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What's your fortune cookie?
So for the second time in a row I was gypped out of my favorite part of the Chinese takeout experience... the fortune cookie. It was missing, twice and I looked everywhere for it. Could it have fallen out of the bag? Twice?? No this was no mistake. Perhaps it's a new tradition... "no cookie". No little triangle of crunchy goodness with ancient wisdom to guide my destiny. No lucky numbers. Sadly, no oranges or almond cookies with the little piece of almond glued to the center either. Zippo fortuno amigo. OK, so what's the big deal about not getting a fortune? It's the principle of the bad message it's sending out. It's the silent night of if we ignore it like it never existed, soon people will forget and guess what?? They will. But I haven't forgotten just yet. The end of the Chinese take out meal is just not complete until the cookies are cracked and while the little papers barely make any sense at all, there's a certain sense to knowing that at the end, you can depend on the fortune to be there waiting to be passed out. "You are wise beyond your years", "You will do well in any venture", " Were a happy family and you too" Lucky Numbers 3,7,45,18 4.... OK I think I've made my point. Do not skimp on the fortunes take out joints or I will have to find a place that still has cookies, in or out of the sanitary plastic wrapper, I almost prefer them unsterilized. The plastic gives them this plastic taste I could live without.
I wound up snacking on a runner up treat of noodles with duck sauce. WTF is "duck" sauce anyway? It has nothing to do with a duck and everything to do with sugar, starch and some type of toxic food coloring most likey, or I could've just made that up. I need a fact checker willing to work for free. OK... back to sorting through all of the clothes I don't wear anymore. I am weeding out the old and welcoming the new in 2010. It is going to be the new me. Time for reinvention. I really think last year sucked pretty bad for most people and the energy was pretty stale feeling in our fair city of have more and more and more or less and less and less, depending on which side of the haves or have notes you fall on. Lots of ch ch ch changes and not too many good ones, BUT it's time for me to put the complaining mouth away and to get the hands busy creating my destiny, with or without a fortune cookie to guide me safely into the future. It's going to be all about manifesting what's out there already waiting for me to collect. I spent a lot of time trying to force things but those days are gone by now and as Echart Tolle's book 'THE POWER OF NOW" explains... we really do only have this moment, and that is the gift. The present. I love to say "The power of now compels me" Out loud with a Dracula like accent as a play on the Exorcist's "The power of Christ compels you" OK, on that note, I'm falling asleep now with the lead noodles piercing a hole in my stomach.... sweet duck sauce dreams kids of America. WK
Friday, August 27, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Ok, I was just double fisting technology and wasn't sure whether it was ok that I was excited and appauled at the same time. I think it's ok. It's hard not to get caught up in all of the toys that distract from life. Life can be overwhelming at times. Especially here in New York City. I guess it's an American thing, as my new Aussie friend might say. She loves Americans. Maybe were like watching a car accident and it's victims. You are attracted and sickened etc.. blady blah blah.... We work ourselves into distraction or are just stupid and watch reality t.v all day and mix it up on shuffle with Oprah and the
Shopping Channel. What could be better? Nothing!
I"m American. I've never felt la national concsious like this before. Is it my age? I'm NOT anti American whatsoever by the way any weird psycho people who may read this at some point. Hear Ye Hear Ye Gather round George Washington lovers and Paul Reverians. I am proud of what the forefathers created (our constitiution) ( for those of us who slept through History class... it's that big important piece of paper that starts with that saying "We The People".
This is not the case at the moment. We The People are the 1 percent of this nations population at the moment and the people are too distracted, over worked, underpaid, or out of work without health care to notice, and too tired to take action. The bottom line is that we need to stop blaming things and each other and even the evil do-ers that got us into this shit hole of a disastourous greedy highly uneccessary, totally fuckin greedy like their dicks should fall off like slippery snakes who shed their rattles, sort of mess, and get the fuck on with it already.
