
   
When I first read your words, and let me repeat them here, as we are
alone:
   
Ah, you are a better person than me.
   
I was convinced that you were thinking of me, in that special way
  that I
like to be though of.
   
But then, alas there were some words about animals.
   
Which confused me.
   
So, is this the secret code that I asked you to devise?
   
And am I the Dog?
   
And you the Cat?
   
[Emily Reyn] Beautiful story Raunchy, thank you. Ãâ Sad
  ending, but
beautiful story.
   
At my house, the dog and the cat are finally starting to tolerate
  each
other and once in awhile they come nose to nose. Ãâ The
  cat, who I was
so worried would run off for good (as he would stay out for 2 days
  at a
time when the dog arrived), has finally asserted himself.
  Ãâ He
actually started chasing the terrier around and the other day, they
  both
jumped in my lap. Ãâ Mostly the cat is trying to reclaim
  his
territory. Ãâ I'm on the cat's side :)
   
Ah, you are a better person than me. Not only do you like both cats
  and
dogs (I am most definitely a dog person) you root for the underdog
  (er,
cat). I knew there were lots of reasons why I admired you.

   From: raunchydog raunchydog@
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
  Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 10:31 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

2012-08-27 Thread authfriend

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote:
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius anartaxius@ 
 wrote:
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:
  
    I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross 
   to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall 
   have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great 
   sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the 
   crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go 
   along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday 
   that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this 
   place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and 
   intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and 
   black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there 
   was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full 
   tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge 
   Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a 
   most uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered 
   with bites.
  
  Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use that help 
  repel them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to take some 
  pictures, a long walk through a forested area nearby and I got literally 
  hundreds of bites, and nothing would repel them. Why bother interacting 
  with people like me, when you can enjoy outdoor beauty like this?
 
 I'm pretty sure that is an excerpt from a novel there Xeno,
 but I am not literate enough to now which one. Judy...?

merudanda identified it as an excerpt from a letter of
Wallace Stevens. I suspect Xeno's response is intended
as an attempt to join the Irony Club hereabouts.

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling


call me

winter, summer, rainy season, dry spell (especially then).

The Now Changed for Good by the Goodness and Kindness I found here on FFL.
[awoelflebater]You are correct, I really, really do love NYC. Coolest place on 
the planet, summer or winter.

[danfriedman2002] Ann, I really, really believe that you wold LOVE NYC (ignore 
the New York-hater here), I'm strapping on my rollerblades right now. Call me.


  [awoelflebater]
  No judgment here dear Share. It is just so foreign to me to live  that
  life. I do not think less of any that do choose it but I would go  stark
  ravers. But since I am forever banned from campus and the Dome I  guess
  I don't have to worry about it.
  
  The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.Â  Want to roller skate
  around Stanley Park
  
  Then let's do it.
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
   
I gave it a good try, Ann.Â  But not for this body mind.Â 
  Maybe I'm more of a karma yogi.
   
People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in
  evening.Â  Torture, if you ask me.Â  Spiritual Warriors truly.
   
   
But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and
  she's very blissful and grounded and funny, etc.Â  She says there are
  others like her and I believe her.Â
   
   
Better one's own dharma.Â  The dharma of another, though higher,
  brings danger.
   
   

 From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
  mind boggling
   
   
Â
   
   
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
  wrote:

 Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you,
  dear Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years
  plus!ÃÂ  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!ÃÂ  So
  in that sense I am a very minor slogger.

 Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of
  running away to a place with better climate and at least one good
  bookstore and one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity
  and tedium press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's
  exactly when grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that
  oppressive heat.ÃÂ  It is a very sweet moment.ÃÂ

 Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step
  before nirvana.ÃÂ  Or at least the next step to loving
  unconditionally.
   
Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have
  to suffer (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And
  people spend 7 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or
  something. You should stay all day, you might be surprised at what they
  get up to and it doesn't include sitting there with eyes closed, it
  couldn't!!
   
ÃÂ  This possibility is what keeps me slogging.ÃÂ  Thank
  you for very non sloggish verses.ÃÂ  So beautiful as always...
  ÃÂ


 Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without
  chichi or tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers

 
  From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
  mind boggling


 ÃÂ
 Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for
  a
 cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests
  in which all the trees
 talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
  year after year is
 deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
  without the plans that
 one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must
  have a subject for his
 life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has
  always been a time when I am
 happiest, as if the world had become composed at last.

 The palm at the end of the mind,
 Beyond the last thought, rises
 In the bronze decor,
 A gold-feathered bird
 Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
 Without human feeling, a foreign song.
 You know then that it is not the reason
 That makes us happy or unhappy.
 The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
 The palm stands on the edge of space.
 The wind moves slowly in the branches.
 The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen
  maskedzebra@ wrote:
 
  Ã¢â¬Â¦ I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday
  or Friday and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there
  sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that
  it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near.
  Tomorrow several of the

[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

 Dear raunchydog (I never in my life thought that I would be typing those 
words),

I wrote the Apology that I thought Emily would like. Do I need to write the 
Apology That Ms Raunchy would like now? What would That Apology say? Can you 
please write out That Apology, and I will sign it.

I'm feeling The Love,
Dan
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@... wrote:

 
 After I posted this, I see that you have accepted Emily's apology. I did not 
 see you apologize to her, however, only make excuses for yourself.  
  
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@ wrote:
 
  Dan, your respone to Emily is clearly abusive. Apologize. I'm no fan of 
  Barry's but you were abusive to him as well. Threatening Barry as you did, 
  caused me to weary of you. I'm not going to let this post slide by. IMO 
  you're misogynistic comments to Em should have you censored.   We criticize 
  each other around here, but most folks do have a sense of what's over the 
  top. I don't think you do. If you had given her a chance, Emily of all 
  people would have givened you a sympathic ear about being out of work and 
  the frustrations it can cause in one's life. You just lost a fiend in 
  Emily. PIty. 
   
  
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@ wrote:
  
   Then, Dear Emily please do 'react to the words on the page' AS WRITTEN.
   I responded TO ANN to a COMMENT MADE BY ANN.
   
   Next thing Emily is up correcting me, my irony, my life, my attitude and
   my judgement. Dear Emily I have very good judgement (if I say so myself)
   and I just hate you. Now is that clear? Im don't like that yuo misread
   my Posts so that you can then critisize me. You, not only can't
   criticize me, but you can't suck my d.
   
   Use some object found around the house. It will help relieve you of that
   'frustrated' feeling so common these days.
   
   D
   
   And keep reading, so that you can learn what true ironic writing looks
   like (and hint: drinking in the morning is not ironic, so stop it).
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@
   wrote:
   
Dan, there was no irony in what I posted to you. Â You don't know
   me well enough to render judgment and give me a Taste of What I Really
   Deserve. Â I'm just reacting to your words on the page...which say
   to me that you are frustrated. Â It's not an unusual place to find
   oneself these days. Â
   
   

 From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 7:33 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
   
   
Â
Dear Emily,
   
When I began to read your comment I was very pleased. Here's Lovely
   Emily, writing to destitute, not-working stress-out Dan. A man down on
   his luck, lucky enough to have a friend to help him up.
   
Then I continues, and Emily, I began to note a sense of that Irony.
   So, before I open up on you and give you a Taste of What You Really
   Deserve, I do want to give you a second chance.
   
To be that kind and generous person that I first mistook you for.
   
D
   
The f'n post was to Ann, AND NOT YOU. Go try and find someone to write
   to you at another Forum. Perhaps the Sexual Healing Group.
   
Don't get me started b...
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@ wrote:

 Actually, I wrote that. ÃÂ Dan, are you working? ÃÂ Two
   years without work is a mark of distinction and the stress starts to
   rise. ÃÂ


 
  From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:24 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds


 ÃÂ
 Dear Ann,

 I must admit my mistake first, but then realize that it was Fate
   that
 brought me to respond to you in this way.

 When I first read your words, and let me repeat them here, as we are
 alone:

 Ah, you are a better person than me.

 I was convinced that you were thinking of me, in that special way
   that I
 like to be though of.

 But then, alas there were some words about animals.

 Which confused me.

 So, is this the secret code that I asked you to devise?

 And am I the Dog?

 And you the Cat?

 [Emily Reyn] Beautiful story Raunchy, thank you. Ãâ Sad
   ending, but
 beautiful story.

 At my house, the dog and the cat are finally starting to tolerate
   each
 other and once in awhile they come nose to nose. Ãâ The
   cat, who I was
 so worried would run off for good (as he would stay out for 2 days
   at a
 time when the dog arrived), has finally asserted himself.
   Ãâ He
 actually started chasing the terrier around and the other day, they
   both
 jumped in my lap.

[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@... wrote:

  Dear raunchydog (I never in my life thought that I would be typing those 
 words),
 
 I wrote the Apology that I thought Emily would like. Do I need to write the 
 Apology That Ms Raunchy would like now? What would That Apology say? Can you 
 please write out That Apology, and I will sign it.
 
 I'm feeling The Love,
 Dan

I've got your number, Dan. I won't be calling.

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@ wrote:
 
  
  After I posted this, I see that you have accepted Emily's apology. I did 
  not see you apologize to her, however, only make excuses for yourself.  
   
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@ wrote:
  
   Dan, your respone to Emily is clearly abusive. Apologize. I'm no fan of 
   Barry's but you were abusive to him as well. Threatening Barry as you 
   did, caused me to weary of you. I'm not going to let this post slide by. 
   IMO you're misogynistic comments to Em should have you censored.   We 
   criticize each other around here, but most folks do have a sense of 
   what's over the top. I don't think you do. If you had given her a chance, 
   Emily of all people would have givened you a sympathic ear about being 
   out of work and the frustrations it can cause in one's life. You just 
   lost a fiend in Emily. PIty. 

   
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@ wrote:
   
Then, Dear Emily please do 'react to the words on the page' AS WRITTEN.
I responded TO ANN to a COMMENT MADE BY ANN.

Next thing Emily is up correcting me, my irony, my life, my attitude and
my judgement. Dear Emily I have very good judgement (if I say so myself)
and I just hate you. Now is that clear? Im don't like that yuo misread
my Posts so that you can then critisize me. You, not only can't
criticize me, but you can't suck my d.

Use some object found around the house. It will help relieve you of that
'frustrated' feeling so common these days.

D

And keep reading, so that you can learn what true ironic writing looks
like (and hint: drinking in the morning is not ironic, so stop it).
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@
wrote:

 Dan, there was no irony in what I posted to you. Â You don't know
me well enough to render judgment and give me a Taste of What I Really
Deserve. Â I'm just reacting to your words on the page...which say
to me that you are frustrated. Â It's not an unusual place to find
oneself these days. Â


 
  From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 7:33 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds


 Â
 Dear Emily,

 When I began to read your comment I was very pleased. Here's Lovely
Emily, writing to destitute, not-working stress-out Dan. A man down on
his luck, lucky enough to have a friend to help him up.

 Then I continues, and Emily, I began to note a sense of that Irony.
So, before I open up on you and give you a Taste of What You Really
Deserve, I do want to give you a second chance.

 To be that kind and generous person that I first mistook you for.

 D

 The f'n post was to Ann, AND NOT YOU. Go try and find someone to write
to you at another Forum. Perhaps the Sexual Healing Group.

