Thursday, September 29, 2005

The Theory of Green

i wore my green qotsa wife-beater today. it's 85 degrees in SF. And when i got to the BART station i felt a little bright. I wasn't really in a green mood. it's a little too much color for me today, i thought. I am really in a black or gray mood, feelin very happy, but happier in the shadow for a bit. It's too early to be overt. And to stay in the shadow, one must blend. Had i followed the going fashion as evidenced by the rush hour goers at the BART station (all prepped for their days at school/ work or wherever they were off to...) I would have stuck with my black or gray. could have looked just like them. but i wore Green. almost by accident. wished i had on black for just a moment, just to blend. but...green....why do i care? It's not "in" maybe?

Well.. thank goodness for trite thoughts even if rooted in vanity, as such synaptic snaps may lead to a wiser understanding of the world around us. So here they are. those thoughts. In the world i am creating.

In everything we do as humans we exhibit our tendency for varying degrees of mass hysteria. Whether we attend a baseball game and participate in the wave (everyone else is doing it) or cheer for the home team even if its only a temporary home - as humans we are showing our tendency toward cohesive behavior. the only real terminology for this is "mass hysteria" - so from this point forward "mass hysteria" refers to cohesive patterns of behavior. Whether or not you consider it hysteria, well, that's the world you create. for yourself.

Fashion is simply one more form of mass hysteria disguised as acceptable - in our consumer's paradise we manufacture goods and naturally create our own cycles based not on need but innate tendencies to conform in varying ways. We don't indulge in simple wool or even leather, we add flair. but not consistent flair - the clothes we don in certain eras, the "style" of the "time" ebbs and flows like any other facet of universal nature. Puppets of the star, we are. Fashion is an energy like any other and goes through cycles and migrations.

for example, AliB will be full of laughter to learn that the blazer and tie for women (a residue of the 80s) is back in full swing according the old navy display window at market & 4th in SF. I swore to never engage in that look again, and i was smart enough to know it was unattractive at age 9. But it's all the rage again. Another obvious cycle. But what fuels it.

Neon was basically back "in" this summer. Bright colors. and even le sport sacs came back. in bright colors. perhaps the colors we pick in large numbers as a cohesive consumerist society reflect the general mood of the mass subconscious. As a nation we exist, at some level, as a single unit. We share an understanding we cannot yet define, but we are members of our nation. And recently the color black is "in." neon went out as fast as you can say "sub par approval ratings, finally" - general malaise affects our cohesive psyche on the subconscious level. and with the need to consume each season and settle for sub par manufacturing of our clothing, this season yields, thus far, a need to blend in. with each other.

Sucking our energies from the same light, existing in a society we allow ourselves to maintain, we cannot stop the osmosis of our subconscious.

May The Force Be With You.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

You Should Grow Like An Onion

NYT review of:
BORN TO KVETCH
Yiddish Language and Culture in All of Its Moods
By Michael Wex
303 pages. St. Martin's Press. $24.95.
St. Martin's Press

i bolded my favorite sentences, mainly because they tickled my neurons. great review of a book i will soon purchase.


The New York Times Books
Link to article

By WILLIAM GRIMES
Published: September 28, 2005

Most children watching "The Three Stooges" didn't realize it, but an understanding of Yiddish was required to get a lot of the jokes. In one episode, when Larry hears that Moe is heading to a hockshop, he says, "While you're there, hock me a tshaynik." What must have sounded like pure nonsense to most viewers was a Yiddish pun, one that Michael Wex, in his wise, witty and altogether wonderful "Born to Kvetch," lays on the table for analysis.


A "tshaynik" is a teakettle. "Hak," or "huk," comes from a verb meaning "to knock." What's the connection? Imagine a boiling teakettle. The more it boils, the emptier it gets, and the louder and more annoyingly the lid bangs. The very popular phrase "Hak mir nisht ken tshaynik" literally means "Don't knock me a teakettle." Figuratively, as Mr. Wex translates it, it means "you don't have to shut up completely, but I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop rattling on about the same damned thing all the time."

Mr. Wex, a Yiddish translator, university teacher, novelist and stand-up comic, has many such examples up his sleeve, but "Born to Kvetch" is much more than a greatest-hits collection of colorful Yiddish expressions. It is a thoughtful inquiry into the religious and cultural substrata of Yiddish, the underlying harmonic structure that allows the language to sing, usually in a mournful minor key.

