Tuesday, November 28, 2006

A rose among the bare branches

Ever try keeping your spent bitter blooms / bleary eyed petals/sincerely yet surely disintegrating soul/icy cold core ....... unruffled & perfectly poised among the thorns? Personally I think promoting the abscense or discipline of promiscuity yet constantly embracing/connecting/& maintaining a fun/ perfectly floral wildflower outlook among bare branches is a way more praisworthy act of floral discipline and self preservation for future floral generations, than the proverbial embracing /learning to live with the thorns of thursdays and alot of other days .
The sort of everywhere outlook those of wildflower descent tend to express in wayward dances of eloquence and "bloom where your planted" and everywhere in between profusion. I guess bare branches and thorns both have their cons , but albeit being pretty much clear as day and a certain emporer's new clothes kind of cons, its still sort of bordering on unadulterated ambiguity in terms of black white and shades of sky blue sapphire.
Anyway on a brighter note ,this flirty floral/lack of foliage contrast, is a perfect fusion of fickle winter branches and soothing summer rose bloomings in late November. And definitely worthy of the petulant petal for perpetual perceiving and innovative juxtapositioning in late November award. Its smarter to thrive among bare branches as opposed to surviving among the thorns.
Thorns and Hurt are deceitful in nature and consistently cumulative . Bare and Harsh are real and easier to comprehend and get used to .

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Unadulterated Altruism

Why is "unadulterated" and "altruism" quite the difficult combination to find in a given sequential emotional thought process equation nowadays.
Why are moldy alterior motives running rampant among the fields of altruistic flowers in addition to being overshadowed by the weeds of other forms of neediness like constant sucking up to larger than life beings or even more annoying the plethora of weedy people pleasing junkies ,getting high on consistent recognition and the constant craving for praise /public propping & any brand of acknowledgement available

Why are alterior motives,and distinctly rotten cores the inherent basis of so many acts and orgs of altruism, or do I just keep bumping into the wrong crowds .
Alterior motives is soooo the pure and unadulterated ruin any good the associated altruism would generate.It just paints everything a selfish/self centric shade of egotistical green.
Insecure is also quite the annoying trait. And definitely distinctly related to the new and improved increase of quite a number of less than bright and acutely annoying individuals and related happenstancings.
Sucking up to others will not fix insecurities though.Neither will pretend concern or other pretend/ congenial related acts of goodness done exclusively for surfacey /cosmetic purposes only. Or to distract from a rotten/selfish/phishing for acknowledgement/honor/money/fame/other fun desires and neediness concerns core.
It just further confuses those that think they have found real meaning / pure depth and someone/thing to emulate .
All that sucking up to others cannot be a good thing in the long run.
Real/Truth/Pure/Purpose and Sucking Up/Alterior Motives/Self Centric oriented ..... cannot coexist in the same sequential emotional thought process.
Is unadulterated altruism, goin the way of lofty esoteric traits of the biblical era. And relegated to random /dusty cobweb laced folders , filed away neatly in the musty mindsets of mature individuals that are way too tired to pretend anymore. With the occasional posthumous honorable mention in Absolute Peach Vodka for the mystical myth loving soul stories book , served right after ure done reading chicken soup for the looking for direction soul .........

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Crackberry Concepts/ Blackberry Brandy

I soooo cant imagine life without a blackberry. Its currently my most beloved material possession. (my other favorite material possession being my new canon power shot elph sd900 received just in time for the christmas lights and related sparkly happenstancing ) G-d is so good to me every decade or so .

The blackberry is my mobile /versatile/ all encompassing secure know it all (that doesnt ever feel the need to assure me of its know it all status which would ruin so many things ) ........ my slim basic life structure. AnyOne I want to remember/connect with / forget/ignore /AnyThing I need to do/ say/ remember or forget its all in the blackberry.All my secrets/failings/insecurities shortcomings/Pollyana/Care Bear related aspirations/Alice in Wonderland wonderings/Curious George contemplatings /Peter Pan ponderings & tendencies/Sponge Bob perspectives/Strawberry Shorcake idealogies....... its all in the blackberry . When my blackberry begins to doubt me or itself with numb or freezing tendencies thats when I know pits or seeds are in the foreseeable future . I think though I'm ok for now, being that its just been replaced and is quite the epitome of quick. Now with efficient/ new and improved Edge technology. And I always so did and still do love living on the edge .

