Behold

Hmm

Ive recently affirmed that my firey optimism is met mostly with critisim by most friends and even family. I worry not for there were many dreamers like me. I doubt wed have electricity if Mr Edison listed to those that called him a buffoon

Discipline

I have got some freakin awesome pics to share. Today I worked on a 700 acre farm,the hours are from 5:30 to 8:30 in the morning and then i come back to the crib to work from 10-6 pm. I like this regimen and if the kind owner of the place allows me to stay I will love to gain the knowledge that I know he can provide. On the way up there my buddy Saber explained there is no sitting down and chatting with this guy because its only him and his nephew that raise, feed and milk 200 cows.Its quite an image seeing 200 cows lined together in a barn crapping, peeing and feeding in unison. Oh boy was he right, the only way you get to chatto this guy is while he is milking feeding grazing and doing wutever the F else he does. The cows give birth almost daily and so there are many calves running around mooing which i guess is the way infant cows cry. So Saber told me to stick my thumb in the mouth of one of these calves. Let me just say the expert suck job a calve can give makes me understand how Bin Laden can spend these longs years in caves screwing goats. I always liked animals but I recently found that I love them. This mihgt sound stupid to some but I think there is much to learn from animals. No worries just routine. No doubts about what might happen tomorrow. They live in peace and harmony. So I pay $1200 a month for this very nice secluded home in the town of Tannersville. Its 2 minutes from Hunter Mtn. I only signed a one month lease knowing I will find a nicer and bigger place with more acreage soon after I actually moved up here. So today on the way back from the farm I noticed a cool place for rent so as Saber and I drove past it I took the number and later came back to get a good look at it. As i was pulling up to the place I noticed A beautiful rustic but very large 5 bedroom house acrooss the street with a sign that said for sale house barn and 20 acres. I couldnt help myself but go and look at this property. It was exactly what I had pictured in my head when i first thought of moving up here 3 months ago. Fate and coincidence go hand in hand I think . Some guy pulls up with a big truck and eyeballs me apparantly because it was his house. It in fact was. Hes a cool country guy whos grandfather used to own the house, barn and property. I asked him if he would interested in renting it to me first and then I can consider buying it (which would do in a heart beat were they asking for a fair price. This place is awesome and 20 x bigger than my current place and I will only pay get this you cidiots $800 a month. Anyway to get to the jist of things so I can hit the sak and begin tomos regimen. I found a fucking dream property. One where I dont need to buid but can use the current barn for my aristocratic Bach and mozart listening goats. I am so glad to have found where I belong in this vast, confusing and misleading world.

I will update the pics I have taken recently upon my visit to brooklyn on thurs.

Why do wood peckers peck?

