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Daisuke -

Horitaku is dead now. I dont know how or why.

When I enter the grave , oh brother,

i hear like now, my Gridhari's flute

O lord of janaki,

the strings of the tampura, the gaud of the sarod,

my heart flutters, Oh My Vivekananda-

my obsciences before such statues,

you of all who allowed me to understand my very own, Master.

Without whose harmony, the notes which bridge this life

I could not gage the depth of the great beings that have come and gone

as the passing stars.

knowledge speaks but wisdom listens

why did God give man a mind

why did you get a name upon birth

it is not an option it is there

it is what we do with it

we mix sugar and white sand together -

so called intellectual cannot differentiate between sand and sugar

but an ant , a lower being, - non intellectual can find the sugar and taste it whereas the intellectual cannot.

Such is the mind, it is what we use it for.

--Michigan - Q&A

Pakistani women- name was dog, changed into something huge

Amma gave-humbleness-

It is not the name that makes the person, is it is person who makes it.

You mediate on the name,

in order to grow huge- or powerful of a being, you have to be very humble

To be a hero you have to be a zero

Meditate on name given by Amma. And you will become.

How to remove sorrow

- Why you have so much sadness (asked by Amma)- did someone die- recently of yours-

His father died.

- A: For some time, cry will be there, but rest pray for the Atman.

Dont be sad , your dad has gone to a good place.

Daddy got mantra diksha. Amma told me about Dheepu's wedding. Told me to decide about my job. Higher Education is not bad. Swamiji looks like a full blown Jnani. The fat one is getting weirder. Swamiji sang Apara Sacchid.

O friend, I cannot tell you

Whether he was near or far, real or a dream.

Like a vine of lightning,

As I chained the dark one,

I felt a river flooding in my heart.

Like a shining moon,

I devoured that liquid face.

I felt stars shooting around me.

When I hear the flute of my lord, beckoning my soul to its end; I feel no anger, no emptiness, a great knot she has put or released I cannot say. Like the songs of vidhapathi, what words do my heart echo.

What literature needs most to tell and investigate today are humanity's basic fears: the fear of being left outside, and the fear of counting for nothing, and the feelings of worthlessness that come with such fears; the collective humiliations, vulnerabilities, slights, grievances, sensitivities, and imagined insults, and the nationalist boasts and inflations that are their next of kin ... Whenever I am confronted by such sentiments, and by the irrational, overstated language in which they are usually expressed, I know they touch on a darkness inside me. We have often witnessed peoples, societies and nations outside the Western world–and I can identify with them easily–succumbing to fears that sometimes lead them to commit stupidities, all because of their fears of humiliation and their sensitivities. I also know that in the West–a world with which I can identify with the same ease–nations and peoples taking an excessive pride in their wealth, and in their having brought us the Renaissance, the Enlightenment, and Modernism, have, from time to time, succumbed to a self-satisfaction that is almost as stupid.

—O. P.

A good text: Slaves of the Lord, the path of the tamil saints by Vidya Dehejia Dr.

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Comparing my poetry to theirs, I can see the vast distance between their love, and mine such as it is.

Listening to Jack Johnson's Better Together.

'If all these dreams would find themselves into my day to day...'

- Commentator: Jack's music could cure cancer.

A good hardy laugh in order, a delightful confirmation of music's touch.
The rain has started. Finally. It feels cold, and the shuddering icy wind reminds me that like seasons, nature, tells life, to wake you up, from old patterns, into new ones. Started riding my Marin Venezia more often now. Time to get lean and healthy. Tickets to Michigan were too much, I didn't book it in time. Tickets to Trinidad are not too bad, but I have work starting soon. Tickets to LA are not so costly, but I don't want to spend anymore money on tattooing as of now. Although it would be nice to see my sleeve completely black. I need to improve my vocabulary. It always was quite bad. I can never remember words to re-use and expand my brain. A note to work on. Always improving. Day to Second. Thats my motto. And so, I am stuck here. It get's a little boring sometimes, but makes for good reading.I need to start networking for my work. Found a great trail, the Bay Trail, and juncture cut off at Middlefield is nice too, saw the stanford bike team. I am not sure. I should've followed that with a question mark. As it is interrogative.

Does that line make sense?

