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 9 Sep 2005 @ 11:34 
flick on deliberate, maneuverable moments 
 turn on a light bulb of fluorescent eveready luminous magnitude 
 watch the detailed changing biology 
 the microscope turned on high 
 the mind increasing cry 
 one breathless horrendous shot of words 
 the brain cringed truth 
 the outrage 
 the continual magnitude 
 the stupidity 
 the helpless sliding down a rainfilled sewer 
 the turn of a planet gone sour 
 one breathless horrendous shot of words 
 the numb tinged shock 
 the crude rude yelp of helplessless 
 the words 
 the silliness of syllables 
 the silence that won't be forced 
 the noise of insane recognition 
 the breathless horrendous shot 
 the syringe impaling veins of hope 
 shot up 
 caved in 
 horrendous shots again and again   More >
  
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 3 Sep 2005 @ 10:29 
 crumbled ice over gin topped mind 
 memoirs sung in sax and bass 
 bitter lips loathe to leave 
 last call seems so far away 
 basin street smoke filled time 
 windows busted, barman's down 
 last call, last call 
 
 paint the door, won't open no more 
 no one hears blues when sound's shut down 
 pour the last bourbon, baby 
 last call, last call 
 
 judih
 september 3rd/2005
 
 
 listening to Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Thelonius Monk - who wasn't influenced by the New Orleans music revolution? The solo invented by Louis Armstrong - it's blues like it's never been before. And we listen with our heart in our hands.  More >
  
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 7 Aug 2005 @ 10:22 
My amazing brother, Larry Weinstein, and his firm Rhombus Media are responsible for another heart/mind bliss experience.
 
 In "Toothpaste" and "Burnt Toast", relationships are examined in short 5 minute vignettes. Words sung in opera, text poignantly true to what happens in our strange little lives - glorious in their magnitude of a moment and ludicrous in their miniscule point in the overall road of history.
 
 Alexina Louie wrote the music and Dan Redican scripted the words. Larry directed and I enjoyed the entire series.
 
 Toothpaste has been on the short film circuit for 4 years, and Burnt Toast in part or whole, will probably show up somewhere near you, very soon, on TV or in the cinema.
 
 If you get a chance, watch it. You'll laugh. You'll cry. Your heart will be taken by the music and the insight into your lifetime experience.
 
 excellent. 5 stars. yeah!
 
 Read a review here:[link]  More >
  
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 7 Aug 2005 @ 09:46 
My friends do things with their daughters. They build skyscrapers out of bristol board. They dress up like goblins. They camp for days on end with nothing but a smile and a knowledge of the wild.
 They take trips. They go to therapists. They eat junk food and buy shoes.
 
 So, when a blatant opportunity to do something with my daughter came along, i had no choice but to show her the writing on the wall.  More >
  
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 4 Aug 2005 @ 11:01 
Frequent army checkpoints checking for authorized residency, soldiers standing all day in mid-summer heat and then arriving by busloads to take advantage of kibbutz pools at night; Gaza settlers blatantly flaunting their 'orange' colour of protest, and life becomes a series of question marks as the Gaza disengagement gets closer and closer.
 
 Well, I've disengaged. Am now in North America visiting family and taking a far away look at what is happening over there in the Western Negev.
 
 Just before I left, Wednesday August 3rd, Fox TV crews had begun to occupy temporary quarters on the kibbutz. A few strangers were wandering our small kibbutz store to look for basics - junk food, coffee and humous. 
 
 Doing t'ai chi, Tuesday night on our tennis courts, it became a constant concentration exercise (more than usual)while detaching from the outer sounds of a serious soccer game right beside us and the laughter of soldiers at the pool with the radio turned up loud to the Army Channel (Galei Tzahal). Along with hip-hop and rock, the trusty news broadcasts shouted out every half hour breaking the momentum. And what's a poolparty without a barbecue? Suddenly meat invaded the space one step further.
 
 Meat on one side and ammonia stink carried on the gentle breeze from the neighbouring kibbutz's factory - (what won't the breeze bring next?) and there, in a nutshell, was the mosaic of a single evening.
 
 More evenings and days will mount up till the final disengagement date.
 
 I'll be over here for awhile, but like most people who live in Israel, I'll be glued to news updates from www.haaretz.com and from friends.
 
 Will keep you posted.  More >
  
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