 Don't get me started b...
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@ wrote:
 
  Actually, I wrote that. ÃÂ Dan, are you working? ÃÂ Two
years without work is a mark of distinction and the stress starts to
rise. ÃÂ
 
 
  
   From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:24 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
 
 
  ÃÂ
  Dear Ann,
 
  I must admit my mistake first, but then realize that it was Fate
that
  brought me to respond to you in this way.
 
  When I first read your words, and let me repeat them here, as we are
  alone:
 
  Ah, you are a better person than me.
 
  I was convinced that you were thinking of me, in that special way
that I
  like to be though of.
 
  But then, alas there were some words about animals.
 
  Which confused me.
 
  So, is this the secret code that I asked you to devise?
 
  And am I the Dog?
 
  And you the Cat?
 
  [Emily Reyn] Beautiful story Raunchy, thank you. Ãâ Sad
ending, but
  beautiful story.
 
  At my house, the dog and the cat are finally starting to tolerate
each
  other and once in awhile they come nose to nose. Ãâ The
cat, who I was
  so

[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

no?

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@... wrote:

 
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@ wrote:
 
   Dear raunchydog (I never in my life thought that I would be typing those 
  words),
  
  I wrote the Apology that I thought Emily would like. Do I need to write the 
  Apology That Ms Raunchy would like now? What would That Apology say? Can 
  you please write out That Apology, and I will sign it.
  
  I'm feeling The Love,
  Dan
 
 I've got your number, Dan. I won't be calling.
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@ wrote:
  
   
   After I posted this, I see that you have accepted Emily's apology. I did 
   not see you apologize to her, however, only make excuses for yourself.  

   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@ wrote:
   
Dan, your respone to Emily is clearly abusive. Apologize. I'm no fan of 
Barry's but you were abusive to him as well. Threatening Barry as you 
did, caused me to weary of you. I'm not going to let this post slide 
by. IMO you're misogynistic comments to Em should have you censored.   
We criticize each other around here, but most folks do have a sense of 
what's over the top. I don't think you do. If you had given her a 
chance, Emily of all people would have givened you a sympathic ear 
about being out of work and the frustrations it can cause in one's 
life. You just lost a fiend in Emily. PIty. 
 

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@ wrote:

 Then, Dear Emily please do 'react to the words on the page' AS 
 WRITTEN.
 I responded TO ANN to a COMMENT MADE BY ANN.
 
 Next thing Emily is up correcting me, my irony, my life, my attitude 
 and
 my judgement. Dear Emily I have very good judgement (if I say so 
 myself)
 and I just hate you. Now is that clear? Im don't like that yuo misread
 my Posts so that you can then critisize me. You, not only can't
 criticize me, but you can't suck my d.
 
 Use some object found around the house. It will help relieve you of 
 that
 'frustrated' feeling so common these days.
 
 D
 
 And keep reading, so that you can learn what true ironic writing looks
 like (and hint: drinking in the morning is not ironic, so stop it).
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@
 wrote:
 
  Dan, there was no irony in what I posted to you. Â You don't know
 me well enough to render judgment and give me a Taste of What I 
 Really
 Deserve. Â I'm just reacting to your words on the page...which say
 to me that you are frustrated. Â It's not an unusual place to find
 oneself these days. Â
 
 
  
   From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 7:33 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
 
 
  Â
  Dear Emily,
 
  When I began to read your comment I was very pleased. Here's Lovely
 Emily, writing to destitute, not-working stress-out Dan. A man down on
 his luck, lucky enough to have a friend to help him up.
 
  Then I continues, and Emily, I began to note a sense of that Irony.
 So, before I open up on you and give you a Taste of What You Really
 Deserve, I do want to give you a second chance.
 
  To be that kind and generous person that I first mistook you for.
 
  D
 
  The f'n post was to Ann, AND NOT YOU. Go try and find someone to 
  write
 to you at another Forum. Perhaps the Sexual Healing Group.
 
  Don't get me started b...
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@ 
  wrote:
  
   Actually, I wrote that. ÃÂ Dan, are you working? ÃÂ Two
 years without work is a mark of distinction and the stress starts to
 rise. ÃÂ
  
  
   
From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:24 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
  
  
   ÃÂ
   Dear Ann,
  
   I must admit my mistake first, but then realize that it was Fate
 that
   brought me to respond to you in this way.
  
   When I first read your words, and let me repeat them here, as we 
   are
   alone:
  
   Ah, you are a better person than me.
  
   I was convinced that you were thinking of me, in that special way
 that I
   like to be though of.
  
   But then, alas there were some words about animals.
  
   Which confused me.
  
   So, is this the secret code that I asked you to devise?
  
   And am I the Dog?
  
   And you the Cat?
  
   [Emily Reyn] Beautiful

Re: [FairfieldLife] The Newsroom comes full circle

On 08/27/2012 05:56 AM, turquoiseb wrote:
 Aaron Sorkin's new show started by being attacked mercilessly
 before it even aired. I took a stand when it finally *was*
 aired, and I got to see the first episode. I've just watched
 the tenth, and final, episode of the year. I stand by my
 original stand.

 It's good writing, it's good entertainment, it's good acting
 and direction, and it's got a pair of balls the size of Mars.

 And I'm still betting on it sweeping the Emmy awards, and
 sending an enormous FUCK YOU to all of the people who ranked
 on it because...because...well...because they have balls the
 size of peas, and brains to match.

 It's difficult to make entertainment while conveying a useful
 and needed message. It's even more difficult when the very
 people who should be cheering that message on are so petty
 and green with envy that they play shoot the messenger, too.

 This was the rap rattled off by Jeff Daniels' Will McAvoy
 during the wrap-up of his last news broadcast of the season,
 over a bottom-of-the-screen bannerline that said Republican
 In Name Only:

 * Ideological purity
 * Compromise as weakness
 * A fundamentalist belief in scriptural literalism
 * Denying science
 * Unmoved by facts
 * Undeterred by new information
 * A hostile fear of progress
 * A demonization of education
 * A need to control women's bodies
 * Severe xenophobia
 * Tribal mentality
 * Intolerance of dissent
 * Pathological hatred of US government

 They can call themselves the Tea Party, they can call
 themselves conservatives, and they can even call them-
 selves Republicans, though Republicans probably shouldn't.
 But we should call them what they are, the American
 Taliban.

 This is the message that real news stations in America
 should have been airing as real news last night as the
 Republican Convention opened. Instead, it had to be
 aired on HBO, on a show that even Democrats and liberals
 tried to kill. This is one of those days that forces me
 to think about America and remember the lines to a great
 Bob Dylan song:

 And you ask why I don't live there
 Honey, howcum you even have to ask me that?

It indeed (as people who saw the season finale) came full circle or 
what writers call bookend.   I thought that last night's Breaking 
Bad was the half season finale but they seem to have one more episode 
left which I think will also bookend the opening since Gilligan is a 
fan of that device.  After all it makes your story symmetrical.  And as 
Syd Fields would say Walt is now further up the tree.  We have a lot 
of tree climbers in TV shows.

Sunday night overload got worse with BBC America moving Copper, a show 
about the NYPD in 1864, to Sunday nights.  The pilot was great and last 
night was episode 2.

[FairfieldLife] Say it

2012-08-27 Thread curtisdeltablues

It's a beautiful life, say it, say it. 

The last request had an urgency that I couldn't continue to ignore.  The 
request was from Johnathan, who inexplicably changed his name to John Paul in 
the last few years and gets very agitated if you forget.  He is a twenty-two 
year old African American boy-child, and I have known him since he was five.   
His body has continued to grow, but his mind has not kept pace. The euphemistic 
names for his condition don't give me any distance from this human tragedy.

He has been listening to me play music every Summer weekend for most of his 
life as he wanders around while his father busks in a revolutionary war outfit 
playing the fife in historic Old Town Alexandria.  His dad is one of the 
cheeriest guys I know, full of Christian greetings.  The kind of dad who 
sprinkles his conversations with the word blessing while standing next to his 
son lost in an internal world he cannot escape from to join us on a more level 
playing field.  His dad and I often hug in greeting, he from his boundless 
loving spirit, and me probably a little from the guilt of knowing I dodged this 
bullet and he took it between the eyes.

Johnathan NO, IT'S JOHN PAUL NOW calls me Bludesman and likes my music.  
No, that isn't exactly right, he hovers around me while I play waiting for a 
break when I can join him in the odd handshake elbow bump ritual we have 
created together.  He initiated it and I modified it.  Specifically I shifted 
the handshake into a fist bump when his hormones switched on a number of years 
ago and I noticed that his hands spent a lot of time South of the equator when 
not pressing my flesh.  He doesn't mind the fist bump variation although I do 
have to remind him occasionally.  He repeats the ritual sequence until I walk 
away with him doing an awkward, urgent last one as I am moving out of reach.

He is part of my intersection of human universes when I perform outside that 
includes homeless people and the very rich who bring their kids to me for 
enrichment, so they can take their proper place in society where John Paul is 
not headed.

John Paul is obsessed with the raising and lowering of the flag on the docks.  
It took me a long time to sort it all out when he would come up to me and 
inform me that it was the end of the duty day and mutter something about the 
flag.  WTF? I would ponder.  Does he mean doodie or duty, and what does it have 
to do with the flag?  One day it all broke clear: at the beginning of the duty 
day (his dad is in the military) the flag goes up and at the end of the duty 
day they take it down.  He records this event faithfully each weekend day 
and night with a camera phone that has not been charged for a long time.  I sat 
facing this flag pole performing for seventeen years and never really noticed 
this ritual event consciously. Now that I am in on the secret it delights him 
to use me as an obsession sounding board like some old codger at the bar who 
wont shut up about golf to non-golfers.  

I enjoy this narrow ramp into his tiny world and we run the reps together.  
Why do they take down the flag he asks me earnestly as if it was the very 
first time.  Because it is the end of the duty day I feed back my well 
rehearsed line.  He lights up at the prompt.  YES it is the end of the duty 
day and the flag comes down.  What happens at the beginning of the duty day 
John Paul? I ask in complete innocence.  This is urgent and I need to know.  
He is about to win the highest prize ever on Jeopardy:  The flag goes up, it 
is the beginning of the duty day.  He breaks into the kind of smile we saw 
recently on the faces of Olympic medalists.  So far it all is cute and charming 
and I am filled with virtuous compassion-bliss.  Then he proceeds to run this 
routine into the ground until I have to shoo him away so I can continue my 
show.  As he walks away I hear the bits and pieces of our conversation 
repeated in fragments.  He articulates each word very carefully as if each 
syllable is as precious as a Vedic hymn.  

Once I ran into his dad at the health food store with his other son.  This son 
is brilliant and snarky and the essence of youthful cool.  He is a nice kid who 
not only connects, he is on point, and talking with him stretched my mind to 
keep up.  His father speaks about John Paul with the same level of pride and 
adoration.  I make a mental picture of their dinner table and then send it to 
the place I keep my photo essays on Appalachian children with mothers hooked on 
Oxy.  Let's make sure that little fire wall is secure, OK.

