Sunday, December 30, 2012

a life worth living.

to uncover it
gosh
u have 2 suspend urself
for a while
to remove
the relentless pressure
the relentless presence
of those cultivated concerns
paying the rent
paying the health insurance
paying the taxes
doing the right thing
doing things the way
one always has
thinking about things the way
one always has
hearty weeds
you try to pull them up
but they keep coming back
like the old days
in the garden
you pull the top off
but leave the root
to stop your previous motion
to stop kicking
to stop the current
to suspend yourself
is to put yourself
near death
like a shark
who must keep in motion
my hunch is
that in this state
you may
come up with
or see
or feel
that new thing
a life worth living :)

Thursday, December 27, 2012

All good Sir, sorry that I missed you. Happy holidays to you and your loved ones. Sales could be much brisker, but I am grateful for good health and supportive friends and family. If you have friends that desire fancy bejeweling I would love to feed their inspirations. Good luck to you with your musical adventures and all of your thought probing insight of exploring this waking state. Best regards,

I don't play any instrument in real life, so I seized that chance to know what it feels to make a guitar sing. Oh yeah, I felt it all.

Hello Hippie Lou!! I never got the chance to meet you cause I came back to CR last Friday, however Matt told great about things about you.
I sent you a vibrational-silent-electric guitar with Matt, and I told him to explain you the basics on how to use it. Of course, after you explore you will know better than me and maybe send me a "vibrational song" from NY to CR.
Nice pictured you posted, you and the guitar. Reminds me of this song.
Have a nice day. I really hope to meet you next time I go to NY. Not in winter probably, jeje....


such a beautiful message, i am speechless. thank you for the gift and i eagerly anticipate your next visit. matt speaks very highly of u, i know you are something special. peace and good wishes...


jaja... don´t let him speak "highly" of me, my ears will turn red.
When I picked up the guitar near the High Line Park (17st and 10 ave), in a corner, an old man was checking them out and then went away. I saw the cool guitar and thought of you. Unconsciously -or counsciously maybe- I got inspired by you, cause I walked all the way to Matt's apartment playing the silent guitar like a rock star. Some people looked dazzled at me (probably thought another crazy new yorker) and let go a smile. Specially the kids, they gazed and smiled, probably they were hearing the music. It was fun, playing music while crossing the streets of NYC. A guy joined me as I approached my destiny. Can't remember his name but he sang with me, so now we were a Real Band of Brothers.
I don't play any instrument in real life, so I seized that chance to know what it feels to make a guitar sing. Oh yeah, I felt it all. jaja
Be cool and continue to play your songs, to the children, to the lovers, to the elderly, to the lonely people, to the dogs, to the birds, to every living and non living creature around you. We all listen. I will surely listen from here.
Bye!!

so beautiful, your message brought tears to my eyes. thank you for the beautiful gift of your message, and for spreading the love. those kids that saw you will never forget you...and i believe that they now may believe in the possibility of another way.




Wednesday, December 26, 2012


i'm not a big fan of the concept of "a genius", makes it seem like theres a few of us who never have to use the bathroom or something
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brilliance though, i've always thought of as lightning that strikes and hopefully we can get more instead of less conductive
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love that idea, dave...and love increasing conductivity both in ppl and amongst ppl...

Monday, December 24, 2012

Hippie Lou at @lacolombenyc SoHo says he sees me everyday & thinks my outfits are off the hook despite it being no place for slouches. Nice.

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Friday, December 21, 2012

it's not perfect, but i'm not god.


infectious e, so sorry i missed your party...i desperately wanted to go but fate dealt me a different hand.  hope you had an awesome time and made it through the whole finals ordeal in one piece!

It's all right Lou, things went swell and swiminglyl
Finals went all right too. you know as well as they can

right as well as they can when you've stayed up four nights in a row and have to read a 200 page book and write a 10 page pager on it in a couple of hours...

exactly that. it's not perfect, but I'm not God

you just wrote my next song!  it's not perfect, but i'm not god.

it'll need a couple of stanzas, but that's not a bad refrain

i'm into the one sentence story, the one sentence song.
just as long as it's a fucking awesome sentence!

a man of simple means, no overcomplications!

a man for all seasons...
i travel light, in sentences and in material possessions.

that works with the song.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

i'm in a reebok commercial and didn't even know it.

i love putting music in the air.

i love putting music in the air, and if i can be helpful to anyone in a time of crisis or a time of need i would love to share this gift.  if you know of anyone who would enjoy a visit and a bit of music please let me know.  i am happy to travel to hospitals, mental health facilities, nursing homes, apartments, the street, wherever the need arises.

a visit from hippie lou might sound something like this.  i try to be positive, uplifting, and peaceful. :)

I have resigned from my part time job to become a full time artist.


I have resigned from my part time job to become a full time artist.

congratulations on your decision, i'm very proud of you. takes a lot of courage but i left everything, and i mean everything, to do the same thing. i got tired of telling my daughter to do what she loved to do and to be who she is and then thinking to myself, why aren't you following your own advice? so i did. it hasn't been easy but i wouldn't trade a day of my life now for anything. peace & good wishes, hippie lou

Thank you do much your so kind. That means a lot. How are you doing? I am excited a lot of changes which can be scary. Your words mean the world to me thank you my sweet! Love

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

He was fond of and applied rigorously the Rule of the Final Inch.


It is an honor and a pleasure to share my thoughts about the extraordinary person Sally, Henry, David, Steven, and I were privileged to have as our father.

My father had many interests and talents.  His career as a neuroscientist in Boston, Miami, and at the National Institutes of Health in nearby Bethesda was characterized by persistent hard work, significant discoveries, and numerous awards and honors.  His research advanced knowledge of the causes and spread of multiple sclerosis and the development of potential means of treating it.  He was also a pioneer in developing and using the electron microscope to study normal and diseased cells of the nervous system.  His publications included three editions of a book describing the nervous system in detail; it is still used as a reference in the field despite being published for the last time in 1991.

Like everything else my father did in his life, his professional work was meticulous and thorough.  He was fond of and applied rigorously the Rule of the Final Inch, described by Alexander Solzhenitsyn in The First Circle.  This rule essentially states that one should stick to a task until it is done perfectly rather than quitting when it is almost done or slightly imperfect.  Like Solzhenitsyn, my father believed the extra effort and time spent on perfecting what one has already accomplished pays off in terms of satisfaction that the task was fully and beautifully done.

However, my father did not focus only on conducting ground-breaking research perfectly.  He dedicated himself to developing the skills of those who worked with him just as he had learned a lot from those individuals who guided his early work.  One of his colleagues told me recently that my father spent several hours with him during his first day in my father’s laboratory, teaching him how to prepare slides for and use the electron microscope.  My father assisted numerous non-native English speakers, particularly those from Asia, in preparing manuscripts of scientific research they did in his laboratory for publication, even writing a two page “cheat sheet” of the entire process from defining the discovery to finishing the writing and getting the manuscript accepted by a scientific journal.  My father’s efforts to help others in their work are cited as often as his accomplishments when professional colleagues reminisce about him.

My father also was dedicated to communicating with scientists from around the world about his and their research, strengthening international ties while advancing scientific research to benefit mankind.  For my father’s actions to support this goal, he received the Senior U.S. Scientist Award from the Alexander von Humboldt Foundation in 1985 that enabled him to spend a year in Germany collaborating with German scientists.  He also headed a delegation of U.S. neuropathologists who visited China in 1990 under the Citizen Ambassador Program of People to People International.  This visit intensified collaboration between U.S. and Chinese scientists in the field.  My father supported this effort by inviting several Chinese fellows to do their research in his laboratory.

Beyond his work, my father’s interests were broad, including photography, sailing, skiing, tennis, opera, and collecting rare books.  He pursued all of his interests with dedication, enthusiasm, and skill.  He was especially accomplished at photography, as you can see from the pictures on display in one of the classrooms across the hall.

In addition to the excellence of his professional work and range of his interests, my father’s character will always stand out in my mind.  He was devoted to his immediate and extended family and gave his time and intellect freely and generously to help them out.  Along with my mother, to whom he was happily married for over 60 years, he gave his children love and support but also expected them to work hard, take advantage of the opportunities they were privileged to have, and do their best at whatever they did.  For example, when I was a Cub Scout attempting to get my first and only badge, one of the requirements to achieve it was to walk on the narrow side of a 12 foot 2 by 4 board without falling over or putting my feet on the ground.   Sure enough, Dad got a 2 by 4 board, put a small piece of wood on each end to prop it up, and put it out in the back yard.  He had me practice walking across the board’s narrow side until I could do it automatically.  He took a picture of me in my Cub Scout uniform walking across the board, which I still have.

Besides supporting his wife and children, my father did so much to help other members of his and my mother’s families.  He assisted many of his immediate and more distant relatives in diagnosing their medical problems and securing appropriate treatment for them.  To enable my grandparents to immigrate to the United States after the failure of the 1956 Hungarian Revolution, my father obtained a suitable job in Boston for my grandfather, who was 62 years old and a Professor of Medicine when he left Hungary.  My father’s deeds reflected his strong belief in the importance of the family as a unit and the need for its members to support and help each other to create and maintain a family’s heritage.

My father had strong convictions, particularly about behavior, discipline, and hard work.  He practiced what he preached and was not afraid to express his views, regardless of how favorably they would be received.        

My father was persistent in accomplishing what he set out to do.  He spent many months working to persuade the Superintendent of Schools in Wellesley, Massachusetts to allow Henry to transfer from private school to the nearby public school without having to repeat a grade, simply because he was born five days after the cutoff date.  My father prevailed by demonstrating beyond a doubt that the cutoff date was arbitrarily determined and enforced and that Henry was performing on a level consistent or better than those who were slightly older than him.