Yiddish is the language par excellence of complaint. How could it be otherwise? It took root among Jews scattered across Western Europe during the Middle Ages and evolved over centuries of persecution and transience. It is, Mr. Wex writes, "the national language of nowhere," the medium of expression for a people without a home. "Judaism is defined by exile, and exile without complaint is tourism," as Mr. Wex neatly puts it.

To be Jewish, in other words, is to kvetch. If the Rolling Stones' "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" had been translated into Yiddish, Mr. Wex writes, "it would have been called'(I Love to Keep Telling You That I Can't Get No) Satisfaction (Because Telling You That I'm Not Satisfied Is All That Can Satisfy Me).' "

Mr. Wex finds a second source of Yiddish's prevailing tone in the Torah and its attached Talmudic commentary. The Jews who transmuted German into Yiddish were steeped in Jewish law, whose style and phraseology made their way into the developing language and put down deep roots. Yiddish thrives on argument, hairsplitting and arcane points of law and proper behavior. Half the time, Yiddish itself is the object of dispute, a language, Mr. Wex writes, "in which you can't open your mouth without finding out that, no matter what you're saying, you're saying it wrong."

When you get it right, it can be a beautiful thing. Or a lethal weapon. Yiddish excels at the fine art of the insult and the curse, or klole, which Mr. Wex, in a chapter titled "You Should Grow Like an Onion," calls "the kvetch-militant." Americans generally stick to short, efficient four-letter words when doling out abuse. Yiddish has lots of those, too, and it abounds in terse put-downs like "shtik fleysh mit oygn." Applied to a stupid person, it means "a piece of meat with eyes." More often, though, Yiddish speakers, like the Elizabethans, like to exploit the full resources of the language when the occasion requires.

Yiddish is rich in curses that, at their best, leave just enough to the imagination to keep the recipient tossing and turning at night, poring over possible implications. "It isn't a matter of yelling out bad words; the trick is to put good ones together in the most damaging possible way," Mr. Wex explains.

A simple, American-style "drop dead" might be rendered as "a dismal animal death on you" ("a viste pgire af dir"), which, Mr. Wex, notes, carries the suggestion that "you should spend the rest of your tiny life in a Colorado feedlot, then be herded off to some nonunion slaughterhouse to be turned, painfully, into fast-food burgers for one of the less prominent chains."

Yiddish is not a "have a nice day" language. "How are you?," a perfectly innocent question in English, is a provocation in Yiddish, which does not lend itself to happy talk. "How should I be?" is a fairly neutral answer to the question. Theoretically it is possible to say "gants gut" ("real good"), but this is a phrase that the author says he has never heard in his life. "As a response to a Yiddish question, it marks you as someone who knows some Yiddish words but doesn't really understand the language," he writes.

It probably helps to know a little Yiddish to extract maximum enjoyment from "Born to Kvetch," but even readers with minimal "bacon Yiddish" ("schlep," "schmear," "maven" and the like) can appreciate vocabulary words like "kishke-gelt" (literally "gut money," earned by self-deprivation so extreme that it's ripped from the intestines) and expressions like "lakhn mit yashtsherkes," which means "laugh with the lizards" and refers to a bitter kind of jollity, the kind of laughter that keeps you from crying.

Mr. Wex has perfect pitch. He always finds the precise word, the most vivid metaphor, for his juicy Yiddishisms, and he enjoys teasing out complexities. His tour through the vocabulary of traditional punishments meted out to schoolchildren, collectively known as the "matnas yad," or "gift of the hand," may be his finest riff, a subtly differentiated taxonomy of pain that starts with the "knip" ("pinch") and proceeds to the "shnel" ("flick"), the "patsh" ("slap") the "zets" ("hard slap") and the "flem" ("resounding smack").

At the far end lies the "khmal" or "khmalye," "the all-out murder-one wallop that makes its victims 'zen kroke mit lemberik.' " It's so hard, in other words, that the student sees Krakow as his head snaps forward and Lemberg (present-day Lviv in Ukraine) on the return trip.

That hurts. But it's funny, too. All you can do is laugh with the lizards.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Literally.

today is 2fer Thursday on Not Shocking.
written 9/21/05

I love to laugh out of control. Sometimes (um, often) when i laugh really hard i snort. I can't help it. And that's funny. So then i keep laughing.

Maybe the ultimate moment would be when nary a care entered my mind and i could laugh, dance, and maybe even have an orgasm at the same time. is that possible? I'd like to try.

