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Notes: A Song for June

Notes: A Song for June- Still working on writing the song- Ain't got You- Springsteen comes to mind. Song must be raw emotion, naked honesty. Pain and beauty. I want it tell a story. I want to read the lyrics and see something that resonates. I'll follow up on this later tonight, at least I hope to.

Are We Poor

If I had a chalkboard inside my house I would have written the following three lines on it: Are We Poor. Are We Poor? Are We Poor! Then I would have taken the erasers and clapped them together and laughed while the dust went everywhere. It must be close to 25 years or so since the last time I got in trouble for that. But I don't have a chalkboard inside my house and I really didn't want to take the one on my porch inside. So instead of writing those three lines and speaking with my son about the influence of punctuation on the sentence I launched into a relatively brief discussion about why I don't care what others think and neither should he. It seems some other child at his camp told him that he thinks that we are poor. Being a man of class and distinction I told him that when he sees this boy tomorrow he should ask him if his father still beats his mother and whether his uncle still buggers the dog. Take a deep breath, I didn't say any of those things. I thought

Some Links

Deal reached for custody of Michael Jackson's children - Will these kids ever have anything resembling a normal life. Movie/record industry rep says that you shouldn't expect to be able to play your media for as long as you own it - Planned obsolescence for your media. This bothers me. The Book vs. The Kindle: funny videos about the Kindle's user rights shortcomings. - Some things worth thinking about. 2010 Camaro - I miss my '77 Camaro. I loved that car. Does Hairy Backvertising Go Too Far? Ah, another candidate for the Mangroomer. Don't miss our series of posts about useful products. The most recent one offered information about The Bathroom Revolution as well as links to previous posts.

If I had a Spare BillIon I might Buy This

LONDON, England (CNN) -- A spectacular superyacht has been designed by an internationally renowned urban planning architect in a very unusual shape. Seventy-six meter long "Oculus," which is designed for 12 guests, looks like a large sea creature, with one end looking uncannily like the jaw and eye socket of a shark or a killer whale. A second design, the futuristic, 91-meter "Infinitas," is based on the figure-of-eight shape of an infinity loop. The pair are the brainchild of Kevin Schopfer, a Boston, Massachusetts-based architect who felt the design of luxury yachts should move away from generic boat shapes to something more playful. The two eye-catching designs, which include inside swimming pools and helipads, are still looking for an owner. With a starting price of $95 million for Oculus and $140 million for Infinitas, they don't come cheap.

Riding The Mommy Blogger Gravy Train

In the early years of my blogging career I had big plans for my corner of cyberspace. I envisioned an empire that would stretch across the world. In my mind's eye I could see it so clearly, I'd live on my own private island and have a staff that would cater to my needs. As you can see from the video, It wasn't hard to imagine. In no time at all I had launched my blog and begun my conquest of the world. Cue maniacal laughter Muhahahaha And then I came back to reality. I love to write. It brings me great pleasure to sit here at the keyboard and compose these posts. And so I have spent almost 5.5 years blogging about a wide variety of topics. Over time I have developed a steady following of readers who I am greatly appreciative of, not the least of which is that they read my posts because they enjoy them, not because they might win a contest. In other words, I didn't jump on the bandwagon to try to ride the Mommy blogger Gravy Train. Yes, I am calling out those Mommy

A Familiar Pain

Sometimes the most painful part of the day is the moment when I first become conscious that I am awake. Lucidity brings the realization that the other side of the bed is empty and the house is silent. The old familiar sounds of the shower running aren't around. I don't hear any activity in the kitchen or any rustling of papers. No one comes to my side of the bed to kiss my face and tell me that it is time to get up. I don't roll over and find dark eyes staring at me. No arms are wrapped around me. There are no moments of silent spooning where we hold each other and enjoy the bond. Waking up is hard because in my dreams she is still there and we are still ensconced in our secret world. Now, it is gone and there is an empty hollow feeling. Emitting a loud groan I roll out of bed. The second most painful part of the day takes place now. When the economy crashed I lost my job. Spent months looking for something, anything, but never did find anything steady. There was the occ