Once I was going to my car later than usual with a bag full of cash.  It wasn't 
Mitt Romney money, but on the street it attracts attention from those I wish 
wouldn't notice.  I am in a parking lot alone and someone is lurking behind a 
cement divider keeping out of sight but I catch a shoulder.  Shit! After all 
these years of being safe I am finally gunna have to man up and defend myself.  
I

Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Go-Topless-Day in New York

Tantra is not about sex.  That's a Marin county misconception. ;-)

On 08/27/2012 08:17 AM, danfriedman2002 wrote:
 Isn't this The Sexual Enlightenment Forum?


 must have made the wrong turn somewhere...
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@...
 wrote:
 uh oh, don't let Shiva Shakti at the deepest level of every cell in
 your body hear you say that

 
   From: feste37 feste37@...
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 9:05 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Go-Topless-Day in New York


 Â


 Did I hear my name called? Dan, not everything is about sex.

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@ wrote:
 my response to that New York-hater...here's what you're missing,
 pal!


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[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

I feel The Love.

And I didn't really mean any of those hurtful things that I any have said about 
you. I just wanted to get us both back to good footing, where we could each 
appreciate each other for our uniqueness (OK, so maybe I'm a little more 
Unique).

I wish I could have the same friendship with Everyone on FFL. One big Love!
 Yours devoted,
  Dannyboy (there, I've shared my secret name with only you)
[

Emily Reyn] It's alright Dan. Â I hope you find that individual(s) that make a 
positive difference in your life. Â It's not all harshness out there. Â Take 
good care. Â 
 
 
 
  From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 9:07 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
  
 
 Â  
 no?
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@ wrote:
 
  
  
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@ wrote:
  
Dear raunchydog (I never in my life thought that I would be typing those 
   words),
   
   I wrote the Apology that I thought Emily would like. Do I need to write 
   the Apology That Ms Raunchy would like now? What would That Apology say? 
   Can you please write out That Apology, and I will sign it.
   
   I'm feeling The Love,
   Dan
  
  I've got your number, Dan. I won't be calling.
  
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@ wrote:
   

After I posted this, I see that you have accepted Emily's apology. I 
did not see you apologize to her, however, only make excuses for 
yourself. 

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@ wrote:

 Dan, your respone to Emily is clearly abusive. Apologize. I'm no fan 
 of Barry's but you were abusive to him as well. Threatening Barry as 
 you did, caused me to weary of you. I'm not going to let this post 
 slide by. IMO you're misogynistic comments to Em should have you 
 censored.   We criticize each other around here, but most folks do 
 have a sense of what's over the top. I don't think you do. If you had 
 given her a chance, Emily of all people would have givened you a 
 sympathic ear about being out of work and the frustrations it can 
 cause in one's life. You just lost a fiend in Emily. PIty. 
 
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@ 
 wrote:
 
  Then, Dear Emily please do 'react to the words on the page' AS 
  WRITTEN.
  I responded TO ANN to a COMMENT MADE BY ANN.
  
  Next thing Emily is up correcting me, my irony, my life, my 
  attitude and
  my judgement. Dear Emily I have very good judgement (if I say so 
  myself)
  and I just hate you. Now is that clear? Im don't like that yuo 
  misread
  my Posts so that you can then critisize me. You, not only can't
  criticize me, but you can't suck my d.
  
  Use some object found around the house. It will help relieve you of 
  that
  'frustrated' feeling so common these days.
  
  D
  
  And keep reading, so that you can learn what true ironic writing 
  looks
  like (and hint: drinking in the morning is not ironic, so stop it).
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@
  wrote:
  
   Dan, there was no irony in what I posted to you. Ã You don't know
  me well enough to render judgment and give me a Taste of What I 
  Really
  Deserve. Ã I'm just reacting to your words on the page...which say
  to me that you are frustrated. Ã It's not an unusual place to find
  oneself these days. Ã
  
  
   
From: danfriedman2002 no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 7:33 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds
  
  
   Ã
   Dear Emily,
  
   When I began to read your comment I was very pleased. Here's 
   Lovely
  Emily, writing to destitute, not-working stress-out Dan. A man down 
  on
  his luck, lucky enough to have a friend to help him up.
  
   Then I continues, and Emily, I began to note a sense of that 
   Irony.
  So, before I open up on you and give you a Taste of What You Really
  Deserve, I do want to give you a second chance.
  
   To be that kind and generous person that I first mistook you for.
  
   D
  
   The f'n post was to Ann, AND NOT YOU. Go try and find someone to 
   write
  to you at another Forum. Perhaps the Sexual Healing Group.
  
   Don't get me started b...
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@ 
   wrote:
   
Actually, I wrote that. ÃâÃ Dan, are you working? ÃâÃ 
Two
  years without work is a mark of distinction and the stress starts to
  rise.

[FairfieldLife] Re: Say it

2012-08-27 Thread Alex Stanley



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@... wrote:

 Alright thenIt's a beautiful life.
 

You're goddamn right.

[FairfieldLife] Re: Go-Topless-Day in New York

Say it ain't so
Sex Guru


Now don't interfere in my Sex Life and we can be friends, noozguru.


[noozguru] wrote: Tantra is not about sex.  That's a Marin county
misconception. ;-)

On 08/27/2012 08:17 AM, danfriedman2002 wrote:
Isn't this The Sexual Enlightenment Forum?

must have made the wrong turn somewhere...
In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
wrote:
uh oh, don't let Shiva Shakti at the deepest level of every cell in
your body hear you say that
  
From: feste37 feste37@
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 9:05 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Go-Topless-Day in New York

Did I hear my name called? Dan, not everything is about sex.

  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@ wrote:
my response to that New York-hater...here's what you're missing,
pal!
 
 
 
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Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: The Newsroom comes full circle

On 08/27/2012 09:29 AM, turquoiseb wrote:
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Bhairitu noozguru@... wrote:
 It indeed (as people who saw the season finale) came full
 circle or what writers call bookend.
 Yup.

 I thought that last night's Breaking Bad was the half
 season finale but they seem to have one more episode
 left which I think will also bookend the opening since
 Gilligan is a fan of that device.
 I don't think so. A year of story time has yet to
 take place before that opening scene in the first
 episode of season five happens.

 After all it makes your story symmetrical.  And as
 Syd Fields would say Walt is now further up the tree.
 We have a lot of tree climbers in TV shows.

 Sunday night overload got worse with BBC America moving
 Copper, a show about the NYPD in 1864, to Sunday nights.
 The pilot was great and last night was episode 2.
 I'm watching it, too, and I agree. It's a strange
 hybrid, an English-made BBC series about life in
 New York's Five Points district in 1846. The Irish
 accents just drop right in, of course. It's
 really good, and reminiscent of Deadwood, which
 is one of the highest compliments you can pay a
 television series.

 On another front, I have downloaded by not seen
 yet the first episode of another UK series, Parade's
 End. It's been called the thinking person's Downton
 Abbey, at least by its star, Benedict Cumberbatch,
 of the recent brilliant Sherlock series.

 I'm saving the season finale of True Blood for later
 tonight, so I can watch it with my housemates here,
 who are also into it. I'm thinkin' bloodbaths and
 cliffhangers...

Definitely a bloodbath. ;-)

FYI, Continuum got a second season from Showcase and for the US folks 
interested word is it got signed by a US network that will run both 
seasons back to back starting January.  Most likely Syfy as Syfy UK 
publicly announced they had licensed it.

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

Doc sez: yep, you and I and 99% of the meditators are karma yogis - the world 
does not sustain itself on recluses - though it does need a few.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote:

 I gave it a good try, Ann.Â  But not for this body mind.Â  Maybe I'm more of 
 a karma yogi.
 
 People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in evening.Â  
 Torture, if you ask me.Â  Spiritual Warriors truly.
 
 
 But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and she's very 
 blissful and grounded and funny, etc.Â  She says there are others like her 
 and I believe her.Â  
 
 
 Better one's own dharma.Â  The dharma of another, though higher, brings 
 danger.
 
 The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.Â  Want to roller skate around 
 Stanley Park 
 
 
 
  From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind boggling
  
 
 Â  
 
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
 
  Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear 
  Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus!ÃÂ  
  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!ÃÂ  So in that sense I am a 
  very minor slogger.
  
  Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running away 
  to a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and one 
  museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium press down 
  on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when grace occurs 
  and I surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive heat.ÃÂ  It is a 
  very sweet moment.ÃÂ  
  
  Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before 
  nirvana.ÃÂ  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.
 
 Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have to suffer 
 (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And people spend 7 
 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or something. You should 
 stay all day, you might be surprised at what they get up to and it doesn't 
 include sitting there with eyes closed, it couldn't!!
 
 ÃÂ  This possibility is what keeps me slogging.ÃÂ  Thank you for very non 
 sloggish verses.ÃÂ  So beautiful as always... ÃÂ  
  
  
  Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or tutu 
  who are nonetheless probably great flyers 
  
  
   From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind 
  boggling
  
  
  ÃÂ  
  Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
  cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in which 
  all the trees
  talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot year 
  after year is
  deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and without 
  the plans that
  one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a 
  subject for his
  life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always been a 
  time when I am
  happiest, as if the world had become composed at last. 
  
  The palm at the end of the mind,
  Beyond the last thought, rises
  In the bronze decor,
  A gold-feathered bird
  Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
  Without human feeling, a foreign song.
  You know then that it is not the reason
  That makes us happy or unhappy.
  The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
  The palm stands on the edge of space.
  The wind moves slowly in the branches.
  The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:
  
   Ã¢â¬Â¦ I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and 
   cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I 
   shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a 
   great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of 
   the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to 
   go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday 
   that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this 
   place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and 
   intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and 
   black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there 
   was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full 
   tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge 
   Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a 
   most uncalled for number
  of
   mosquitoes. My

[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

2012-08-27 Thread Alex Stanley



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@... wrote:

 Then, Dear Emily please do 'react to the words on the page' AS WRITTEN.
 I responded TO ANN to a COMMENT MADE BY ANN.
 
 Next thing Emily is up correcting me, my irony, my life, my attitude and
 my judgement. Dear Emily I have very good judgement (if I say so myself)
 and I just hate you. Now is that clear? Im don't like that yuo misread
 my Posts so that you can then critisize me. You, not only can't
 criticize me, but you can't suck my d.
 
 Use some object found around the house. It will help relieve you of that
 'frustrated' feeling so common these days.
 
 D

Dan, in the interest of remaining here on FFL, you might want to take the 
douchebaggery down a notch or two. Thanks

Re: [FairfieldLife] Say it

On 08/27/2012 09:10 AM, curtisdeltablues wrote:
 It's a beautiful life, say it, say it.

 The last request had an urgency that I couldn't continue to ignore.  The 
 request was from Johnathan, who inexplicably changed his name to John Paul in 
 the last few years and gets very agitated if you forget.  He is a twenty-two 
 year old African American boy-child, and I have known him since he was five.  
  His body has continued to grow, but his mind has not kept pace. The 
 euphemistic names for his condition don't give me any distance from this 
 human tragedy.

 He has been listening to me play music every Summer weekend for most of his 
 life as he wanders around while his father busks in a revolutionary war 
 outfit playing the fife in historic Old Town Alexandria.  His dad is one of 
 the cheeriest guys I know, full of Christian greetings.  The kind of dad who 
 sprinkles his conversations with the word blessing while standing next to 
 his son lost in an internal world he cannot escape from to join us on a more 
 level playing field.  His dad and I often hug in greeting, he from his 
 boundless loving spirit, and me probably a little from the guilt of knowing I 
 dodged this bullet and he took it between the eyes.