In his interactions with others, my father focused on accentuating the positive aspects of the matter under discussion and offering positive reinforcement.  Besides the examples cited in many of the condolence letters the family has received, I remember vividly the letter my father wrote me after I passed my driving test on the fourth attempt.  From the letter’s adulatory tone and description of the significance of my accomplishment, the reader would have thought I had climbed Mount Everest!  However, apart from the praise, my father was conveying an important message – often individuals’ accomplishments only occur after repeated failures and that hard work and persistence ultimately generally produce the desired result.  It is a lesson I have not forgotten.

My father’s courtesy, modesty, interest in others, and ability to converse with them on a wide variety of issues made him well-liked and respected.  He was an excellent partner for my mother, who also had a keen intellect and was socially polished.  Given these qualities, my parents had a wide circle of friends and an active social life in their younger years.
         
The last years of my father’s life were devoted to writing an autobiography and taking care of my mother as she struggled against Parkinson’s disease.  Uncle John said it best when he told me that Dad was like a rock in his fortitude and resolve in handling challenges that would overwhelm many of us.  However, the strain of caring for my mother and the pain of seeing her deteriorate and finally die last February took its toll on my father’s spirits and his health.  Sadly, my father is no longer with us.  However, I am thankful that he did not suffer a protracted decline in his health and that he is reunited with my mother in Heaven.

I can not thank my father enough for being an outstanding role model and providing extraordinary support to me.

Service Of Remembrance For Henry de Forest Webster
December 8, 2012 – 2:00 P.M.
Remarks By Christopher Webster

the journey of him not knowing to knowing was his work.


you sell your expertise
you have a limited repertoire;
you sell your ignorance
it's an unlimited repertoire.
he was selling his ignorance
and his desire to learn about a subject
and the journey of him
not knowing to knowing
was his work.

it is time.

hi tessa, thank you for your good wishes.  my father was 85 and the question of whether he had a good life is a complicated one.  yes, time goes by quickly.  hopefully i am ready to make the contributions you rightfully expect of me.  i have set up a lifestyle which requires no money to sustain...so as to spend all my next moments in creation.  it is time.  peace & love and good wishes for the holidays, DaRe

Friday, November 23, 2012


hey...a couple of days ago i posted the following: "i want a weekly obligation to ppl i respect." i was shocked by the response i got. there's one meeting tomorrow at 1.30 with me and three other people you might vibe with. it's going to take place on skype. if you're interested, i can invite you. we're all supposed to bring something we've produced to the meeting. it can be written word, music, etc. there are other ones too if you're interested. hit me up.  and let's ride bikes! glad you smiled today. peace and good wishes, hl

Lou, you're an amazing individual and i need to see more of you. I would love to hang out next week, i can let you know tomorrow when i'm free.
I hope your thanksgiving was amazing.

seeding (2)


Sow and germinate a musical idea, with harmonious souls... bring a recording device.
@ Seeding (1), we took turns introducing ideas and developing/jamming on them. Some ideas came from pre-recorded motifs, played back from our deVICEs, some where spontaneous.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012


The main interest in life and work is to become someone else that you were not in the beginning.
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Can it go the other way if you dis-cover you are someone now who you never realized you were (in the beginning or later) ?
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yes! that would be un-cover...great point. :)
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Maybe the point for some people is to become who they really are, which may have remained hidden or repressed for particular reasons. Then the task might be first to unmask constraints and conditions that repress out true nature.
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i have never looked at it that way, but i fully agree!

you will see, taste, and understand the bitch in the charm....


Dear Hippie Lou,
I dig the your name.......some friends call me Charm.......well what can I say,,,,they call me Charm because I ani't no bitching board......
Hey, you got some recommendations, hitting on a great place in the Dupont Circle Area for munchies and conversation.  Well, got to say something about the food I eat and the way I eat..........I am a bitching board about it.  I don't say much....it is really all about, what I don't say............One day, in the near future, I'll cook dinner for the whole gang and you will see, taste, and understand the bitch in the charm....
Hey, I really dig you and I don't even have a clue on just how much bitching spices are in you!......
xoxoxoo, loveNpeace,
Charm

Monday, November 19, 2012


HDL,

Tonight I had a strange feeling that I should Google your father;
which is how I learned of his passing.  You may have already see my
text; however, I am writing here additionally.

Now, David, you can finally free (yourself) from the unyielding
shackles that torment your mind.

My heartfelt concern and prayers go out to you.  It must be extremely
difficult to digest that your Dad's mind-encompassing presence is
simply - at rest.

Your friend

you can't hate them anymore.

He's a angel with your mom
They are both angels
I know as wicked as they were God
has forgave them for things & gave
him a space next to your mom in heaven.
Let the hate for the both of them go
away you can't hate them anymore.

all hail the conqueror worm.

click here for harry's heartfelt recitation of edgar allan poe's conqueror worm.

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harry shaw loves reading poems to school children in washington heights.  he told me on several occasions that the kids especially like edgar allan poe.  so i told harry about a guy i met in a bar on first avenue a few years back.  said guy said he felt like a guest in a world until he stumbled across the conqueror worm.  he finally found someone going through what he was going through, and didn't feel alone in the world anymore.  said guy was so enamored he stole the book from the school library.  you didn't hear me say that.  i told harry the story of said guy and harry was enamored too; an edgar allan poe poem had changed a young man's life.  so harry proceeded to i) memorize the poem and ii) recite it to me every time we ran into each other in the streets of the e. village.  one day i went to harry's apartment and asked him if i could record him for posterity.  he said yes.  i love harry.  he puts poetry in the air, around kids.  and i'm sure many of them will never forget him.


henry de forest webster

Henry de Forest Webster, a retired neuroscientist who worked for much of his career at the National Institutes of Health, died at home on November 16, 2012. He was a member of the Friendship Heights Rotary Club for many years. His wife of over 60 years, Marion Havas Webster, died earlier this year. Their children are Christopher White Webster, Henry de Forest Webster II, Sally Ann Webster, David Leslie Webster, and Steven George Webster. They also have six grandchildren and many friends. A Memorial Service will be held at 2 p.m. on Saturday, December 8 at the Friendship Heights Village Community Center, 4433 South Park Avenue, Chevy Chase, MD 20815.

Friday, November 16, 2012

newton meyers, part i

"what you don't want is generalized comments.  what you do want is a teacher that works with you on all your specific problems, one after the other.  the teacher opens the door, but you must enter alone.  then the teacher opens another door, and again, you enter alone.  imagine a long hallway of open doors with a satisfied student at the end of it, all smiles and master of the subject.  see the teacher, exhausted but happy."

don't you wish there were more teachers who thought of themselves and their students in this way?  newton meyers is a subconscious artist, a real teacher, and a funny guy to boot.  And he'd like nothing better than to help you become the artist you want to be.  

part one of our conversation is here; listen and enjoy!

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to find out more about and/or enroll in newton's class, click here.  you'll find his class "acrylic and watercolor painting mastery" on page 3.

photos of me and pratt student john battaglia (taken by john's classmate tara greenwald) in newton's atelier aka sloppy studio (newton's words, not mine) are pictured here and here.

the cover of the pratt institute fall 2012 course catalogue (which is a cropped photo of newton's painting/poem) can be found here.

newton's mural "life is a delicate fabric stretched between two eternities" can be found here; an article featuring it is here.

for more information on newton, his paintings, and to contact his agent click here.







Wednesday, November 14, 2012


"i want a weekly obligation to a group of ppl i respect."

if you are a creator (artist, designer, scientist, musician, writer, scientist, engineer, etc.) and this strikes a nerve, a chord, a frequency, or all three, hit me up pls.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

hallinator, part i.

part one of my conversation with the incandescent hallie mcpherson; listen here and enjoy!

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"it takes a child to raise a village."  huh?  but the more i thought about it, the more sense it made to me.  hallie admits that she has two functional skills - changing a light bulb and knocking down her smoke alarm with a hammer.  i'm impressed!  words like pabulum fly around; david foster wallace, richard feynman, and aelius galenus drop in, not in that order.  hallie hates vegans...jk.

she was a buzz saw, i was a piece of virgin timber.

Friday, November 9, 2012

The moneys that the courts awarded me could het me another house and buy my daughter a car that she wants.  I really wish that you could start sending that to me.  ThNk you and kind regards!!!!

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Once again the moneys that the courts awarded me could buy me and my daughter a town house and I can buy my daughter a new car that she wants.  Hope that you are happy in your new life!

we forgot that.

Leaves are holding on, quietly, patiently.  More and more and more and more coming down on to you.  What we see is what we have done to you.  You were here before us.  We are pushing you away or you are leaving us.  We are part of them, not above. We forgot that.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

In my creativity I work toward expressing complete freedom.

part iii (of iii) of my conversation with annalisa derr...listen here and enjoy.

lest the focus remain on annalisa, the final segment of our conversation has hippie lou waxing eloquent on the benefits of having a) no mailing address and b) a not so great credit rating.  then on to fine points of distinction between tramps, bums, and hobos.  where's this crazy train stopping next?

be sure to stay tuned to Awakening to The New Me, where annalisa recounts her exciting adventures and openly discusses how her experiences are affecting her and vice versa.