Tisha B'Av 2009

This is the second consecutive erev Tisha B'Av that has been filled with tumult. Last year had its moments but 2009 is not interested in being outdone by the past so here I sit with spinning head. Fragments of the day are swirling throughout my skull and I find myself torn and frustrated. I suppose that from an introspective standpoint that this is appropriate for the coming chag. In some respects it leads into a number of posts that I want to write but haven't had to time to hit yet. Sometime soon we'll have to talk about reinventing oneself and much more. For the moment I'll be vague and say that today was one of those days where you realize that sometimes the mature thing requires you to swallow the bitter medicine. Today is a day where I am forced to swallow my pride and accept blame for things that I didn't do. I hate doing that, not that anyone likes it, but I especially dislike it. You can call call it a character defect or an attribute, it really doesn&#

Recent Posts- A Short Round Up

If you haven't been around here is a quick round up of recent posts: Hands Across America Shatner The Poet A Song for June Part One 75 Years of Marriage- A Life Time of Love A Collection of Links Strange Method of Fund Raising If Today Was Your Last Day Jack & The Shmata Queen- The Saga Continues Moe Berg Double Life Baseball Player and WWII Spy Pali MP Dahlan: Arafat Deceived World When Condemn... Sunday Songs Haveil Havalim #227 I HATE seeing parents use a leash on their childre... A Great Cover Letter Things That Irritate Me

A Song for June Part One

( This is part of the Fragments of Fiction story ) What we have here is a simple story about a boy and a girl who met and fell in love under the most unlikely circumstances. It is a tale that has all of the elements of a Shakespearean play and aspects of a Greek tragedy. Two people who in the midst of living separate lives stumbled onto each other and discovered that someone out there was able to touch them in a way that no one else had. Two individuals who took an initial leap of faith and jumped into the fire, praying that the love they shared would shield them from the flames. And for a long time they lived a life of longing and hope for a future that might allow them to be together. After a while they found that life got in the way of their dreams. It wasn't any one thing or another that made the difference, but a collection of events and moments that caused a fissure and moments of doubt and uncertainty. It is not the first time that this story has been written nor will

75 Years of Marriage- A Life Time of Love

My grandparents are celebrating their 75th Wedding anniversary today. In honor of the occasion I sent out a press release. Here is a copy of it, and yes, the names have been changed. During an age in which almost half of every marriage ends in divorce there are still people who possess the secret to a life time of love. On July 27th Daniel and Anne Simpson will celebrate their 75th wedding anniversary. The Simpsons are childhood sweethearts who met at age 11 and now at 95 years old are celebrating a milestone that few couples are capable of matching. There is a long list of changes that have taken place during their lifetime. They have lived to see 17 different presidents, witnessed two world wars, multiple regional conflicts, the Great Depression, Watergate, the rise and fall of the Soviet Union, the collapse of The Ottoman Empire, the Civil Rights movement and much more. They witnessed the rise of the automobile, space travel and the moon landing, proliferation of personal computers

A Collection of Links

SF Film Festival - There is a difference between searching for hard truths and providing a forum for questionable behavior. To be clear, free speech isn't unlimited and not all ideologies are equivalent. Some systems of belief are morally superior. The ISS Crosses in front of The Sun - Some pictures help to show how small we are. Michael Jackson's Doctor - Will anyone be surprised to learn that his death was caused by drugs. Spell Check helps That Is a Big Snake Israeli High Rise Fire Escape System

Strange Method of Fund Raising

I have spent quite a bit of time working with various companies/charities in assisting them with developing effective programming/campaigns that can be used to raise money and awareness. I like doing this and feel good about trying to give back. But I would be remiss if I didn't acknowledge that I am also relatively critical of their efforts. I am not a huge fan of telemarketers and think that raising money that way is a bit like slinging mud at the wall to see what sticks. Still I think that it is superior to those charities that send out solicitation letters with money already enclosed in it. They often read something like this: Use this nickel/dime/dollar as part of your next contribution to charity XYZ. Now I don't know about you, but the first thing I do is take that coin and stick it in my pocket. If it is from one of my regular charities they probably will get it back, but if it is not... I can't help but wonder how much money they spend on enclosing the currenc

