Okay. So it’s not that often that I find myself blaghing about parties on this blog these days and yet this post happens to be about an annual Yelp Holiday Hangover 2016 party on that Hudson River to be found in that city of New York. “I’m in!”, read a lot of comments to be found on that Yelp Holiday Hangover 2016 website, when those email confirmations from those rsvp’s were received in those emails. “I’m not in!” read some of those comments also of people and friends who were not in and were wait listed, as from what I read, this event sold out within twenty minutes of opening at noon and there were over a thousand people on the wait list. And I thank that friend for telling me about this event.  And if I must blagher say, I was super excited to have received one of those Hornblower New York cruises and events party passes, as I have never found myself on one of those yacht party cruises before throughout my travels here on planet earth. And this cruise was a blast, food, food, and more food, entertainment, entertainment and more entertainment, catering, catering and more catering.  And that Statue of Liberty all lit up at night photo is missing in action for when that camera doesn’t seem to want to see in the dark from inside that boat and its route.

And that list of performers and vendors from that night, which was actually last night, reads something like as follows:

Mark your calendar – set an alarm – RSVPs open this Thursday at noon for our Annual Yelp’s Holiday Hangover party!

What/Why:
#YelpHH16

5. Please sign up for Hornblower’s email so you can stay up to date on important info regarding Yelp’s Holiday Hangover.

And every picture tells a story as in those photos and videos that find themselves posted above. Have a great party cruise day and more.

#babylon

I am no Queen
I sit a widow and shall see sorrow
I kannot walk any further
my journey may end here
there are no words to take away the pain
to replace a person who is gone
my eyes are dim and heavy with grief
I kannot close them
I do not wish to see the darkness they hold
this thing which I have greatly feared
has come upon me with trembling
kausing all my bones to shake
I am scared with dreams and terrified
with visions of what will my funeral be like
when I die today at this very moment
will there be a funeral
who will come and who will pay
will they eulogize me and what will they say
leave me to sit and decay
make me your centerpiece in a chair dressed up dead
preserve me with spices, mummify me
let the birds of the air pluck me
the beast of the field tear me
till I be consumed by maggots and
dust and fly away when I die
there hath been no greater love than
that which hath been
it is the sound of Rachael mourning for
the children that never were
no one to comfort her
no where to wail lament save the ocean
why died they not from the womb
why died they not the breast prevent them from suck
why died they not the knees prevent them
why died they not give up the ghost that
no light shine upon this day
cursed be the man that saith the child is born this day
it is the wake of a funeral procession about to begin
it was a sunny day that day across the street from the graveyard
and we all laid down in our coffins to die

Have a great life, death and poetry day.

And if I must blogger say, I have been to a few of those March to Shut Down Rikers Island protests the past few months in that city of New York. As Rikers Island is ranked as one of the ten worst prisons in America, and yet it’s still open for business. And I have even found myself visiting a friend who is an inmate at Rikers Island Correctional Facility the past few months as well, his blog,  Orange Lives Matter, is about his time incarcerated at Rikers Island that is inspired by the Black Lives Matter movement.  And so with this Rikers Island inmates invites I found myself at a Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur Rikers Island Sukkot party. And then a couple of months later, at a Rikers Island Chanukah party, both of these parties being at a gym with what seems like more guards in attendance than prisoners, the first party with the inmates relative, and the second party with the inmates friends, as each inmate was allowed to invite two guests, though it seemed to be a practice where inmates would invite six guests or more using other inmates names who did not have guests.  And what a party these parties were indeed for me to see, kind of like one of those over the top and out of control, well sort of out of control, Bar Mitzvah’s, with good food, challah bread, grape juice, potato latkes, gefilte fish, traditional donuts, visiting a sukkah hut, Rabbi greetings and speeches, the coolest Jewish bands and comedian and magician performers with menorah candles and doves one could ever see and lots of really cool dancing, and even one inmate doing gymnastic flips at the Hanukkah party and another inmate playing the drums at the Sukkot party, with Jewish members that I think were from Chabad Lubavitch HQ, and prisoners dancing together and one guard, or corrections officers as you can call them, declining an invitation to join the dancing for whatever reason, and then what seemed like this big gigantic plastic cartoony blow up air balloon dancing Jewish guy complete with one of those Jewish top hats and top coats who came out to dance with everyone, what a sight that was, never saw one of those dancing blow up air balloon characters before, probably the closest I’ll ever get to a Jewish high holiday service. And thank you Lubavitch Youth Organization, at least that’s the name on those really cool experience the High Holidays, Sept 13 – Oct 6, 2015, Tishrel 5776 and experience Chanukah Dec 6 – 14, 2015, 25 Kislev – 2 Tevet, 5776 brochures written in Hebrew and English, that were left on those prison dining tables after the party ended, thank you for this party. Though I was told that prisoners conveniently change their religion depending on what party it is at Rikers Island, either Islam for Ramadan parties or Jewish for Jewish holiday parties or both, for a three hour visit for those with guests.