"My passion is to create art with heart at the center; art that turns the mirror toward the viewer and reflects to them their own humanity. Allowing the viewer to have a visceral reaction to art gives them the opportunity to break free from passivity and move into action in their own life, even if just for a moment. In my creativity I work toward expressing complete freedom."

if you missed them, part i and part ii.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Watered-down Or Phony Drugs Difficult To Trace.


There's little chance that patients will ever know whether they were given counterfeit or diluted medicines sold by unscrupulous distributors in South Florida, experts said Monday.

"Once the product gets in the supply chain, it's very difficult to track it," said David Webster, a health-care consultant for Webster Consulting Group in Bethlehem, Pa. "It's like trying to track the spread of SARS from one person to another."

Investigators say the drugs distributed by the 19 wholesalers indicted Monday included some used to treat cancer, HIV, AIDS and kidney failure, such as Epogen, Procrit, Neupogen and Gammagard.

State agents seized thousands of doses of phony drugs, but thousands more made it to health providers throughout Florida and the nation, experts said. And there's virtually no way for doctors and pharmacists to know whether the drugs they are administering are tainted.

Drugs often pass through a complex network of manufacturers, distributors and wholesalers before reaching a hospital or pharmacy.

And because sales records are often incomplete, it is virtually impossible for investigators to follow the trail.

Because the U.S. pharmaceutical industry is considered the safest in the world, hospitals and pharmacists have become complacent about the possibility that drugs could be harmful, experts said.

"If you talk to pharmacists, there's almost an air of invincibility about them," Webster said. "They take the safety of what they receive from distributors for granted."

By Greg Groeller
Orlando Sentinel
July 22, 2003




And then there are creation myths that involve weaving and/or spinning. One of these days, I'll get there.


Hi, so good to hear from you...i have been remiss...i noticed a maryland return
address on your letters but had no idea you were living there...am kicking myself for not
trying to visit.  i love your newsletter...in fact, i am very interested in creation from a
"scientific" perspective and stories like yours (re the fallen tree and the towel) give me
great insight into how creation happens.  i shared it with my five hundred and fifty or so
facebook friends.  i also love words, as you do, and think of myself as a weaver now
thanks to you!  idea for you - do an essay on "great" weavers throughout history.  penelope
of ithaca comes to mind.  :)

i still haven't had a chance to adequately express thanks for the letters...i can't tell you
how much they meant to me.  every time i reconnect with the little boy, it gives me fresh
energy and much inspiration.  so thoughtful of you, i will never forget.

i would very much like to come to california and see you.  i will try to make it so.

yours in weaver-hood, hippie lou aka david

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Good morning, David.

Thanks for sharing my article.  I'm glad you enjoyed it.  And thanks for sharing an idea.  I've thought about doing something about famous weavers -- Charlotte (of Charlotte's Web) also comes to mind.  And then there are creation myths that involve weaving and/or spinning.  One of these days, I'll get there.

What do you mean by a scientific perspective on creation, creating?  … I do find the creative process fascinating.  I recently visited some open studios and it was so interesting to catch a glimpse at how these artisans work (and arrange their spaces).

No need to apologize for not visiting us in MD.  There's lots I would have liked to do during my brief tenure there that just didn't happen.

I'm so glad that you enjoyed getting those letters and that they are a way for you to reconnect with your younger self.

How did you fare with Hurricane Sandy?  I hope you stayed safe and warm.

Love,

sincere apologies for not getting back to you so quiggly, like stiggly


Dear Hippie Lou,
What shall we do?
We could make some stew
Or see things that moo
Or shop for a shoe
Or listen to babies coo
Or paint with glue
Or take a choo choo
Or check out an amazing view
Or drink some brew
Or watch a crew
Or visit a zoo
Or wait in a queue
Or see taming of the shrew
Or play a didgeridoo
Or we could chew
It’s up to you!
Let me know what you’d like to do!
Mentha Dew
(Dew is technically my sisters middle name, but I borrowed it for the rhyme)



yo sweet mentha dew
sincere apologies for not getting back to you
so quiggly, like stiggly

as for our inspiration and what we shall do
i have been slowly chewing on an idea or two
actually one, hopefully fun

at lula's, perhaps we can meet
east village representin, right on sixth street
an apothecary, not yet legendary

three strips of paper we'll each bring
and on each folded strip, a description of a thing
we can do together, like stormy weather

we'll drop them in one of lula's glass jars
pick a strip out like a man from mars
ready to rock it, put it in our pocket

if we both dig it, then that's what we'll do
if one of us doesn't, we'll draw number two
on and on, til the break of dawn

so hippie lou has to ask, might you be game?
don't hesitate to tell me if you think it's lame
and peace to you, sweet mentha dew

i don't like it for the following reasons...it's asymmetric and somewhat disrespectful.

if you'd like to have coffee, i usually get some every morning between 8 and 9.30 at la colombe, 270 lafayette.  that might not be convenient for you so if not i am open to suggestions.  peace & <3 with kind regards and looking forward to it, hippie lou

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send me your number, and i will call you.

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hey, i can send you my number, but with trepidation.  for two reasons...one is i don't use it much...i have my ringer off (silent, not vibrate) and i haven't set up my voice mail...so i don't often pick up calls unless i happen to be  looking at my phone at the exact moment something comes in.  the other reason is that every person i've ever sent it to on okc has used it to do a "screening" interview.  not my cup of tea; never liked them in the corporate world and don't like them in the okc world either.  anyone who uses the phone to screen ppl out for jobs and/or friendships is probably someone i'm not going to get very excited about.  but, never say never, and stranger things have happened.  peace with kind regards, hippie lou

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Would like to talk on the phone. Can't imagine why you wouldnt set up your voicemail.  How do you stay in touch with the outside world?
How do you screen a cell number, guess I am naive.  Too many red flags here.  Prove me wrong.


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hi, thanks very much for your note.  re not setting up voice mail, believe it or not, i am old enough to remember a world without cell phones, voice mail, and even answering machines.  people seemed to stay in touch just fine, as i recall.

re screening, perhaps i wasn't clear enough.  what i meant was people use the phone to "rule out" prospective employees and in the case okc, prospective friends.  i understand why people do it -- they often have a list of, for lack of a better word, deal-breakers, and they want to make sure that people they meet with are free and clear of those deal-breakers.

in the case of a job, an employer may want someone who can work nights and weekends, and so they accept resumes, pick out a set of people they are interested in, and call them.  "can you work nights and weekends?" they ask.  if the answer is no, it's thanks and goodbye.  for the employer, it saves them time...if someone came in for an interview, the employer probably wouldn't kick them out right away....they would chat and then say thanks but no thanks.

in the case of okc, some women follow a similar approach.  i don't like it for the following reasons...it's asymmetric and somewhat disrespectful...the implicit message is my time is more valuable than yours and i don't want to waste it by meeting you for coffee unless i'm sure that we're somewhat compatible (ie no deal-breakers).

and i've found that i don't relate well to women (and men) with checklists, because more often than not they involve having a day job and all the usual accoutrements of a "normal" life.  i) i don't have anything resembling a "normal" life and ii) one feels a bit like a piece of meat, as perhaps many women feel about guys who have a list of physical and/or age requirements.  my only prerequisites are i) being a decent human being and ii) having a heartbeat...within that framework i'm pretty flexible.

i know some women are concerned about safety but from my perspective, we are meeting in a public space around lots of people so how dangerous can it be? it's not that serious...peace with kind regards, hippie lou

How do you do that? blur the lines...
I'm intrigued by the hippie you...

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

heart impulse

for the latest -- part two of my conversation with annalisa -- listen here...enjoy.

a collection of annalisa's curated images based on her love of italy can be found at Mia Bella Italia.

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annalisa derr is leaving for india this saturday.  i had the privilege of visiting with her a few weeks ago. she's fearless, and she's following her heart impulse.  i admire her, i want to be her!

"impulse...i think the word impulse is how i'm going to move forward and start living my life; from impulse, like heart-soul impulse. yeah."

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annalisa exposits the following:

"i don't need to call myself an actor because i just am. down to my core being."

then true to form, in the course of our conversation, she just *is.* a knock comes on the door, and annalisa performs. how? how did her core being jump out of her bone marrow and manifest itself, right before my eyes?

and if you're one for salacious details, listen for the *one thing* that got magical experience (the artist fka Yanusz Gilewicz) both

a) out of his at-the-time-occupied homeland

AND

b) a girlfriend beyond compare.

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did you know that annalisa -- to fund living her dream on stage in nyc -- sold her car, a beloved treasure?  if you can tell me the make and model AND color of the car before you listen to this thing i will award you a special prize.  which may be coffee with hippie lou.  which may not be so special. :)


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if you missed it, part one of our conversation is here.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Hipppie Lou. Of course I would have coffee with you.

I loved your pictures hippie Lou! You took us on a little walk down your life. Nice. I am and English teacher. Thus, I love poetry. I also have been having a love affair with NYC for 30 years. Very Cool Lou.


Hipppie Lou. Of course I would have coffee with you. I am in NYC all the time. What area of New York do you live?
It is Sunday, and I think we are all just trying to recover from the tempest that descended upon us.
Nature brought us to our knees. Humanity is slowly lifting us up.
Fondly,


New York is very convenient. It appears as though you haven't put down roots anywhere Lou! It sounds like you are couch surfing! I usually am in NYC weekends....weekdays are spent teaching the youth of America!
I will let you know.

Peace.


Hope you did ok with Sandy, as she was quite the bitch. So, I'd love
To know what transpired between photo Stargate and now....

Sunday, November 4, 2012

This is so sweet of you Lou... Thank you!! Love how u reposted this pic with new meaning!