 Johnathan NO, IT'S JOHN PAUL NOW calls me Bludesman and likes my music.  
 No, that isn't exactly right, he hovers around me while I play waiting for a 
 break when I can join him in the odd handshake elbow bump ritual we have 
 created together.  He initiated it and I modified it.  Specifically I shifted 
 the handshake into a fist bump when his hormones switched on a number of 
 years ago and I noticed that his hands spent a lot of time South of the 
 equator when not pressing my flesh.  He doesn't mind the fist bump variation 
 although I do have to remind him occasionally.  He repeats the ritual 
 sequence until I walk away with him doing an awkward, urgent last one as I am 
 moving out of reach.

 He is part of my intersection of human universes when I perform outside that 
 includes homeless people and the very rich who bring their kids to me for 
 enrichment, so they can take their proper place in society where John Paul is 
 not headed.

 John Paul is obsessed with the raising and lowering of the flag on the docks. 
  It took me a long time to sort it all out when he would come up to me and 
 inform me that it was the end of the duty day and mutter something about 
 the flag.  WTF? I would ponder.  Does he mean doodie or duty, and what does 
 it have to do with the flag?  One day it all broke clear: at the beginning of 
 the duty day (his dad is in the military) the flag goes up and at the end 
 of the duty day they take it down.  He records this event faithfully each 
 weekend day and night with a camera phone that has not been charged for a 
 long time.  I sat facing this flag pole performing for seventeen years and 
 never really noticed this ritual event consciously. Now that I am in on the 
 secret it delights him to use me as an obsession sounding board like some old 
 codger at the bar who wont shut up about golf to non-golfers.

 I enjoy this narrow ramp into his tiny world and we run the reps together.  
 Why do they take down the flag he asks me earnestly as if it was the very 
 first time.  Because it is the end of the duty day I feed back my well 
 rehearsed line.  He lights up at the prompt.  YES it is the end of the duty 
 day and the flag comes down.  What happens at the beginning of the duty day 
 John Paul? I ask in complete innocence.  This is urgent and I need to know.  
 He is about to win the highest prize ever on Jeopardy:  The flag goes up, it 
 is the beginning of the duty day.  He breaks into the kind of smile we saw 
 recently on the faces of Olympic medalists.  So far it all is cute and 
 charming and I am filled with virtuous compassion-bliss.  Then he proceeds to 
 run this routine into the ground until I have to shoo him away so I can 
 continue my show.  As he walks away I hear the bits and pieces of our 
 conversation repeated in fragments.  He articulates each word very 
 carefully as if each syllable is as precious as a Vedic hymn.

 Once I ran into his dad at the health food store with his other son.  This 
 son is brilliant and snarky and the essence of youthful cool.  He is a nice 
 kid who not only connects, he is on point, and talking with him stretched my 
 mind to keep up.  His father speaks about John Paul with the same level of 
 pride and adoration.  I make a mental picture of their dinner table and then 
 send it to the place I keep my photo essays on Appalachian children with 
 mothers hooked on Oxy.  Let's make sure that little fire wall is secure, OK.

 Once I was going to my car later than usual with a bag full of cash.  It 
 wasn't Mitt Romney money, but on the street it attracts attention from those 
 I wish wouldn't notice.  I am in a parking lot alone and someone is lurking 
 behind a cement divider keeping out of sight but I catch

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@... wrote:

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote:
  
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius 
  anartaxius@ wrote:
  
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ 
   wrote:
   
 I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and 
cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. 
I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be 
a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several 
of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not 
intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the 
sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The 
beauty of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea was 
glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the 
sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as 
they say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is 
perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in 
the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in 
beauty. But with all that, there are a most uncalled for number of 
mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
   
   Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use that help 
   repel them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to take some 
   pictures, a long walk through a forested area nearby and I got literally 
   hundreds of bites, and nothing would repel them. Why bother interacting 
   with people like me, when you can enjoy outdoor beauty like this?
  
  I'm pretty sure that is an excerpt from a novel there Xeno,
  but I am not literate enough to now which one. Judy...?
 
 merudanda identified it as an excerpt from a letter of
 Wallace Stevens. I suspect Xeno's response is intended
 as an attempt to join the Irony Club hereabouts.

This irony stuff is getting subtler and subtler. Pretty soon it is going to 
turn the corner into actual, literal truth if we all aren't careful. I'll 
probably be the last to realize it however...

[FairfieldLife] Re: Say it

DD: Yes, It IS a beautiful Life! Thank you for this brilliant gem, Curtis. What 
an amazing piece of writing!

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... 
wrote:

 It's a beautiful life, say it, say it. 
 
 The last request had an urgency that I couldn't continue to ignore.  The 
 request was from Johnathan, who inexplicably changed his name to John Paul in 
 the last few years and gets very agitated if you forget.  He is a twenty-two 
 year old African American boy-child, and I have known him since he was five.  
  His body has continued to grow, but his mind has not kept pace. The 
 euphemistic names for his condition don't give me any distance from this 
 human tragedy.
 
 He has been listening to me play music every Summer weekend for most of his 
 life as he wanders around while his father busks in a revolutionary war 
 outfit playing the fife in historic Old Town Alexandria.  His dad is one of 
 the cheeriest guys I know, full of Christian greetings.  The kind of dad who 
 sprinkles his conversations with the word blessing while standing next to 
 his son lost in an internal world he cannot escape from to join us on a more 
 level playing field.  His dad and I often hug in greeting, he from his 
 boundless loving spirit, and me probably a little from the guilt of knowing I 
 dodged this bullet and he took it between the eyes.
 
 Johnathan NO, IT'S JOHN PAUL NOW calls me Bludesman and likes my music.  
 No, that isn't exactly right, he hovers around me while I play waiting for a 
 break when I can join him in the odd handshake elbow bump ritual we have 
 created together.  He initiated it and I modified it.  Specifically I shifted 
 the handshake into a fist bump when his hormones switched on a number of 
 years ago and I noticed that his hands spent a lot of time South of the 
 equator when not pressing my flesh.  He doesn't mind the fist bump variation 
 although I do have to remind him occasionally.  He repeats the ritual 
 sequence until I walk away with him doing an awkward, urgent last one as I am 
 moving out of reach.
 
 He is part of my intersection of human universes when I perform outside that 
 includes homeless people and the very rich who bring their kids to me for 
 enrichment, so they can take their proper place in society where John Paul is 
 not headed.
 
 John Paul is obsessed with the raising and lowering of the flag on the docks. 
  It took me a long time to sort it all out when he would come up to me and 
 inform me that it was the end of the duty day and mutter something about 
 the flag.  WTF? I would ponder.  Does he mean doodie or duty, and what does 
 it have to do with the flag?  One day it all broke clear: at the beginning of 
 the duty day (his dad is in the military) the flag goes up and at the end 
 of the duty day they take it down.  He records this event faithfully each 
 weekend day and night with a camera phone that has not been charged for a 
 long time.  I sat facing this flag pole performing for seventeen years and 
 never really noticed this ritual event consciously. Now that I am in on the 
 secret it delights him to use me as an obsession sounding board like some old 
 codger at the bar who wont shut up about golf to non-golfers.  
 
 I enjoy this narrow ramp into his tiny world and we run the reps together.  
 Why do they take down the flag he asks me earnestly as if it was the very 
 first time.  Because it is the end of the duty day I feed back my well 
 rehearsed line.  He lights up at the prompt.  YES it is the end of the duty 
 day and the flag comes down.  What happens at the beginning of the duty day 
 John Paul? I ask in complete innocence.  This is urgent and I need to know.  
 He is about to win the highest prize ever on Jeopardy:  The flag goes up, it 
 is the beginning of the duty day.  He breaks into the kind of smile we saw 
 recently on the faces of Olympic medalists.  So far it all is cute and 
 charming and I am filled with virtuous compassion-bliss.  Then he proceeds to 
 run this routine into the ground until I have to shoo him away so I can 
 continue my show.  As he walks away I hear the bits and pieces of our 
 conversation repeated in fragments.  He articulates each word very 
 carefully as if each syllable is as precious as a Vedic hymn.  
 
 Once I ran into his dad at the health food store with his other son.  This 
 son is brilliant and snarky and the essence of youthful cool.  He is a nice 
 kid who not only connects, he is on point, and talking with him stretched my 
 mind to keep up.  His father speaks about John Paul with the same level of 
 pride and adoration.  I make a mental picture of their dinner table and then 
 send it to the place I keep my photo essays on Appalachian children with 
 mothers hooked on Oxy.  Let's make sure that little fire wall is secure, OK.
 
 Once I was going to my car later than usual with a bag full of cash.  It 
 wasn't Mitt Romney money, but on the street it

[FairfieldLife] 17 Afghans Beheaded for Partying

2012-08-27 Thread John

This is just another example that shows the US should get out of there ASAP.  
We don't have any more reasons to be there.  Bin Laden is dead and the Afghans 
have their own government to deal with their domestic problems.

http://news.yahoo.com/17-afghans-beheaded-insurgent-attack-party-10181.html?_esi=1

[FairfieldLife] Re: Apple announced official change of name and logo



Bhairitu:
 Cupertino, CA.   Apple CEO Tim Cook announced today 
 that Apple would be changing their name Sue'em and 
 logo to a Gavel...

This is funny, considering that even the name
'Apple' was stolen by Steve Jobs from the Beatles! 

Jobs was also sued by Xerox PARC - everyone knows
that Apple stole lots of stuff from Xerox, including 
the mouse. Apple is anti-open source and Jobs was a
copy-cat big time!

Looks like the end for Google and Android - Microsoft 
OS will be taking over the smartphone business and I
predict Nokia will land on top again. Rumor has it 
that Samsung will switch to Windows 8 next year.

Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Say it

Just when I think FFL can not get any richer or more beautiful than it is.  It 
does.  Love having my heart astonished over and over again.  Now know why you 
all keep talking about Curtis.  Way to ritam him back, I say.  And thank you 
thank you thank you to Life Who keeps pouring gold into us all.  Gratitude, so 
much gratitude.  Goose bumps all over.  Words walking backwards into silence... 
   




 From: doctordumb...@rocketmail.com doctordumb...@rocketmail.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 12:14 PM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Say it
 

  
DD: Yes, It IS a beautiful Life! Thank you for this brilliant gem, Curtis. What 
an amazing piece of writing!

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... 
wrote:

 It's a beautiful life, say it, say it. 
 
 The last request had an urgency that I couldn't continue to ignore.  The 
 request was from Johnathan, who inexplicably changed his name to John Paul in 
 the last few years and gets very agitated if you forget.  He is a twenty-two 
 year old African American boy-child, and I have known him since he was five.  
  His body has continued to grow, but his mind has not kept pace. The 
 euphemistic names for his condition don't give me any distance from this 
 human tragedy.
 
 He has been listening to me play music every Summer weekend for most of his 
 life as he wanders around while his father busks in a revolutionary war 
 outfit playing the fife in historic Old Town Alexandria.  His dad is one of 
 the cheeriest guys I know, full of Christian greetings.  The kind of dad who 
 sprinkles his conversations with the word blessing while standing next to 
 his son lost in an internal world he cannot escape from to join us on a more 
 level playing field.  His dad and I often hug in greeting, he from his 
 boundless loving spirit, and me probably a little from the guilt of knowing I 
 dodged this bullet and he took it between the eyes.
 