We need a fuckin revolution. Don't get me wrong, we are certainly not the only country in a mess, but what I want to know is when is this country going to focus on itself in a good way so that we can better help others? What happened to "Leading By Example" Right now, "we the people" look like the idiot american in a major way to most of the world. Not something to feel super proud of. I'm not sure what sort of revolution we could even have at this point. I mean people would be confused at whether or not to bring their smart phone to the revolt or or if they should go to the "Change This Shit Now" rally at all when they could stay at home or on any street corner and Twitter their life away. Twitter is the perfect name for that insanity. Fuck, I guess I'm Internet-bipolar " It's a thin line between love and hate.
Ok, how the F did I get so dammned serious tonight? I am actually having a blast at the moment, and loving that I have the Sims on my new phone. I'm going to create my perfect reality via Sims and smoke as much weed as possible and hopefully I will become one with the Sims and live happily and Simfully ever after. FTW (joking) - WK
Shopping Channel. What could be better? Nothing!
I"m American. I've never felt la national concsious like this before. Is it my age? I'm NOT anti American whatsoever by the way any weird psycho people who may read this at some point. Hear Ye Hear Ye Gather round George Washington lovers and Paul Reverians. I am proud of what the forefathers created (our constitiution) ( for those of us who slept through History class... it's that big important piece of paper that starts with that saying "We The People".
This is not the case at the moment. We The People are the 1 percent of this nations population at the moment and the people are too distracted, over worked, underpaid, or out of work without health care to notice, and too tired to take action. The bottom line is that we need to stop blaming things and each other and even the evil do-ers that got us into this shit hole of a disastourous greedy highly uneccessary, totally fuckin greedy like their dicks should fall off like slippery snakes who shed their rattles, sort of mess, and get the fuck on with it already.
We need a fuckin revolution. Don't get me wrong, we are certainly not the only country in a mess, but what I want to know is when is this country going to focus on itself in a good way so that we can better help others? What happened to "Leading By Example" Right now, "we the people" look like the idiot american in a major way to most of the world. Not something to feel super proud of. I'm not sure what sort of revolution we could even have at this point. I mean people would be confused at whether or not to bring their smart phone to the revolt or or if they should go to the "Change This Shit Now" rally at all when they could stay at home or on any street corner and Twitter their life away. Twitter is the perfect name for that insanity. Fuck, I guess I'm Internet-bipolar " It's a thin line between love and hate.
Ok, how the F did I get so dammned serious tonight? I am actually having a blast at the moment, and loving that I have the Sims on my new phone. I'm going to create my perfect reality via Sims and smoke as much weed as possible and hopefully I will become one with the Sims and live happily and Simfully ever after. FTW (joking) - WK
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Who is your CEO... Heart or Brain?
Some peoples brains are in charge. Not mine. If my brain were boss it would be sleek and stylish in an androgenous sort of way. My brain would wear Alexander McQueen and Prada. My heart is not as cool as my brain. My heart is bigger than my brain so it wins out every time over brainy pants. My heart wants what it wants when it wants it and will just keep on going towards it's target like the Terminiators do in Terminator 2. Was that the one without Arnold? That seemed wrong somehow. My heart is never wrong, sometimes it's just a little too generous with other peoples mistakes and justifys bad behavior because it was dropped on it's little heart head too many times as a little heart baby. Were all really just big babies when it comes down to it aren't we? We gather more information as the years go on but our essence is there at birth aka "the soul" and our personalities are there too, then life teaches us whatever it does in the first 6 years. We develop the things that work for us, the things that protect us, and the things that help get us what we want. So who does the wanting? The Heart or The Brain? Do they take turns? Do they have profit sharing? Can one be fired without a severance package? Just wondering..............