Friday, November 2, 2012

HL, you're always welcome here. Food, shower, electric, Internet. Stay safe, be generous to those who have less.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Your thoughts like a run on song never ending.


hippie lou
I too
am glad to know you
Your thoughts
like a run on song
never ending
one segment blending'
into the next
with wonderous text
almost a rap
sans all the crap
but a beat
heard in your head
taps your feet
claps your hands
keeping time, with rhyme
like the sands
through my hourglass figure
at the beach with the pines
rockin' a bikini at 50
How nifty
Breeds envy in those
with painted toes
and turned up nose
that didn't keep time
with the treadmill
they partied hearty
and called me a geek
because I stayed home
week after week
holed up in my room
appeared like a freak
but worked to keep abs
from turning to flabs
or doughboy jabs
Now this loner
who spurned the stoner
gives the guys on the beach
a perpetual boner
and those pine bitches
turn green with their grief
Try n label me a husband theif
Just cuz they drool
doesn't mean I'm fool
enough to be their cum vessel
let their choo-choo
enter my trestle
but this caboose
isn't as loose
as they would think
just cuz they nod n wink
and offer me a drink
don't mean I think
that my shit don't stink
if they took a chance
to know pippie, lou
they'd see that romance
was only for two
and I'm a hippie chickie who
wants only one
the one
the one for me
that's all I need.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

I saw three turtles swiming.


Hi hippie lou,

It was morning and now evening.  I saw three turtles swiming. They see humans and run away.  They know.

Thank you. It is nice that my engRish sounded beautiful to you.

Today, was nice day (too).  I happened to have had chance to listen to live music, fun fun fun, dance dance dance.

I hope you are enjoying nice cloudy day.   I would like to meet for coffee or tea or sitting bench or a walk  sometime too.

U and I are so alike in our "unfitness" for real life.

All-nighters are tuff. Very. When I was waiting for my tour guide license to come in, I was broke and spent a couple nights in Herald Square. Have you thought about driving a cab? At least you would have somewhere to sleep. What is ur story, Lou? Why are u homeless sometimes and sometimes not? I thought u had a job at a university? U and I are so alike in our "unfitness" for real life. If it were not for my family, I would be on the streets. I want to work, but it has to be the right job. I also worry about my health bc of all the weight I have gained. I wish I could just live my life like normal people, but life always seemed more a chore to me than a life. I can only conclude that we are on a completely different wavelength than 99% of the world. I OFTEN wonder what it is like to be a 9 to 5 sort of person. If I could live out the rest of my days without ever seeing the sun, I would. I feel normal at night only. I hope you find some stability.

Monday, October 22, 2012

dude, do you have a personal photographer that follows you around everywhere? you always have the best 'daily life' photos.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Hippie Lou Tours, perhaps.

Lou, I was being poetic about the $5. Yeah I could use it but would probably blow it on gum or something. I agree with you that I do not fit the mold, but I can't depend on family forever. I am too old for this. Life put me in this position, and no it isn't fair and I HATE 9-5 with the most absolute, utmost passion...but apparently I am going to have to suck it up, even at the not-so-tender age of 35. I have prayed about it many times a day for years...all through my twenties when I was working jobs I hated and the past few years too, working jobs I like but always going broke. There comes a point of financial insolvency where you just have to take whatever is available. It is too bad you and I can't put our freethinking bum heads together and go into business together. Hippie Lou Tours, perhaps.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Hippie Lou, who skips to that song you do?


Hippie Lou, Hippie Lou,
Who skips to that song you do?
For that matter, who does you?
Who sings that healing song?
Who hums it to you all day long?
hums your schwann,
The shwann song,
The long one,
The one that just goes on and on,
and no doubt,
Up and down,
and in and out,
Hippie Lou, u might think me loose,
Writing this dirty Dr. Suess,
Would you, could you,
In a box?
Would you do the fox's box?
Would you box it up nice and tight?
and pry it open Friday night?
Doth it excite and delight,
Does it ignite,
your inner light?
My haunting gaze, and healing touch,
Both exude energy, and are such,
That haunting touch and healing gaze,
Will stun, be fun, and yet, amaze...
Your myelin, play like a violin,
electrified, and stylin',
If I were a virus, spyro-gyrous,
I'd be contageous,
Upstageous and outrageous,
Your cells would dance the Bossanova,
a colorful display, a super nova,
you'd glow in the dark like a night light,
and as you're more infected,
become a bright light,
Aglow with bliss,
and long to kiss,
Not one moist crevice would you miss,
Like an addiction, you'd want more,
Until you were liken to, love's willing whore,
Sweet as candy, these kisses deep,
Would prey upon you as you sleep,
A succubus, upon you like a plague,
"Cure me not!" you'd moan and beg,
Pushing you beyond previous physical limits,
You gladly go down, deep down in it,
Shaven smooth and slick with oil,
Wine it, dine it, without toil,
comes naturally, cums naturally,
and oh so satisfactorally,
The addiction wanes, then regains,
new positions, switching lanes,
you drive it home, again and again...
That free-wheeler, best call the healer!
Hippie Lou, Hippie Lou,
You've been infected, what--or who-- will you do?
It's on you like sticky goo,
stuck to your shoe, like icky-poo,
On your ass, like grass and morning dew,
Turn your head and cough,
Maybe that will get it off,
or get it on--you never know,
Most pockets may be just for show,
But this table's center pocket,
will take a shot, in the slot, like a rocket,
I could go on for hours, given the room,
But gotta save something for the honeymoon,
and save room for dessert,
I sure hope this shot won't hurt,
a little pinch, and a squirt,
will take you where the witches flirt,
Your own personal Val Halla,
Explodes from your head like a hypnotic mandala,
Your medulla will do the hula,
oblongatas will play sonatas,
Inagottadavita, glad to meet ya,
I'm the treat that's gonna eat ya,
haunt ya like the boogie man,
I'll make ya boogie--just cuz I can,
I'm caught up in this bad rap, like a bear trap,
Giving me a bad rap, with this bad crap,
so tell you what I'm gonna do,
I'm gonna wrap this up for you,
In a box, wrapped up tight,
Says, "Do not pry open til Friday night."
:-P []

Merck May Shift Legal Strategy After Vioxx Loss


By Greg Groeller
Of DOW JONES NEWSWIRES

August 22, 2005

NEW YORK - (Dow Jones) - Merck & Co. (MRK) may alter its strategy of taking every Vioxx-related lawsuit to trial after losing its first courtroom battle last week.

The jury's decision to award a total of $253 million to the family of a man who died after taking the painkiller means that Merck may need to re-evaluate its hardline position, analysts and legal experts said.

Merck faces roughly 4,100 lawsuits related to Vioxx, which the company withdrew from the market last year after a study linked it to increased risk of strokes and heart attacks.

The drug maker needs to get a better understanding of what type of cases it can win and which ones it's more likely to lose before it starts settlement negotiations with any plaintiffs, said David Webster, president of Webster Consulting Group, which works with pharmaceutical companies.

"Merck needs to understand what types of litigants will be successful," Webster said. "Once they understand that better, they can better quantify the cost and benefits of settling with a certain class of patients."

Guy Bizzoco, a Merck spokesperson, said the company has no plans to settle any Vioxx cases. But he declined to comment on whether there were scenarios in which Merck would ever consider settling.

"We believe we have meritorious defenses and intend to defend Vioxx cases one by one," Bizzoco said.




THAT is life.


David - It was such a pleasure sharing my experiences and ruminations on life and art with you. As it always is; whether at the park, the cafe, or Meral's apartment on a rainy Sunday afternoon. THAT is life. That is what it means to truly live in the moment. Rock on Lou.

caminante, no hay camino.


Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más;
caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.

Walker, your treads are
the path and nothing more;
walker, there is no path,
the path is made when walking.

Monday, October 15, 2012

So you ended up becoming a muse for me as well.


Dear Hippie Lou,

An email to you is long overdue!  Season’s Greetings! (whatever season we’re in)

Thanks for the invite to your Meeting of The Muses.  Do appreciate you thinking of me; hope it went well, and that you are well as well. The invitation did confirm a feeling I had that you must be a good writer after you mentioned someone’s “Pippi Longstocking hair” back in Balthazar.

Last November, your response to my email (Beautiful email, love the writing) triggered something off in me.  It occurred to me that it would be more effective to write you about how I learned to heal my mind, rather than haphazardly attempting to say too much in too little time in crowded La Colombe.  Words spoken to me by an inner voice almost 25 years ago popped into my mind--“What you really want to do is write your book” as well as your remark, “Books are special,” and other insights about a book about myself from the years 2000-2001.

Although resistant, I began to mull over the idea…where to begin and end…reread Man’s search for Meaning, which I must have pulled out of a milk crate when I dug up The Spear of Destiny after that first encounter with you.  I like the way Frankl wrote the book.  It’s not too long either. Started reading A Beautiful Mind (also triggered from your email) and reviewing A Course in Miracles (an important book in my healing process, which I had not opened up in awhile).  Wrote a rough outline.  I now believe it would be beneficial for me to review my experiences, organize my thoughts, and write this stuff out.  It would strengthen this healing process in me, as I still have corrections in my thinking to make, and sometimes forget to do it.  I do have much to do to prepare to re-enter the workforce, so I do not intend to put more than a couple hours a week into this project, but I will do it.  Hesitated writing you until I reached that decision, although you have cropped up in my thoughts quite often.

So you ended up becoming a muse for me as well.

