Wednesday, November 25, 2009
little bubble puppy just for you!
The group was formed in 1966 in San Antonio, Texas by Rod Prince and Roy Cox. Looking to form a "top gun rock band" based on the concept of dual lead guitars, a staple of southern rock that was highly unusual on the psychedelic music scene, Prince and Cox recruited Todd Potter; a gymnast, saxophone player and guitarist. With the addition of Danny Segovia, the original line up of Bubble Puppy was complete. The name "Bubble Puppy" was taken from "Centrifugal Bumble-Puppy", a fictitious children's game in Aldous Huxley's Brave New World. [1] Bubble Puppy's live debut was as the opening act for The Who in San Antonio.
Friday, November 20, 2009
In 1976, David proposed an unprecedented corollary to the Law of Love: He contended that, in certain circumstances, it would be acceptable for a Christian to have sexual relations with someone in an effort to demonstrate a tangible manifestation of God's Love, thereby helping them to come to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. This doctrine became known as Flirty Fishing,[1]" a term that David adapted from Jesus' admonition to His disciples to "follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men" . It was practiced by many Family members until 1987, when it was discontinued.
oh sf.
From my research Christopher Owens the singer of Girls is a product of one of those flirty fish. Good job girls!
Why You Wont Miss ME
Jesus is this really happening. As much as it is satisfying to see Stella's breasts the life style of a rich girl who is going crazy from to much partying and not enough work is the dull drums. Although I sat through the movie I wanted to leave except for a surprising funny performance by Carlen Altman who has perfect breasts and a great smile the movie was lost. I stayed to see the duo's Q & A dressed to the T & draped with diamonds. The high point was an older woman asking the question "how do these characters survive with no work,isn't this a bit unrealistic?" Stella said "from there parents." Thats right, thats how I survive, funny how they think thats normal. I hope this boat sinks, no offense Julian.
Carlen Altman makes me want to be Santa!
Carlen Altman makes me want to be Santa!
October Country
Okay Donal is a motha fucking saint. If you have ever seen Key of G it will make you cry. As someone who lived in the mission area watching him help with Gannet I grew to love him as all you should too. I hope to see you make it to the top, thank you for being alive to balance this universe.
here is something i stole off the moma site.
Upcoming
FILM SCREENINGS & EVENTS
October Country
2009. USA. Directed by Michael Palmieri, Donal Mosher. After chronicling the lives of his troubled working-class family through photography and nonfiction writings, Donal Mosher teamed with filmmaker Michael Palmieri to go a step further and co-direct a feature-length documentary on a year in the life of the family in October Country. Winner of the Grand Jury prize at this year’s Silverdocs, Palmieri and Mosher’s visually moving portrait covers issues of poverty, teen pregnancy, abuse, and war without being judgmental of their subject’s motives or failed dreams at a better life. Instead, the duo uses themes of ghosts and disturbing memories to portray a haunting netherworld in which the family is trapped. 80 min.
Thursday, November 19, 2009, 6:00 p.m. , Theater 2, T2 (Introduced by Palmieri and Mosher)
Sunday, November 22, 2009, 2:30 p.m. , Theater 2, T2
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Jack Schwarz - humanitarian, educator, philosopher, naturopath, also known as legendary pointrider and master, was the first holistic health educator for integrating the whole person - body, brain, mind, and spirit.
Born in Dordrecht, Holland, in 1924, Jack Schwarz distinguished himself as an internationally-recognized authority on voluntary controls and human energy systems. He was a subject, researcher, and consultant at major biomedical and life science research centers in the United States and Europe.
Results of tests performed on Jack documented his abilities to self regulate many psychophysiological processes of his body. By voluntarily attaining specific brainwave states, Jack Schwarz has scientifically shown how to control the pain of physical trauma, regulate blood flow, blood pressure, and heart rate; heal his body within hours after it was injured, and be unaffected by toxic substances injected into his body. Readings charted by an electroencephalograph confirmed that the electrical output of his brain had a greater amplitude and voltage than other research subjects.
At Menninger Foundation he demonstrated the power of the mind over the body (matter), by putting a long sail maker's needle through his biceps, and there was no blood-not a drop. He stated that he put the needle through "an arm", not his arm. He was asked by one of the researchers, Dr. Green, to make his arm bleed. At this request, Jack moved his attention from his higher self to his ego self (self image). His wound opened up like a faucet. He then let go and moved back into the silence of the higher self, and the bleeding stopped instantaneously.
Jack's range of vision exceeded what is normally considered to be visible light. As a consequence, he saw the band of electromagnetic fields which surround every organic body. Based upon 70 years of observing the energy fields, Jack Schwarz could describe the physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual conditions of people, and the degree to which they use their unique energy potentials.
Jack's whole message was based upon the Science of Divine Love - Life, Omnipresent, Victoriously, Expressed. He stated that you needed to be in active meditation 24 hours a day - high energy.
He taught exoterically, which means: the outside world, not limited, suitable for the uninitiated and can be understood by the public. This was in direct contrast to esoteric, which means: intended for or understood by only a chosen few, withheld or confidential.
He felt the need to demystify and make practical the science of love and meditation. Science to him was to know and to discern, not to judge. Science is defined as: a state or fact of knowing - systematized knowledge derived from observation, study, and experimentation carried on in order to determine the nature or principles of what is being studied.
