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Life and Death Again

And so this is another one of those recycle this blog posts that was posted on this blog sometime a while ago in an attempt to maintain content for this blog and my other blagh whenever blaghers block possible.

THE SUN AND WATER FALL IN LOVE TO THE TUNE OF BLUE DANUBE AND HAVE A
BABY—-WEATHER!
AFTER WATER EVAPORATES THE SUN IS LEFT TO RAISE WEATHER BY HERSELF.
SHE TRIES TO TEACH HER SON HOW TO–
1. WAKE THE WORMS IN THE SPRING WITH A GENTLE BREEZE
2. WATER THE PLANTS IN THE SUMMER WITH GENTLE RAIN
3. DIRECT THE BIRDS MIGRATION IN THE FALL WITH A GENTLE WIND
4. COOL THE BEAR IN THE WINTER FOR HIS HIBERNATION
ALL WITH DISASTROUS RESULTS……
NOBODY LIKES THE WEATHER…..
DESPITE HIS MOTHERS GOOD ADVICE WEATHER FALLS INTO BAD COMPANY WITH SOME FOUL WEATHER FRIENDS² AND CREATES FLOODS,DROUGHTS,HURRICANE,AND MELTS THE ICE CAPS.
AS A RESULT WEATHER GETS A BAD FLU….
AND THEN IS CURED BY THE LOVE OF AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION…..
HIS FOUL WEATHER FRIENDS GET ANGRY AND CALL IN A DRAGON TO TERRORIZE EVERYONE…
WEATHER BATTLES THE DRAGON WITH HURRICANES AND TORNADOS AND THEN DISCOVERS THAT THE ONLY WAY TO DEFEAT THE DRAGON IS TO TICKLE IT TO DEATH.
AFTER THE DRAGON IS DEFEATED EVERYONE (THE WORMS,THE PLANTS.THE BIRDS.THE BEARS AND THE BAND) DANCE AROUND THE SUN GODDESS!

The End

Those words above are from an email that a friend read to me over the telephone today that I thought sounded interesting enough to repost in my blogaholicness. As it sounds like it could be a children’s story. And it is. It is a synopsis of the play this year that is called ³All About The Weather², and it will be performed this year as part of the Rights Of Spring Puppet Pageant May 4th and May 10th at The Hastings On The Hudson and then at the Boathouse in Prospect Park. And that story above leaves me to wondering about life and death. Birth and rebirth, the cycle of life and change. And I found myself blah blogging a couple of days ago about the only thing constant is change. And Survival Equipment commented on that post, “Well there are two other constants I can think of….death and taxes!”. Now that’s interesting. And for some reason I do not like death sometimes, and yet it is a part of life. The passing of life and the cycle of birth and death. Everything happens for a reason and some stories do not end as you expect. Who knows the hour of their death and when their soul will be required of them. And can one count this day a blessing or a curse. And there must be a lot more sayings and philosophies to say about life, death, tragedies, sorrows, suffering. pain and joy, and those sayings are passing me now. And then I start to think about that verse in the Bible about “Babylon is fallen”, if one believes. And specifically those verses that say: “For in one hour so great riches is come to nought. And the voice of harpers, and musicians, and of pipers, and trumpeters, shall be heard no more at all in thee; and no craftsman, of whatsoever craft he be, shall be found any more in thee; and the sound of a millstone shall be heard no more at all in thee; And the light of a candle shall shine no more at all in thee; and the voice of the bridegroom and of the bride shall be heard no more at all in thee: for thy merchants were the great men of the earth; for by thy sorceries were all nations deceived. And in her was found the blood of prophets, and of saints, and of all that were slain upon the earth.”
And the above is a photo that reminds me of life and death, yin and yang. Have a great life, death and taxes day.