Sharon Begley had a brilliant article in the Wall Street Journal in 2002 when I was still acutely poor and drooling about the blackberry . I snipped the article out and tacked it on to my fascinating articles for future reference and pondering tackboard near my bed, in true "create a picture of how you envision you life to be and somehow create " fashion. I eventually lost the article in one of my many souvenirs of happenstancings gone by lucite storage bins ........ but google has always been a great friend/educator & article locator ="http://www.stanford.edu/class/linguist34/Unit_08/blackberry.htm>blackberry branding

Monday, November 20, 2006

Moldy Metaphors: A tribute to a Distinctly Toxic Educator of Years Gone Bye

This sequential thought process and related sidetracks is in honor of Principal H and her Moldy Metaphor for Goodbye and GoodLucking "Different flowers grow in Different soils" which is not quite the best metaphor to express your disinterest in educating the exotic tropical plants or the wayward wildflower student(s) in question...... Just so you know for future reference in case your still a principal somewhere and have some gardening concerns ..........
Hope your muddy soil suits you and may it continue to sully any other moldy metaphor related attempts at gardening students .Those cactus's you've managed to educate are quite the prickly group. Do they do anything else besides breed/prick/sting and breed some more ?
Basically , i've learnt If you find yourself in a figuretive garden comprised of Educators with moldy metaphors and general garden inhabitants consisting of prickly points/ petulant petals/ bleary eyed blossoms /spent brooding blooms/ fickle flowers and Sincerely Snobby Shrubs that are just ruining your growth patterns and blocking the sunlight, its best to move on and find yourself a new patch for basking in the sunlight. And just plant yourself a whole new patch of colorful/meaningful truly friendly flowers.
There is the not so subtle difference between living in "the proverbial rose garden that was never promised" and residing in a lovely unadulterated cactus patch (just dont fall in ,whatever you do ). Or endless stretches of grassy fields boasting boastful yet moldy weeds & allergen related properties, pretending to be smiling sunflowers but at one point or another they show their true dandelion colors .You can still make a wish though ......
Some religious schools dont even get that deep with the promises or the breeding which is ok if only the issue was the lack of "rose garden promise" ...... but sometimes its just busy focusing on the rules concerning "how to garden modestly like Ruth when she went harvesting" As long as youre fully clothed , it doesnt really matter what kind of flowers your goin to act like or cultivate and continue breeding or even marry.
Cactuses breed cactuses they do not have any disciplined / friendly/respectful flora related relatives.Weeds breed more disrespectufl weeds and the occasional disrespectful wildflower, no perfectly manicured rosebushes or well mannered chrysanthemums in sight.
And sometimes in high school , if your petals are not fully clothed, well then you might get served with moldy metaphors like "different flowers grow in different soils " along with a leave and do not return card.You may want to join up with the Naked Cowboy in Times Square since you've already slackened with that neckbone collar covering rule.You can use the tips to purchase your own roses .I would reccomend the David Austin brand.
No,some high schools never did get quite that far with breeding well mannered flowers and shrubbery or promising rose gardens or even just any sort of well mannered flowers. Just make sure your fully clothed and wash your husbands clothes and make him dinner so he can continue learning without being disturbed.Learning the ropes of religion in a prickly cactus patch rampant with dull dandelions /dim two leaf clover weeds and narrow minded crabgrass, makes you forget you ever wanted to be part of the garden of eden concept.
I think certain kiruv orgs and high schools should get together and produce and off broadway musical based on parts of Lynn Anderson's "Rose Garden Song" hyperfocusing on the "I Beg Your Pardon" part .... /Lessons from Pinnochio / The Pitfalls of Pollyana Persuading / Alice in Wonderland/Pippi Longstocking and Sponge Bob Square pants .
Anyway my rhetorical point - I just wish i knew who exactly am I suppposed to be emulating. How should I know where its best to belong.Why would I want to structure myself with religion related activites/Its so hard finding real people to respect ......Just some Adderall induced flashes of unadulterated focus/a perfect jumble of neuronal circuitry connecting /chemical balancing and brainwave action. And subsequent questions like why am I going and where and who exactly are my role models.........The answer might very well be starting a whole new colorful /friendly garden , preferably in far away friendly /exotic locations like Hawaii.
So when the high schools and kiruv orgs are done incorporating "derech eretz kadma latorah" they can move on to stuff "chanoch hanar al pi darcho " and then the skys the limit .....provided it doesnt rain/snow/sleet or hail .

NYC Color Coordinated St Corners -Autumn 2006

Yellow keeps thing Mellow/Rustic Tangerine Creates Quite the Serene Color Scene......
I looooove it when neighborhood tree leave's /wrought iron building accents and subway posts somehow create the perfect fusion of color /functionalism/aesthetics..... and picturesque moments of fickle and oh soooo fleeting ethereal seasonal color St. corner stories.