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Mothers Wolves and Demons
I'm f**kin ANGRY right now. It took every ounce of self restraint I could muster to not hurl my large Starbucks happy holiday in November coffee cup complete with coffee, soymilk, 3 honeys and snowflake graphics, into the face of a Mad Man today. I capitalized Mad Man because this dude was fuckin ANGRY and Anger begets Anger when a mother (me) is protecting her young (Quentin). This demonic psycho freak from hell came right up to Q and I with a murderous glazed over look in his eyes and a Wolf on a leash. I was half awake with late morning sleep in my eyes, about to chill on a bench by St. Mark's church ready to contemplate peace on earth, when MM appeared with Wolf Dog and began his unprovoked demon attack. . I smiled in denial and tried to stay calm while quicky ushering Q out of harms reach. Q thinks he's a rotweiller named Napolean and hates big dogs with pointy snouts with the same fiecness Jen and Angelina would display in a world wide wrestling bout.
MM proded Wolf Dog closer and closer like a Nazi would do to a Jew in the 40's and my brain was flashing fight or flight faster then a broken strobe light. Q had already decided to fight, but as chief general of our army of 2, I strategicly choose to lose the battle in order win the inevitable war of keeping Q alive. MM kept his eyes sqaurely on me as the target of his Anger but Q was the bait, and while I wanted to blow MM's angry head off with an M15 rifle, I didn't have one handy, so backing off was best.
In shock I staggered a few feet in retreat and saw an empty rum bottle sitting on the stone wall of the church garden. I wondered if MM had just polished it off for breakfast, then began plotting my revenge. I wanted to find MM and beat him with a baseball bat Brooklyn Dodger style. I wanted to hit a home run with his head. If the same scene had occured 2 years ago, I would have not had the self control to hold onto my coffee or my sanity.
I've since grown into someone with a fair amount of self control, at least when it comes to street crazies and wolves. That may sound like a given, but I know first hand that when Anger is swallowed but not fully digested or released in a healthy way, it manifests into rage and that's what happened today with MM and ME.
Like a parasite living quietly below the surface feeding off it's host, Anger eats away at the host causing the host to inflict pain on innocent bystanders. Look at Isreal and Palastine. Suicide bombing anyone?
Underneath layers of anger are usually layers of un-addressed pain. This is most likely how Ghandi, The Dali Lama, Christ, Budda, and all the other highly evolved beings through history have stayed peaceful in the face of extreme anger. They must have known that the people who wanted to destroy them were in a state of living hell, and they knew not what they were doing. I beleive that when humans are cut off from the source of life giving light (love) that darkness takes over, and we become prisoners of our pain.
So, now an hour or so after my morning attack by demons, wolves, and madmen, this mother is sitting here with her son cuddling on her lap, feeling grateful for not having turned into a vengeful werewolf. I'm happy to have enough love in my life and in my heart to feel some compassion for MM and for those like him walking the earth like the living dead. Anger is contagious and I don't want that disease.
I wonder if Wolf Dog sits on his lap and licks his rotting wounds for him, or if they live in a dirty basement tied up in opposite corners of the room while rats run circles waiting to feast on the misery? On that note, I"m going to take a baptismal shower now and wash off the black energy from my psyche. Why do I feel like howling at the moon?
MM proded Wolf Dog closer and closer like a Nazi would do to a Jew in the 40's and my brain was flashing fight or flight faster then a broken strobe light. Q had already decided to fight, but as chief general of our army of 2, I strategicly choose to lose the battle in order win the inevitable war of keeping Q alive. MM kept his eyes sqaurely on me as the target of his Anger but Q was the bait, and while I wanted to blow MM's angry head off with an M15 rifle, I didn't have one handy, so backing off was best.
In shock I staggered a few feet in retreat and saw an empty rum bottle sitting on the stone wall of the church garden. I wondered if MM had just polished it off for breakfast, then began plotting my revenge. I wanted to find MM and beat him with a baseball bat Brooklyn Dodger style. I wanted to hit a home run with his head. If the same scene had occured 2 years ago, I would have not had the self control to hold onto my coffee or my sanity.