 Johnathan NO, IT'S JOHN PAUL NOW calls me Bludesman and likes my music.  
 No, that isn't exactly right, he hovers around me while I play waiting for a 
 break when I can join him in the odd handshake elbow bump ritual we have 
 created together.  He initiated it and I modified it.  Specifically I shifted 
 the handshake into a fist bump when his hormones switched on a number of 
 years ago and I noticed that his hands spent a lot of time South of the 
 equator when not pressing my flesh.  He doesn't mind the fist bump variation 
 although I do have to remind him occasionally.  He repeats the ritual 
 sequence until I walk away with him doing an awkward, urgent last one as I am 
 moving out of reach.
 
 He is part of my intersection of human universes when I perform outside that 
 includes homeless people and the very rich who bring their kids to me for 
 enrichment, so they can take their proper place in society where John Paul is 
 not headed.
 
 John Paul is obsessed with the raising and lowering of the flag on the docks. 
  It took me a long time to sort it all out when he would come up to me and 
 inform me that it was the end of the duty day and mutter something about 
 the flag.  WTF? I would ponder.  Does he mean doodie or duty, and what does 
 it have to do with the flag?  One day it all broke clear: at the beginning of 
 the duty day (his dad is in the military) the flag goes up and at the end 
 of the duty day they take it down.  He records this event faithfully each 
 weekend day and night with a camera phone that has not been charged for a 
 long time.  I sat facing this flag pole performing for seventeen years and 
 never really noticed this ritual event consciously. Now that I am in on the 
 secret it delights him to use me as an obsession sounding board like some old 
 codger at the bar who wont shut up about golf to non-golfers. 
 
 I enjoy this narrow ramp into his tiny world and we run the reps together.  
 Why do they take down the flag he asks me earnestly as if it was the very 
 first time.  Because it is the end of the duty day I feed back my well 
 rehearsed line.  He lights up at the prompt.  YES it is the end of the duty 
 day and the flag comes down.  What happens at the beginning of the duty day 
 John Paul? I ask in complete innocence.  This is urgent and I need to know.  
 He is about to win the highest prize ever on Jeopardy:  The flag goes up, it 
 is the beginning of the duty day.  He breaks into the kind of smile we saw 
 recently on the faces of Olympic medalists.  So far it all is cute and 
 charming and I am filled with virtuous compassion-bliss.  Then he proceeds to 
 run this routine into the ground until I have to shoo him away so I can 
 continue my show.  As he walks away I hear the bits and pieces of our 
 conversation repeated in fragments.  He articulates each word
 very carefully as if each syllable is as precious as a Vedic hymn. 
 
 Once I ran into his dad at the health food store with

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

Dearest Ann,

You and me both.

With Undying Love,
Dan

P.S. Got a message you called. Sitting by the phone.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@...
wrote:



 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@ wrote:
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@
wrote:
  
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius
anartaxius@ wrote:
   
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen
maskedzebra@ wrote:

  I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or
Friday and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there
sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that
it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near.
Tomorrow several of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish
but I do not intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so
burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might blister
my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea
was glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the
sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as
they say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is
perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in
the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in
beauty. But with all that, there are a most uncalled for number of
mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
   
Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use
that help repel them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to
take some pictures, a long walk through a forested area nearby and I got
literally hundreds of bites, and nothing would repel them. Why bother
interacting with people like me, when you can enjoy outdoor beauty like
this?
  
   I'm pretty sure that is an excerpt from a novel there Xeno,
   but I am not literate enough to now which one. Judy...?
 
  merudanda identified it as an excerpt from a letter of
  Wallace Stevens. I suspect Xeno's response is intended
  as an attempt to join the Irony Club hereabouts.

 This irony stuff is getting subtler and subtler. Pretty soon it is
going to turn the corner into actual, literal truth if we all aren't
careful. I'll probably be the last to realize it however...

[FairfieldLife] Re: For the Birds

k Alex


But you do know that each of my posts was in response to an attack on my
person. Just saying, not excusing.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Alex Stanley
j_alexander_stanley@... wrote:



 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Then, Dear Emily please do 'react to the words on the page' AS
WRITTEN.
  I responded TO ANN to a COMMENT MADE BY ANN.
 
  Next thing Emily is up correcting me, my irony, my life, my attitude
and
  my judgement. Dear Emily I have very good judgement (if I say so
myself)
  and I just hate you. Now is that clear? Im don't like that yuo
misread
  my Posts so that you can then critisize me. You, not only can't
  criticize me, but you can't suck my d.
 
  Use some object found around the house. It will help relieve you of
that
  'frustrated' feeling so common these days.
 
  D

 Dan, in the interest of remaining here on FFL, you might want to take
the douchebaggery down a notch or two. Thanks

[FairfieldLife] Re: Say it

It's a beautiful life. Beautiful post, Curtis. Brought a tear to my eye. My 
Mom and her sister-in-law are 89. They live together in Fairfield. I stop by 
just about everyday to visit and help out if they need it. Mom still cooks, 
shops, drives, and takes care of finances. My aunt never learned to read. She 
gets her letters mixed up at eye exams, gets confused and frustrated trying to 
writing her name. My grandmother always looked after my aunt. After she died, 
my mother inherited my aunt's care. She has special needs and also special 
abilities. Somehow she just *knows* stuff. She knows exactly where I left my 
car keys. She knows when I'm thinking about heating up some leftovers or 
looking for a snack. She tells me exactly what I have a hankering for before I 
even head to the kitchen.  As I'm leaving to go home, she's quick to remind me 
to take the bag of tomatoes mom had packed or remember to take the socks she 
washed and folded for me. If I've misplaced anything, she'll find it. Perhaps 
my experience with my aunt, gives me a little insight into John Paul's 
sensitivity to you on a crappy day. You haven't dodged a bullet, Curtis. You've 
been blessed to know John Paul as my family has been blessed to know my aunt. 

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@... wrote:

 Alright thenIt's a beautiful life.
 
 
 Memphis Slim on that same topicthere is great joy in the blues, no?
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qy_H-1J4xWs
 
 
 
 
  From: curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@...
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 9:10 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Say it
  
 
 Â  
 It's a beautiful life, say it, say it. 
 
 The last request had an urgency that I couldn't continue to ignore.  The 
 request was from Johnathan, who inexplicably changed his name to John Paul in 
 the last few years and gets very agitated if you forget.  He is a twenty-two 
 year old African American boy-child, and I have known him since he was five.  
  His body has continued to grow, but his mind has not kept pace. The 
 euphemistic names for his condition don't give me any distance from this 
 human tragedy.
 
 He has been listening to me play music every Summer weekend for most of his 
 life as he wanders around while his father busks in a revolutionary war 
 outfit playing the fife in historic Old Town Alexandria.  His dad is one of 
 the cheeriest guys I know, full of Christian greetings.  The kind of dad who 
 sprinkles his conversations with the word blessing while standing next to 
 his son lost in an internal world he cannot escape from to join us on a more 
 level playing field.  His dad and I often hug in greeting, he from his 
 boundless loving spirit, and me probably a little from the guilt of knowing I 
 dodged this bullet and he took it between the eyes.
 
 Johnathan NO, IT'S JOHN PAUL NOW calls me Bludesman and likes my music.  
 No, that isn't exactly right, he hovers around me while I play waiting for a 
 break when I can join him in the odd handshake elbow bump ritual we have 
 created together.  He initiated it and I modified it.  Specifically I shifted 
 the handshake into a fist bump when his hormones switched on a number of 
 years ago and I noticed that his hands spent a lot of time South of the 
 equator when not pressing my flesh.  He doesn't mind the fist bump variation 
 although I do have to remind him occasionally.  He repeats the ritual 
 sequence until I walk away with him doing an awkward, urgent last one as I am 
 moving out of reach.
 
 He is part of my intersection of human universes when I perform outside that 
 includes homeless people and the very rich who bring their kids to me for 
 enrichment, so they can take their proper place in society where John Paul is 
 not headed.
 
 John Paul is obsessed with the raising and lowering of the flag on the docks. 
  It took me a long time to sort it all out when he would come up to me and 
 inform me that it was the end of the duty day and mutter something about 
 the flag.  WTF? I would ponder.  Does he mean doodie or duty, and what does 
 it have to do with the flag?  One day it all broke clear: at the beginning of 
 the duty day (his dad is in the military) the flag goes up and at the end 
 of the duty day they take it down.  He records this event faithfully each 
 weekend day and night with a camera phone that has not been charged for a 
 long time.  I sat facing this flag pole performing for seventeen years and 
 never really noticed this ritual event consciously. Now that I am in on the 
 secret it delights him to use me as an obsession sounding board like some old 
 codger at the bar who wont shut up about golf to non-golfers. 
 
 I enjoy this narrow ramp into his tiny world and we run the reps together.  
 Why do they take down the flag he asks me earnestly as if it was the very 
 first time.  Because it is the end of the duty day I feed back my well

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

2012-08-27 Thread Xenophaneros Anartaxius

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote:

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@ wrote:

  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote:
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius 
 anartaxius@ wrote:

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:

  I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross 
 to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall 
 have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great 
 sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the 
 crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go 
 along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday 
 that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this 
 place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and 
 intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and 
 black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there 
 was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full 
 tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge 
 Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a 
 most uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered 
 with bites.
 
 Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use that help 
 repel them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to take some 
 pictures, a long walk through a forested area nearby and I got literally 
 hundreds of bites, and nothing would repel them. Why bother interacting 
 with people like me, when you can enjoy outdoor beauty like this?
 
 I'm pretty sure that is an excerpt from a novel there Xeno,
 but I am not literate enough to now which one. Judy...?
 
 merudanda identified it as an excerpt from a letter of
 Wallace Stevens. I suspect Xeno's response is intended
 as an attempt to join the Irony Club hereabouts.
 
 This irony stuff is getting subtler and subtler. Pretty soon it is going to 
 turn the corner into actual, literal truth if we all aren't careful. I'll 
 probably be the last to realize it however...


I was not attempting irony. I get bit by mosquitoes all the time. I do not wish 
that on Robin. Is Robin running out of material that he must quote other 
sources without attribution? Merudanda is right, it seems to be from a letter 
Wallace Stevens wrote in 1923. Even so, I would not wish a plethora of mosquito 
bites on Robin. You get them up north too, especially further north than BC.

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

Dear Doctor, I would like to share the Introducing Quote, from a book
that I am currently writing  Attachment for Enlightenment:

A karma yogi is he who has actively outside and calmness within
himself, like the ocean which is full of turbulent waves and high tides
on the surface and eternal calmness within.*

from: Meditation Easy System Propopunded by Maharishi Mahesh Yogi,
International Meditation Center Honolulu, Hawaii 1958 (page 38)

I have been sharing the Draft with Share Long, who may want to add her
comments. This was my origional intention in joining FFL - to get
imressions and feedback, which are always helpful. You know how
difficult it is to write for an invisible audience. And I so want to do
a worthy job.

I am, at this point, a little wary of the responses this may receive, so
I hope that I have not exposed to much.