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Insure This Life

Another person has passed away. Another person has died. And so this posting not just happens to be about the Buy Life Insurance thing when one passes away, though also about that autopsy post mortem examination thing that goes along with that life insurance policy that goes along with death that goes along with life. And what’s that one may not receive that life insurance after someone passes unless one gets that autopsy and death certificate thing all about anyway? Is that some sort of money racket or something? And for what reason do the seemingly majority of humanity undergo these autopsy after death things anyway? It can be a drag that one has passed away already, and then to cut one open to examine one for a cause of death after death on top of everything else, just to get that life insurance and money to bury that person or what not, what’s that all about? And is there a way to get around this give us your body to cut up to get the life insurance thing? Cremation, stay away from the morgue or anything else? Is this whole autopsy after death thing legal, and the law. And what is the law. And what, if anything does this have to do with a No Police State?
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The Burial

Hey bloggers, or whoever could be reading this blog. And this is yet another one of those posts where I find myself blag blogging whatever random thought that comes to mind simply for the purpose of attempting to maintain content for this blog whenever possible. And so on this days thought, one of those thoughts that came to mind while talking with one of those friends, the subject that somehow came up was burying people in the backyard. Is that legal? What’s up with that. Has that been tried before and is there some sort of law about that in existence. And wouldn’t it save a lot on those funeral costs if one could just bury themselves in their backyard if one had one of those backyards, though I am not sure what the neighbors would think about that one. And I have heard of cats and dogs being buried in the backyard, though what about humans. And would that affect the property value of that house if it were to be bought and sold again. Who knows. Does Wikipedia, that internet bible have an entry for this one. And to put it bluntly, it seems as if we are all born to die as one of those human beings here on planet earth. And who is exempt from death. What’s that all about as one of those random thoughts of the blogging day. Have a great blogging and beyond day.
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An Event


And according to this weeks weekly mailing of Jeff Stark’s Nonsense NYC list there is an event today as follows.

***** Also on WEDNESDAY *****

Art for Haiti NYC

In light of the current situation in Haiti, Art for Haiti cordially invites you to attend a show and art auction to benefit Doctors Without Borders (Medecins Sans Frontieres/MSF) Haiti relief. Through the efforts of MSF, we can directly and positively affect human lives on the ground. 100 percent of the funds will go directly to Doctors Without Borders.

Art work available by: Melanie Baker, Jesse Bercowetz, Louise Bourgeois, Kate Gilmore, Taylor McKimens, Tom Otterness, Judith Page, Dread Scott, Andy Warhol, and many, many more.

601 West 26th Street, at 11th Avenue, 8th floor, Manhattan
7p doors, 8:30p auction; $free, accepting cash, check, or credit (all checks should be made out and credit cards will be charged to Doctors Without Borders)

infoartforhaitinyc.com
artforhaitinyc.com

And I found myself posting a blog entry about Haiti and mother earth a week ago or so as follows:

And according to that Gregorian calendar, it is Sunday on this day, day of God, the Sabbath, the day of rest, or is that Saturday. And yet I find myself blogging on this blog. And I have found myself reading, watching and listening to the news this past week of the latest natural disaster of an earthquake that has taken many lives along with it here on planet earth that has afflicted the city of Port-Au-Prince, Haiti. And it seems to be a tragic event with images of devastation that represent the fragility of life as human beings that seem as if they are taken from the apocalypse. And in those thoughts I thought to post some verses on the internet from that book the Bible in various translations in relation to life and death:

By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return.

A time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,

Man’s fate is like that of the animals; the same fate awaits them both: As one dies, so dies the other. All have the same breath; man has no advantage over the animal. Everything is meaningless.

All go to the same place; all come from dust, and to dust all return.

Who knows if the spirit of man rises upward and if the spirit of the animal goes down into the earth?”

And I declared that the dead, who had already died, are happier than the living, who are still alive.

Naked a man comes from his mother’s womb, and as he comes, so he departs. He takes nothing from his labor that he can carry in his hand. Even if he lives a thousand years twice over but fails to enjoy his prosperity. Do not all go to the same place?

No man has power over the wind to contain it; so no one has power over the day of his death.

Anyone who is among the living has hope–even a live dog is better off than a dead lion!