If Today Was Your Last Day

I am a sucker for songs like If Today Was Your Last Day . "My best friend gave me the best advice He said each day's a gift and not a given right Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind And try to take the path less traveled by That first step you take is the longest stride If today was your last day And tomorrow was too late Could you say goodbye to yesterday? Would you live each moment like your last? Leave old pictures in the past Donate every dime you have? If today was your last day Against the grain should be a way of life What's worth the prize is always worth the fight Every second counts 'cause there's no second try So live like you'll never live it twice Don't take the free ride in your own life If today was your last day And tomorrow was too late Could you say goodbye to yesterday? Would you live each moment like your last? Leave old pictures in the past Donate every dime you have? Would you call old friends you never see? Reminisce

Jack & The Shmata Queen- The Saga Continues

Approximately 13.5 years ago the Shmata Queen and I were members of a message board. On this particular board there were numerous discussions about politics and history. Well the queen and I were active participants in these discussions and soon found out that we held minority opinions on many of the topics. Since we are both very shy people we soon found ourselves engaged in semi heated discussions with the denizens of the board. And because it was conducted here in cyberspace some of these discussions were not exceptionally pleasant. Because I am a gentlemen of the finest order, or something along those lines I used to tell the queen to stand behind me and I'd challenge any and all to engage me in written fisticuffs. Who said that chivalry is dead. I'd be negligent if I didn't point out that the queen hasn't any problem speaking up for herself and is quite capable of handling these situations. But since I type twice as fast as she does I found myself in the middle

Moe Berg Double Life Baseball Player and WWII Spy

Moe Berg Double Life Baseball Player and WWII Spy

Pali MP Dahlan: Arafat Deceived World When Condemning Terror

Pali MP Dahlan: Arafat Deceived World When Condemning Terror

Sunday Songs

SOS - Abba Dancing Queen - Abba Get Back - The Beatles Michelle -The Beatles You Got To Hide Your Love Away - The Beatles Norwegian Wood - The Beatles In The Ghetto - Elvis Presley Suspicious Minds - Elvis Presley With or Without You - U2 All I Want Is You - U2 Tom Sawyer - Rush Closer To The Heart - Rush

A Great Cover Letter

Here is another example of an effective cover letter. Dear Mr. Johnson, Many years ago in a galaxy far, far away there was simple farmer named Luke. I am not talking about the Luke Duke who drove the General Lee, but the man who blew up the Death Star and defeated the emperor. Those are pretty big accomplishments for a simple farmer. I can be that guy for you. All you have to do is hire me and I can be your Luke. That is a pretty good deal for you because that would make you Obi Wan-Kenobi. Of course I can't promise you that I'll save you from Darth Vader or anyone going postal in the office. In fact if someone freaks out I just might hide in a cubicle. But the good news is that I am a pretty good shot with rubber bands and paper clips. So if you keep me supplied I might be able to shoot someone in the eye. So in reality that is of benefit to you. Let's take a moment to review some of the other reasons why it would be stupid not to hire me. The class of 1986 vot

Things That Irritate Me

Apparently I am doing an excellent job of becoming a ripe old bastard, a curmudgeon of the finest order. I know this because of the growing list of things that irritate the hell out of me. You may consider this a work in progress. I hate The Sound of Music. It grinds on my nerves. Names that rhyme with Artie. Sorry if that includes you, but you can blame your parents. People that know that I am Jewish and ask me if I miss Christmas. Never had it, don't need it, want it or miss it. I don't ask them if they miss fasting on Yom Kippur. Jughandles- The state of New Jersey needs to dedicate some serious time and money on correcting that problem. The D.H. Drivers who don't signal before they turn. Drivers who never turn their turn signals off. Drivers who force the rest of to listen to their music. I hate that thumping bass, one day I am going to invent a car stereo jammer and that will fix it. People who flush the toilet/urinal with their feet. Listen jackass, I know that you a

