Many Expressions of Warmth unto you!

Howdy. Things are moving in the right direction for the suffering otter. I have returned to the gym after a summer of wasting away. I am trying a new order of operations in my repositioning of heavy objects. It feels really good to bust a beef again in the gym. The exercise really cheers me up.

I am also now in a new apartment. I must ride even further to get groceries, but here again the exercise cheers me up: Today when some hoochie almost hit me with her car I gestured violently towards her and her boyfriend and yelled, “What the fuck you Nimrods!”
The hoochie yelled something unintelligible back in my direction.

I don’t know why I said “Nimrods”. Nimrod is a sort of common name in Israel. The name is used in the bible to refer to a guy who is only described as a great hunter before the lord. Somehow the name is associated in English with an idiot. A nincompoop.

Calling those people Nimrods was surely the highlight of my day.

Good News Spendecrats

All these good things have arrived in a giant bunch of collected joys.
Things weren't always so good. For awhile now I couldn't find a home. Today I am signing a lease on a new home! Hurrah!
I will name this new place: The Doctor's Office.
The name evokes knowledge, expertise, healing, and hints of erotic shenanigans. If that doesn't capture the essence of Professor Romance (aka Doc Passion) I don't know what would.

Also I had my bike fixed. For a week I was walking around sweating like a pig, and moving slowly. Today I got my bike back! I can zip around town again. WIth my newfound freedom I went to wholefoods and bought some 8 grain bread nonsense.
THE BREAD TASTES LIKE KOSHER HOT DOGS!
How great is that. I am just eating bread but my mouth thinks its eating hot dogs.

Tomorrow I move. My stagnant life is over. Thus begins a new era.

Step Back: Professor Passion Attack

Sorry for all the delays in posting. I have been busy, or lazy and when mounting the muse I produced things too private or stupid. I have spent far too much time reading about Israel’s war and I can’t write anything lovely about it.
So I thought I would start the blog back up with some great quotes that make war/political analysis easier to swallow.

"These disorders… do not move me to laughter nor even to tears, but rather to philosophizing, and to the better observation of human nature. I do not think it right for me to laugh at nature, much less to weep over it, when I consider that men, like the rest, are only a part of nature, and that I do not know how each part of nature is connected with the whole of it, and how with the other parts." [Spinoza—reflecting on the Second Anglo-Dutch War]



From Yehuda Amichai:

When I Was Young, The Whole Country Was Young

When I was young, the whole country was young. And my father
was everyone’s father. When I was happy, the country
was happy too, and when I jumped on her, she jumped
under me. The grass that covered her in spring
softened me too, and the dry earth of summer hurt me
like my own cracked footsoles.
When I first fell in love, they proclaimed
her independence, and when my hair
fluttered in the breeze, so did her flags.
When I fought in the war, she fought, when I got up
she got up too, and when I sank
she began to sink with me.

Now I’m beginning to come apart from all that:
like something that’s glued, after the glue dries out,
I’m getting detached and curling into myself.

The other day I saw a clarinet player in the Police Band
that was playing at David’s Citadel.
His hair was white and his face calm: a face
of 1946, the one and only year
between famous and terrible years
when nothing happened except for a great hope and his music
and my loving a girl in a quiet room in Jerusalem.
I hadn’t seen him since then, but the hope for a better world
never left his face.

Afterward I bought myself some non-kosher salami
and two bagels, and I walked home.
I managed to hear the evening news.
and ate and lay down on the bed and the memory of my first love came back to me
like the sensation of falling
just before sleep
--Yehuda Amichia




Hell yeah. Also I should tell everyone that YouTube has become the greatest resource for video clips of The Clash. This is how Sandinista is supposed to sound.