Friday, April 25, 2008

"Life explained" by Anon

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them. "Not very long," answered the Mexican. "But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American. The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family. The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?" "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full life." The American interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat." "And after that?" asked the Mexican. "With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise." "How long would that take?" asked the Mexican. "Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years," replied the American. "And after that?" "Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting," answered the American, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!" "Millions? Really? And after that?" asked the Mexican. "After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends."

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Good Times

Imagine a quiet starry night upstate with a cozy chalet hidden atop a beautiful pristine mountain. Picture the scene with a deep firepit, a dubie being passed around whilst a good friend and folk singer Paul Mchmahon from Woodstock is driving up my 500 foot driveway to get to where we all are sitting relaxing and staring, stoned as hell into these fascinating flames before us. Crackling and providing us with comforting heat. Paul breaks out his guitar and bong, we all lay back and listen. At first look you'd say who is this tru to the yr 69 hippie? But once you hear him sing and play his guitar you cant help but forget about every bad thing in this world. This man is a buddhist priest and in my opinion a sage. Picture the scene and listen to his song, listen to it in its entirety as theres an awesome message in it, it loads once you visit his myspace page. Its called "beat the bushes" These were the most amazing times of my life and they happened right before I decided to shoot off travelling. I cant wait to go back to where I belong.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

A Funny Convo Between Me And A Spa My Friend owns

So I decided to prank email my friends spa in the village. i sent the email to the general inquiry address. Here it goes:-
Me- Is it possible to get electrlolysis on my tests. You see, my balls are frenchly hairy and I havent yet found a spa that will do it. i would pay double. Lemme know!
Them- We absolutely can remove hair from your testicles. You see Frenchly hairy even though it may seem like a lot is really not as bad as Uzbeck hairy or Khzak hairy. We have professionals from those parts of the world who can take care of the problem immediately. Please come in and bring your balls with you for an estimate and consultation. If need be, please brush the hair on your balls so that they are more presentable to our technicians.

Best Regards,


Sunday, April 20, 2008

Happy 420

It makes you slack, it takes you back. It makes a frown turn upside down. Lights brighter, music clearer and the breeze smells sweet. Nothing calms u down like passing one around. GillyRoze, 4-20-2008

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Riddle Me This Riddle Me That... Riddle Wuts In The Middle And To That Ill Tip My Hat

Riffity Raff I'll make you laugh. Prepare your guns Cause you'll need your sponge. Get ready my nizzles for a tuff little riddle. Who would go hunting with their shotgun but with no slugs? Who would hang around where there is no ground? Who would disguise their very own eyes whilst begging a mystic to read them? I never met a psychic that didnt sit down. Her weapon is'nt metal but it's always all around. Who Who and Who. Twice It is'nt me you see and it is'nt you. There is a word in this passage that is always untrue. Always connected to the state of vermont but only wen they shrink it.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Loss Of A Season

Spring it seems is disapearing on us. Yesterdays weather called for a sweater, scarf and coat whilst todays just shorts and a t-shirt. Im not close to as concerned as Al Gore, but theres no question somethings amist.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Still Loyal, Blog Master.

Its been tough the lifestyle I've chosen for now. I have no worries tho, I know anything that lasts needs a good foundation and like my uncle from israel once told me, "It takes time for a seed once planted to grow fruitful". Once my apple tree has matured I do hope to make excellent use of my time. I cant wait to travel again. Africa or India are my next prospects but only in a good while. Its been pretty damn boring I must say. There is those interesting things that always happen tho. Ya know being from such fine acity. Yeah, like when I was on the Q train the other day and some 3 black girls were talking rather loud about how one of their muffs smells terribly. Sooner than later I will be back upstate. Tranquil lakes, breathtaking and rugged mountains and cliffs. Animals galore. It just seems sheepish to live with this noise and pollution when natures vast bounty is just around the corner. Theres nothing healthier really. Screw this meat grinding, soul stealing, social cesspool. Fuck all this city 6 pack style dwellings. I like space... Like I told my friend aloney, to grow up here and have to cope with this maniacal city can only be justified if we soaked from it many positive things that it definately has to give and by being able to super comfortably leave it by age 30. Otherwise it would just be a sour investment. One thing is for certain. We are entering an interesting chapter in what I guess is going to be a lifelong saga.