Sailing in Uncharted Waters

Sometimes I feel a bit like Max from Where The Wild Things Are . If you are a purist you may not be as appreciative of the trailer as I am, but for the purposes of this post it is excellent. It does a good job of helping to graphically illustrate some of my thoughts and feelings. There is a feeling that sometimes comes upon me. It is a sense of being chased. I can't quite make out who or what it is, but I know that if I turn around and wait for it there is a good chance that it just might be there. I have mixed emotions about it. Sometimes it is a sense of dread and foreboding and I want to take off running. Not unlike the way you see Max running through the woods, so I can see myself. I can smell the forest and hear the crunch of leaves and twigs beneath my feet. There are moments where I think that if I start running like that I won't ever tire and I won't ever stop. The sun will rise and the sun will set and Jack will still be running. Sunlight, moonlight or twilight-

You Can't Bully My Child Part II

Part one of this post is here . I became a father sooner than most of the guys in my circle of good friends. As a result I have often found myself being used a resource that the other guys sometimes use for consultation on parenting issues. Most of the time they are relatively simple questions dealing with issues that we have worked through already. During the course of these conversations I have been asked if I am worried about pedophiles or rapists. I always respond by saying yes, but I am not seriously bothered by it. It is not that I don't think that it can happen, but that it is not as common as other issues. The bullying is an excellent example of something that happens with more frequency. And it is a great example of the pain/frustration/anguish of parenting because no matter what you do you cannot insulate your child from the world. And the great fear is that somehow your child will be harmed because you failed. But the reality is that you cannot view life through a b

Musical Evening Interlude

La Tortura - Shakira No Woman, No Cry - Bob Marley Summertime - Ella Fitzgerald Running up that Hill - Kate Bush & David Gilmour Kiss Me - Stephen Tin Tin Duffy (talk about a trip back in time) Don't Tell Me - Blancmange (high school revisited) Prodigal Blues - Billy Idol (Some of the lyrics really hit home with me.) All I want is You - U2 Broken Hearts - Living Colour Boys of Summer - Don Henley
If you live near water and do not teach your child how to swim you are making a huge mistake. It borders on child abuse. Too dangerous not to know how.

Keywords- How You Got Here

Here is a recent list of keywords that you used to arrive here: Heartless women The ocean is a beach Recording of Eicha Sick parents Shmata Queen Please talk to me I miss someone an unlikely love story what is the meaning of half blood prince going commando michael jackson is still dead letter to my children 60th birthday gift ideas the DH is an abomination why do men hide emotions I wish I could be Jack how to really hurt someone how to come up with a blog name Chuck Cunningham Syndrome LeBron James is overrated Garden Gnome Scooby Doo versus Snoopy what do you do to have a baby "a ship is safe" meaning does true love ever die static electricity is produced by dracula the final goodbye blog

You Can't Bully My Child

I tried to sit there impassively so that I could hear the story be told without interruption. I tried to sit there and look supportive so that he would feel comfortable telling the tale, but I am not sure that I succeeded. Had you seen my face it likely would been contorted in a snarl, my hands pulverizing the rocks contained within them into dust. He struggled to get the words out. He struggled to tell his mother and I that another child had been bullying him. Hot tears of shame rolled down his face and I felt my stomach turn. Anger, revulsion and sadness coursed threw me. My son, my son. Another one of life's lessons taught before I would have chosen for him. I would have preferred that he remain innocent for a bit longer. Let him be naive for just a while longer. He is young, at 8.5 he doesn't need to know that humans can be so cruel to each other. But we don't get to make those decisions. Life moves, things happen, and changes take place and you are forced to respond


Certain days stick out because memorable events took place upon them. On July 21, 2004 my father underwent a triple bypass. On July 23, 2004 the dark haired beauty was borne. Five years later. Wow. More to come on this later.
Working on more Johnny and June for Fragments of Fiction. Something about June calling Johnny because she just couldn't stand not talking to him.

