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!

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...

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.

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