For the living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing; they have no further reward, and even the memory of them is forgotten

I know you will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living

for he will take nothing with him when he dies, his splendor will not descend with him

As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field;

The wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.

Man is like a breath; his days are like a fleeting shadow.

When their spirit departs, they return to the ground; on that very day their plans come to nothing.

Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do: and, behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.

And I turned myself to behold wisdom, and madness, and folly: for what can the man do that cometh after the king? even that which hath been already done.

Therefore I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun is grievous unto me: for all is vanity and vexation of spirit.

Yea, I hated all my labour which I had taken under the sun: because I should leave it unto the man that shall be after me.

And who knoweth whether he shall be a wise man or a fool? yet shall he have rule over all my labour wherein I have laboured, and wherein I have shewed myself wise under the sun. This is also vanity.

For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.

Behold that which I have seen: it is good and comely for one to eat and to drink, and to enjoy the good of all his labor that he taketh under the sun all the days of his life, which God giveth him: for it is his portion.

As he came forth of his mother’s womb, naked shall he return to go as he came, and shall take nothing of his labor, which he may carry away in his hand.

Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, for in the grave, where you are going, there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom.

And A Psalm

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

The business of birth, the business of death. Mortal man. We are all born to die.

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Haiti

Yesterday was history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift, that’s why it’s called the present. And so those preceding words were to be found as a quote in someones email that I received and elsewhere in life as one of those parables. And I still find myself reading, watching and listening to the news this past week of the latest natural disaster of an earthquake that has taken many lives along with it here on planet earth that has afflicted the city of Port-Au-Prince, Haiti. And it seems to be a tragic event with images of devastation that represent the fragility of life as human beings that seem as if they are taken from the apocalypse. And in commentary of those photos of Haiti in the newspapers this past week, of armed military guards guarding piles of rubble, I am unable to comprehend, for what reason does one guard a pile of rubble. And in response to the tragedy in Haiti Jeff Stark’s nonsensenyc list has events for Haiti this week as follows:

Help
* Mutual Aid Disaster Relief

XXXXX SUNDAY, JANUARY 24 XXXXX

Horns for Haiti

On Sunday, NYC’s best, most badass brass bands will blast out tunes to uplift and support our Haitian brothers and sisters. Come join the Hungry March Band, Raya Brass Band, and more for a night of dancing in support of Haiti.

Special guest performances by Mikerline Afro Haitian Dance and Drum Troupe, Peniel Guerrier, and more. And a special moment with the Rev. Billy and the Life After Shopping Gospel Choir.

The Living Theatre
21 Clinton Street, Manhattan
7p-midnight; $20 or more please, every dollar (from the door, the bar, dvd sales, etc.) will be donated to the Haitian relief efforts: 50 percent goes directly to the evening’s Haitian performers who have family in Haiti and 50 percent to Doctors Without Borders
libbysentz@me.com

***** Also on SUNDAY *****

The Brick Theater presents:

Garage Sale for Haiti

All proceeds will go to MSF/Doctors Without Borders’ Haitian relief efforts. We have an amazing selection of items to buy and bid on including books, movies and music, clothing, vintage furniture and housewares, life coaching sessions, interior design consultation, and original signed art prints.

575 Metropolitan Avenue, just off Lorimer, Williamsburg, Brooklyn
9a to 1p; $free

***** Also on SUNDAY *****

Haiti Matters to Brooklyn

An emergency fundraiser for the victims of the devastating earthquake in Haiti. The event is a unified effort on the part of Brooklyn’s musicians, artists, organizations, creative minds, and caring individuals.

We’ve had only 36 hours to put this thing together so far, and it would mean so much for you to show your support by blogging, posting, listing, or otherwise spreading the word. We’re having a raffle of prizes donated by corporate sponsors and local businesses as well as works donated by local artists, live music all day/night, screenings, dancing, and an open bar courtesy of Brooklyn Brewery. All proceeds go to the American Red Cross’ Haitian relief fund.