And a friend described this Chanukah party on her Facebook page as:

“A Channukah party at Rikers island (a few of us were visiting a friend) turned out to be a beautiful experience ~ a man kissing his children as they arrived, the camaraderie between observant Jewish prisoners and those that had come for the occasion, Jewish synthesizer band and magician, which somehow looked cool together ..
My uninhibited friends, one in prison and one outside, leading the dances in the men’s circle; the women visitors dancing; the women prisoners holding each other separately for the dance, and staying at their own table – they were invited to join, but the female prisoners seemed to bond with one another, while the visitors were feeling joy to reunite with their families on this relatively happy occasion – the rabbi talked about the Hebrew word for redemption, and one hasn’t lived till one has heard Hebrew covers of “Down Under.”
In the meantime, I did listen to some inmates’ stories, one man who’d been arrested in several middle eastern countries – for political protests, for throwing rocks at police who were beating up Israelis, for stealing camels to sell rides to tourists, for renting cheap rooms while robbing the occupants, and, in the US, credit card fraud, a man who said that he wished he could be a soldier so that he could fight for a cause – he would still be of age to join the Israeli army if he converted, and he said “I’m there” – he was in jail for rigging MTA card machines and stealing people’s cash – and, a young man who talked about his childhood pet bunny rabbit, and about how stealing a cell phone with his friends when he was 16 had turned into being pulled over seven years later in Texas; the warrant was found and he was serving time nine years later – he said that nobody had visited him, because everybody he knew lived in Texas, but that he would be released in April – my friend who is in there, unfortunately, said that what he is getting from the experience was that he “should’ve been sneakier” (he isn’t really the sneaky type), and the man who’s been arrested in several countries, while he was a gentleman to me, said, “in prison you have to be a savage in order to survive.”

Though what a drama this Chanukah party was for me indeed.

And we all departed as we all came, some prisoners from Manhattan Detention Complex as well, in lines of prison jumpsuits and visitors, in lines of I guess you can call it, civilian clothing, separated by numbers.

#shutitdown #shutdownrikers

No one is free when others are oppressed. Is another world possible.  Peace on earth and goodwill to all mankind. Blessings.

 
And sometimes it seems as if the world is going to hell in a hand basket these days when one reads the headline news of the day. Where is the world headed?  And on this day finds itself as Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving Day, #boycottblackfriday or Buy Nothing Day in that country of North America. And Occupy Wall Street and Black Lives Matter are still moving fast.  And there’s something about #Paris, #PrayForParis, #passports #refugees and the worlds growing focus on Jerusalem that’s been in the news a lot lately and posted all over social media, or at least Facebook, the past few days.  So much that I thought to recycle these passport blog posts again in an attempt to maintain content for this blog and my other blagh whenever blaghers block possible. Pray For The World

And in between reading Resist Rikers and Campaign to Shut Down Rikers Protest Department of Correction and Mayor de Blasio’s proposed harmful changes to Rikers Facebook event invites where that Campaign to Shut Down Rikers video says something like “The PEOPLE rise in Board hearing to expose Commissioner Ponte and Norman SeaBrook and the Mayor’s plans for more repression on Rikers!” and “Campaign to Shut Down Rikers activists interrupt DOC Commissioner Ponte speaking on the proposed harmful reforms to the jail complex at today’s Board of Corrections hearing. ‪#‎shutdownrikers‬ ‪#‎blacklivesmatter‬” and an Observer article titled Rikers Island Leader Under Fire From Both Sides at Board of Correction Meeting and other headline news of the day, I realize that according to that Gregorian calendar on the wall that Veterans Day, another one of those patriotic flag waving holidays similar to Memorial Day has rolled around again this time of year, so much that I can just recycle the same No I am Not Going To Honor Veterans Day blagh post all over again in an attempt to maintain social media web 2.0 user generated content for this blog and my other blagh whenever blaghers block possible. No I am not going to honor war today. And what does this have to do with a No Police State.

Honor The Veterans?