Your friend always,
Dan

* I feel this way and Doug Birx, and others, have confirmed this State.


[doctordumbass] Doc sez: yep, you and I and 99% of the meditators are
karma yogis - the world does not sustain itself on recluses - though it
does need a few.

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
 
  I gave it a good try, Ann.Â  But not for this body mind.Â 
Maybe I'm more of a karma yogi.
 
  People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in
evening.Â  Torture, if you ask me.Â  Spiritual Warriors truly.
 
 
  But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and
she's very blissful and grounded and funny, etc.Â  She says there are
others like her and I believe her.Â
 
 
  Better one's own dharma.Â  The dharma of another, though higher,
brings danger.
 
  The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.Â  Want to roller
skate around Stanley Park
 
 
  
   From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
mind boggling
 
 
  Â
 
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
wrote:
  
   Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you,
dear Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years
plus!ÃÂ  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!ÃÂ  So
in that sense I am a very minor slogger.
  
   Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of
running away to a place with better climate and at least one good
bookstore and one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity
and tedium press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's
exactly when grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that
oppressive heat.ÃÂ  It is a very sweet moment.ÃÂ
  
   Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step
before nirvana.ÃÂ  Or at least the next step to loving
unconditionally.
 
  Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have
to suffer (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And
people spend 7 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or
something. You should stay all day, you might be surprised at what they
get up to and it doesn't include sitting there with eyes closed, it
couldn't!!
 
  ÃÂ  This possibility is what keeps me slogging.ÃÂ  Thank
you for very non sloggish verses.ÃÂ  So beautiful as always...
ÃÂ
  
  
   Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without
chichi or tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers
  
   
From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
mind boggling
  
  
   ÃÂ
   Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for
a
   cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests
in which all the trees
   talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
year after year is
   deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
without the plans that
   one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must
have a subject for his
   life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has
always been a time when I am
   happiest, as if the world had become composed at last.
  
   The palm at the end of the mind,
   Beyond the last thought, rises
   In the bronze decor,
   A gold-feathered bird
   Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
   Without human feeling, a foreign song.
   You know then that it is not the reason
   That makes us happy or unhappy.
   The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
   The palm stands on the edge of space.
   The wind moves slowly in the branches.
   The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen
maskedzebra@ wrote:
   
Ã¢â¬Â¦ I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday
or Friday and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or

[FairfieldLife] Re: 17 Afghans Beheaded for Partying

John:
 This is just another example that shows the US should 
 get out of there ASAP.  

So, you're thinking that Obama could win the next
election by walking our troops out of Afghanistan?

Not sure if Obama can afford a big military loss after 
investing ten years to win. This is 'Obama's War', 
remember? Do we really want Obama to lose the war he 
fully supported?

For many liberal activists, opposing the war was really 
about opposing George W. Bush. - Glenn Reynolds

[FairfieldLife] For Emily and all those who know cats

http://www.youtube.com/user/simonscat

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote:

 Might run into ex.Â  And get pre engaged again (-:

You're a good sport Share.
 
 
 
 
  From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 10:15 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind boggling
  
 
 Â  
 
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
 
  I gave it a good try, Ann.ÃÂ  But not for this body mind.ÃÂ  Maybe I'm 
  more of a karma yogi.
  
  People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in 
  evening.ÃÂ  Torture, if you ask me.ÃÂ  Spiritual Warriors truly.
  
  
  But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and she's very 
  blissful and grounded and funny, etc.ÃÂ  She says there are others like 
  her and I believe her.ÃÂ  
  
  
  Better one's own dharma.ÃÂ  The dharma of another, though higher, brings 
  danger.
 
 No judgment here dear Share. It is just so foreign to me to live that life. I 
 do not think less of any that do choose it but I would go stark ravers. But 
 since I am forever banned from campus and the Dome I guess I don't have to 
 worry about it.
  
  The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.ÃÂ  Want to roller skate 
  around Stanley Park 
 
 Then let's do it.
  
  
  
   From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind 
  boggling
  
  
  ÃÂ  
  
  
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
  
   Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear 
   Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years 
   plus!ÃâÃÂ  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!ÃâÃÂ  
   So in that sense I am a very minor slogger.
   
   Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running 
   away to a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and 
   one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium 
   press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when 
   grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive 
   heat.ÃâÃÂ  It is a very sweet moment.ÃâÃÂ  
   
   Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before 
   nirvana.ÃâÃÂ  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.
  
  Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have to 
  suffer (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And people 
  spend 7 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or something. You 
  should stay all day, you might be surprised at what they get up to and it 
  doesn't include sitting there with eyes closed, it couldn't!!
  
  ÃâÃÂ  This possibility is what keeps me slogging.ÃâÃÂ  Thank you 
  for very non sloggish verses.ÃâÃÂ  So beautiful as always... ÃâÃÂ  
   
   
   Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or 
   tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers 
   
   
From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind 
   boggling
   
   
   ÃâÃÂ  
   Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
   cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in 
   which all the trees
   talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot year 
   after year is
   deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and without 
   the plans that
   one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a 
   subject for his
   life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always been 
   a time when I am
   happiest, as if the world had become composed at last. 
   
   The palm at the end of the mind,
   Beyond the last thought, rises
   In the bronze decor,
   A gold-feathered bird
   Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
   Without human feeling, a foreign song.
   You know then that it is not the reason
   That makes us happy or unhappy.
   The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
   The palm stands on the edge of space.
   The wind moves slowly in the branches.
   The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ 
   wrote:
   
ÃÂ¢Ã¢âÂ¬ÃÂ¦ I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or 
Friday and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there 
sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel 
that it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. 
Tomorrow several of the crowd

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

The Good Doctor replies, yes, the difference between a karmic yogi and a 
recluse are two different paths to God, one through activity and the world, and 
the other path, from what I have read, is reclusive, though just as rewarding 
to those few who choose that way to God.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@... wrote:

 Dear Doctor, I would like to share the Introducing Quote, from a book
 that I am currently writing  Attachment for Enlightenment:
 
 A karma yogi is he who has actively outside and calmness within
 himself, like the ocean which is full of turbulent waves and high tides
 on the surface and eternal calmness within.*
 
 from: Meditation Easy System Propopunded by Maharishi Mahesh Yogi,
 International Meditation Center Honolulu, Hawaii 1958 (page 38)
 
 I have been sharing the Draft with Share Long, who may want to add her
 comments. This was my origional intention in joining FFL - to get
 imressions and feedback, which are always helpful. You know how
 difficult it is to write for an invisible audience. And I so want to do
 a worthy job.
 
 I am, at this point, a little wary of the responses this may receive, so
 I hope that I have not exposed to much.
 
 Your friend always,
 Dan
 
 * I feel this way and Doug Birx, and others, have confirmed this State.
 
 
 [doctordumbass] Doc sez: yep, you and I and 99% of the meditators are
 karma yogis - the world does not sustain itself on recluses - though it
 does need a few.
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
  
   I gave it a good try, Ann.Â  But not for this body mind.Â 
 Maybe I'm more of a karma yogi.
  
   People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in
 evening.Â  Torture, if you ask me.Â  Spiritual Warriors truly.
  
  
   But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and
 she's very blissful and grounded and funny, etc.Â  She says there are
 others like her and I believe her.Â
  
  
   Better one's own dharma.Â  The dharma of another, though higher,
 brings danger.
  
   The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.Â  Want to roller
 skate around Stanley Park
  
  
   
From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
 mind boggling
  
  
   Â
  
  
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
 wrote:
   
Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you,
 dear Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years
 plus!ÃÂ  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!ÃÂ  So
 in that sense I am a very minor slogger.
   
Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of
 running away to a place with better climate and at least one good
 bookstore and one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity
 and tedium press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's
 exactly when grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that
 oppressive heat.ÃÂ  It is a very sweet moment.ÃÂ
   
Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step
 before nirvana.ÃÂ  Or at least the next step to loving
 unconditionally.
  
   Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have
 to suffer (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And
 people spend 7 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or
 something. You should stay all day, you might be surprised at what they
 get up to and it doesn't include sitting there with eyes closed, it
 couldn't!!
  
   ÃÂ  This possibility is what keeps me slogging.ÃÂ  Thank
 you for very non sloggish verses.ÃÂ  So beautiful as always...
 ÃÂ
   
   
Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without
 chichi or tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers
   

 From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
 mind boggling
   
   
ÃÂ
Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for
 a
cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests
 in which all the trees
talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
 year after year is
deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
 without the plans that
one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must
 have a subject for his
life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has
 always been a time when I am
happiest, as if the world had become composed at last.
   
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor,
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human

[FairfieldLife] Re: Say it

Doc sez: Life Who keeps pouring gold into us all - Absolutely! What an 
invigorating and celestial image, Share.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote:

 Just when I think FFL can not get any richer or more beautiful than it is.Â  
 It does.Â  Love having my heart astonished over and over again.Â  Now know 
 why you all keep talking about Curtis.Â  Way to ritam him back, I say.Â  And 
 thank you thank you thank you to Life Who keeps pouring gold into us all.Â  
 Gratitude, so much gratitude.Â  Goose bumps all over.Â  Words walking 
 backwards into silence... Â Â  
 
 
 
 
  From: doctordumbass@... doctordumbass@...
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 12:14 PM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Say it
  
 
 Â  
 DD: Yes, It IS a beautiful Life! Thank you for this brilliant gem, Curtis. 
 What an amazing piece of writing!
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ 
 wrote:
 
  It's a beautiful life, say it, say it. 
  
  The last request had an urgency that I couldn't continue to ignore.  The 
  request was from Johnathan, who inexplicably changed his name to John Paul 
  in the last few years and gets very agitated if you forget.  He is a 
  twenty-two year old African American boy-child, and I have known him since 
  he was five.   His body has continued to grow, but his mind has not kept 
  pace. The euphemistic names for his condition don't give me any distance 
  from this human tragedy.
  
  He has been listening to me play music every Summer weekend for most of his 
  life as he wanders around while his father busks in a revolutionary war 
  outfit playing the fife in historic Old Town Alexandria.  His dad is one of 
  the cheeriest guys I know, full of Christian greetings.  The kind of dad 
  who sprinkles his conversations with the word blessing while standing 
  next to his son lost in an internal world he cannot escape from to join us 
  on a more level playing field.  His dad and I often hug in greeting, he 
  from his boundless loving spirit, and me probably a little from the guilt 
  of knowing I dodged this bullet and he took it between the eyes.
  
  Johnathan NO, IT'S JOHN PAUL NOW calls me Bludesman and likes my music. 
   No, that isn't exactly right, he hovers around me while I play waiting for 
  a break when I can join him in the odd handshake elbow bump ritual we have 
  created together.  He initiated it and I modified it.  Specifically I 
  shifted the handshake into a fist bump when his hormones switched on a 
  number of years ago and I noticed that his hands spent a lot of time South 
  of the equator when not pressing my flesh.  He doesn't mind the fist bump 
  variation although I do have to remind him occasionally.  He repeats the 
  ritual sequence until I walk away with him doing an awkward, urgent last 
  one as I am moving out of reach.
  
  He is part of my intersection of human universes when I perform outside 
  that includes homeless people and the very rich who bring their kids to me 
  for enrichment, so they can take their proper place in society where John 
  Paul is not headed.
  