NYC Color Coordinated St Corners

NYC - Early Spring - 2006 : Focus on Functioning Winter White, Sort of Scattered Yet Cloudlessly Erudite ...........

NYC Color (dis)Coordinated St Corners

NYC - Early Spring - 2006 Bleary Eyed Blissful Blossoms : Always Think (Perfectly) Pink..... Even if theres a bit of rustic tangerine in the picture .

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Windows of Wishes & Window Wishing

"Today 5:00 pm" .... Macy's did the unveiling of their legendary holiday windows at 34'th. They have always been quite the holiday window displays.
Window wishing today in the early afternoon hours right before the winter sunset , the windows were mostly covered with promising messages of Harmony/ Beauty/ Joy / Friendship "Today 5:00 pm".
I did get a sneak preview of Joy though.It was quite the window experience.
Holiday decorating and twinkling lights really do warm the bitterly cold weather and outlooks
Just till January though .
Then it's Valentines Day , theres plenty of love/ pink hearts/ glitter and sparkle for purchasing purposes and receiving opportunities .You may even get lucky like me and get unsolicited hershey chocolate kisses in Times Square.

Friday, November 17, 2006

When reality gets Muddy.....

Just keep planting flowers, until reality is just a hazy shade of concentrated color. It gets tricky come winter/ snow and sleet though. Once the clean slate of pure snow starts melting , your back to square mud and its quite the sinking sort of mud squares. Not the ideal material for mud pies or anything Pollyana related. Just pure and unadulterated mud/slush and deep deep puddles. The kind of puddles that often catch starry eyed /sparkle dust /winter wonderland NYC tourists by deep slush suprise at crowded NYC street corners and intersections.
DONT FALL IN !!!!!!!!!!!
Its not that much fun mostly....

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Fall Finale

There is something so final about November weather. Its like here are some warm /rainy days in case you miss summer and are experiencing sunning and tanning withdrawl symptoms. But dont get too comfortable or anything cold /bitter and rainy are all on their merry way down. There just seems to be a few minor sidetracks /technical difficulties & some hurricanes and tornadoes to tend to before they make their way down this way. They should be arriving shortly though , all decked out in winter snowflake finery and plenty of whimsicle icicles to decorate life with. Fickle is another one of November's few attributes as is rain, warm/ lukewarm and bitterly cold depending on the mood of the moment.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Peculier Pub Ponderings & English Lofts

Peculier Pub on Bleeker St , is one of my favorite drinking spots in NYC . Many thanks in full to the one and only Janey for lighting the way towards this particular pub in addition to generally "seeing the laughs for the lofts" when flirting with cute English tourists - not actually residing in looooufts (oh my god I loooove lofts ) but apparently quite full of stories involving lauuuughs . Janey, one day your astute Janique observations /inherent intellectualism/ focused functionalism and perspectives on priorities and marriage stuff will register as valid paths with no error messages. For now they are just filed away under "the ultimate flavored beer over wooden tables creative vocabulary on postcards lessons and related lofty life lessons ".

Peculier Pub Is the perfectly mystic mixture of exotic beer flavors wooden tables/general woodsy decor and heart thawing memories of friendships gone by /renewed and created.Its the perfect place to practice creative ways of elucidating on which letter of the alphabet your referring to, thats F as in Fickle and P as in PMS ....... celebrate milestones /stepping stones/ stumbling blocks and the occasional pitfall.To catch up with old friendships/flirt with tourists from England or just celebrate wrong career choices.There is nothing quite like hovering under wrong assumptions and missed opportunities armed with a Heather Froach Ale or a Woodchuck Draft cider pear flavored ,five friends and an all encompassing resounding multiple toast for holiday cheer consisting of a beer from every state and country .Life is sooooo perfect like that.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Daily Dose of Dismal Disarray

The dismal dose of reality that can medicate any day/task or cubicle curriculum into unadulterated disarray, is the "too dim for bright and too bright for dim" concept all too often running for attention & acknowledgement in a certain jumble of brain waves & circuitry systems.Which seems to be connecting any which way in wayword, circuitious routes & paths, paved/traveled heavily on by meandering energy.And the new & improved neediness now fully ensconced in a coral coated capsule of obnoxiousness, for image preserving purposes.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Wooden Wonderings On Fading To Foam