I thought I heard someone say yesterday that today or tomorrow is Veterans Day, another one of those patriotic holidays where the flag wavers come out in force. Let me check the calendar to see. Oh yeah, the calendar says Veterans day is today. Is this day observed in America only, or is this day observed in the rest of the world also? And so I find myself reposting a posting I posted several months ago for Memorial day, another one of those patriot holidays where the American flag wavers come out in force. Veterans account for a majority of the homeless mentally ill population these days, and a majority of them are disabled now as a result. For what reason is this an honor to support? I consider myself antipsychiatricky and do not believe mental illness exists and that psychiatry kills and originates from Nazi Germany where psych cia trists were mass murderers in white coats as is the case today, and that the mental death system is also an extension of Orwellianism, where family members turn in family members, and neighbors turn in neighbors to the thought police for thought crimes. Psychiatry and psych trickery is an art and not a science. And so I would like to think of mental illness as problems in living. And I believe in the abolishment of forced psych cia trick treatment that is often cruel and inhumane. Therapy? The rap y? Y the rap? Therapist, The rapist. Mind Freedom is a great website to read for all things alternative to the mental death system. And so today is Memorial Day in America. I mean Veterans day in America. A celebration of the war day. Another one of those patriotic holidays. The flag wavers are out and yellow ribbons, badges of honor, medals, parades, marches, prayers, patriotic songs, tributes and ceremonies are being broadcast everywhere. The headlines read “Honor the dead soldiers, honor the fallen soldiers and comrades”. Today is the ultimate patriotic fanatic holiday, or the ultimate hate hour as George Orwell might say. My question of the day; for what reason is it an honor to volunteer to be fodder for the canon. For what reason is it an honor to die for nothing, to fight for reasons that do not exist, to fight against the flesh for powers that be that one cannot even see. For what reason is it an honor to be so poor that one will volunteer their life in exchange for money after one leaves the service, if one leaves the service. For what reason is it an honor for persons to be brainwashed with propaganda, theirs or mine. For what reason is it an honor to become a violent person and pick up a gun and kill another person for no reason at all, except for the fact that guns have been invented, the worst invention of an industry ever. For what reason is it an honor to be a veteran who now make up the majority of the homeless population. For what reason is it an honor to attend one of those military sponsored funerals and cry over the image of a flag that propagates violence, the same flag that caused ones death. For what reason is it an honor to fall and die for nothing. For what reason is it an honor to promote this ideology. What is heroic about all of this? And why does the word “Patriot” have the word “Riot” in it? And why does the word “Military” militant militia have the word “Mal” in it? “Parens Patriae, father of the people”, the guardian. That phrase seems to be the basis of an endless amount of death and suffering in the world; the protection of property or other material things. I saw Michael Moore’s Fahrenheit 9/11 documentary. It is nineteen eighty four and Orwellianism is everywhere at its best today. Is it written somewhere that this must all come to pass? Happy beach bar b queing Memorial day, I mean Veterans day. Peace on earth and goodwill to all mankind. And what does this have to do with a No Police State?

And so I blaghed this blagh post the other day on that Occupy Art blog titled Occupy Art Is Going To Newark Open Doors. And the words for that blagh post went something like:

And on this day finds itself as Occupy Wall Street day 1,000 and something and Occupy Wall Street is still moving fast. And Black Lives Matter, that all things police brutality and beyond movement is still moving fast also. And so Occupy Art has drummed up another one of those Occupy Art Shows to be found in that New York City area again whenever possible. And this time it’s Occupy Art is going to Newark Open Doors, the 14th Annual Open Doors Citywide Arts Festival October 15th – 18th, 2015, to be found in that city of Newark to be found in that state of New Jersey to be found in that country of North America. And that Occupy Art Show @ Newark Open Doors Facebook event invite that Occupy Art created, well that I created, reads something like:

Hi everyone,

http://www.newarkarts.org/
http://occupyart.blogspot.com/

And that 14th Annual Open Doors Citywide Arts Festival Facebook event invite reads like:

The Newark Arts Council Open Doors Citywide Arts Festival will take place from October 15-18, 2015.

Open Doors is a citywide arts tour and community event that celebrates Newark’s unique and diverse contributions to the arts and to American culture. Participating this year are over 40 venues, all replete with visual, performing, and literary art. With everything from installation, new media, poetry and all that falls in between to discover, there is no other place to be this October.

Festival Layout:
– Thursday, 10/15 Open Doors Rooftop Party Hosted by Newark Arts Council 6:00-9:00 pm + other events

– Friday 10/16 Gallery Crawl with 30+ Venues 6:00 – 9:00 PM + Open Doors Gallery Crawl After Party 9:00 – midnight Index Art Center

Questions? Contact Jessica Mathelier, Program Coordinator, Jessica@newarkarts.org or 973-643-1625.

And Newark Arts Council seems to be having a bazillion and more other events as part of this festival also.

And I am looking forward to #occupyart @ this years 14th Annual Newark Open Doors Citywide Arts Festival.

And oh….