Against the glory of your form

the earth seems like specks of dirt

the ocean are mere drops

the brilliant sun a bonfire weak

the vast great sky an opening slim

As insects small the gods do seem

Yes, Rudra, Brahma too-

With fame and glory unsurpassed

Forever may you triumph!

IF one day this singing slave

slave without eyes

should dash against a hillock

and fall into a ditch--

Well then--

May all be well with you!

Sandals which had trod

the wilderness

were placed

against the brows

of the Lord--

Water poured from the hunter's mouth

became

the divine bath

for Puraipu--

Remnants

of partly eaten meat

he gave Sambu

as offerings of fresh food--

Deep devotion

what indeed will it not do?

the hunter became

best of devotees.

-- Sankaracharya praise of Kanappan's love

The weather is gorgeous when it's not raining. The San Francisco Chronicle posted this article on autumn cycling in the San Francisco Bay Area:

"October is as good as it gets around here," said Bill Martin, the KTVU meteorologist who is an avid road and mountain biker. "The temperatures haven't gotten cold yet, and during the day you don't get the big heat. There's no fog on the coast, so winds aren't an issue like they are in summer. The climatology of fall in the Bay Area is great. It's my time to be alive."

And those students who find that world of God through chastity, theirs is that heavenly
country; theirs, in whatever world they are, is freedom. - Chhandogya Upanishad

Know that in this world there is nothing that cannot be attained by one who remains from
birth to death a perfect celibate... In one person, knowledge of the four Vedas, and in another,
perfect celibacy - of these, the latter is superior to the former who is wanting in celibacy.
- The Mahabharata

A wise man should avoid married life as if it were a burning pit of live coals. From the
contact comes sensation, from sensation thirst, from thirst clinging; by ceasing from that, the soul
is delivered from all sinful existence. - Lord Buddha

Brahmacharya or spotless chastity is the best of all penances; a celibate of such spotless
chastity is not a human being, but a god indeed... To the celibate who conserves the semen with
great efforts, what is there unattainable in this world? By the power of the composure of the
semen, one will become just like myself. - Lord Sankara

There is no doubt that people die prematurely by letting the semen out of the body;
knowing this, the Yogi should always preserve semen and lead a life of strict celibacy.
- Siva Samhita

Derailed by the senses, the constant blow of countless generations of lifetimes imprinted upon my hearts inner chamber, the desire to give, to help - to aid- is blown off course, and i find myself a small imprint , of the former, grander self- which had wished to do so much good.

oh great goddess, having given countless births , to your children , raise me up so I may fulfill the goal of my life! Astray me not, into the confounding, compounded , circle of this world and her inhabitants.

The world wasn't what I thought it to be. Dummy's rounded up in a half circle of friends, suffocating the free space of air like wind turbines blasting me of cold. Yesterday Los Angeles hit record heights for temperature. It's pretty hot up here. My visit to Taka was okay. Its damn expensive to get tattoo-ed . How the hell do bloggers keep at this shit all day? Deeply self-illusionists if you .. ask me.. We finished 60% . I think total we did, 50 hours. Taka is kind of slow but methodical. He is not the best in his family, but has a dark style, traditional and simple. I think Shinji or Akilla are the better, the latter of the two being renowned for a different style. But cost is one factor. Either way. The itching is the worst. The pain is bearable. But its no cake walk. What is that saying. Now I've started to work. Getting ready to take a real job. Live in the real world. USC was way high world. People wasting my precious time. Or me wasting my precious time on the affairs of others due to my boredom with the monotony of my own life. Goodbye to that, welcome self-indulgence. How to get on, alone. My new job requires me to socialize. Dear God. Ambe.

books and old copies

One of my memorable visits and times of tranquility was visiting Trinidad. I didn't get to see all T &T, not of course without setting foot on Tobago. It was nice, not grand like some type of Spalding desert; oasis and women clad in their festive wildlife. No, it was grainy, real, warm, and the ocean breeze speckled across the floor of Indians & Africans, long settled here to develop a national identity with culture bright as the g rinded turmeric ascending in the dishes. None of it, of course would have been more pleasant had it without an old friend. It is a place, I can always think of setting foot, into relax. Until you've gone somewhere, you cant enjoy the peace pervading enjoyed by the homebody, nor share in her discomforts of the familiarity(to which you are unfamiliar). But, you can say at least, i stepped on your homeland, danced (well i didn't get the chance to meet some pretty ladies, but inside I did- and that is all good enough for me), and laid on your mixed soil, inhabitants speaking volumes for the present, and the vanishing past.

