Friday, June 10, 2005

A Dream of Truth

Old Lady Truth
is no longer comely to those afraid of her or hiding from her
and trying to hide benind flimsy greasy paper...to let in the filtered light.

Old lady truth gets up in your face and stands over you until
your chair flips over backward from the table and she snatches
away the flimsy greasy paper you
tried to briefly hide behind

Lady truth was once sought after
and thought the beautiful, if hard ideal
Now she has become to the masses, the insistent old
crone nagging and screaming in our faces to those who are afraid of her...and they run away, and the truth becomes a robe of a lie growing more and more horrifying that their minds think is worse and worse then it really is...and this harpie shadow robe of rags clothes truth disguising her and keeps her (Truth) from coming in,

But to those who pursue her to rip off the rags of the harpy shreaking in their faces and are still afraid she reveals herself gently or bluntly but she does not kill, plain or horrifying but beautiful in the end.
Even through the once known fear. And we rejoice in the end in the full light of again of Truth.

copyright 2005 Andrea Hollander.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Farmer John: Potatoes and pushups

You would think being 26 years old I would have enough sense to eat enough food to keep my body chemistry stable when I know that can affect my emotional outlook. You would think as old as I am I would know enough not to stay up until 2 and 3 am and still expect to be chipper and content and not be asleep between calls, no doubt drooling into my keyboard and amusing the onlookers in other cubes. You would think I would have enough sense at my age to exercise regularly. Well welcome to the midlands. I am neither anymore very young twenties nor am I yet bolting up the hill toward middle age. It has become a novel experience to see at various times, friends near or over my own age (and now myself) treating ourselves like we are still college freshmen staying up all night and playing tag at 3 am (Christina)(phone or otherwise) on a work night (school night), eating junk or not eating enough in my case to get by, and proud of ourselves if we even think of exercise. HA. Again I say HA. Well so be it then. Self-discipline is good at any age, but the gradual and sudden realization of gravity and your shift within it emotional,spiritual, and physical!) and reality on your body at the later twenties and on is also a not so gentle reminder that speeds up the older you get that if you don't take care of yourself you will reap what you sow. Just call me Farmer John.
Well gotta go plant some potatoes and pushups. Til next time barnyard buddies!

Saturday, June 04, 2005

When Life Hands you Screws

who needs lemons and lemonade. When life hands you screws you better hope you have a screwdriver. When people open their mouths and say things that they probably oughn't (I'm not disincluded from this) to other people that shouldn't know certain things hearts can get screwed. Tis a lonely proposition not caring what others think. But twice I was told that tonight by two different people in two different states that I shouldn't care what people think so much. Times like these make me want to go be completely isolated from the rest of humanity....for the rest of my life, or do I care. if you pray for me pray against bitterness toward people, and fear of what others will think, and the courage to bloom where I am planted.
As the bible says, "I am pressed but not crushed persecuted but not abandoned struck down but not destroyed, I am blessed beyond the curse for his promise will endure. His joy is going to be my strength. And though the sorrow may last for the night, HIS JOY COMES WITH THE MORNING." Amen
And Amen.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

brain melt

Staying up until 2 am can be quite entertaining. Staying up until 2 am when you have detailed work to do the next day can be stupid. Stupid but entertaining.
I watched Dr. Dolittle tonight and ate Taco Bell. I did nothing. I accomplished nothing. Or did I . Vegging out isn't such a bad thing.
Have the opportunity to start playing clarinet with a friend who plays piano, at a coffee house in Zionsville soon. Will be looking forward to that. We are going to try some Klezmer music. My friend's reply was "What is Klezmer music" Oy Gevalt we have some work to do. Think Fiddler on the Roof meets Dixieland and Chicago Blues, all piled together in a cart drawn by Teyve the milkman and a mini me version of Leonard Bernstein to Israel while a Yenta gives Yidderskeit lessons in dance, music, and oy. That's Klezmer. It's pure earthly joy of life distilled into music. By the way, to any who read these posts, comments are always always welcome...liked... etc. hint hint.
Thinking of joining the Star Wars combine

I must have a laugh at this. I wonder how much free time I actually think I have for things like this. It looks fun, but possibly cumbersome. Ah well let's see how much patience Andrea actually has.
Heck it's 9:45 pm what do you expect? Hemingway? Fitzgerald? I can barely manage See Jane Run right now. Nu? Whaddya waitin for go practice your yiddish or your hora or listen to some Klezmer. Better yet , call yer mother .