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?
Category Archives: life
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.
Hagar
And for some reason I find myself blogging about the word haggard on this day. And who or what is a haggard, as I think that it has something to do with the worn out older lady or something like that. Or to look worn out, maybe. And what’s up with that term hagar the horrible, who’s that? Does Wikipedia, that internet bible dictionary have an entry for that one. And the origin of this word being related to that lady Hagar in that book the bible whose story was something about an egyptian slave girl who was thrown by the wayside on the road by her husband after she was all used up or something like that. And her name also seems to have something to do with children and descendants of children. And so that is a mystical interesting word to me. And now what about Hagar the horrible, who or what is that all about again? Well according to Wikipedia again, that has something to do with some caveman in a comic strip. And then there’s hag, and I’ve heard that term used before amongst humanity also, as in old hag, the witch. And are these greek mythological words with lots of hidden mystical meanings. Are there some sort of philosophies to go along with these and the origins of these words. Folktales, folklore and fairytales, creatures, gods and goddesses. Have a great blogging day.
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.
Random Thoughts
Hey Bloggers, and here are more of those random thoughts that I find myself scribbling down on pieces of paper every so often in an attempt to maintain this blog with some sort of content whenever possible in my blogaholicness web 2.0 user generated contentness. And I am not exactly sure what to make of these thoughts:
Corporation. That word seems to sound like the word corruption, maybe. And for what reason? Are corporations corrupt? Is that the power and authority breeds corruption philosophy or something. And then for some reason or another, there were the words cursed at birth, the business of being born. The way one is born and arrives into this world. To be blessed or cursed at birth. Is it destiny, fate, numbers, the lottery. What are the odds to be cursed at birth. What’s that all about. And then again were thoughts; cards, the game of life. One can only play with the cards they are dealt with in the game of life. And what’s that all about I am not exactly sure either. And then there are those random thoughts scribbled of NYPD, as in I guess the New York Department of Police policies to be found in that city of New York, and Checkpoint Charlie on the highway asking for logbook and licenses stopping seemingly every single automobile in one of those road blocks waving automobiles over to the side of the road for what reason I am not exactly sure, except for the idea that one has a vehicle to be stopped maybe. And what comment is there to be said about Checkpoint Charlie, and that Checkpoint Charlie Museum to be found in that city of Berlin and country of Germany. “You are now leaving the western sector”, or something like that. And what, if anything does this have to do with a No Police State. Have a great random thoughts day.
The Day Of Rest
And on this day here on planet earth seems to find itself Sunday again that has rolled around. That day of the sun, day of God, day of rest, the sabbath. Or is that Saturday. And yet I find myself here on this web 2.0 social media user generated content blog reading Yahoo, CNN, Google and MSN headlines of the day that read “Gas blast at Conn. power plant kills at least 5”, “Evacuees return to LA-area homes swamped with mud”, “Super Bowl XLIV: Follow the Action Live”, and the list of headlines goes on and one at the rate of a zillioneter per second with the invent of high tech technology in the information age. And oh the world, times, society and days we live in here on planet earth. And sometimes it seems to be a cacophony of a world spinning out of control. And the thought of Kali Yuga, Age of Aquarius and 2012 seems to come to mind for some reason. And then I find myself blah blogging random thoughts written down on some piece of paper somewhere with topics and titles such as Lemmings commit suicide. What’s that all about. And I think I came across that topic and thought while watching one of those PBS documentaries a while ago. And then there’s the random thought Konige, German for the word King, I think. And that Konige word seems to sound like the word coinage, coins, As is konige is king, cash is king, coin is king. Have a great random thoughts day.
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.
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.
The Aloe Vera Plant
And as a person with one of those blogs in this web 2.0 social media user generated content era, I just had to post those photos of that seemingly anaconda of an aloe vera plant that seems so big and out of control that it seems like it just wants to go to the desert or become part of some National Geographic horticulture project. And what else can I say about that plant, as the photo above seems as if wants to speak for itself.
Moving?
Moving? That seems to be one of those things one may find themselves doing every so often as one of those human beings dwelling here on planet earth in need of some sort of shelter. And if you happen to be looking for a moving company for that move, you can compare movers at MoveBuilder. They are a website where you can find moving resources for all your moving needs. You can get moving estimates, find moving boxes and more at their website. You can also search for the state you are moving from and the state you are moving to at their website as well. With MoveBuilder, moving from place to place is just a website visit away.
No Police State Girl 