I dont know exactly what motivates me to write here. But then ive always been one that likes to tell stories and teach. My ex used to find it annoying. Blogging is "In Deuude". No, its just a always found it to be an intelligent thing to do. I remember buying at least 2 or 3 actual journals and writing in them for a few days and then like just about everything else i have/had i lose it. Google owns this blog and something tells me they will be around for many generations to come. I am waking at 5:30 in the morning to go with a friend named Saber (I call him saber tooth tiger) to his friends farm not too far from here. Saber is 62 and is extremely well learned. He agreed to let me use the acres he has up here to herd around and pasturize goat milk and we will make goat and other cheeses as well. From what I hear from friends in the produce bsiness there is a high demand for goat milk primarily but the cheese as well. I love animals and the outdoors appeals to me. Also I am going to add an artsy twist to it. All the livestock will be pampered and will never be given any pathogens making them organic. Ambient, classical yoga type music will be played for my goats all day. So they can live harmonuously and sway to Bach or Mozart. "Gillys Harmonorganic Goats Inc" lollll. Some rugged ass farmers might say I am a dreaming city boy that knows nothing of the work involved. Well to that I say this: For a couple of years I have worked with this luminescent bloodsucking monitor in my face like a fat lazy fuck. Wether one goes to the military, is raised by a preacher, or people that were born into conditions that left them no choice, they were disciplined. Discipline and responsibilty, for the many to whom it was never taught GO AND ATTAIN IT SOMEHOW. Thats the way I feel anyway. I do not mind doing it for just the work and the knowledge. My dads friend does exactly this high in the mountains in Jerusalem. Its abeautiful place and he has been doing it for 45 years. I am hoping to learn enough about spending a few weeks at the farm im going to tomo mng but if not I will spend a few weeks in a crash coarse goat farming lesson in jerusalem. Sometimes I think about what exactly I would tell someone if they acskded me what I am? I have questioned this for quite a while. I, for a while considered myself a no nonsense even cut throat entreupenuer. I remember when I was 15 I thought i was a punk ass dude that cant be fucked with. One thing that I have found about myself @ 15 and still now. And I am not gloating. I used to get jumped as a kid for this and aonce even sliced in the back by some kid that was peeved about me throwing his friend down the poolhall stairs. Ye, growing up in brooklyn brings with it many adventures. Including outrunning "minorities" daily at the park after playing wiht our new basket balls. Many a times I suited up only to find my bike had disapeared. One incident i wil never forget: Me, my brother and his friend hanging out in friend of the friends house. I was toying around with my new Haro Master stunt bike. I remember my father rode it all the way from the city where he works to our house in Brooklyn. It was a birthday gift. As i waited for them to come back some old greek guy pulled up next to me walked up and took my bike from right out of my hands. I was helples and 11 years old. 6 or 7 years ago I recognized this guy as the owner of a bicycle shop in the area. I have ever since promised myself I will throw a city corner trash can through the fuckers window one day. I care not even if i get caught. Justcice must be served and our penal system is governed by fruitcake lame asses that sit around and jerk off to pictures of little boys on the screen on their cherry wood oak desks. They smile with their ugly money-bred wives at events and lie straight to our faces about where our money is going and what is REALLLY going on. Let me ask you this: If these closet fag probably even sadistic senators, governors, priests, rabbis and whoever the fuck else conceal that their bonin lil boys supposedly working or worshiping after hours from their families friends and communities, do you think they wil have any problem ethically morally to lie straight to your face on television when theya re not even on leisure time as when their with family. Their act is practiced and proven when speaking publicly. Dont want to hassle my mind or yours any further with these damning truths. The jews, gypsies, gays and all german non aerians were fighting patriotically and dying for the sake of their land and country but their administration decided to slaughter them regardless. Well, I try to keep inconspicuous but its hard not to tell of these observations. I am an explorer and exploring no matter for what end result is going to remain who I am and who I will be. 75% of our government is corrupt so u know what? I will smoke my pot when I please I will drive as fast as I want as long as I feel its safe my guns will always remain loaded on my rack at all times in case anyone intrudes on my lifestyle.

All presidents future past and present are actors that dont play on screen. Obama seems sincere but who the fuck is gonna vote for a guys name that rhymes with osama? I will cut off my left pinky if the blues choose obama bin dreamin over clinton to run for the dems. Nixon was a great actor and it came out of no where when he was found to be a thief liar. Bush though is a terrible actor and only but really only by way of inherintance did he steal the presidency. Its abolufuckinglutely crazy how what ever official moves his lips in a ngatvive tone using the bush name they are suddenly fired or disciplined/punished in some way. Twas sweet to mix work with the singing birds in this 2 acre forest.