How integral/ inherent a component is the core/ substance and essence.
Is it ok to just continuously redecorate re-fabricate depending on season and what sort of ladder rung (rusty or platinum or even tungsten steel ) your trying to balance yourself on.
It gets sort of tricky when you spend your whole life fabricating a funky fun or flirty floral fabric outlook only to make the disconcerting discovery that your core essence is just a flimsy piece of spongey foam .Eagerly absorbing and constantly self saturating with all the flirting, flattery and screwy playing dumb in a smooth jazz song concepts and suggestions that are flung along .Thoroughly distracted and secure in the perpetual plastic protection myth and utterly oblivious to the foam thats beginning to question her plastic existence by peeking out with her true colors. I guess its just easier to do a sponge material makeover in a whole new shade of pink coral pleather.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Saturated Scarves and Disconcerting Discoveries

Oh my G-d , will the rain ever stop for just a second or two for some visibility ability. So I believe i'm thoroughly soaked and sincerely saturated ,straight through to the depths of my heart. The far reaching influence of the torrential unrelenting rain drops actually include the replenishing of my empty tear ducts with a cup runneth over sort of attitude of refreshing rainwater for future reference. Quite the comforting thought , as you can never have more than enough tears for future reference.I've never forgotten Forrest Gump's "life is like box of chocolates, you never know what your gonna get" . Which is quite the profound truism for pondering .............
On the way back , today sitting in a thoroughly drenched huddle of wet clothes and equally wet accessories all dripping in unison, I fell asleep on the train from Essex and ended up all the way on 179th in Queens missing my intended destination stop give or take an hour or so . The rain in NYC today was definitely not your average mystically misty light warm rain on the not your average warm November wednesday.
It was a harsh ,bitter I will screw you with my rain drops till your pants and all layers of clothing including scarf are wetter than the east river .It was quite the in your face raindrop display, not the happiest raindrops around either.Apparently their childhood in the clouds was quite the cloudy experience and not exactly located in rainbow valley. And the no pot of gold situation was not quite the sort of reality they were anticipating hence the outburst.
I cant seem to get dry or warm. Its like my heart was just drenched into a permanent state of cold, hard ,bitter raindrops that will not dry no matter how hard I try covering up with a warm Abercrombie sweatshirts or a pretty knitted perfectly pink coral and purple birthday scarf from a friend . For some reason this sort of fabricated fixing is not working anymore. And that is quite the disconcerting discovery of the day among other new constant discoveries and realizations.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Innovative Nightlights for Enlightening

Inspiration, awe , jaded, enlightened, love, enthralled , faith ..... emotions in general are basically a jumble of brain wiring /circuitry systems and related chemicals. If the chemical levels are not goin haywire and all circuits and juices are flowing smoothly its smooth sailing sunday at the balanced shore .

Why are some people so complacent, & OK with flourescent lights and winter white ceilings , the utterly mundane,perfectly happy with hum drum and the ordinary, while others crave crystal chandeliers and perfectly pink coral ceilings ,constant stimulation/on the edge thrills / innovation and will only settle for out of the ordinary.

There is so much in life thats expected, but sort of impossible with the living on the edge brain. Is ritalin and adderall really the answer, is coastin on hum drum highway and getting off on ordinary ave, end results that should be incorporated into life's mission statement ?

Thursday, November 02, 2006

How Green will Your Grass Grow

The grass is always greener , when you confine your grass to small circular metal spaces for decorative purposes only . If you dont like local/strict/rigid/look before you step , confined spaces and love the global everywhere approach to stuff, replacing the grass with colorful flowers (in open spaces) is a way better solution than trying to figure out how to keep your grass from getting trampled on and switching colors on you.
Its way easier to be hyper happy and ectatically ecstatic on a consistent basis , if your patch is just a colorful open space of wildflowers running rampant in a "bloom where your planted" and EverywherE in between sort of way.When the going gets muddy, just keep on planting more flowers until the mud is a just a fading memory of smudged drudgery.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Moldy Musings

"Cast thy bread upon the waters, for thou shalt find it after many days "

Just make sure the bread your casting is not fluffy, surfacey moldy and riddled with smiles and holes. Like the kind of bread they sometimes serve at school lunches and classes. Sooner or later , "after many days" , those in charge of distributing the moldy defective products will be inundated with customer service issues/ complaints and other fun happenings and uncomfortable happenstancings.It might be worth it to serve whole wheat and nutritious bread as opposed to fluffy white bread - which is a surfacey sort of bread product and doesnt have as much of a positive impact on the soul like the pure ,real whole wheat bread is known to perpetuate.