• “My daily affairs are quite ordinary;
  but I'm in total harmony with them.
  I don't hold on to anything, don't reject anything;
  nowhere an obstacle or conflict.
  Who cares about wealth and honor?
  Even the poorest thing shines.
  My miraculous power and spiritual activity:
  drawing water and carrying wood. ”

  - Layman Pang (c. 740 - 808) from The Enlightened Heart

May my character not spoil my destiny ~African Proverb

"Life is a spell so exquisite, everything conspires to break it." -Emily Dickenson

O what is beauty
that I feel it to be so hot-blooded and suggestive,
so filled with imperative
beneath the ease of its changes,
between the leaves and the clouds of its thousand
and again a thousand opportunities?
-Mary Oliver from Riprap

Even if your mind stays away in the forest,
Or in the house, Or In duties or in great thoughts
If your mind does not bow at Her feet,
What is the use? What is the use? And What is the use? --Guru Ashtakam

'Even as the lion, not trembling at noises, even as the wind, not caught in a net, even as the lotus-leaf untouched by water, so do thou wander alone, like the rhinoceros '

Man ages without even notice, how sad is the ordinary life.

As long as there is obstruction in the path, there is manifestation of power.

These shadows have taught me I am nothing save when I walk in Thy light.

With grateful heart I bless these ills that

teach me to love Thee and Thy light.

Be like a rock, unshakable.

Discipline should not throw you down. When you take up spiritual life without any ulterior motive, not seeking ease or comfort , you seek tests and difficulties to prove your strength and endurance. You do not shrink from trial. Never pray to minimize your burden, but that you may be given wisdom to meet it. There are moments when we feel thwarted and when our spiritual vision seems blocked. These are the moments of greatest growth.

I am the Spirit of eternal youth.

I am form in infinite space.

I am unchanging beauty.

I am undying life.

We ( Myself, Karthik & Malu ) went to Sequioa National Park. We returned today after spending 3 nights, 4 days there. We were at Dorst Creek Campgrounds. The scenery was a spectacle to behold. Amazing redwoods, sequioas, we also saw General Sherman-Ji. That was second rate. But the creek, was one of those landscapes which is a miracle- like Amma says- the bird flying in the vast sky. If I could have ventured solo, which I did on one day- I could trek further, but still we had a great time. I can never forget the peace of nature coupled with a spiritual resolve. Without a foundation in God, it is hard to awaken consciousness in man.

By keeping one's celibacy a man may ignite his spiritual consciousness. There is no other way, no other path, no other god, no other reality - for a man may reach God, only through this. By renunciation alone.

human relationships, kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.

Twenty years from now you will be more disapointed by the things you didn't do than by the things you did do. So throw off the bow lines, sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the tradewinds in your sails. Expore, dream. Discover.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars... -Jack Kerouac

It's been a long journey. Left the city, where are those angels anyway. I left without a question mark, back to sobriety. A more clear view, without all those muddled emotions a result, of a thick vein of people closing in on your walls. It's good to get away, what friends were they anyways. Long year, dramatic events. Now, at least I can make up for the time I wasted ,being passive.

Perhaps all of life is about these summer hours

Wouldn't it be a grand idea to have a sort of bank or fund for students around the world trying to educate themselves? Wouldn't that be a great Kiva style- micro financing loans & grants. I, before , didn't understand situations, but a great story made me understand that the situations of life are best suited for you rise up in front, and not to mind others, and their timid ways . Living in the lap of luxury, you can never feel the urge to help others; the same for a lazy spirit.

Go into solitude and shut yourself in a cave. Peace is not there. Peace is where faith is, for faith is the root of all.

An oily physical appearance - want both God & enjoyment ; a dry one - for yoga alone.

Krishna mentions in the Gita about the seven steps of a man's downfall from spiritual life

Thinking about sense objects

Will attach you to sense objects

Grow attached, and you become addicted;

Thwart your addiction, it turns to anger;

Be angry, and you confuse your mind;

Confuse your mind, you forget the lesson of experience;

Forget experience, you lose discrimination;

Lose discrimination, and you miss life's only purpose. (2. 62-63)

Looking at this, I am so glad never had the opportunity to paint sponge bob on me.