And all’s well that ends well,

you should write a book.  i would buy it.

if you're on skype hit me up...

i will look into skype.  i have a server, you know.
i will check it out, man
thnaks

thank you!  i'll get started on the book too...
thank you so much for your positive comments.  they mean a lot to me...
and let me know, we can talk about ways to move forward in lieu of the man...

indeed
you already have a book, man.  all the things i have read so far by you.  its like a modern day on the road, man.
for real.

yo
just played one of your tunes at a party i am djing
love your stuff, braugh

are you mental bro?!!!????
that's off the chain bro!!!!
hey if a hippie lou groupie scene develops send them to manhattan!!

ima play more, man.  you need to produce more music, dude.  lovin it.

i let you know.

annalisa derr, part i.

a book burning bohemian?  we thought we knew the beloved annalisa derr but sadly, we didn’t.

part one of my gabfest with her amazingness here. :)


"i was breaking up my thought patterns...how i envisioned life, how i thought life was supposed to be, what i wanted, everything.

breaking up everything i believed to be true about myself and the world so i could start thinking new thoughts, start creating something new for myself."

i have it on good account that annalisa derr's heartfelt rendering of her true life experience had one woman, upon listening to annalisa's account, exclaim to herself, i want to do that. i want to drop everything, go to india and italy, and start anew!  and it wasn't elizabeth gilbert, thank god...

books referenced by annalisa in part one of our conversation:

1. Christ Stopped at Eboli, by Carlo Levi
2. Stover, Laren (2004). Bohemian Manifesto: a Field Guide to Living on the Edge.

Friday, October 12, 2012


‎"Are there any useless encounters? I know this: there are no insignificant people. There is no one who isn't supposed to be there."
-Notes on Love and Courage, Hugh Prather

Hippie Lou: when we unofficially met six months ago at the Brooklyn Guitar School, and then next to Delicatessen and McNally Jackson (where you prescribed to me short stories by O'Henry), I knew that we would click. Your guitar-bandoleering, chill-attitude-wearing demeanor enthralls me to this day, even in our two hangouts of memories. =] This quote reminded me of you, Hippie Lou! :-]
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if anyone out there has someone who might appreciate a little music played for them in a moment of sickness or need or general bad times let me know...i'd be happy to come and play for them. i've played in a couple of hospitals and really enjoyed it, am open to nursing homes, rehabs, corner of 1st and 1st, wherever. i'm willing to travel and no currency required.

Saturday, September 29, 2012


Hippie Lou musical genius - city noise is his band ,garbage bags - biggest funs , sun- moon- light designer, audience all NY- always 4 free
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Friday, September 28, 2012

See, the life, you never know.


This is my wishful thinking.
Somewhere, somehow I will meet someone. I want to see him again and again though I am not sure why. We become comfortable and open to each other slowly. We probably don't agree everything but we would listen to what the other say. One day I realize that I am in love with this person and he will too. Time goes by, things has changed, but after all years, we are still together. Is it possible? I don't know. I wonder if anyone ... Life, you really never know, is full of surprises. That is why I am writing this now. Relationship, it takes a simple chance to start and requires a lot of time to grow.

i love your opening paragraph. it is beautifully written, and it is a beautiful vision. and it is courageous for you to say it so truthfully. peace and love with kind regards, hippie lou


hippie lou

Thank you. I appreciate what you wrote for me.

It is a still wishful thinking.

Same here, peace and love with kind regards.

Have you played guitar early morning on 1st avenue East village before?

thank you for your kind words. it may be wishful thinking, but it is expressed in a beautiful way. a lot of women express the same sentiment on okc, but not as beautifully. yes, i used to play a lot on first avenue in the early morning, on the corner of 7th st. and between 6th and 7th on the west side of the street. and sometimes near the magical corner of 1st and 1st. have you seen or heard me there? if so, hopefully i did not disturb your peace. with kind regards, hippie lou


It was last summer, weekend, early morning. I was walking along First avenue. I saw someone playing a guitar, bear feet, which could be wrong memory though. I like waking in the village in the morning. It has different face from night time.

I looked your profile before, maybe it was early summer or spring. One of your photo reminded me of that person. I almost wrote to ask you, but I erased the message. You didn't disturb me, instead made me smile. It is a funny coincident. You were in my photos. Even I sent that photo to my nephew in Japan.

See, the life, you never know.





Tuesday, September 25, 2012

If I don't hear back that's ok, what you said really made me think.


Hey Hippie Lou, thanks so much for sharing that, made me think about it all day. Made me remember of a story from years ago, this young boy came to visit us, he came from Jamaica and his family didn't have much. He stepped into my kids playroom (this is a long time ago) and said "OMG! this is better than toys r us! I was so ashamed of what was in that room, my kids didn't ever care about the stuff, how could they there was just too much of it! I guess I started getting rid of stuff then, giving everything away to hospitals for kids, I still can't believe what I still have here. It is a waste, and it is sad.
Anyway, thanks for sharing.

I understand what your saying as far as the connecting thing goes, I think that my reluctance is more in actually meeting someone. I have a lot going on at the moment and feel I need to finish cleaning my act up before I can invite someone in.

My stay here has been brief but I did enjoy meeting you, thanks again.
If you want to keep in touch you can write me.

If I don't hear back that's ok, what you said really made me think.



thanks very much for your nice note.  believe it or
not, it's nice to know that my point of view and/or
take on the world made you think.  it's what i
live for, what i love to do.  because imho we are what
we think, and if we can change the way we think, we
can change the world.  for the better, hopefully. :)

i wanted to share a story with you (attached) about
a profound experience that changed my life.  food
is one of the main characters, and so is "losing it."
thought you might enjoy.

and i get wanting to get oneself together before
inviting someone in.  a couple of years ago, i came
to the realization that my construction attracted ppl
with a similar construction.  to attract different sorts
of ppl, i had to reconstruct.  once i realized the
cause/effect, i wanted to finish reconstruction before
inviting someone in.  kudos to you!

on a lighter note, i love the typeface in your newsletter.

peace/<3 with kind regards, hippie lou


Hey Normy,

Reading your story left me inspired and curious to know more. This is exactly what is missing in NYC and everywhere else! I agree with you that restaurateurs are skeptical to try this business model because of their self-limiting conversations, whether it be money, image or lack of local support. This should not be the case!

After reading your story, I googled Balasia and saw outstanding reviews that aren't seen in the NYC area, including outstanding reviews about "W-Land". I would love to get in contact with her if you have her information and want to thank you for sharing this with me. With your permission, I'd like to share this with Melissa and my co-workers.

Have a lovely evening!

security is
knowing
who you are
what you're good at
what ppl love about you
what you love to do
and having the
confidence
the courage
the skill
the passion
and the
infectious desire
to do it
to do what you
love to do
and to be who you are.
and lest we forget
it helps to have
a hospitable and
peaceful world
in which to do it.
these two things
work hand in hand;
the more of the
first,
the more likely
the second.
this is real security
this is real safety
this is what freedom looks like.
Missing Brooklyn,My iced (drip)coffee (WITH NO ICE CREAM ),the pizza,the mexican,the grittiness,the randomness, going out at 12am with no plans,never knowing what strange exciting things you may encounter. Missing New York. The city that makes me passionate about art and always inspires me to create. most importantly I miss all of you in it,even if its been hard keeping in touch . You are all in my mind inspiring me.

thank you so much for your kind words, sister. i saw newton last weekend and just bumped into harry on second ave. and i was talking about you the other day to a friend seeking advice about following her heart to india. i told her how you just picked up and went halfway around the world. i miss you so much and my thoughts are always with you. peace/♥ with kind regards, ur hippie godfather :)

Saturday, September 22, 2012


you come down here and stay some where else  your not about this
family or tryimg to help this family get back to where they were  all
of this for what when all you had went do is go to the doctors like i
ask you.  Dave you ran from me and you are still running from me.  i
have  not done anythimg to you. This family has been rip out our life.
Dave you went back out there to get yourself in trouble for what.
Pease Pease and Pease

two days ago, i met up with my friend, a very interesting young woman (in her
mid to late 20's) who dated a good friend of mine a couple of years ago.  from time to time, she has
sought me out for advice.  she just got back from a trip where she, like me, is searching for
real meaning in life with the ultimate goal of doing what she loves to do, being who she is, and in the
process, making the world a better place to be.  she has a passion for women and acting, and
i think she will combine her interests in very interesting ways in the years to come.

we met and she took me to a magical garden on 6th street in the east village.  she wanted to take
a few pictures of me; she then shared an account of her recent travels.  we sat in the garden
and talked, and i shared some advice with her.  i think she was grateful, saying that there were few
people in this world that she could talk about such subjects in a free and open way.  i was so happy
that i could help her out in some way, and feel that somehow i am making a difference in her life.

i wanted you to know this because i owe an enormous debt of gratitude to you.  it is because of your generosity and the generosity of others that i am able to, in my own small way, try to make the world a better place.  i thank you from the bottom of my heart.



you're welcome d/q!  a little investment for a new vision.  spread the seeds...i feel like i should be thanking you!  peace bro.  c/q


Lou,
That is really wonderful. Nothing better then giving back and making you feel wonderful. I hope you are going to make it to my house on Saturday for a fun night. If you like you can bring your friend to the party.





congratulations!!

Thanks obi wan !

so proud of u luke...so inspiring to see you going after what you love to do, despite all the obstacles and the difficulties.

:-D I have a great team of friends to pick me up when I'm down and cheer me on... I'm glad that group includes you

team luke 4evah!!
sister, i wanted to thank you so much for stopping by yesterday. it may seem like a small thing, but it was so beautiful.  i am so lucky to have beautiful ppl in my life, and you are one of them. keep stopping by! much appreciated and continued good wishes for your success, for your dreams coming true.

