Thursday, February 23, 2017
Soundtracks of My Life – Billy Joel
What he did for 22 years, from “Cold Spring Harbor” through “River of Dreams,” was change the worlds of millions of people. He gave them encouragement to be who they were; to think for themselves but to not forget the ones who loved them. He told us about our past before we even had one to hear about, he told us about the bars, the taverns, the street corners, about the crazy summer in New York City with blackout, heat wave and the 44 caliber killer. He told us to sing along with the Piano Man because even the Piano Man needs the support to make it through the songs. He told us about “Keeping the Faith” and about his meeting with a Russian clown, Viktor, who made his daughter laugh. He sang to us about his mood swings, how he goes to extremes and he has no idea how to control them. He is the piano man, he is the Streetlife Serenader, the Fisherman trying to stay afloat despite the laws and regulations all stacked against him. He is the everyday guy who, well learned stickball, found how to dance and still look tough and of course, made it with the red haired girl in a Chevrolet.
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Boat Upon a Lake
In the darkness, if you close your eyes you can hear the songs from years past; the splashing from the swimmers, the laughter from the summers from so long ago. The sounds of panting, crying and conversations. The optimism of the youth and the innocence...now gone.
Thursday, February 16, 2017
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Soundtracks of my Life – Bruce Springsteen
I listened to these songs, over and over again. Music had always been a part of my heart and soul; before this there was Elton John, Bob Dylan, Simon and Garfunkel, Billy Joel, the Beatles...but when I listened to Bruce Springsteen I felt a sense of freedom. I felt that it was alright to express yourself without having the poetry of Dylan. To express yourself by spitting it out there for the world to hear. The dream of finding the girl who may not be "The One," but is the one; having her jump into your beat up Chevy and heading to where the "Highway is alive" to "wash the sands off of our hands." The sins of allowing ourselves to be caught and imprisoned in a reality built by walking dead figurines. By the ones who need to numb themselves to get through another day - beat up their wives and kids to find the manhood they had taken away. Listening to Bruce I lost my virginity; I lost my sense of blind trust and I questioned everything from God to the existence of life on Mars. 
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
I respect all opinions but I am tired of hearing them from people who are hiding behind books and Jon Stewart infused media. Life is hard. There is no black and white, one plus one does not always equal two. A work of art in color does not automatically define happiness and monochrome is not always a rainy day. Good does not always win, evil wins way too often. Is there a God? That's your opinion, your definition of It, Him, Her or That, is your business, keep it to yourself. Perfection is non existent, imperfection is what the stuff of life is made up of. It's ugly, it's brilliant, it's simply frightening. Stop judging and start listening. Don't read this if you are too intelligent or a false elitist. You will reject it's simplicity. Don't trust me, her, him or them, think for yourself and then decide. Literature is an escape not lessons in life. Only actuality can teach you, if you live with eyes open wide and your mouth and mind quieted long enough to hear others. My opinion should mean very little to you, maybe a nudge or a shake to wake you. It's magnificent the way people stand up and gather, but why not put that same energy to voice the voices of the socially mute? The starving, the abused, the depressed and the disenfranchised whom live within our zip codes? Where are the crowds fighting for all people? Hunger is still alive and thriving within your community. Where are the ones, the protestors to fight against this power? There is an old saying, "charity begins at home." That doesn't mean within your four walls. Stand up against oppressors of women, men and children. Stand up against hunger. WhyHunger Sephardic FoodFund among others, make a difference. Do something rather than quoting articles to prove your points.Instagram
Monday, February 13, 2017
Friday, February 10, 2017
A World Unformed and Void…
Are you, all of you, superior? If that is so then why do you lower yourself to an animal’s standards? If you are high above the black, white and the grays; then why are you confined to a world without color?
Thursday, February 09, 2017
Wednesday, February 08, 2017
This beautiful chrome shaving set was hand turned on a lathe by myself from a single piece of Black and White Ebony wood. Each matching piece is coated with a water-resistant finish to ensure lasting integrity and longevity. The complete set features, ~A double edge safety razor (blades sold separately, It accepts all standard double edge shaving blades) ~A genuine high-grade badger hair bursh for a comfortable lather every time. ~A perfect stand for displaying your handcrafted shaving brush and razor. With a threaded design and weighted base, there’s no better way to compliment your custom shaving brush and razor.Instagram
Monday, February 06, 2017
The SodaStream company has decided to feature an Israeli flag on all its products, which are sold in 45 countries. "The company management wants to send a message of national pride, particularly in days when many of us hide our Israeli identity from the world." (Source: IsraelHayom.com) #SodaStream #MessageInABottle #IsraelPrideInstagram
Sunday, February 05, 2017
Friday, February 03, 2017
Songs of Spirals and Flights
Her name is Sara and she is 32 years old, divorced with two children. Her children are 6 and 8 - both girls - she shares custody with her ex-husband, Hank, who takes them on the weekends to his home, two blocks north of where she is. Sara stands by the kettle and whispers, “Come on already,” as if her urging will incite the water to hit the temperature which will cause the water to boil when she will then pour that water into the cup with the instant coffee, one packet of sugar and milk already in place waiting to be forever united as her first cup in the morning.
The early morning sun creeps through the trees in the park. The sounds of the birds in the trees waking up and singing their songs; perhaps gossiping about one thing or another. A lone man walks smoking a cigarette while holding onto the leash of his best friend who is smelling a fire hydrant. This block is filled with houses – some one family and some multi-family dwellings. Down the block is a building and on the fourth floor of that building there is a lady who is warming up water and waiting, impatiently for it to boil. Life is filled with victories and defeats – to Sara it feels like she has sabotaged her life over and over into never ending spiral song. Her name is Sara and she is 32 years old, divorced with two children. Her children are 6 and 8 – both girls – she shares custody with her ex-husband, Hank, who takes them on the weekends to his home, two blocks north of where she is. Sara stands by the kettle and whispers, “Come on already,” as if her urging will incite the water to hit the temperature which will cause the water to boil when she will then pour that water into the cup with the instant coffee, one packet of sugar and milk already in place waiting to be forever united as her first cup in the morning. In the other room she hears her youngest brushing her teeth while her other daughter closes the door to her room so she can undress to get dressed. The bus drives them away and Sara returns to the building, takes the elevator to the 4th floor and opens the door to apartment 4D. The door slams behind her as she falls into the couch in the living room and lays down. She knows it’s a mistake, she knows she should know better and questions whether she is being self-destructive. She knows that once she lets down her guard she will break down and what good would that do for anyone? She lays down and she contemplates how she had once pictured her life. Three or four kids, a nice house and a future filled with promise. But for some reason she inhaled and once she inhaled she enjoyed it. This led to drinking and then to pill popping Read more http://ift.tt/2l4OQZJ
Thursday, February 02, 2017
Wednesday, February 01, 2017
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