Some Old Posts Revisited

Took these out of the grab bag and decided to air them out. I haven't read them in a while, so I think that later today I'll take a look and see if they still hold up. I hope that they are not too embarrassing. When Your World Is Collapsing- A Letter To My Children Blessing My Children Teaching Children To Lose Gracefully Teaching Children Not To Quit A Secret For My Children

The Bottom Is Approaching Awfully Quick

If you woke up to the sounds of screaming punctuated by smashing noises then you are probably one of my neighbors. That cursing wasn't coming from some rap album but from me. The crashing noise was the sound of an external hard drive and a 27 inch television set flying through a window so that they could prove that gravity was still in effect. Brief musical interlude: If You Could Read My Mind - Gordon Lightfoot It Was a Very Good Year - Frank Sintara (NSFW video- I miss the Sopranos) Beer - Homer Simpson Ok, let's be clear about something I didn't throw anything out of the window. For that matter I didn't throw anything, but for a moment or two I sure thought about it. A while back I hooked up a 500 Gig external hard drive to my computer to serve as a back up for my music, pictures, videos and a few other things. In addition I have a back up for the back up. But because I have stolen fire from the Gods and am being punished for it, the external hard drive decided
Dear Friends- Leaving sarcastic comments or snarky remarks is a good way to get the kind of attention you don't want. This isn't cleveland.

Forty Years Ago Man Reached The Moon

Forty years ago man reached the moon. My parents propped me up in front of the television so that I could watch this historical event with them. I can't say that I remember that day, but space has always fascinated me. I have spent more than a few hours learning about what exists outside of the earth and countless hours staring out into the night sky. Some times it has been through a telescope and sometimes via the naked eye. I have vivid memories of watching Halley's Comet and the Northern Lights, but the moon has always held a special place for me. Some of that intrigue and mystique comes from learning about the space program and stories I have heard. Some of that comes from the awe I feel looking at stars, but it also comes from other things as well. I have been fortunate enough to travel across the US and to various countries around the world. Every time I go I make a point of looking up at the moon. It is a celestial landmark that I know can be seen from home and by

Harry Potter & Haveil Havalim #226

Founded by Soccer Dad , Haveil Havalim is a carnival of Jewish blogs -- a weekly collection of Jewish & Israeli blog highlights, tidbits and points of interest collected from blogs all around the world. It's hosted by different bloggers each week and coordinated by Jack . The term 'Haveil Havalim,' which means "Vanity of Vanities," is from Qoheleth, (Ecclesiastes) which was written by King Solomon. King Solomon built the Holy Temple in Jerusalem and later on got all bogged down in materialism and other 'excesses' and realized that it was nothing but 'hevel,' or in English, 'vanity.' Hello and welcome to Haveil Havalim #226, the Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince edition. This is a different sort of edition for me. I hadn't intended on doing it, but a change came up at the last minute and I found myself standing in the on deck circle. I had several ideas for what I wanted to do with it, but it just didn't work out that way.

The End of a Marriage

This is a continuation of this post . I'll say this much for divorce, it makes for great blog fodder. There is something wrong about that, isn't there. Shouldn't there be some rule that says that being this connected is wrong. Isn't there some rule or law of silence about this. I am not really supposed to be able to communicate such intimate thoughts. The pain of a broken heart isn't really something that you should be privy too, or maybe you should be. Maybe that is the point of all this. I act as the exhibitionist and you act as the voyeur. I pull aside the shades so that you can look inside the window and see just what is that I am doing. And that is how you get the great image of " 6'2 of stupid that is shtupping my wife, sleeping in my bed and enjoying the house that was the fruits of my labor ." Really, I should be more grown up about this than I am. I should be happy that he has taken the burden off of my hands, but that is not totally true