Glorious, Wonderful, Beautiful Day....almost :)

So I am going to type this up because I have about 45 sec. before my students get here...
Today was glorious, sun was shining, nice breeze...parfait. :) Sar- indeed we will soon be evicted from entropy-land... i feel it coming... :) luv you dear- i am stamping my forehead with your new gift (think Napoleon Dynamite II) :) kiss Nehama for me...

Being that this blog is more on the art of living, art of being, and plain old creative/artistic/random spirit, and not too much on the theological, philosophical, deleological, teleological, ideological issues feel free to check out tweedlydee.blogspot.com, and pnimi.blogspot.com for your divine needs... tho' i must shout out here that art is divine too... as in mi Creator ta Creator :) In my humble opinion you can't get closer to G-d than by tapping into that awesomeness and becoming a Creator yourself... (brava to all my elusive musicians, mad poets/word artists and crazy photographers!!!!)

Yumsters- you can certainly choose what city I will be in July 12th (only you cherie) though it's probable we'll be in Amsterdam (if Rosario and I aren't too distracted). And Peretz is the absolute bomb- I will be kidnapping you when you get here :) you are forewarned dear.

and to the long haired Hawaii cowboy :) - hon, you need some serious companionship (and Nehama and Sar won't do :) . And of course the island sun kissed waves- as do i- desperately. Must be tough to return to Jersey from Waikiki- I'll think of you on the beaches of Portugal. :) (tho' i hear you are returning next year- good for you!!)

I went into the city today... (i have a poem floating around somewhere about that) to lose myself in the crowds of anonymity and enjoy the beauty of the day. I love taking trains. More than anything else, they capture the quintessential spirit of NYC. As I sat there, bookless, I-pod less, I, as I tend to do, observe those around me. The beautiful, thin black man with the jazz hat, the well-dressed Wall St. (who looked extremely self-conscious- like he wanted to rip off his tie and strangle his boss with it) man pretending to be engrossed in a book on Clinton while really checking out the woman wearing black thongs with embroidered wedges (that resemble Chinese patterened canoes) :) Here's what books people were reading (it's how my selection is often inspired): the man next me was reading the Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison (been there. done that.), then the Art of Alfred Hitchock (that sounds promising), a Spanish dictionary, and finally something with a half naked woman on the cover (I am thinking a nisht.) the best was the Ghandi-spectacled, hairy man reading Miss Manners. Oh, i love laughing to myself.

and Ricko- here's to intimacy! an excerpt from my golden seminary days (literally i am holding my journal- i had to resurrect it from Purple Haze Land) I am waiting until the time zones work and then i whisk this off as j'ne se pas une poete- comprendes-tu?

shabat shalom friends... let the peace of Shabbat permeate your being... i go to Greenwich Motzei Shabbat to prepare for our Hebrew School graduation on Sunday.... but i'll try to keep up with all current blog stuff...