My Darling Brother,the pleasure was all mine ,I am so happy to have a friend like you,you put a smile on my face.Thanks for always being supportive,it means the world to me,much love and many blessings.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

i did like her because she let me play led zep ii, whole lotta love, for show & tell.


you're the best, c/q...did you make a project out of tracking down obits of all our elementary school idols?  how the fuck did you get this?

by reading the obit, i guess we had her for her last year in teaching...lucky us!  she had a long life, too, she was a good egg.  i don't know if you liked her, but i think she was perfect for me.  peace & many thanks & glad you're back in my life, d/q


i went through a newspaper clipping phase.  you should see the crap I cut out and glued into a three ring binder!  i did like her because she let me play led zep ii, whole lotta love, for show & tell.  i too am glad your around again.  and i'm rooting for your success!  later.  c/q


and guys thinking girls that hit on guys are sluts and/or desperate, that's just fucking ridiculous.


greetings, earthling!so r u in dc or nyc today? i like yr new okc profile, tho the other was more creative, i like the straight up-ness of it better. it will also prob get rid of ppl who don't get it.

i keep experimenting with mine, but it seems to be ok now, cuz for the most part, i'm getting more quality humans & less dumbasses.

started dating someone i talked to there. i dunno what's going on exactly cuz like i said i don't necessarily get what everyone else seems to overstand as a given.but we've seen each other twice & he's a gentleman (what the hell are those, anyway? whuh? hey, my clothes are still on. what's that about? r u gay or something? i don't understand.) got a kiss and an asian pear at end of 2nd date & a longer hug. and we've talked since on okc. didn't know if we were just gonna b friends, which would b all rt, or more, which i was hoping. kiss told me sumthin, sort of. capricorns, apparently they don't do stuff in public & they're old skool. idk. i'm certainly not, but it's kinda cute.i just don't know what to do with that sort. scared that if we keep seeing each other, i might fall for him. bad idea. not that it'll stop me, just scare the begeezus outta me. i took a leap and intimated that it might be fun to make him dinner some time cuz his wife never cooked & i know he likes to & he's got good taste.and i'm a goddess in the kitchen, amongst other places.

who knows? most of em run, so we'll see.


sister, thx so much for your thoughtful message. re that guy, i can't speak for other men, but i am a lot like that guy...i am super shy with women. i go on dates and don't kiss girls or try to rip their clothes off. i'll tell you why -- i am friends with a lot of women and there seem to be an endless supply of guys who are super aggressive and their advances are not appreciated at all. a lot of women walk the streets of nyc and will not look guys in the eye because i guess there are so many slimeballs that will use any excuse to, in the words of a friend of mine, "shoot their mustard gas" at women, looking for any momentary letdown in defenses to touch them etc., even if the advances are completely unwelcome. i've learned that a lot of my shyness has to do with NOT WANTING TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH THOSE CREEPS.

also, i've found that a lot of women seem to like me and find me charming but really are not interested in a more intimate connection because they may be bf'ed/gf'ed up or they think i'm too weird to be associated with in that way. but they can't take their eyes off me at the bar! i also want a woman to meet me halfway...this whole me chase you and you never show me your cards thing leaves me wondering do you really dig me and if so why can't you put yourself out there? if a woman can't take a risk and come towards me as i come towards her that's not prolly someone that i'm going that far with. finally, i think we should all get over ourselves and chuck this outmoded system...why can't girls and guys just talk to each other and say i dig u, do you dig me? girls don't wait around for their bosses to give them raises, most of them ask these days. why should they wait for some guy to make a move on them? and guys thinking girls that hit on guys are sluts and/or desperate, that's just fucking ridiculous.

"Many people might think that this is a good thing for ... Aventis, but actually it's not," Webster said. "All manufacturers get tarred with the same brush."


When Chiron Corp. sneezed Tuesday, businesses throughout the healthcare industry -- and beyond -- caught cold. But others may get a shot in the arm this flu season.

Chiron slashed its profit forecast by more than half after British health officials suspended production at the company's Liverpool plant, blocking shipment of some 48 million doses of its Fluvirin vaccine -- almost half the expected U.S. supply. Chiron shares plunged 16%, or $7.44, to $37.98 on Nasdaq.

The fallout spread well beyond Emeryville, Calif.-based Chiron. Novartis, the Swiss drug maker that has a 40% stake in Chiron, slipped 22 cents to $46.60, while Henry Schein Inc., a New York-based distributor of Fluvirin, lowered its 2004 profit forecast to $3.01 to $3.07 a share from as much as $3.61 in August.

Chiron, which was founded in 1981 by three college professors and employs 5,300, makes four influenza vaccines. Its Fluvirin, which was affected by the Liverpool production problem, is the top seller in Northern Europe and No. 2 in the U.S. after the flu vaccine marketed by Aventis Pasteur, a French pharmaceutical company. Chiron also makes Fluvirin in Italy and Germany, but those lots have been committed elsewhere.

Analysts and consultants said the effect on Chiron could be long-lasting. Flu vaccine customers are most concerned about reliability, and failing to deliver could make it very hard for Chiron to sign them up next year, said David Webster, whose Webster Consulting Group advises health firms.

Shares of Aventis rose $1.18 to $86 on the New York Stock Exchange. But it has said the earliest it could make more flu vaccine was after November.

"Many people might think that this is a good thing for ... Aventis, but actually it's not," Webster said. "All manufacturers get tarred with the same brush."

He said the Chiron problem would put pressure on federal officials to line up additional suppliers of flu vaccine, "so Aventis might be facing a couple of new, additional competitors in the next year or so."

That notion buoyed shares of Canadian firm ID Biomedical Corp., which supplies flu vaccine there. ID's shares jumped about 6% on Tuesday.

Vaccine makers also will have to work harder next year to convince people that they should get shots and that the supply will be there, Webster said.

The problems at Chiron, he said, aren't "going to help grow the market or help get people more immunized."


Chiron's Flu Vaccine Woes Infecting Others
October 06, 2004 | Lisa Girion | Times Staff Writer



Tuesday, September 18, 2012

errrrmmm no, just like using email doesn't mean the post office is on strike.


what do you find interesting? i find your okc reluctance fascinating, love your goal to open a closet and have nothing in it. peace & welcome, it's not that serious, with kind regards, hippie lou


I found your nomad type of life interesting.

Yes I have been working my way around the house for months now, amazingly disgusting how much I have! I have donated, thrown, and given away so much and there is still more! It sickens me to be honest. I have made quite a dent in it but may be awhile before it is all clear.

Why would it be fascinating that I am reluctant? I thought that would be more common that I was, no?


thank you for your note and for sharing what you found interesting.

i had a similar experience as i was watching a house that i had lived in being packed up a few years ago...it contained the accumulated belongings of a lifetime. all i can remember is the pile of shoes and the handbags/pocketbooks. this is not to say that i wasn't guilty of acquisition/accumulation myself, but the shoes and the handbags really got me. there were just piles of them. most of them had been used for a very brief period of time. i remember thinking wow, and what a waste, and it made me sad. i have not bought an item of clothing since, and still have way more than i need.

i guess i don't find your reluctance fascinating, but more so the common reluctance. in the old days we sent letters. then email came along, we use that too. in the old days we met ppl in the real world, now we can meet them virtually too. no big deal, right? somehow somewhere someone came up with the idea that being online means no one is interested in you in real life, because if they were, you wouldn't be online, right? and then they sold that idea to the world. errrrmmm no, just like using email doesn't mean the post office is on strike. my two cents. :)


i can't carry squat, but can make time fly. if we go out for coffee, i gotcha. :)


since complete candor and me are good friends, or at least casual acquaintances, i want you to know a couple of things.

i was raised by circus clowns. when i was eight, they ditched me in the mountains on their way to a gig in plattsburgh, ny. i ran with wolves for a bit, then lumberjacks. lastly, mohicans.

i don't have anything remotely resembling a day job. i work every day, but since i'm doing what i love to do -- writing up a theory of the universe and putting music in the air -- i really can't call it work.

in my spare time, i help nascent creators and stitch together worlds which are (hopefully) more hospitable to people who, above all else, want to do what they love to do and be who they are. truly.

and also, so as not to mislead you, i don't have anything remotely resembling my own apartment. i've been fairly successful in setting up a johnny appleseed existence, relying on the kindness of friends and strangers for a meal and/or a soft pillow on which to lay my head.

i try to spread myself around so as not to burden anyone unnecessarily...and try always to walk softly through the forest. i bring news of neighboring villages, a good story or two, and an orchard that bears fruit every once in a while.

car? gave it back to the universe. love to walk, johnny did too. bank account? nope. i learned the hard way that it didn't really belong to me. and, strange though it may seem, losing it was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

i do have a phone, which has been a plus when it comes to talking to or texting folks i meet on okc. not completely necessary, though, with the apple store and its bountiful harvest of available computers just a stone's throw away.

i'm a bit of a nomad. manhattan is base camp, but i venture out for ten days at a time (or so). washington, d.c. is an important nexus for me, it's where my daughter currently resides. if i go somewhere, i often change my okc location setting. that fact might tell you more about me than anything i've written so far.

i <3 connections, random and otherwise, and am a big fan of open circuits. i love surprises, pleasant or unpleasant. pleasant slightly preferred, though, truth be told.

if i know one thing to be true, it is that you cannot bid the flower not bloom. it thrives, when, on mild zephyr's wing, the spring arrives.

i can't carry squat, but can make time fly. if we go out for coffee, i gotcha. :)