  John Paul is obsessed with the raising and lowering of the flag on the 
  docks.  It took me a long time to sort it all out when he would come up to 
  me and inform me that it was the end of the duty day and mutter something 
  about the flag.  WTF? I would ponder.  Does he mean doodie or duty, and 
  what does it have to do with the flag?  One day it all broke clear: at the 
  beginning of the duty day (his dad is in the military) the flag goes up 
  and at the end of the duty day they take it down.  He records this 
  event faithfully each weekend day and night with a camera phone that has 
  not been charged for a long time.  I sat facing this flag pole performing 
  for seventeen years and never really noticed this ritual event consciously. 
  Now that I am in on the secret it delights him to use me as an obsession 
  sounding board like some old codger at the bar who wont shut up about golf 
  to non-golfers. 
  
  I enjoy this narrow ramp into his tiny world and we run the reps together.  
  Why do they take down the flag he asks me earnestly as if it was the very 
  first time.  Because it is the end of the duty day I feed back my well 
  rehearsed line.  He lights up at the prompt.  YES it is the end of the 
  duty day and the flag comes down.  What happens at the beginning of the 
  duty day John Paul? I ask in complete innocence.  This is urgent and I 
  need to know.  He is about to win the highest prize ever on Jeopardy:  The 
  flag goes up, it is the beginning of the duty day.  He breaks into the 
  kind of smile we saw recently on the faces of Olympic medalists.  So far it 
  all is cute and charming and I am filled with virtuous compassion-bliss.  
  Then he proceeds to run this routine into the ground until I have to shoo 
  him away so I can

[FairfieldLife] Re: Say it



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote:

 Just when I think FFL can not get any richer or more beautiful than it is.

Whoa girl, you are easy to please. FFL can not get any richer or more 
beautiful? Maybe you've been in FF too long, I'm not sure but for sure FFL can 
get richer and more beautiful than it is, by a very, very, very long shot.

Â  It does.Â  Love having my heart astonished over and over again.Â  Now know 
why you all keep talking about Curtis.Â  Way to ritam him back, I say.Â  And 
thank you thank you thank you to Life Who keeps pouring gold into us all.Â  
Gratitude, so much gratitude.Â  Goose bumps all over.Â  Words walking backwards 
into silence... Â Â  
 
 
 
 
  From: doctordumbass@... doctordumbass@...
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 12:14 PM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Say it
  
 
 Â  
 DD: Yes, It IS a beautiful Life! Thank you for this brilliant gem, Curtis. 
 What an amazing piece of writing!
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ 
 wrote:
 
  It's a beautiful life, say it, say it. 
  
  The last request had an urgency that I couldn't continue to ignore.  The 
  request was from Johnathan, who inexplicably changed his name to John Paul 
  in the last few years and gets very agitated if you forget.  He is a 
  twenty-two year old African American boy-child, and I have known him since 
  he was five.   His body has continued to grow, but his mind has not kept 
  pace. The euphemistic names for his condition don't give me any distance 
  from this human tragedy.
  
  He has been listening to me play music every Summer weekend for most of his 
  life as he wanders around while his father busks in a revolutionary war 
  outfit playing the fife in historic Old Town Alexandria.  His dad is one of 
  the cheeriest guys I know, full of Christian greetings.  The kind of dad 
  who sprinkles his conversations with the word blessing while standing 
  next to his son lost in an internal world he cannot escape from to join us 
  on a more level playing field.  His dad and I often hug in greeting, he 
  from his boundless loving spirit, and me probably a little from the guilt 
  of knowing I dodged this bullet and he took it between the eyes.
  
  Johnathan NO, IT'S JOHN PAUL NOW calls me Bludesman and likes my music. 
   No, that isn't exactly right, he hovers around me while I play waiting for 
  a break when I can join him in the odd handshake elbow bump ritual we have 
  created together.  He initiated it and I modified it.  Specifically I 
  shifted the handshake into a fist bump when his hormones switched on a 
  number of years ago and I noticed that his hands spent a lot of time South 
  of the equator when not pressing my flesh.  He doesn't mind the fist bump 
  variation although I do have to remind him occasionally.  He repeats the 
  ritual sequence until I walk away with him doing an awkward, urgent last 
  one as I am moving out of reach.
  
  He is part of my intersection of human universes when I perform outside 
  that includes homeless people and the very rich who bring their kids to me 
  for enrichment, so they can take their proper place in society where John 
  Paul is not headed.
  
  John Paul is obsessed with the raising and lowering of the flag on the 
  docks.  It took me a long time to sort it all out when he would come up to 
  me and inform me that it was the end of the duty day and mutter something 
  about the flag.  WTF? I would ponder.  Does he mean doodie or duty, and 
  what does it have to do with the flag?  One day it all broke clear: at the 
  beginning of the duty day (his dad is in the military) the flag goes up 
  and at the end of the duty day they take it down.  He records this 
  event faithfully each weekend day and night with a camera phone that has 
  not been charged for a long time.  I sat facing this flag pole performing 
  for seventeen years and never really noticed this ritual event consciously. 
  Now that I am in on the secret it delights him to use me as an obsession 
  sounding board like some old codger at the bar who wont shut up about golf 
  to non-golfers. 
  
  I enjoy this narrow ramp into his tiny world and we run the reps together.  
  Why do they take down the flag he asks me earnestly as if it was the very 
  first time.  Because it is the end of the duty day I feed back my well 
  rehearsed line.  He lights up at the prompt.  YES it is the end of the 
  duty day and the flag comes down.  What happens at the beginning of the 
  duty day John Paul? I ask in complete innocence.  This is urgent and I 
  need to know.  He is about to win the highest prize ever on Jeopardy:  The 
  flag goes up, it is the beginning of the duty day.  He breaks into the 
  kind of smile we saw recently on the faces of Olympic medalists.  So far it 
  all is cute and charming and I am filled with virtuous

Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Apple announced official change of name and logo

On 08/27/2012 10:31 AM, Richard J. Williams wrote:

 Bhairitu:
 Cupertino, CA.   Apple CEO Tim Cook announced today
 that Apple would be changing their name Sue'em and
 logo to a Gavel...

 This is funny, considering that even the name
 'Apple' was stolen by Steve Jobs from the Beatles!

 Jobs was also sued by Xerox PARC - everyone knows
 that Apple stole lots of stuff from Xerox, including
 the mouse. Apple is anti-open source and Jobs was a
 copy-cat big time!

 Looks like the end for Google and Android - Microsoft
 OS will be taking over the smartphone business and I
 predict Nokia will land on top again. Rumor has it
 that Samsung will switch to Windows 8 next year.



I doubt that.  Google says the court of appeals will reverse the 
decision.  What Apple is doing is like patenting a gear that is used in 
a device rather than the whole device which was what patents were meant 
to do.  We are seeing an era of tech patent wars that are occurring 
because they can.  Android is now way out selling the toy OS phones 
(this is not a slam as Jobs supported making their OS's toy like and 
limited so they just work).  Android is extensible which means it can 
do so much more than what iOS can do. Microsoft is a has been and late 
to the party though they had the ball earlier in the 00's and dropped 
it.  The Palm, Symbian and WindowsCE phones were all the first 
smartphones way before the iPhone.

Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Go-Topless-Day in New York

Not to worry.  Left hand tantra is for householders.  We are not going 
to interfere in your sex life.  We believe in the two fullnesses.  But 
then we also have very fast ways of getting there and those DO require a 
one-on-one guru.

On 08/27/2012 09:58 AM, danfriedman2002 wrote:
 Say it ain't so
 Sex Guru


 Now don't interfere in my Sex Life and we can be friends, noozguru.


 [noozguru] wrote: Tantra is not about sex.  That's a Marin county
 misconception. ;-)

 On 08/27/2012 08:17 AM, danfriedman2002 wrote:
 Isn't this The Sexual Enlightenment Forum?

 must have made the wrong turn somewhere...
 In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
 wrote:
 uh oh, don't let Shiva Shakti at the deepest level of every cell in
 your body hear you say that

 From: feste37 feste37@
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 9:05 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Go-Topless-Day in New York

 Did I hear my name called? Dan, not everything is about sex.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@ wrote:
 my response to that New York-hater...here's what you're missing,
 pal!

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[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius 
anartaxius@... wrote:

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote:
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@ wrote:
 
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote:
  
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius 
  anartaxius@ wrote:
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ 
  wrote:
 
   I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and 
  cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. 
  I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be 
  a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several 
  of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not 
  intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the 
  sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The 
  beauty of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea was 
  glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the 
  sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as 
  they say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is 
  perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in 
  the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in 
  beauty. But with all that, there are a most uncalled for number of 
  mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
  
  Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use that help 
  repel them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to take some 
  pictures, a long walk through a forested area nearby and I got literally 
  hundreds of bites, and nothing would repel them. Why bother interacting 
  with people like me, when you can enjoy outdoor beauty like this?
  
  I'm pretty sure that is an excerpt from a novel there Xeno,
  but I am not literate enough to now which one. Judy...?
  
  merudanda identified it as an excerpt from a letter of
  Wallace Stevens. I suspect Xeno's response is intended
  as an attempt to join the Irony Club hereabouts.
  
  This irony stuff is getting subtler and subtler. Pretty soon it is going to 
  turn the corner into actual, literal truth if we all aren't careful. I'll 
  probably be the last to realize it however...
 
 
 I was not attempting irony. 

Phew, I thought I was losing my touch there. Glad to know I wasn't totally off 
mark, or maybe you are being ironic and I am missing the boat and you are 
laughing at me. But, I don't think you are mean like that so I will stick with 
my original perception, no irony here. 

I get bit by mosquitoes all the time. I do not wish that on Robin. Is Robin 
running out of material that he must quote other sources without attribution? 
Merudanda is right, it seems to be from a letter Wallace Stevens wrote in 
1923. Even so, I would not wish a plethora of mosquito bites on Robin. You get 
them up north too, especially further north than BC.

Not many on Vancouver Island fortunately, that West Nile is scary because the 
skeeters could give it to my horses and that would make me very sad.

And on the subject of attribution I am not so great at knowing where many of 
these wonderful quotes/poems/excerpts that various members post here and 
therefore I would love to know the sources, the authors. I think that many 
times that is omitted, at least initially, on purpose as it adds some dimension 
of surprise or effect or power to the anonymous quote so I will respect that as 
well and go with the flow.

[FairfieldLife] Re: Apple announced official change of name and logo

  Looks like the end for Google and Android...
 
Bhairitu: 
 I doubt that...

'Apple seeks to stop U.S. sales of eight Samsung products'
http://tinyurl.com/9edez6v

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

2012-08-27 Thread authfriend

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote:
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius anartaxius@ 
 wrote:
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote:
  
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@ wrote:
  
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote:
   
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius 
   anartaxius@ wrote:
  
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ 
   wrote:
  
    I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and 
   cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there 
   sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel 
   that it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. 
   Tomorrow several of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish 
   but I do not intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so 
   burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might 
   blister my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. This 
   morning the sea was glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it 
   grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and black. Later in the 
   morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there was not a cloud 
   in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The 
   palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell 
   said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a most 
   uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered 
   with bites.
   
   Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use that 
   help repel them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to take 
   some pictures, a long walk through a forested area nearby and I got 
   literally hundreds of bites, and nothing would repel them. Why bother 
   interacting with people like me, when you can enjoy outdoor beauty 
   like this?
   