Hummmmmmmmmmmm

Try to picture yourself on a train moving at 200 miles per hour looking out of the window. You are trying to focus on what seems to be interesting scenes but is only a blur. You are hurriedly rolling by exquisitely beautiful things but havent the time to pay any mind to them. This is how I believe my life has been for the past 10-15 years. Great and bountiful delights I have regretfully let pass unnoticed. I admit I was one of the many rats that race through New York City. My distaste to this hurried lifestyle has been evident to my friends and family for a couple of years now. Dont get me wrong, this city possesses some fantastic attributes that I feel will bring me back often. I can definitely say it has etched itself into who I am and probably will be some part of me forever. However, I always considered it (even when I was very young) a city to come and visit. One where you come, you stay, you handle whatever business you must and you return to a serene place you call home. Very many different influences (too many to note) including being blown in the face one to many times by the exhaust of passing city buses has confused me. All this shit has made me dangerously deviate from my true path. Its funny how molded one can be by their surroundings. How suppressed ones talent can be by innocently being born into a family of buffoons. So this past weekend was spent at my place upstate with a girl I see (Jen) Shes one of the most gentle girls I have met. She and I met some guy while checking out the area that invited us to some Buddhist place. So early in the day today we visited a Zen Buddhist Monastery. It was located high in the mountains next to a cute town named Phoenicia. I love this cozy little town because it reminds me of the show South Park with a small strip of boutique stores surrounded by rolls of high and rugged mountains. This monastery stuff is damn weird I tell ya. Its definitely relaxing and all but I feel these people try a little too hard to be at one with themselves. I mean what the fuck? You had the obvious taking off of shoes and rampant bowing to one another. we spent 3 hours mostly sitting in a weird position with our legs, backs, necks and even our hands in a certain "Zen" formation. There was chanting and reading from a book. I kept thinking somebody should put these people onto something called marijuana. You can cut out all the incense and the ringing of bells and get to just about the same if not a deeper sense of "oneness". I do although feel oddly maybe even uncommonly relaxed today. Anyway I have never taken work more seriously than I have been recently and this is because of one simple reason. I need to finance my goal of owning and operating a farm with many acres somewhere between here and Buffalo which is some 350 miles north of NYC. Ahhh lots of open country land to explore. I'd love to have a few large dogs that harass the cows and goats in there cute playful way in the mornings. I think open wide country land is absolutely breathtaking and will contest with a sharp tongue anyone that says otherwise.. So getting back to my speeding train. It slooooowed down a bit. Things seem more euphoric.... Clear and brightly vivid.

4x4

I dont care anymore for luxury cars. Ruggedness is what now appeals to me and so I'd to sell this beamer I drive. This is my soon to be new ride.

Current Events

Hmm, where shall I begin. I spent this last weekend upstate. I was hanging with a friend named Saber. Hes a cool guy that owns a big piece of property with a hotel that used to be in operation in the 20s. Hes 62 but hes cooler than anyone I know. The horses you see below are his. I had a great time relaxing @ my crib this past weekend and find that it gives me some sort of balance in the very hectic life that I lead. Im trying to bring my business up there as I simply cant stand this smog filled work camp we call NYC. I have a bitter outlook on the people here and see them as money hungry sheep who either forgot about or dont know that life should be about being happy and enjoying every minute as you do not know if you will be gone today or tomorrow. The business im in is driving me absolutely crazy. I hate it! The problem is that it produces alot of money and that is the only way I can finance my outdoor endeavors. Its a true dilemna. I cant stand dealing with people because quite honestly I dont like people. We are all selfish creatures. I was selfish when I left my exgirlfriend who trully needed and loved me. My other ex is selfish for leaving me at a time when I trulley needed her. I fucking hate that bitch for doing that to me! I am not an idiot and I know not to generalize but I feel that this one girl that looked me in the eye before jumping in front of the q train on 34th street figured something out before I did. I have made many changes in the past couple of weeks. I noticed I havent been doing things correctly. Our bodies need fine tuning and this is why i wake @ 5:30am everyday and run for an hour. I cant fucking stand incompetence. Only people with down syndrome should be allowed to procastinate. So I decided to venture off and check out the areas surrounding where I live. I ended up @ some party in Woodstock NY. Its a really artsy type of town with a bunch of up and coming artists that welcomed me as one of their own. I took notice to how open to meeting new people they are. they are very intersting people although not really for me (they, like lots of artists do alot of drugs). I've always been very friendly and approachable and so some girl by the name of Jaimie came and started to talk to me while I was having a beer. She told me she is a singer and in my head I pictured her singing in the mornings as I would love for my girlfriend or wife to do if of coarse she had a nice singing voice as Jaimie definately did. Its strange because there were 4 girls there for every guy and thats not typical here in NYC. I was telling her that I found I get along most with pisces and low and behold she was one. I found that to be eerily coincidental. She gave me her number introduced me to many of her artist friends and we chatted for a little while before I decided to go. Spring is in the air and you can smell it. Soon all the girls will be showing skin and flaunting their stuff. Its times like these that I pat myself on the back for staying single and keeping my options open. I pity those that are stuck in relationships and through their peripheral look at the cuties prancing around. My opinion is your born alone and yes you die alone. So for all you suckers stuck in a 6 foot hole, you either climb out soon or find your miserable self eaten up by the worms.