I went for the 1st session of laser tattoo removal today in downey. It was less painful than I expected; I expected hell. This was like a micro-collodial rays of rubber bands attacking you. They give you five seconds bursts. Helps remove the pain. She said people usually say a cuss word after she gives a 1st zap. I thought oh, not so bad. Anyways, but we'll see how much of it goes. This is a lucrative business for these guys. She did the words on the left arm, hopefully I can get some bonji there by Taka.

Oh Yeah thats Marc Jacob's by the way, hot shot millionaire, branded luxury artiste you could call them types. Still, I have to say I feel pretty fucking cool when I know my shit is realer than any of this shit they got. Feels pretty good. Like the end of a cigarette , bright red cherry as it burns, in that cold wintry end of a drag.

"There was a time when I was a woman and he was a man. Still love grew until there was neither he nor I; Only I remember faintly there was a time when there were two. But love came between and made them one."
— Persian Sufi Poem

They all came, some wore sentiments
Emblazoned on T-shirts, proclaiming the lateness
Of the hour, and indeed the sun slanted its rays
Through branches of Norfolk Island pine as though
Politely clearing its throat…
—John Ashbery, “The Other Tradition”

I have kept you secret, in the treasure cove of my chest. But as molasses leaks from its gunny bag, so my mind secretes, out- a perfume whisking in the air, ...

when i learned that all of lust, was nothing my heart burned to know you, and that sorrow sometimes made me wish it never entered my heart, living as my heart dies .

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sometimes i tell my heart forget that love, for sometime, leave it digged in deep .

No matter how beautiful the lines, a million seers could not express the very strand of love beating in my heart, tugged by


--
master i reisgned myself! once i knew i could not make you my own ! everything around me glooms , at one i am pulled by the weight of your love, and then i am loosing , sinking here , unable to keep footing. what can i string together to piece apart this pain. i accepted this loneliness. in the stillness of earth, my heart streams as clear clouds mother ! i swore on the arrow that struck the frail smile of my heart, i would lose this life loving you, though you would be no more mine than a glance.
--

Swept Away

At first, the way of your love
seemed easy.

I thought I’d reach
your union
with speed.

After taking a few steps
I found
the way is an Ocean.

When I stepped in,
a wave swept me away.


Awhad al-Din Kirmani

Nissim Ezekiel

Night of the Scorpion
"I remember the night my mother was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours
of steady rain had driven him to crawl beneath a sack of rice.
Parting with his poison -- flash of diabolic tail in the dark room --
he risked the rain again. The peasants came like swarms of flies
and buzzed the Name of God a hundred times to paralyse the Evil One.
With candles and with lanterns throwing giant scorpion shadows
on the sun-baked walls they searched for him; he was not found.
They clicked their tongues. With every movement the scorpion made
his poison moved in Mother's blood, they said. May he sit still,
they said. May the sum of evil balanced in this unreal world
against the sum of good become diminished by your pain.
May the poison purify your flesh of desire, and your spirit of ambition,
they said, and they sat around on the floor with my mother in the centre.
the peace of understanding on each face. More candles, more lanterns,
more neighbours, more insects and the endless rain.
My mother twisted through and through groaning on a mat.
My father, sceptic, rationalist, trying every curse and blessing,
powder, mixture, herb, and hybrid. He even poured a little paraffin
upon the bitten toes and put a match to it.
I watched the flame feeding on my mother. I watched the holy man
perform his rites to tame the poison with incantation.
After twenty hours it lost its sting."

"My mother only said:
Thank God the scorpion picked on me and spared my children."

i longed to know you. i had thought the path to god was joyful, but my years are all sorrow .

"Try to know the nitya through leela," says Ramakrishna. "It is through the leela that you must feel your way to the nitya. It is again from the nitya that you must feel your way back to the leela."