There’s another Occupy Art NYC event going on as well next week in that city of New York that Cynthia is putting together, with a Facebook event titled What’s Your Freedom to Ya~!? Pop Up Art/Culture Jam, October 12th @ Studio 26 in that city of New York. And her event invite reads like:

Bring Your Best Arty Self to An Off the Cuff Celebration of Freedom in America for director Neil C Radimaker‘s new feature Liberty Documentary/, which will be shooting all the action LIVE!~ Artists, Spoken Word, Musical Acts, Jugglers, Dancers, Philosophers and Whoever and Whatever is Good in the Hood/// featuring acclaimed painter and Illustrator Anthony Freda and including works by Christina Varga, Lee Wells, Andrew Kaen.James Top, Albert Diaz aka Bomb1, Prince Brent aka The Glorious P.O.T., No Police State Girl aka Carla Jean, Fly Orr, Jiggers Turner, and Liberty Movement Radio Artists. The roster is just beginning and an open mic will be made available for all those who wish to EXPRESS

Looking forward.

Occupy Art. Black Lives Matter. Occupy Wall Street Worldwide.

ditto… a few days later….

And so now that that Occupy Art Show @ Newark Open Doors event has come to pass, it’s really like, well… Occupy Art tried to go to Newark Open Doors, or at least that Occupy Art Show thought it was going to Newark Open Doors to do that Occupy Art Show while it was occupying that space in progress for that Occupy Art Show until the unoccupation took place that had something to do with I don’t know exactly, and a string of hashtags that went something like…. #Newark, #spaces #unoccupythisartshow #curators #communication #artshowhell #newarkopendoors, #censorship #yourartistoofunkyforourconventionalartshow #thecuratorswanttothrowyourshowout #miscommunication #itstoopolitical #nobannerspostersonly #yourartworkisnotconsistentwithourshow #wereyoutoldyoucanbeinthisshow #artworkshouldhangfromceilingnotonwalls #idontknowifitssabatogeornot #youdonthaveyourownspacetodoyourownthing #donttakeitpersonally #wethecuratorsofthisspacewilltellyouwhatyoucanputinyourshow, #politics and #unoccupythisoccupyartshow, before it found itself being kicked off of lists, kicked out of rooms, moved around and not being able to do its own thing in its own space to the point to where that incomplete Occupy Art Show was no longer that Occupy Art Show @ Newark Open Doors that was hoped for, but barely Occupy Art suspended from the ceiling to where what was left was bare walls only and “You can put that stuff up but “none of that other sh*t””.

And beyond that Occupy Art Show, this Newark Open Doors Citywide Arts Festival was a great festival to see. And so what else is there that I can say about Occupy Art that has not already been said in Occupy Art time.

Have a great Occupy Art, Occupy Wall Street, Black Lives Matter, Occupy Wall Street Worldwide, Newark Open Doors day and more.

 
Welcome to Vermont. And that state of Vermont to be found in that continent of North America is a beautiful place. Green Mountain. A super cool place I guess. And that junkmobile of a car, complete with a motorcycle in it, to be found in those photos above, well that seems to have gotten everyone on that road trip throughout that state of Vermont and all points in between. Vermont, a place where land is measured in acres versus square feet and backyards are the side of a mountain where everyone seems to live off of in self sufficiency. A land that is farmed. The city versus the country. A place where time stands still, well sort of. And you can see the stars at night, even the milky way, without the lights of the city. And then there are no billboards in Vermont, a relief to the eyes and soul from big city advertising. And it is an oasis, some sort of a botanical garden of paradise, an orchard, an herbal pharmaceopia with just about every herb, fruit and vegetable enough grown on ones land to where one doesn’t even have to go to the supermarket for food, for apple trees everywhere, for grapes, greens, tomatoes, plums, poppies, wormwood, morning glories, garlic, onion, squash, echinacea, elderberry, comfrey, milkweed, lavender, valerian, willow trees, willow bark, anise and all herbs growing in the wild, etc. And that Vermont State Fair with those farm animals posted in those photos above and local vendors, the arts and crafts as part of it, that self substaining fair, well that was even more amazing to see. And those lakes, quarries, creeks, caves and waterfalls, well they were even more awesome to see. And as the world seems as if it is crashing down all around me, I am not sure what else there is to say about that state of Vermont and those photos that find themselves posted above in my web 2.0 social media user generated content internetaholicness attempt to maintain content for this blog and my other blog whenever blaghers block possible. Except that what’s up with those guns that Walmart sells in its stores there? Occupy the NRA. Have a great road trip vacation day and more.

Okay, so it’s not often that I find myself blogging about death on this blog, as death is one of those things that no one is exempt from. Though for some reason or another I find myself blogging about that topic of death on this day.  And so this post happens to be about Louie Louie.  RIP to s musician who has passed away.