U LIIIIIKE

Stay Tuned... Dont Change The Channel!

I will be introducing you to a new sport I am creating called Extreme Green. This will entail taking vivid pictures in extreme yet breathtakingly beautiful locations around the globe. I cant think of any better reason to risk my life right now than to bring great freakin pics to you via my recreational endeavors. I will put my neck on the line to capture for your enjoyment the most amazing things I see while hiking, backpacking, atving, mtn biking etc. I kid you not, The above will be populated by stunning images. In the meantime prepare your sponge for some extreme shots I will take this weekend.

My Lil Alley Cat

Hudson Valley 3-4

I took this shot while sitting on my couch.


Encountering animals is quite different when they acknowledge your presence.













Not sure how much truth there is to this but i think being up here in the outback allows me to hone in on and prioritize certain issues. I am now just hanging on my couch.. I think im growing up. Things that seemed longer now seem shorter. Now, when I look down the block, I see down 5. The day used to drag and now it seems even tho I decide to wake earlier the day is too short. If there was more time more can get done! 2 hour drives that once seemed endless now pass fast. Although its been ten or eleven years with my respective crowd I can sum it all up in one week. I think im gonna just settle down...Seems to be the thing to do. I can totally see a cute wife and kid fitting into this country life. I think most would say this fuck you mentality I have isnt good public relations. I believe this is true. This is why I am not in politics. Also I dont think being a famous artist is any good either and if I was one I picture myself being like Eminem or the way Curt Kobain was. Like "yea thx for liking my stuff now go fuck urself". Because my house is so far up on top of a mountain whenever it rains locally it snows up here. The snow flakes are falling now and they are so big. It goes with out saying that I now know I will not live in or near the city when I marry and raise kids as my parents have decided to do with me. It will definately be somewhere beautiful like where I am now. Id like to go further north though toward Bufallo. I imagine there is alot of land just ready to be bought and developed up there . And their not gassed like some are here in hunter cause they think their close to NYC. Developing is the biz I would like to ultimately be in. I have to admit I feel like im strange because I havent taken any prospect seriously recently in terms of relationships. Im doing exactly what I always rememmber telling myself to do anticipating the next time I would have been single. Still though I feel like an outcast.

Some Pics From The Met

Danielle 1996

I've been thinking alot about an ex girlfriend by the name of Danielle. She was my first real girlfriend I think. She would always write me letters and surprise me with gifts. She was beautiful and it was great hanging out with her. She came as a guest with another girl to my surprise b-day party. I was turning 15. Anyway, I broke up with her one day, not sure exactly why. I think mainly becuase of external influences like friends complaining she wasnt jewish (who ulitimately were prob just jealous). I'll never forget how hard she fought for me. She was in no way willing to give up. I think true love is rare but it was preasant and I was totally oblivious to it. I did not appreciate her whatsoever. I remmember one episode when on a public bus she broke down crying. She, like me, never gave a shit about what people thought. She effectively fell deep into drugs. I miss her.

Picasso paintings stolen in Paris

So I have this BBC ticker that spits news at me all day and this caught my interest this morning. Its just funny I think. I picture a grungy old picasso saying "ha their making a fuss over my paintings" Anyone that knows anything of him knows he was an unorthodox new age type of artist. In the very early nineties some aristocrtatic families would send their kids to art prep schools (like pablos did) becuase then art was becomming and many people were gaining respect for it. Btw- I think we resemble one another in the pic of him above. I only recently noticed he was born in 81 like me only 100 years prior. Here are some facts about the good man:


Picasso was born in Malaga, Spain, on the 25th day of October, 1881. his father Jose Ruiz was a painter and art teacher. Maria Picasso Ruiz was the artist’s mother. He was fourteen when the family moved to Barcelona. The painter and sculptor, was the most influential artist of the 20th century. He was a founder of the abstract movement and, with his friend Georges Braque, originated cubism. During Picasso’s early years in Paris, he painted with mostly blue and rose tones as he studied line, shape, and value.
This prolific artist for all of his 91 years, Picasso continually explored daring and Unpredictable new directions in art. He did brilliant work in sculpture and every form of graphic arts, as well as ceramics, mosaics, and stage design. His works appear in museums and private collections all over the world.
Unlike many great artists before him who died poor and unknown, Pablo Picasso became rich and famous long before his death in 1973. During his career he created over 20,000 works.
Even as a child in Spain, Picasso rejected the formal "rules" of art. He mastered realistic painting at a very early age. Then he began to experiment with other ways of seeing the world and expressing what he saw. The first painting he did in cubism is called "the ladies of Avignon".
Picasso continually invented and used new styles, and also he used all different types of materials. He even worked with junk. One of his well-known sculptures was made from two parts of an old bicycle. It is called bull’s head.
Picasso’s career lasted more than 70 years! No artist has affected modern art more. The thousands of masterpieces he created changed the way people thought about art. Picasso was perhaps the most talented, and successful artist who ever lived. Pablo Ruiz, Picasso was born in 1881 in a small town on the southern coast of Spain. His father was a painter who taught art. Picasso showed exceptional talent at an early age and by the time he was in his teens, painted better than his father r any of the local art teachers.
At 16, Picasso was sent to the Royal Academy of Madrid, where students drew from plaster casts and copied works of the old masters. Picasso’s father soon became angry with his son’s rebellious behavior, long hair, and strange clothes. He believed that Pablo was wasting his talent and scolded him: "why don’t you cut your hair and paint sensibly?" In 1900, Picasso left for Paris—then the center of the art world. He lived in a cold, rundown building painting constantly, sometimes surviving for days on only a piece of bread.
During these years, his art reflected his dismal surroundings. Homeless outcasts were the subjects of many of his fairly realistic early paintings. After seeing African masks and sculptures, his works became more simplified and angular leading up to the revolutionary new style known as Cubism. Picasso didn’t sell much of his work during these early years. But he worked continuously, always experimenting with different styles of painting. Though Picasso lived to be 92 and became the most famous artist in the world, he spoke of his youthful days in Paris as "the happiest time in my life."
Interesting facts about Picasso……
1. Pablo had his first exhibit at age 13, when he showed his paintings in the back room of an umbrella store.
2. He didn’t enter in many contests when he was both young and older too.
3. Pablo’s home was a garret; he worked by the light of a single candle that he stuck in a bottle.

Goals

So since money seems to be one of the more important things one needs to attain while alive, I have decided to look at life not like a box of chocolates but like a monopoly game board that I was dropped on violently. I will have to outwit and outsmart others also playing in-order to gain points. I have always met the goals that I have set for myself and now I am setting a new one. This goal isnt easily attainable. During the days leading to my recent b-day I have looked at my life in retrospect and am a little peeved that I have been wasting alot of time and energy on bs. I have not been making proper moves on the game board. The goal that I set for myself now is to take my office to 5th Ave. . This is not about proving to anyone that I can do it. I just think if one looks @ the world as a game where specific moves yield attainable results this person can define their own destiny instead of waiting for things to happen. Or waiting for g-d to make them happen. As anyone does when they play a game long enough, I think I have learned the rules in this one.

