The French Press Method for Brewing Coffee
The French Press method for brewing coffee…the French Press method is highly recommended for anyone who wants a quick and delicious cup of home-brewed coffee. Read More
The French Press method for brewing coffee…the French Press method is highly recommended for anyone who wants a quick and delicious cup of home-brewed coffee. Read More
The World is changing…
The world is forever changing
From “Lisa” to “tower” to iPod to iPad
From Blackberry to Schmackberry
From parallel to USB and USB to
G3
From G3 to G4
From G4 to G5
Where will it all end?
I just don’t know.
From analog to digital
And ultra sound to Sense-a-round.
From rat s___ to bat s___
And bat s___ to cat s___
Where it will end no one knows.
My cat sleeps.
I sleep
You sleep
We all sleep
Gadgets rule
Computers reign.
And newness rains down on us
In wave after wave.
While in the background
Faith dies and love flees.
Is every life a syllogism
An analogy
An algorithm
In all our tries at shaping a commonweal,
Are we just
So many energy fields,
Along with other life forms,
With whom we share attics and dorms
And bedrooms and halls.
Such as lizards, cats, and squirrels;
like seahorses, boys and girls; the really great thing
That we to life’s table bring
Is that we can put out light, motion and heat
Because energy
Is really
the thing
That can’t be beat!
Can this world beat the odds
And burn its old gods
And face its future
Rid of its sutures
Its old wounds healed
Its faith congealed
Into something sweeter than today.
Of something much nicer than now…
Will what lives in the hearts
of those who fight death with their art
On today’s soul-pained earth
Prove to be stronger
Than the impossible dearth
Of all that has worth
Of love, life and hope
things at which
we still blindly grope.
I prefer old cultures to bold cultures,
I like cultures where men dance with men
and good meals end with grateful burps
Where funerals and weddings are for immoderation
And women come with girth
Where Grandpa’s wrath is godlike
And Grandmas help give birth
Where life is a mystery to be lived
And love a party meant for all
What if the English were without English
Or the French without francais?
And Spaniards without Spanish
Even for a day?
We all must have our say in a tongue
That is fitting
So we can all get around
Whether standing or sitting
It’s a funny thing this ability
To make our needs known with facility
By twirling our tongues and
Moving our lips
And making sounds soft and hard
So it doesn’t matter if we’re busboy or bard
We won’t have to shuck and jive
When the moment has arrived
To commu-
ni-
cate
Without the tension
We wouldn’t have to mention
That luvin’ online
Isn’t always so fine
Cause we know for a fact
That it’s easy to act
When you’re halfway ‘cross the planet
And your face is just a pic
Be you Brad or be you Janet
A guy or some cute chick
You can fall for a bunch
Of text on your screen
and your heart can be aching
For someone you’ve never seen
So take my recommendation
And listen good and hard
If you look for love online
You better be smart
If you’re looking for some email
To make your heart melt
Then get ready to be steady
And buckle that seat belt!
At first God saved us from small bands of silent men
Stealing through the desert in search of caravans and camel drivers
stealthier and smarter in the ways of the world
As we, a faith-powered few fueled by a new metaphysic went in search of an answer
in a place where heaven-on-earth comes in two flavors: green and wet
God saved us from Ancient Semite cousins living in sun-baked cities made of mud
With walls tall enough to protect but just enough
Ruled by kings with a king’s street smarts if not much else that was kingly
Who knew the politics of rule went over best
With dusk-to-dawn feasts and enemies’ heads
Placed on sticks
From other kin with no unseen God
Who lived in great places and created engineering marvels undreamed of
by Hebrew poet-shephards, wanderers and seers
to whom math was a thing for Greek and Persian
and simple verses of praise and hope the thing for those who loved HaShem.
God saved us from all that was and is Rome
After 2000 years of hell on earth and social death and death-by-ghetto, mosque, cathedral,
Swastika, Stalin and (death by) the conviction of the least vehement of foes and maybe even the best of friends
that we would never be quite out of the top drawer
-this last infinitely more cutting than the death of a
thousand cuts and in its own way more powerful than the killing fields of the OstFront…
And now we live in an age that says you may not hate
Because hate is wrong and
The smell of death camps
was so strong
That hate itself is devoutly to be feared and exterminated
…unless preached with reasoned arguments
spoken by well dressed types on prime time and cable
so if in the end our algorithm-without-end of hate, persecution, death and survival of the Folk
were to poop-out and die
and we were left with no arch bully to fear and to fight
where, then, would we be
and whom then would we love?
Ourselves?
I took my kitty for a walk
In a cold and steady rain
I tried to take my mind off my sorrow
And that sharp and ice cold pain
Of losing the love that made me happy
And was now forever lost
And made me realize the great big secret of love’s
Great big cost
I heard a cry from way down low
That caused me to look down
And there was my little kitty
Wearing an awful frown
She continued to meow and whimper
As she bravely stared me down
But I was in another place and not quite ready yet
To hear the cries
of one so small and so wise
Who night after night curled up with love against my chest
And fixed me with those great big eyes
And had a soul made up of daffodils
And silver moonbeams
And never ending hoping
Whose only wish
Seemed
To be
To get me to stop
My moping
And wants me to look with trust in her great big eyes
So she can carry out
Her task
To let me know
In no uncertain terms
That yes
This too
Shall pass.
There were others before you..
Some fair some dark some both
light and lively
Some gloomy some doomy
Some sick some healthy
Some happy some not
Some cold some mean some loving some hot
There were some who smiled inwardly at the beauty of life
And some who didn’t like the thought’
Of being a wife
Some rough
Some needy
Some giving
Some poor
Some rich
Some chaste
Some begging’
For more
But in the end
There was nothing
There was nothing to do
Because what
They had in common
Was that
None
Of
Them
Was
you