   I'm pretty sure that is an excerpt from a novel there Xeno,
   but I am not literate enough to now which one. Judy...?
   
   merudanda identified it as an excerpt from a letter of
   Wallace Stevens. I suspect Xeno's response is intended
   as an attempt to join the Irony Club hereabouts.
   
   This irony stuff is getting subtler and subtler. Pretty
   soon it is going to turn the corner into actual, literal
   truth if we all aren't careful. I'll probably be the last
   to realize it however...
  
  I was not attempting irony. 
 
 Phew, I thought I was losing my touch there. Glad to know I
 wasn't totally off mark, or maybe you are being ironic and
 I am missing the boat and you are laughing at me.

I believe he is, Ann. Not even Xeno could have thought even
for a moment that Robin had written that paragraph, nor that
Robin was trying to pass it off as his own. And it's pretty
hilarious that Xeno actually went to check up on merudanda's 
identification of it.

But perhaps *you're* being ironic and *I'm* missing the boat!

 But, I don't think you are mean like that so I will stick
 with my original perception, no irony here. 
 
 I get bit by mosquitoes all the time. I do not wish that on Robin. Is Robin 
 running out of material that he must quote other sources without 
 attribution? Merudanda is right, it seems to be from a letter Wallace 
 Stevens wrote in 1923. Even so, I would not wish a plethora of mosquito 
 bites on Robin. You get them up north too, especially further north than BC.
 
 Not many on Vancouver Island fortunately, that West Nile is scary because the 
 skeeters could give it to my horses and that would make me very sad.
 
 And on the subject of attribution I am not so great at knowing
 where many of these wonderful quotes/poems/excerpts that
 various members post here and therefore I would love to know
 the sources, the authors. I think that many times that is
 omitted, at least initially, on purpose as it adds some
 dimension of surprise or effect or power to the anonymous quote
 so I will respect that as well and go with the flow.

Of course. Xeno knows that. But he had to take another dig
at Robin.

It's easy enough to determine where a quote is from, at 
least if it's from anything that's on the Web: just pick a
unique phrase in the quote and Google it. Unless merudanda
owns the collection of Stevens letters this came from and
is pretty familiar with it, that's how she identified it.

[FairfieldLife] Re: Apple announced official change of name and logo

  Rumor has it that Samsung will switch to Windows 
  8 next year...
 
Bhairitu:
 Android is extensible which means it can 
 do so much more than what iOS can do...

Windows 8 will probably take over the smartphone 
market since it works with Microsft Office. Probably 
a million business users worldwide installed Microsoft 
Office since I typed this!

'Samsung Teases Windows 8 Tablet Hybrid'
http://tinyurl.com/9w3vjud

Fwd: [FairfieldLife] Re: mind boggling

2012-08-27 Thread Ravi Chivukula

Dear Xeno,

Get out of my face please, you are blocking me from getting His Holiness's
darshan.

I have no use for you now that His Holiness is back, if he leaves I will
get back to you - I promise.

Love ya,
Ravi

-- Forwarded message --
From: Xenophaneros Anartaxius anartax...@yahoo.com
Date: Mon, Aug 27, 2012 at 7:59 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: mind boggling
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com


**


--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Ravi Chivukula chivukula.ravi@...
wrote:

 * (Your ambushes, Ravi are particularly inept and unfocused and largely
 self-congratulatory. But then that is Ravi!) *


 Oh c'mon now Xenophantoros Anaarchataxius,

 You really know how to hurt a person when they are down !!! Show me mercy
 man - god.

 I have already made a peace offer. It was dumb, it was stupid of me -
every
 one here on FFL has acknowledged that, I have been soundly admonished -
 what else do you want?

 Everyone saw the email where I bowed down to your wisdom - your status as
 the Mayan Messiah, the Maitreya of Morons. How would I have to know that
 you were in disguise pretending to be a cold, heartless person using
 neo-advaita platitudes to support the morons with your weak moral stands,
 all the while preparing them for the age of enlightenment? I see your
 sacrifice now and bow down to it.

 Please don't hurt me anymore Xenophantoros Anaarchataxius, show me that
 warm heartedness of you that's been the highlight of this past week.

 All glory be to Xenophantoros Anaarchataxius, the Greek God incarnated as
-
 the Mayan Messiah, the Maitreya of Morons !!!

 Love,
 Ravi

Have a nice day Ravi. Being praised and damned is, you know, a
characteristic of a god. Why are these gods so like us? Like you, like me,
our forgotten invention? For your information, I know very little about
neo-adviata. I downloaded a PDF file emptybill posted here a while back and
read that. That is the extent of my familiarity with the term. Every once
and a while you almost seem sane. What is it like in there, during a moment
where the activity of the world about is quieted, and you have nothing to
do for the moment. What goes on in there, in Ravi. Old feelings trying to
slither into awareness? Regrets? Thoughts that would speak of better (or
worse) times to come? If Ravi were silent, what would emerge? A lost love
is one of the hardest things to experience through.

Things seem like old times, though I have not been here that long. The gang
is back, except for Curtis. I think I would have liked LB to be here, but
that was before my time.

Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Apple announced official change of name and logo

On 08/27/2012 12:43 PM, Richard J. Williams wrote:
 Rumor has it that Samsung will switch to Windows
 8 next year...

 Bhairitu:
 Android is extensible which means it can
 do so much more than what iOS can do...

 Windows 8 will probably take over the smartphone
 market since it works with Microsft Office. Probably
 a million business users worldwide installed Microsoft
 Office since I typed this!

 'Samsung Teases Windows 8 Tablet Hybrid'
 http://tinyurl.com/9w3vjud



Yup, there are a lot of sheeple who use Awefuss.  A lot of people use 
Open Office too. It's free.  As for Asshole, I mean Apple trying to 
block sales of Samsung devices that will make Apple very unpopular with 
the public.  A lot of people love their Samsung phones and I talk to a 
lot of people who want to upgrade to the Galaxy III and get a Samsung 
tablet too.  Apple is behaving like a communist country.

Now just hold your tongue with your fingers and say I like Apple 
products. :-D

[FairfieldLife] Fwd: Republican Endorses Obama

2012-08-27 Thread wleed3

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[FairfieldLife] Fwd: SEAL Book Explodes, Obama Furious

2012-08-27 Thread wleed3

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[FairfieldLife] Re: Say it

2012-08-27 Thread Robert

Great message; great writing...there is hope for this world!

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote:

 
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
 
  Just when I think FFL can not get any richer or more beautiful than it is.
 
 Whoa girl, you are easy to please. FFL can not get any richer or more 
 beautiful? Maybe you've been in FF too long, I'm not sure but for sure FFL 
 can get richer and more beautiful than it is, by a very, very, very long shot.
 
 Â  It does.Â  Love having my heart astonished over and over again.Â  Now know 
 why you all keep talking about Curtis.Â  Way to ritam him back, I say.Â  And 
 thank you thank you thank you to Life Who keeps pouring gold into us all.Â  
 Gratitude, so much gratitude.Â  Goose bumps all over.Â  Words walking 
 backwards into silence... Â Â  
  
  
  
  
   From: doctordumbass@ doctordumbass@
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 12:14 PM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Say it
   
  
  Â  
  DD: Yes, It IS a beautiful Life! Thank you for this brilliant gem, Curtis. 
  What an amazing piece of writing!
  
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues 
  curtisdeltablues@ wrote:
  
   It's a beautiful life, say it, say it. 
   
   The last request had an urgency that I couldn't continue to ignore.  The 
   request was from Johnathan, who inexplicably changed his name to John 
   Paul in the last few years and gets very agitated if you forget.  He is a 
   twenty-two year old African American boy-child, and I have known him 
   since he was five.   His body has continued to grow, but his mind has not 
   kept pace. The euphemistic names for his condition don't give me any 
   distance from this human tragedy.
   
   He has been listening to me play music every Summer weekend for most of 
   his life as he wanders around while his father busks in a revolutionary 
   war outfit playing the fife in historic Old Town Alexandria.  His dad is 
   one of the cheeriest guys I know, full of Christian greetings.  The kind 
   of dad who sprinkles his conversations with the word blessing while 
   standing next to his son lost in an internal world he cannot escape from 
   to join us on a more level playing field.  His dad and I often hug in 
   greeting, he from his boundless loving spirit, and me probably a little 
   from the guilt of knowing I dodged this bullet and he took it between the 
   eyes.
   
   Johnathan NO, IT'S JOHN PAUL NOW calls me Bludesman and likes my 
   music.  No, that isn't exactly right, he hovers around me while I play 
   waiting for a break when I can join him in the odd handshake elbow bump 
   ritual we have created together.  He initiated it and I modified it.  
   Specifically I shifted the handshake into a fist bump when his hormones 
   switched on a number of years ago and I noticed that his hands spent a 
   lot of time South of the equator when not pressing my flesh.  He doesn't 
   mind the fist bump variation although I do have to remind him 
   occasionally.  He repeats the ritual sequence until I walk away with him 
   doing an awkward, urgent last one as I am moving out of reach.
   
   He is part of my intersection of human universes when I perform outside 
   that includes homeless people and the very rich who bring their kids to 
   me for enrichment, so they can take their proper place in society where 
   John Paul is not headed.
   
   John Paul is obsessed with the raising and lowering of the flag on the 
   docks.  It took me a long time to sort it all out when he would come up 
   to me and inform me that it was the end of the duty day and mutter 
   something about the flag.  WTF? I would ponder.  Does he mean doodie or 
   duty, and what does it have to do with the flag?  One day it all broke 
   clear: at the beginning of the duty day (his dad is in the military) 
   the flag goes up and at the end of the duty day they take it down.  He 
   records this event faithfully each weekend day and night with a camera 
   phone that has not been charged for a long time.  I sat facing this flag 
   pole performing for seventeen years and never really noticed this ritual 
   event consciously. Now that I am in on the secret it delights him to use 
   me as an obsession sounding board like some old codger at the bar who 
   wont shut up about golf to non-golfers. 
   
   I enjoy this narrow ramp into his tiny world and we run the reps 
   together.  Why do they take down the flag he asks me earnestly as if it 
   was the very first time.  Because it is the end of the duty day I feed 
   back my well rehearsed line.  He lights up at the prompt.  YES it is the 
   end of the duty day and the flag comes down.  What happens at the 
   beginning of the duty day John Paul? I ask in complete innocence.  This 
   is urgent and I need to know.  He is about to win the highest prize ever 
   on Jeopardy:

[FairfieldLife] Re: 17 Afghans Beheaded for Partying

2012-08-27 Thread John

Most Americans are sick of this war.  We've already won.  And, the Afghans now 
have their own government.  Why stay there any longer?



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Richard J. Williams richard@... wrote:

 John:
  This is just another example that shows the US should 
  get out of there ASAP.  
 
 So, you're thinking that Obama could win the next
 election by walking our troops out of Afghanistan?
 
 Not sure if Obama can afford a big military loss after 
 investing ten years to win. This is 'Obama's War', 
 remember? Do we really want Obama to lose the war he 
 fully supported?
 
 For many liberal activists, opposing the war was really 
 about opposing George W. Bush. - Glenn Reynolds

[FairfieldLife] Re: Say it