Tuesday, September 11, 2012


I love all your posts and visuals.......fire starting is a life force right?
I can see your are a life force....a real live force....I have to run to chiropractor my brother and much <3  to you...I ope we meet soon.
ope=hope

maybe the universe has some secret plan for me?


i'll be completely straight up -- girls mystify me, women too. always have. all i know is that i love love, i love intimacy, it's beautiful.

not getting much play these days; it's lonely, i can't lie. i'd really like to have some in my life, and i've got a lot of love to share. maybe the universe has some secret plan for me?

currently modeling my life after johnny appleseed -- making use of what's around, what's available, whilst trying to plant and tend a multitude of orchards.

some people see beauty in nature, i see it in people. i'm a big fan of surprises, and leave lots of unscheduled time in every day to avail myself of (seemingly) random encounters.

what I’m doing with my life:

mostly:

-playing guitar
-helping creators, discoverers, seekers, and other nice & interesting people
-working to change the world so it isn't so hard for people to be who they are and do what they love to do
-inspiring my daughter (hopefully!)

i’m really good at:

letting the universe order my steps, going with the flow/undertow, swimming upstream, following my flip flops, letting the moon turn my tides gently, gently away.

your message made me think it might be a possibility. A remote one, perhaps, but a possibility nonetheless.


hi sister, just received your message from branch out...wasn't sure if it was a mass mailing and if u intended to send it to me but oh well, thought i'd take a chance and write you.

i have a lot of regret about things that happened back in 2010 but i cannot go back and change things...i have a pretty good understanding of what happened and why, and feel that i've always acted with a good heart and honorable intentions. i completely understand though why many ppl have chosen to, for lack of a better word, terminate their connection with me.

one of my real regrets with respect to the loss of the connection with you and your family is my friendship with your mother. i liked her for many reasons which i won't go into, but for the purposes of this message i had and still have a specific interest which is related to my ongoing work on the dynamics of creation and creativity, whether it be art or music or design or biomedical science.

while i was visiting your farm, i spent some time with your mother in the garden and was fascinated with her description of the dynamic processes at work there. there was a deliberate component of the garden, but also a fair amount of seemingly random forces at work. one of the random elements was seeds blowing into the garden, which your mom had a specific name for (sic). i went away from my visit anxious to talk to her and learn more about the various forces at work. i believe the garden is one of several useful metaphors nature has provided us for good design of a creative space (a space that fosters creativity), whether it be a company, a science laboratory, or a city.

when you and i had a parting of the ways i did not feel comfortable contacting her, and would never reach out to her without your knowledge and support. i had somewhat resigned myself to never having the opportunity to speak with her again, but your message made me think it might be a possibility. A remote one, perhaps, but a possibility nonetheless.

peace with kind regards, hippie lou

WoW! Lou - I knew you had it going on, but I am struck by this lovely woman... If she's 10% of what her smile reveals, you're doing great. :-)

Sunday, September 9, 2012

despite all the crap going on, life is pretty good.

wow lou! i appreciate you telling me yr story, though you didn't have to.thanks for entrusting me with it. that's horrible. i didn't think you had done anything really wrong, it would seem so out of character.

i agree with you. despite all the crap going on, life is pretty good. i got a cheap karaoke machine from craigslist today to practice using a mic, on the advice of one of the artists at work- he used to have a band. so i;m gonna plug the thing in & try singing into it like an idiot. at the very least, my friends will ham it up at the next party i throw. so what the hell? why not?

how are things going with yr daughter? have you told her all or part of what really happened? i hope you're able to mend things with her. i just started dragging my 82 yr old father to therapy with me cuz he was driving me crazy lately & i couldn't take it anymore, but i don't want to drift apart at the end of his life or near it, so if someone else says the same things i wanna tell him & he pays for it, he'll listen. 2nd session today. it's tough but we're working thru some deep shit together. it's never too late, but i'm not taking any crap from anyone ever again. not even my dad. i've had all i can stand, lou. i'm really good at unconditional love, but dad's too insecure from his own deepseated stuff to understand that it's unwavering and constant regardless of whatever happens and whether i say it from day to day. it's kinda crazy at my age to go thru all this, but it's about growth & change, so i'm down with it. heal the past and change the future. for my dad and for me. he's still wounded from his dad. we just got to that one today. i've been waiting for someone to call him on that one for a long time. i always saw it. we carry such burdens with us, all of us. it's nice to lighten the load a little. as the witches say, perfect trust, perfect peace. that's not easy.

everyone suffers and knowing that, takes away a lot of the pain and disappointment in my own life.


Hi Hippie Dave Appleseed,

I enjoyed talking and listening and although some of what I heard was sad news, I'm grateful that you trust me enough to share it.  One thing I've learned in all my sufferings through life is that everyone suffers and knowing that, takes away a lot of the pain and disappointment in my own and helps me to be more open-hearted and less opinionated.  I have my bad days too when I simply cannot understand why things and people are the way they are, but when i remember that everything that happens to me is impersonal (because everyone suffers whether I am there or not), i'm better able to just let it go and move ahead.  It seems like that's what is happening for you! ♥


I love trees because they keep trying to bend and twist in unfathomable ways - always towards the light.

To David Webster, an industry consultant, flu vaccine is like a mixed investment portfolio.

To David Webster, an industry consultant, flu vaccine is like a mixed investment portfolio. Some is pre-sold at low but secure profit margins, like bonds. The rest, like stocks, might be sold at varying prices in a "spot" market.

To Mark V. Pauly, a health economist, flu vaccine is like avocados. It's a perishable product whose price can go up, producing a windfall for the distributor when supply is short. On the other hand, if you don't unload your avocados quickly, they go bad and must be tossed out.

Neither is surprised at reports this week of prices reaching $600 or more for a 10-dose vial of a vaccine with a normal price tag of $85. A production problem blocked distribution of nearly half the country's vaccine supply, which has set off a scramble by providers to get their hands on what's left.

Although the production and safety of flu vaccine is tightly regulated, it is distributed through a complex and free market in which the balance of supply and demand can bound between extremes. While the system provides a chance for some distributors to profiteer, it also makes wide-scale price gouging unlikely, industry experts say, because much of the supply is committed under contract, at set prices, to customers who ordered it months ago.

Vaccines are distributed differently from other medications, which reach patients through retail pharmacies. Because they must be administered by a doctor or nurse, they get to the patient through hospitals, physicians offices and clinics, including inoculation clinics designed to generate customer traffic at stores and malls.

And flu vaccine, although sold through many of the same distributors to many of the same users, is unique within vaccines.

While most vaccines have a shelf life of about two years, Webster said, flu vaccine is made fresh each year, to match the strains of influenza expected, and sold during the fall and winter flu season.

Some years, when supply moves smoothly and demand is slack, "I have thrown out 5,000 doses," Lessans said.

Other years, supply is short.

Typically, Webster said, distributors base their orders for flu vaccine largely on early commitments from customers, then order extra to "set aside 30 to 40 percent for the spot market."

The distributors, he said, "have decades of experience, and they know if there's a shortage or delays, they're going to get a higher price."

Up to 40 companies are in the flu vaccine distribution business, which grosses about $350 million annually, Webster said.

But a handful of companies dominate, including Schein, which had ordered 20 million doses from Chiron, and PSS World Medical Inc. of Jacksonville, Fla., which has been adding a growing number of flu vaccine doses to its doctors office sales in recent years.

Vaccine gap shows faults in supply system; $85 vial may cost $600 amid shortage in U.S.
By M. William Salganik and Julie Bell
October 08, 2004|

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Why can't people just fall asleep wherever they want, Lou?

I'm holding a Clothes Only Yard Sale at my mom and dad's house. Trying to get rid of clothes I have been too fat for over a decade now. Some of them are quite nice. You can have three closets' full of sz 14-18 clothes with a couple sz 12's thrown in for the low low price of $100. Some of the suits and dresses were bought for speech meets, etc. Two or three of them max combined would have easily set you back $100 when they were new. If anyone is remotely interested, please hit me up. I have pants that look like "chefs' pants" and a sz 12 purple dress that is sure to turn heads at any interview.

will you be using the proceeds for your walk across the nation?

So far the clothes have been out there all day and I have only made $10. Someone idled by and stole my cutest jumper too while I was inside fixing a hamburger. The George Foreman Mini Grill is very quick but not quick enough, apparently. If I could just find a sponsor, I would be planning my walk right now! Subway, Nike, Weight Watchers, Heart Association, Cancer Association...No one is interested. :(. Why can't people just fall asleep wherever they want, Lou? I could easily sleep in a sleeping bag alongside a highway if it were legal. Tired of all my dreams being dissed, Lou. This is one Wagon very much in need of a faster, more powerful Star. A Star with blond hair and twinkly blue eyes a plus but optional at this point.

i've always claimed to be lover of intractable problems...so i will scratch my head on your walk across the nation...but i think there's a way, honest to god...blonde haired/twinkly blue eyed star, that one you're on your own :)


Thursday, September 6, 2012


blue skies ahead
grass between my toes
sunshine on my face.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

i am a vagabond for beauty,
a signpost for otherness.

it looks like you’ve been building an empire of fun...I’m curious to see that in person!


Hey Hippie!

Just got your message. Don't know why I didn't hear it ring 3 hours ago...but here i am. Tried calling your cell and was told your voicemail isn't set up yet by a strange sounding lady robot. But you sounded really great Dave!!...(i mean, Hippie!) And I look forward to hanging with you soon, perhaps over lunch or coffee. I have been lazy about going into the city this summer but have been slowly coming back as the high temps go down.