'This Sphota has one word as its only possible symbol, and this is OM. And as by no possible means of analysis can we separate the word from the idea, this OM and the eternal Sphota are inseparable; and therefore it is out of this holiest of all holy words, the mother of all names and forms, the eternal OM, that the whole universe may be supposed to have been created. But it may be said that, although thought and word are inseparable, yet as there may be various word-symbols for the same thought, it is not necessary that this particular word OM should be the word representative of the thought out of which the universe has become manifested. To this objection we reply, that this Om is the only possible symbol, which covers the whole ground, and there is none other like it.The Sphota is the material of all words, yet it is not any definite word in its fully formed state. That is to say, if all the particularities, which distinguish one word from another be removed, then what remains will be the Sphota; therefore this Sphota is called Nada-Brahman, the Sound-Brahman. Now , as every word- symbol intended to express the inexpressible Sphota will so particularize it that it will no longer be the Sphota, that symbol which particularizes it the least and at the same time most approximately expresses its nature, will be the truest symbol thereof; and this is the OM, and the OM only; because these three letters A, U, M, pronounced in combination as OM, may well be the generalized symbol of all possible sounds. The letter A is the least differentiated of all Sounds. Again, all articulate sounds are produced in the space within the mouth beginning with the root of the tongue and ending in the lips- the throat sound is A, and M, is the last lip sound; and the U exactly represents the rolling forward of the impulse which begins at the root of the tongue , continuing till it ends in the lips, If properly pronounced this OM will represent the whole phenomenon of sound production, and no other word can do this; and this, therefore, is the fittest symbol of the Sphota, which is the real meaning of OM. And as the symbol can never be separated from the thing signified, the OM and the Sphota are one. And as the Sphota, being the inner side of the manifested universe, is nearer to God, and is indeed the first manifestation of Divine Wisdom, this OM is truly symbolic of God.' - Swami Vivekanda, the lion.

"Your hut stands outside the city
Oh, untouchable maid
The bald Brahmin passes sneaking close by
Oh, my maid, I would make you my companion
Kanha is a kapali, a yogi
He is naked and has no disgust
There is a lotus with sixty-four petals
Upon that the maid will climb with this poor self and dance."

One who tried to cross this ocean meets the great crocodile of desire, and must kill that by the sword of non-attachment.

'A network of words is like a dense forest which causes the mind to wander hither and thither. Therefore, those who know this truth should struggle hard to experience Brahaman. '

one who wants to gratify the body & still see the atman, is like the man who takes hold of a crocodile to cross a river, thinking it is a log, and is thus destroyed

As I approach the state of pure euphoria
I find I need a large size typewriter case
to carry my underwear in
and scars on my conscience
are wounds imbedded in
the gum eraser of my skin
which still erases itself...

Cohen's writing process, he told an interviewer in 1998, is "...like a bear stumbling into a beehive or a honey cache: I'm stumbling right into it and getting stuck, and it's delicious and it's horrible and I'm in it and it's not very graceful and it's very awkward and it's very painful and yet there's something inevitable about it." [13]

Here's why I say fuck Corporate American NGO's like Bono
- Donate to Amma if your going to donate.
‘The idea that a poor African’s life is being ‘borrowed’ for them by a rich white person is not a revolutionary concept. It is degrading, insulting and misleading, further entrenching the idea that this is how the world works and that’s ok. In terms of ethical standards, Red is the very opposite of a regulatory mechanism. The costs will no doubt be written off in the companies’ PR budgets, they will get a huge amount of positive publicity and extra sales off the back of it, and they do not have to make any improvements in the way they treat their workers across the world. These companies are helping perpetuate the very system that is impoverishing Africans and driving the AIDS pandemic. Business has to be more involved in the world beyond its profit margins, but Product Red is not the form this involvement should take. Fundraising is welcome, but Red’s rhetoric (the gross simplifications, the sanctimony, the blacked-up white people) is not. With its grandiose claims and complete lack of a political message, I can’t see how Product Red can be a positive force.’
Will Horwitz, student AIDS activist

Like a distant flower,

I longed for the sun to visit.

I feel the scent of you

passing past the maple leaves

like shadow follows wind.

If, by trying to understand the truth, you dispel the misunderstandings of some people and thereby some philosophies are damaged - that cannot be taken as criticizing the views of others.- Candrakīrti

Repression is not the way to virtue. When people restrain themselves out of fear, their lives are by necessity diminished. Only through freely chosen discipline can life be enjoyed and still kept within the bounds of reason -Csikszentmihalyi

Books im writing:

Fox-Hole Economics
Why I Hate America
Developmental Economics of neglected countries and misguided western policy
Food: Language, World Couture & Sex-Food
Misguided Markets & Macroeconomic Policy
A History of Eastern Economic Thought & Religious Principles:
Misguided notions of the 21st century - the white influence

I must have services to offer in a world that see's more affluent and the hyper-wealthy looking for 'cool' consumption.