Performances by Jaleel Bunton of TV on the Radio, Yellowbirds, Aman Ellis, VulpesVulpes, Green Street Records, Photon Dynamo and the Shiny Pieces, Ellis Ashbrook, and My Cousin the Emperor.

Short film premieres Jason and Helena Madera The Little Birth That Could, Andrew Raab and Co, and a two-tier raffle.

CastleBraid
114 Troutman Street, Brooklyn
J,M,Z trains to Myrtle-Broadway or L train to Morgan Avenue
9p; $10 minimum suggested donation, all proceeds benefit Red Cross
627 852 8986
castlebraid.com/haiti

Peace on earth and goodwill to all mankind.

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Haiti


And according to that Gregorian calendar, it is Sunday on this day, day of God, the Sabbath, the day of rest, or is that Saturday. And yet I find myself blogging on this blog. And I have found myself reading, watching and listening to the news this past week of the latest natural disaster of an earthquake that has taken many lives along with it here on planet earth that has afflicted the city of Port-Au-Prince, Haiti. And it seems to be a tragic event with images of devastation that represent the fragility of life as human beings that seem as if they are taken from the apocalypse. And in those thoughts I thought to post some verses on the internet from that book the Bible in various translations in relation to life and death:

By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return.

A time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,

Man’s fate is like that of the animals; the same fate awaits them both: As one dies, so dies the other. All have the same breath; man has no advantage over the animal. Everything is meaningless.

All go to the same place; all come from dust, and to dust all return.

Who knows if the spirit of man rises upward and if the spirit of the animal goes down into the earth?”

And I declared that the dead, who had already died, are happier than the living, who are still alive.

Naked a man comes from his mother’s womb, and as he comes, so he departs. He takes nothing from his labor that he can carry in his hand. Even if he lives a thousand years twice over but fails to enjoy his prosperity. Do not all go to the same place?

No man has power over the wind to contain it; so no one has power over the day of his death.

Anyone who is among the living has hope–even a live dog is better off than a dead lion!

For the living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing; they have no further reward, and even the memory of them is forgotten

I know you will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living

for he will take nothing with him when he dies, his splendor will not descend with him

As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field;

The wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.

Man is like a breath; his days are like a fleeting shadow.

When their spirit departs, they return to the ground; on that very day their plans come to nothing.

Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do: and, behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.

And I turned myself to behold wisdom, and madness, and folly: for what can the man do that cometh after the king? even that which hath been already done.

Therefore I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun is grievous unto me: for all is vanity and vexation of spirit.

Yea, I hated all my labour which I had taken under the sun: because I should leave it unto the man that shall be after me.

And who knoweth whether he shall be a wise man or a fool? yet shall he have rule over all my labour wherein I have laboured, and wherein I have shewed myself wise under the sun. This is also vanity.

For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.

Behold that which I have seen: it is good and comely for one to eat and to drink, and to enjoy the good of all his labor that he taketh under the sun all the days of his life, which God giveth him: for it is his portion.

As he came forth of his mother’s womb, naked shall he return to go as he came, and shall take nothing of his labor, which he may carry away in his hand.

Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, for in the grave, where you are going, there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom.

And A Psalm

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

The business of birth, the business of death. Mortal man. We are all born to die.

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Cremation

And so I found myself at Luther’s memorial the other day. Yet another person who has passed away to death from living here on planet earth. And as I looked up to behold the eulogy, there he was, a bowl of dust, cremated, burned to ashes. Is this what life amounts to in the end sometimes, a bowl of dust to be scattered somewhere? Cremation, what’s the meaning of that word. Does Wikipedia, that internet bible dictionary have an entry for that word, as I gather it has something to do with death. Is there some sort of verse in the bible about this ashes to ashes, dust to dust thing about life and death? What’s the purpose of life to wind up cremated in an urn in a bowl of dust, next to a vase of flowers and a photo. Is cremation some sort of second death? What’s the purpose of being born if one is going to wind up as a bowl of dust, and what’s the meaning of life with meaning, to hear the angels of death. And I have heard it said that the only thing constant in life is change.

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