Something has come up where I need a signature from all my old employers to confirm that I am not entitled to any job benefits from them, that's all. Sorry to have this be the reason that gets my lazy self down to the les to see you after so long…but I promise you I was going to make the trip soon anyway. I just got this thing in the mail and apparently they sent a copy to your old address in Nazareth too. It’s so strange to get this only a few days after we reconnected; though perhaps the connection was always still going on and you were just psychically tuning in ;-D

Let me know if you’ll be around in the next few days. After tomorrow, I am pretty much free flow and can mosey on down to that awesome neighborhood. But I just noticed on your fb page that you might be out of town, so whenever you return would be great too. I’ve enjoyed seeing your photos and it looks like you’ve been building an empire of fun...I’m curious to see that in person!

Let me know when’s a good time to get together. Miss you too!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

much as astronauts returning from weightless space have a difficult time reacquainting themselves with earth's gravity.


i saw a young girl today perched on her dad's shoulders...she was big enough where she prolly only has several months more of free rides.

reminded me of my babii gurl, how i used to hoist her on my shoulders and walk to the flossmoor train station.  we were always running late, so i had to hump it, and it wasn't a short walk.

and when we finally arrived, i would put her down and we had to rush to the train.  but something strange always happened.  her joints, or her limbs would hurt, much as astronauts returning from weightless space have a difficult time reacquainting themselves with earth's gravity.

i miss u kaishaa and i love you very much.

august 3, 2012

Biogen is a classic example of what can happen to a biotechnology company that hits a home run with a single product early in its life.


Biogen is one of the industry's biggest and most established players, with a 30-year history, annual revenue of more than $3 billion and a market value of $18 billion.

Even so, over the past three years, its shares have fallen roughly 6.5 percent, hurt by the temporary withdrawal of Tysabri from the market in 2005 because of safety concerns. That result compares with a 46 percent rise in the American Stock Exchange Biotechnology index.

"Biogen is a classic example of what can happen to a biotechnology company that hits a home run with a single product early in its life," said David Webster, a consultant with Webster Consulting Group. "They start developing big egos, buying other companies, building office space in high-rent districts and expanding into areas in which they don't have expertise."


Carl Icahn seeks to extract value from Biogen Idec
By Toni Clarke
February 6, 2008



A rising tide, us.


i don’t want a big pile of money in the bank
or a 401K
or a big house
or a nice car.

all i want is 10 or 20 ppl
I can take care of
and they of me.
perhaps a different twenty,
depending on the hour,
the day, the month, or the year.

20 i can love, and they me.
20 I can create with
20 I can sing with
And they with me.

And a few more things
The time
The where-with-all
The passion
The energy
The freedom
the good health
To do it with.
And the
FREE SPACE
To do it in.

A space
Uncluttered
By taxes and tolls
For dipshit wars
For dipshit k-12 experiences
That bulldoze the minds
And spirits
Of countless generations

We can all
Raise each other’s boats
A rising tide, us.
We can learn from,
teach each other,
We can love one another.

Just 10 or 20 Ppl
and hectares, perhaps?
That’s all.

If it’s more,
it’ll be icing
On the cake.

A simple life
A life worth living
A world worth living in.

i truly believe that peace in the individual and peace in the world work together...we are what we eat, we are what we breathe!


The Arts of Peace... beautiful... And peace comes from within...

peace from within, but perhaps what is within is a recombinant soup of what's in one's outer space...hence, very difficult to be peaceful in a space/world that is not.

but you have control over what's inside not so much with what's outside... work with what you know - yourself. once you have peace within you can work with the world...

i respect your point of view...and i've heard it many times...ppl who were in the most deplorable conditions, for example auschwitz-birkenau or eastern europe under communist rule were able to find peace and beauty in their lives, and were able to find things to be grateful for. and ghandi, be the change you want to see in the world. but i have come to believe that this point of view is defeatist (ie we can't fix the world so let's not even try) and is also promoted by those who place the blame for non-peace back on us (the individual), not on social, political, economic, and cultural institutions, where much of the responsibility lies. i truly believe that peace in the individual and peace in the world work together...we are what we eat, we are what we breathe! so let's work on both simultaneously, y traer paz al mundo...

Sunday, September 2, 2012

But then Blythe’s sister was like “Hippie Lou is totally serious.You have to take advantage of this-it’s a New York moment” and no matter how cheesy that sounds it totally changed my mind.


First things first is Lula’s Sweet Apothecary.

The all vegan old fashioned ice cream parlour in the East Village which opened about 2 months ago now.

I already had plans to meet up with friends there and then a big PPK meet up on the 15th before I got to New York.But then I ended up going there almost every single day they were open.And then I kind of became BFF with Blythe and Derek,the wonderful proprietors.And one night I ended up hanging out there after a school open house for like 6 hours and met this amazing man named Hippie Lou and we talked for hours and he let me get whatever I wanted on him.And he was serious.And I had already eaten ice cream so I wasn’t going to get anymore.But then Blythe’s sister was like “Hippe Lou is totally serious.You have to take advantage of this-it’s a New York moment” and no matter how cheesy that sounds it totally changed my mind and I realized that later is never and I needed to take advantage of being in an all vegan ice cream parlour and being able to get whatever I wanted for free,and so I did.I got a banana split with every topping.Over 19 toppings.All over a banana and a Sweet and Sara Peanut Butter S’mores Pie that Blythe threw in.

There was 4 different types of Newman Os,non pareils,vegan almond joy bar thingies,graham crackers,gummy worms,gummy bears,sour gummy bears,all sorts of nuts,candied pecans,white chocolate chips,all sorts of jimmies,and even carob chips,which I like,and I wanted EVERY topping.And some more stuff topped off with hot fudge,caramel,whip cream,and a cherry.

via bjorkedoff.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

we are the world, we are the muses…


you, we
live to create
live to discover
live to learn
live to connect
live to teach
live to love
live to live
a life
worth living
in a world
a neighborhood
a village
a city
a space
worth living in.
we haven’t
made it
in the old world
but we know it
well.
we’re on the
hustle.
often broke
because
our time
our incandescence
our blood
our sweat
our tears
goes to our
skunkworks
for the new dawn.
we work on
what we love
to do.
we’re curious
we like learning
we’re open circuits
we trust
that if we
do what we
love to do
and if we
are who we are
the rest will
take care of itself.
we dream of a
new world.
we are impatient
with the
old world
but we still
cherish its virtues.
its beauty.
we will use
the driftwood
of the old
to build
the spaceship
of the new.
we are muses.
sometime we muse
or are caught
musing.
we are lumen
light
we illuminate
together
our light
shines brighter
as one
as a collection
of many
diverse
lives worth living.
one’s light
does not
diminish
the others’
we are lumens
not luminaries.
definitely not.
we eschew
the architecture
of the old.
no leader
follower.
no indian
chief.
we love
having money
in our pocket.
but we
won’t sell
our soul
for it.
we know
if we do
what we love
if we become
what we are
the duckets
will follow.
$ is not
the organizing
thread
of our narrative
of our thinking
of our passion
of our life.
we realize
that we
live in a
rare moment
in time.
a time
unprecedented
in human history.
we don’t
need
vulture
capital
we don’t
need
head wrecking
patrons.
aristocrats.
angels
we don’t need
their money
their hangups
their desire
to make our lives
theirs.
we don’t need
financial capital
to create.
to discover.
to seed the new dawn.
to illuminate
the new rising sun.
to tell the new truth.
it’s a world
where human capital
not financial capital
rules
without ruling :)
what we know
what we’ve learned
our knowledge
our skills
our experience
who we know
and what they
think of us
our health
our energy
our passion
our disposition
our transparency
our authenticity
our honesty
our consideration
our conduct
as citizens
of ourselves
our households
our blocks
our neighborhoods
our village
our laboratories
our cities
our states
our nations
our universe.
we are
relentless
in pursuit
of our passion
our dream
our new world.
we don’t want
to change others’
world.
only if they choose
to enter ours.
elective affinities.
not affinities
of force
abuse
oppression
violence
skewed rules
of the game.
engineered
to perpetuate
the province
of the toll booth
takers.
the gatekeepers.
the headwreckers.
those that have
99 of the 100
marbles.
and they
won’t rest
till they get
the 100th.
goodbye
headwreckers.
u can have ur world.
go smart bomb
each other
and rip each other
off
and ponzi scheme
and defraud
each other
into oblivion.
stumble, diplodocus, stumble.
it stopped raining
10 years ago.
you have about 40
more
until you collapse
in a cloud of dust.
trouble takes care
of itself
i don’t need to
be judge
jury
executioner.
i can focus on building
the new dawn
as i see it.
a new spaceship.
and then invite
others on board.
if it’s a better
spaceship
it will fly.
if not, no one
will get on. np,
or back to the
drawing board.
we are bumblebees
we like flying into
different hives
checkin em
learning
eachin one,
teachin one.
loving.
we love flying
to different
meadows
getting a
beautiful
heterogeneity
of pollen
stuck to our legs.
sometimes
we need
shelter from the storm.
shelter
from the
heddwrekkers
the naysayers
the nattering
nabobs
of negativism
we gather together
to inspire
to be inspired
to collect dots
how they will
connect
we know
knot(s)
the universe
knows
we don’t
until
we
awake
one day
and see
a lilypad
on which
we’d
like to
stand
we reach
back
weave the dots
weave the pollen
weave the disparate
threads
in our basket
and step
onto our
magic carpet
our beautiful
new tapestry
our trussed
up bridge
to the new dawn
to the new rising sun
to the new truth.
:) <3