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Friday, September 23, 2005

One Bird, 10,000 Stars 

If ever there was a day that could convince God to believe in Us, it was yesterday.

An old friend reunited. A new friend easily picked up. The generosity and poise of a 26 year old with two hooks through his nose bending down to pick up the spilled cafeteria tray of a frazzled, though smartly dressed, Upper East-sider. The child-like wonder staring at the unlife of a frozen statue come startingly to life. Sharing food on the steps of a building that houses some of history's greatest artwork, excpet for those ideas, dreams, visions that are housed in the five of us.

I know it meant even more to those of you who normally would've been at work, but still I think there was a lesson in the air for all of us yesterday. Mainly, that to truly Live is to be Free and to truly be Free is to Live but a day with your friends.

I leave you guys with some of e.e. cumming's more compact insight on these issues:

#54

you shall above all things be glad and young.
For if you're young,whatever life you wear

it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirl's need:
i can entirely her only love

whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time

that you should ever think,may god forbid
and(in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

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Thursday, September 22, 2005

Glorious Rainbow! 

What a magnificent day!

If ever Damian could be convinced that a god exists it would be because of days like this. We pranced about in Central Park and wandered from south to north through the American Elm grove, down Literary Walk and past the Naumberg Bandshell. We hung at Bethseda Terrace, or simply The Mall, overlooking the fountain of the "Angel of the Waters".



Under pines and in the shade until hunger drove us towards Madison and then the Met. I ended up buying the private audio tour and wandered around the musuem almost randomly listening to various histories of Italian and Dutch Renaissance pieces, ancient Chinese and Japanese decorative arts, and finally the Medieval section before wandering down thr1ugh the park again to find the Q back home.

My calves and hamstrings screaming at me now, I'll chill the rest of the eve finishing off my first hanblecheya book.

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Sunday, September 04, 2005

Conservative for the next 40 years? 

Will W be allowed to announce yet another conservative judge on the court after Judge Rehnquist died yesterday? He was apparently the judge to shift the court into its present mode of conservatism in the early 70's, helping to make several decisions granting state's right, presiding over the Clinton impeachment, and then getting W elected in 2000.

Dems were pushing hard for a judge in the mold of O'Conner after she retired and were lucky to get right-centrist in Roberts, but there'll no mistaking the intentions of the Bush admin when announcing a replacement for Rehnquist.

On the other hand, the White House seems to be taking a lot of heat for the slowness and incompetence they showed with their response to New Orleans. Maybe they'll have to make some compromises in the near future to acquiesce the anger Americans are directing their way.

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