I've since grown into someone with a fair amount of self control, at least when it comes to street crazies and wolves. That may sound like a given, but I know first hand that when Anger is swallowed but not fully digested or released in a healthy way, it manifests into rage and that's what happened today with MM and ME.
Like a parasite living quietly below the surface feeding off it's host, Anger eats away at the host causing the host to inflict pain on innocent bystanders. Look at Isreal and Palastine. Suicide bombing anyone?
Underneath layers of anger are usually layers of un-addressed pain. This is most likely how Ghandi, The Dali Lama, Christ, Budda, and all the other highly evolved beings through history have stayed peaceful in the face of extreme anger. They must have known that the people who wanted to destroy them were in a state of living hell, and they knew not what they were doing. I beleive that when humans are cut off from the source of life giving light (love) that darkness takes over, and we become prisoners of our pain.
So, now an hour or so after my morning attack by demons, wolves, and madmen, this mother is sitting here with her son cuddling on her lap, feeling grateful for not having turned into a vengeful werewolf. I'm happy to have enough love in my life and in my heart to feel some compassion for MM and for those like him walking the earth like the living dead. Anger is contagious and I don't want that disease.
I wonder if Wolf Dog sits on his lap and licks his rotting wounds for him, or if they live in a dirty basement tied up in opposite corners of the room while rats run circles waiting to feast on the misery? On that note, I"m going to take a baptismal shower now and wash off the black energy from my psyche. Why do I feel like howling at the moon?
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Jesus Drives A Cab
I wanted to sit on one of the many, many benches in front of the Houston St. American Apparel aka American Titty to write this old skool style in a notebook, but when I walked to the tiny "convenience" store to purchase one, it was too inconvenient for the "gentleman" who owned the place to help me. I asked "do you sell notebooks"? Yes he replied, and pointed to a shelf way up high in the arctic zone of crap. "Which one, the big or small"? The "big" cost 6 bucks he told me before getting it down with the poker. He had begun poking but didn't have great technique so the book stayed frozen in time. I declined and asked him how he expected to sell anything in his store when he's charging $6 bucks for a 1 subject spiral. He smiled a fuck you smile, and I left.
I probably wouldn't have been so effected but minutes before in the Pizza Palace also on Houston my slice and soda went off like this: I asked for a plain slice just warm please and a club soda. The kid pointed to the right put the slice in the oven and walked away. I said "where's the soda" he said "she gets it for you". Who the fuck is she I thought and walked right a few feet to see a girl behind a hidden wall of pizza boxes. She was busy doing nothing so she gave me the soda, rung up the bill but melted down when I asked for a cup with ice. She handed me a dixie cup. I asked if she had a to go cup like the kind with a lid and a straw. There was a huge pile of them sitting there. Maybe she thought I asked her if I could stick my tongue down her throat because she looked offended. Then pizza boy handed me the burning hot slice and I burned my hand on it mid hand off. I said "ouch" that's really hot! He took it back and said "you tell me when you want it out" and put another slice in the oven. I said, just warm please. "NO you tell me when You want it out, EXACTLY WHEN YOU WANT IT.
Warm slice and soda cup in hand, I left and sat on an American Apparel bench and felt sort of numb. I used to own a shop 1 block from the AA bench. I felt a little sad that the coolness of the area had been sold to the hot hands of the devil, with nothing left but smoke, mirrors, and burning hot pizza. I sat and thought how badly my day had sucked and how I spent over $100 on absolutely nothing. Each time I handed the green over I was met with over priced goods and underwhelming service. The grand total was my thinking New York is dead, and living here now is only good for undertakers, vampires and legal thieves.
I thought all of what I loved about NY was truly lost. Then suddenly Jesus appeared in the form of a yellow cab. This happened a few days after my "pizza/notebook" let down. I was on some desolate road near the BQE (I think) mid break up fight with my girlfriend (really bad day) when I saw the only yellow cab in sight and got in. I was soaking wet from the Coney Island sea, clutching a wad of singles, wet jeans, cell phone, keys, wearing polka dot boxer shorts and a lunatic grin. I had waded into the sea fully dressed as a bonding experience with the GF. The bonding didn't hold too well because soon enough we sunk down into our deep sea of insanity and fell apart at the seams. Bonding over. In Cab I trust.