Jack was known by some as a Yogi. A Yogi is defined as a person who practices yoga. Jack often said that if he had been born in the Middle East, he would be practicing the many yoga positions. But he was born in the Western world; so therefore he practiced Western Inner Yoga. Yoga comes from the sanskrit word meaning 'union.' In Hinduism, yoga is a mystic and ascetic discipline by which one seeks to achieve liberation of the self and union with the supreme spirit or universal soul through intense concentration, deep meditation, and practices involving prescribed postures, controlled breathing, etc.
Jack participated in many research projects, lectured and taught extensively, was named in many publications and published nine books. He achieved his extraordinary abilities through a program of self-experimentation and self-training. His many methods and programs are available to assist you in your development of self-regulation and divine love.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something about coffee. The thing said that coffee is good for you; it stimulates all the organs.
I thought at first this was a strange way to put it, and not altogether pleasant, but as time goes by I have found out that it makes sense in its own limited way. I'll tell you what I mean.
Yesterday morning I went over to see a girl. I like her. Whatever we had going for us is gone now. She does not care for me. I blew it and wish I hadn't.
I rang the door bell and waited on the stairs. I could hear her moving around upstairs. The way she moved I could tell that she was getting up. I had awakened her.
Then she came down the stairs. I could feel her approach in my stomach. Every step she took stirred my feelings and lead indirectly to her opening the door. She saw me and it did not please her.
Once upon a time it pleased her very much, last week. I wonder where it went, pretending to be naive.
"I feel strange now," she said. "I don't want to talk."
"I want a cup of coffee," I said, because it was the last thing in the world that I wanted. I said it in such a way that it sounded as if I were reading her a telegram from somebody else, a person who really wanted a cup of coffee, who cared about nothing else.
"All right," she said.
I followed her up the stairs. It was ridiculous. She had just put some clothes on. They had not quite adjusted themselves to her body. I could tell you about her ass. We went into the kitchen.
She took a jar of instant coffee off the shelf and put it on the table. She placed a cup next to it, and a spoon. I looked at them. She put a pan full of water on the stove and turned the gas on under it.
All this time she did not say a word. Her clothes adjusted themselves to her body. I won't. She left the kitchen.
Then she went down the stairs and outside to see if she had any mail. I didn't remember seeing any. She came back up the stairs and went into another room. She closed the door after her. I looked at the pan full of water on the stove.
I knew that it would take a year before the water started to boil. It was now October and there was too much water in the pan. That was the problem. I threw half of the water into the sink.
The water would boil faster now. It would take only six months. The house was quiet.
I looked out the back porch. There were sacks of garbage there. I stared at the garbage and tried to figure out what she had been eating lately by studying the containers and peelings and stuff. I couldn't tell a thing.
It was now March. The water started to boil. I was pleased by this.
I looked at the table. There was the jar of instant coffee, the empty cup and the spoon all laid out like a funeral service. These are the things that you need to make a cup of coffee.
When I left the house ten minutes later, the cup of coffee safely inside me like a grave, I said, "Thank you for the cup of coffee."
"You're welcome," she said. Her voice came from behind a closed door. Her voice sounded like another telegram. It was really time for me to leave.
I spent the rest of the day not making coffee. It was a comfort. And evening came, I had dinner in a restaurant and went to a bar. I had some drinks and talked to some people.
We were bar people and said bar things. None of them remembered, and the bar closed. It was two o'clock in the morning. I had to go outside. It was foggy and cold in San Francisco. I wondered about the fog and felt very human and exposed.
I decided to go visit another girl. We had not been friends for over a year. Once we were very close. I wondered what she was thinking about now.
I went to her house. She didn't have a door bell. That was a small victory. One must keep track of all the small victories. I do, anyway.
She answered the door. She was holding a robe in front of her. She didn't believe that she was seeing me. "What do you want?" she said, believing now that she was seeing me. I walked right into the house.
She turned and closed the door in such a way that I could see her profile. She had not bothered to wrap the robe completely around herself. She was just holding the robe in front of herself.
I could see an unbroken line of body running from her head to her feet. It looked kind of strange. Perhaps because it was so late at night.
"What do you want?" she said.
"I want a cup of coffee," I said. What a funny thing to say, to say again for a cup of coffee was not what I really wanted.
She looked at me and wheeled slightly on the profile. She was not pleased to see me. Let the AMA tell us that time heals. I looked at the unbroken line of her body.
"Why don't you have a cup of coffee with me?" I said. "I feel like talking to you. We haven't talked for a long time."
She looked at me and wheeled slightly on the profile. I stared at the unbroken line of her body. This was not good.
"It's too late," she said. "I have to get up in the morning. If you want a cup of coffee, there's instant in the kitchen. I have to go to bed."
The kitchen light was on. I looked down the hall into the kitchen. I didn't feel like going into the kitchen and having another cup of coffee by myself. I didn't feel like going to anybody else's house and asking them for a cup of coffee.
I realized that the day had been committed to a very strange pilgrimage, and I had not planned it that way. At least the jar of instant coffee was not on the table, beside an empty white cup and a spoon.
They say in the spring a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love. Perhaps if he has enough time left over, his fancy can even make room for a cup of coffee.
RB
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