My 26th

This past weekend was supposed to be one of the best I ever had. I diligently researched available locations to rent for two nights in the Catskills. Since I was planning on bringing 6 or 7 people with me I couldnt do it at my place. My (EX) realtor suggested this one house that has 8 bedrooms and 10 acres. I didnt even bargain with him when he shot a price at me but simply said good ill take it. Now the date was approaching and I made sure to call people and confirm that they were coming. I made sure to call this one person who is notorious for cancelling. I called and he said 100% IM IN!!! Great I thought. Others were relying on this Fat Fuck to come as well for he was their ride back. This known pathological liar cancelled in the last hour that we were supposed to leave. This caused a domino effect that he knew would happen with others cancelling as well since they wouldnt have a way back. O.K. What to do? The truth is that he is a miserable person who always stays home and hardly ever sees the light of day. I thought him coming was a give in. Whats funny is how he acts like because hes married and he has a kid he has his shit together. He thinks we forgot the circumstances surrounding his getting married in the first place. He used to be addicted to xanax. He often would swallow 20 in one night. One day he woke up in his own shit because his bodily functions were giving out. So it turned out that my best freind Dan and I headed up together and 2 other friends followed in their car. We had a few stops before we got to the place and so it took us around FOUR hours to get there when it normally only takes 2. This place was verrry cool looking from the outside. It had one of these round driveways with a fountain in the middle. It seemed the long drive was worth it. So while my freinds are gathering their things outside I am already inside looking around. Now the realtor (A real shmuck) told me the place is secluded and has 10 acres and is a 8 bedroom. All this was true. What he left out was that this place looks like a mental institution that was closed down becuase of unsanitary conditions. There were holes in the walls that were poorly covered. There were padlocks on the outsides of every bedroom....PADLOCKS!!! This place was so scary I felt a strange gladness for my other friends not coming. The house had a huge party room which was the only pleasant thing. We turned around and left. Later in the weekend when cops were called on us one explained to me that they throw crazy toga parties in that house. I was very disapointed considering I was hoping for an extra special B-day since my last few were pretty uneventful. We eventually just went to the house I lease and it worked out fine from then. I cant stand my friends. I go up to the mountains to relax and not to listen to them bitching about what we should do and when. I think my feelings became evident to a couple of them and so they left. I am glad they did. It was dan and I that remained. We had a great steak @ some place nearby and I dropped him off @ the house so I can go shoot my new guns. He didnt want to come because I quote "IF I GET ARRESTED THEY WILL DEPORT ME" lollllllll I almost fell on my face from laughter when he said this because 1st shooting here is legal and 2nd I know him for 10 years now and this is the first time i ever heard him say this. Anyhoo, if you read a little further into this blog you will learn that I am just generally sick and tired of the norm. I imagine many people are like me and arent crazy about routine. Whats crazy is that im now totally fed up with NYC and most of my friends here. Either their degenerates who havent ever picked up a book or their money hungry losers who think becoming rich is what life is about. Fuck Everyone.

I Am A Wannabe Lawyer (Dispute with logistics provider)

Hi, I have been in contact with Stuart Hettleman, Bill, Dennis Dillon (whom has been the most helpful), Bernard and many other reps there. I had to wait over 2 months to recieve payment on a claim that long ago closed. Apparantly it is the plan of your company to not pay me for certain tvs damaged by your establishment. Yesterday on Presidents day the said items were brought to my satelite office. I have not ever scheduled with anyone for anything to be delivered to me. This is a small satelite office. When Bernard Quandt called me and solicited my business I explained this to him. This is the last correspondence you will recieve from me as an attempt to quell this dispute without legal intervention. Target and all of its affiliates including Discovery Cargo should be made aware that defamation of character is a direct effect of negative reviews and customer credit card disputes. It causes irrepairable damage to an INTERNET company like mine. The sum in-which we will seek retribution for the irreversible damages caused to our Corporation will far exceed the amount you owe us for damaging our tvs. The reason for this email is simple. It seems your claim department only gets pushed into gear and starts working when someone calls and complains. WHY IS THIS? Isnt an essential component of any healthy logistics company a good claims department. One that pays when they break merchandise and doesnt put their customers through sleepless nights worrying about whether it will take 3 months to get paid. I have bulit from scratch a great business that provides a fantastic service to the public. If it is not your intention to assist us with aspects of your business such as claims and payments then we will have to find a healthy logistics provider that can. We will continue providing this service to our customers across the nation. I would love to continue shipping with you. Another claim has supposedly been closed a week ago, where is the payment on that one??? Please let me know in the coming days if the other claims in question will be paid and closed. Thank You.