Jesus Cab as I call him, or "Rolling For Jesus" as his business cards state, is Philip Frabosilo. A jovial man of God who is super happy to serve his customers with smiles, jokes, and yes Jesus love. Apparently God likes to travel, even on the BQE. Jesus Cab doesn't preach the gospel or try to convert his passengers. He just drives around with bible memorabilia and offers passengers a listening ear if they want, or just a kindness that is well... angelic. Strange enough this was my second time in Jesus Cab but it had changed a bit. The first time was several years ago and it was covered in colorful figurines, xmas lights, bible sayings, and everything Jesus. I mean I think it was the same cab. Could there be two? Nah, there's only room in this town for one Jesus Cab. This time the cab was decorated more modestly (must be the recession) but the message was the same. Move over Rover and let Jesus take over.
I probably wouldn't have been so effected but minutes before in the Pizza Palace also on Houston my slice and soda went off like this: I asked for a plain slice just warm please and a club soda. The kid pointed to the right put the slice in the oven and walked away. I said "where's the soda" he said "she gets it for you". Who the fuck is she I thought and walked right a few feet to see a girl behind a hidden wall of pizza boxes. She was busy doing nothing so she gave me the soda, rung up the bill but melted down when I asked for a cup with ice. She handed me a dixie cup. I asked if she had a to go cup like the kind with a lid and a straw. There was a huge pile of them sitting there. Maybe she thought I asked her if I could stick my tongue down her throat because she looked offended. Then pizza boy handed me the burning hot slice and I burned my hand on it mid hand off. I said "ouch" that's really hot! He took it back and said "you tell me when you want it out" and put another slice in the oven. I said, just warm please. "NO you tell me when You want it out, EXACTLY WHEN YOU WANT IT.
Warm slice and soda cup in hand, I left and sat on an American Apparel bench and felt sort of numb. I used to own a shop 1 block from the AA bench. I felt a little sad that the coolness of the area had been sold to the hot hands of the devil, with nothing left but smoke, mirrors, and burning hot pizza. I sat and thought how badly my day had sucked and how I spent over $100 on absolutely nothing. Each time I handed the green over I was met with over priced goods and underwhelming service. The grand total was my thinking New York is dead, and living here now is only good for undertakers, vampires and legal thieves.
I thought all of what I loved about NY was truly lost. Then suddenly Jesus appeared in the form of a yellow cab. This happened a few days after my "pizza/notebook" let down. I was on some desolate road near the BQE (I think) mid break up fight with my girlfriend (really bad day) when I saw the only yellow cab in sight and got in. I was soaking wet from the Coney Island sea, clutching a wad of singles, wet jeans, cell phone, keys, wearing polka dot boxer shorts and a lunatic grin. I had waded into the sea fully dressed as a bonding experience with the GF. The bonding didn't hold too well because soon enough we sunk down into our deep sea of insanity and fell apart at the seams. Bonding over. In Cab I trust.
Jesus Cab as I call him, or "Rolling For Jesus" as his business cards state, is Philip Frabosilo. A jovial man of God who is super happy to serve his customers with smiles, jokes, and yes Jesus love. Apparently God likes to travel, even on the BQE. Jesus Cab doesn't preach the gospel or try to convert his passengers. He just drives around with bible memorabilia and offers passengers a listening ear if they want, or just a kindness that is well... angelic. Strange enough this was my second time in Jesus Cab but it had changed a bit. The first time was several years ago and it was covered in colorful figurines, xmas lights, bible sayings, and everything Jesus. I mean I think it was the same cab. Could there be two? Nah, there's only room in this town for one Jesus Cab. This time the cab was decorated more modestly (must be the recession) but the message was the same. Move over Rover and let Jesus take over.
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