"And did those feet in ancient time, walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God on England's pleasant pastures seen?"- An often quoted feeling amongst the English and their feelings stemming of Christ and if he ever really did get to Europe; of course he did not. - William Blake (poet).

Oh crescent moon, You

somehow you crashed to my earth.

Dear One.

Beneath the grass we peaked , to see your star studded anklets.

"'Tattoo is an art form. It is music. You wake up and experience a flow. That is true irezumi. More than drawing. It is quiet so you find it dead. That is why it is loved still'"

There is no guilt greater than to sanction ambition; no calamity greater than to be discontented with one's lots; no fault greater than the wish to be getting. Therefore, the sufficiency of contentment is an enduring and unchanging sufficiency

Who can (make) the muddy water (clear)? Let it be still, and it will gradually become clear. Who can secure the condition of rest? Let movement go on, and rest will gradually arise.¹

"All love is expansion, all selfishness is contraction.

Love is therefore the only law of life.

He who loves lives, he who is selfish is dying.

Therefore love for love's sake,

because it is law of life, just as you breathe to live.

Canella: a rather different type of cinammon in the west indies

Returned from trinidad. Leaving Southern California after may.

I've realized the value of who you live with. My mother tried to instill it in me, to my failure. But, I got the lesson now, or eventually, I said.

"Love is by definition an unmerited gift; being loved without meriting it is the very proof of real love. If a woman tells me: I love you because you're intelligent, because you're decent, because you buy me gifts, because you don't chase women, because you do the dishes, then I'm disappointed; such love seems a rather self-interested business. How much finer it is to hear: I'm crazy about you even though you're neither intelligent nor decent, even though you're a liar, an egotist, a bastard."
— Milan Kundera (Slowness: A Novel)

Fluoride is bad for you

“In summary, we hold that fluoridation is an unreasonable risk. That is, the toxicity of fluoride is so great and the purported benefits associated with it are so small – if there are any at all – that requiring every man, woman and child in America to ingest it borders on criminal behavior on the part of governments.”
- Dr. J. William Hirzy, Senior Vice-President, Headquarters Union, US Environmental Protection Agency, March 26, 2001

“I am quite convinced that water fluoridation, in a not-too-distant future, will be consigned to medical history.”
- Dr. Arvid Carlsson, Winner of the 2000 Nobel Prize for Medicine

"If, like me, you had visited the slums of Europe and America and seen how near to brutes the inhabitants of those slums are, and then compared them with our masses in India, your doubts as to the effect of Hindu religious belief on the masses would have vanished."

Vivekananda on effects of religious beliefs on the masses.

Mitsu told me something very interesting.

Farewells.

They leave back thursday morning.
Some people blog about the music they hear on the radio in the morning. So much energy.

I need to make changes. Stay far from bad influences.

Horimitsu did a orange peony today on this guy. The dude gave him a joint afterwards. We all went out and had that in Frank's car . Was okay. I forgot papers. Had a half sheet. Had one session today. Last one tomorrow. Have to be there , very damn early. Long ass hours, helping the Horitoshi Family -Crew. I got a VIP pass thanks to them. Pretty cool. Pictures later, ..

abrahmakita janani

i found myself, one morning awoken in a wave of golden -like bliss, unable to move, I pleaded with her as waves of euphoria swept over my mind, and a gradual stillness warmed my motionless limbs. Eight arms of her, lips like red bimba , steepened my hearts unheard yearning.

Mother of infinite creation, her feminine spirit fled its course shaking the very blood pulsating up, as countless tears adorned where she stood ...

Emiko Omori entitled Ed Hardy: Tattoo The World,

MUSINK festival.

Get inked.

This is tight

Music

This is tight.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKcWdwzUCH0&feature=related

In the last two centuries the growing of Cannabis has sharply declined. However, its common use due to being a stronger fiber than cotton or flax, was evident that the word Canvas is derived from the word Cannabis.

Rudolph Diesel, had planned to use vegetable and seed oils back in the 1890s when he invented the diesel motor, to run his engines.

Mr.Camelot lost his fingers in the ensuing Haitian earthquake that has taken a catastrophic toll on the living. The struggle and sadnesss painted on his face reveal what it means for him, as an artist to face his bleak future with deep uncertainty and no loving words of comfort. More than 200,000 bodies are dead, and many alive- are without proper medical attention for their injuries.

With all the money we funnel into saving banks, defunct auto-corporations, political lobbying; you would think for true humanitarian efforts there would be more of an outreach by the anglo-saxon. Damn White America & Europe, not caring for the Nigger race !

Shame on you America, for your easily rallying behind meaningless causes like War, Trade Embargo's and artificial restrictions of products like agriculture, making American lives more difficult. For supporting the elitist view, that CEO's and MNC's should be compensated despite the taxes heavily levied on the average blue collar citizen for these bailouts. For not listing to the 100 or so economists who amongst them, Jeffery Miron of Harvard Economics, was against these aid packages. Instead of solving poverty, we lobby politicians and their favorable stances; to not lose financial backing in campaigning. For ignoring the bleeding hearts of our brethren, like Clinton did in Rwanda.

The day will come when, Asia reasserts herself as the power and true center of the world. When India, will rise again, like prior to the 18th century in her wealth, and spiritual glory.

Memory is ever fading.

You are in the White Space

Indian Superstar Shahrukh Khan is pashtan. His ethnic origin is Afghani. Not Indian.

On recent note, otherwise. Where are thou Dr. Rosen ? . Seem's a pickle. I read that there are nearly 13 to 14 million jews worldwide. This is where being a minority helps create a strong solidarity, hence their influence and power , as well relative wealth for the most part of their people.

Apparently, Toyota had a version of the hybrid model Prius in 1993.

Pasta was most likely invented by the Arabs. A certain select few dishes were borrowed into China, and a certain dish (memory escapes me) has the actual Arabic word. They took back the idea of dough when introduced to it via Arabic cuisine. So most probably, and oh yes- they (the Arabs) introduced it to southern Italy, Sicily. So pasta , was made famous by them there. A little known face, though readily available if you read thoroughly, and search for that matter.

The Europeans probably chose to refine the grains even more, resulting in semolina. The middle eastern diaspora in the Arab and African regions prefer couscous and such a more rough , and less grind of grain, which probably is more healthy too. White rice is rice milled of the bran, germ, and other nutrients and then polished to look pretty white. It has no nutritional value. There are more than several types of rice, but parboiled is probably the best besides brown and wild rice. Parboiled has about 80% of the nutrients in brown rice. This is because they use steam to break the hull of the rice, making the nutrients absorb into the next layer instead of being washed out. The best though, is to eat wheat. Unusual types of wheat, or pearl millet and barley which are not what, but different grasses have more nutritional value than rice alone. Durum is the most popular, but the 'Atta' flour used for making chapatis and such, have the whole wheat meaning the whole wheat in tact - the bran, germ, ..

Oh yeah the word for noodle, was derived from Arabic. Both by Chinese & Europeans. They were introduced to it in the Middle East.

The word for Boogie Man comes from an Indonesian language. Apparently, in the earlier parts of European exploration of their primitive culture ( Europeans are for the most part descendants of Barbarians), they were man-handled by these pirates in the waters off the Indonesian archipelago coasts , and the Dutch - early explorers , warned their children at night of mischievous conduct by saying the Boogie Men would come after them.

How little, and misconstrued our History is.

Thew Jewish state of Israel, oh , and if you know- the Arab minority in Israel, will soon have majority because amongst them, the Druze , the Christians, and such- they have the highest birth rates and by 2035 they will be the most populous. Jewish leaders have met to discuss this arab problem and limiting their birh count. But the state of Israel was found mainly because Britain which encouraged a Greater Syria and their desire to limit Jewish ambition, had opposition from the US and France which resented British presence growing , and the state of Israel was created.

I'm introducing the 'Grab Krotch' series. Actually, well... It's more a new word to the english vocabulary, more like a idiomatic phrase. When you've seen a girl go by who you find acceptable; by whatever lurid definition, and you want to appreciate that in vocal gesture, you would repeat this. Oh yeah, - . dad da da . I'd grab krotch for that, and in the gesture , do so. A fine, addition , don't you think?

The economics of industrial food systems and organization: will be a big sector soon enough, you'll see.