And the reason I'd like to try is because really, this matrix around us is what we create - and while transitions make this process more arduous, it's pure cowardice which prevents us from using the transition to better ourselves. Learn from everything. No regrets. I am who i am because of what i did and what i experienced and I am proud of it. And when all that heavy shit is said and done - just fucking laugh.

I was at a Catholic wedding a few yrs ago (longest weddings ever) and in the midst of a prayer-song (what are those things called) about jesus and man, i got the giggles. I literally could not stop laughing. A far more spiritual experience for me than dwelling on the torture of a carpenter gone rabbi. and the bride heard my giggles. and still remembers it as a happy moment.

As I'm typing this from work, a woman on the other end of the phone just asked me "is the addendum an addition to the contract or a replacement" - just one more thing to laugh about.

So here's David Cross. One of the hottest Jewish men to walk the earth who also makes me laugh out loud. literally.

Lost. The Show. Again.

Seems like just last week that i blogged about the season finale of Lost. And last night I was due to go to a rock show at a venue not more than 300 feet from the front door of my apartment. However, the TV was on ABC and I allowed myself to catch the season premier of Lost in my audio/visual periphery. With the first scene I was so easily sucked back in. Not victimized. a willing participant. Because even though i bitched about the season finale, I'm just as lost as the writers and characters, and I needed to open the hatch. I needed to graduate to a new plot level. I have unfinished business with "Lost." and the writers swept me off my feet.

One girl i know complained a few months ago that "they knocked the hot guy off too fast" - but for the record, the hottest men on the show are the doctor, and of course, the beautiful Sa'id. So all male-objectifying reviews aside, it's still pure eye candy satisfactory to this 32 year old woman with the sexual mind of a 17 year old boy.

I'm still fascinated by the choice of character names, those numbers, the co-mingling of characters prior to flight 815 on Oceanic Airlines. The overt appearance of the same numbers in each character's life, and the obsession with the hatch. It's open now. What will come out now that it's exposed? isn't this the question we all ask ourselves every so often? What if i am exposed? What does it mean to be exposed?

There was a time when i had recurring dreams about showing up at events without my shirt on. A very very common image, we've all heard about those kinds of dreams. But as one who experienced them, and sometimes (but rarely) still does, i am compelled to tell you what it felt like. In the dream, I had no idea i was topless. Until i looked down. and found myself exposed. and mortified. In the dream, each time it happened, i was forced to problem solve. I had to take the test, or finish the task, completely exposed, topless and nervous. But in each dream, i finished.

Maybe my love of "lost" is the unknown nature of the entire show. It rarely makes sense, yet it seems to exhibit enough patterns to keep me intrigued. A curious intellect thrives on questions. the plot of "lost" is based on inquisitive instincts comingled with standard television programming. The characters are all beautiful to look at, and the women seem to have found an endless stream of lip gloss even while stranded on a deserted island. Still, as far as television programming goes, this this is going to make a great dvd addition to my collection....

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Sexy Results

Good things are afloat at the circle not shocking. Dancing is already planned later in the week, twice, and the Redskins beat Dallas 14-13 last night. So I come to you with Sexy Results and decent reports of intrigue.

Of note:

- I am a direct descendant of an actual dancing bear.

- I finally got to watch the L word. please watch it. male, female, it's just plain hot. Also nice to have an opportunity to catch a glimpse at lesbian relationships in real terms, not simple pornography. Try it out.

- things are really busy, today's blog is a bust. something wiser on the morrow.

- Get Sexy Results here

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Last Night a DJ Saved My Life

And his name is Francois K. At about 11:30pm a Friend and i headed to the meat packing district where we indulged in caffeine, avoided alcohol, and headed over to Cielo to check out Francois K and a special appearance from Philly's rising Hip Hop Poet, Ursula Rucker. Ursula started at around midnight and raised the psychic aptitude of Club Cielo for about 45 minutes against the dub of Francois K. I started moving my body at around 11:42 pm, swayed and physically experienced Ursula, and danced danced danced non-stop except to grab vitamin water and 2 bathroom breaks - til 4 in the morning - when the club was most unfortunately closed. And I'd forgotten about dancing until Francois K saved my life. A little dramatic? Yes but not really and here is why.

First off, I now know what's missing from my life. Dancing. Boulder was the last place i really danced my arse off to the tune of decent DJs and creative scratching. Last night (rather, this morning)I remembered why I loved it then, and thought more deeply about the void in my everyday life since I stopped setting my mind and body free in this way. There's a reason for the infamous "rave scene" in The Matrix Reloaded. Men and women in tribal garb, no shoes, all lovers of freedom, all without chains, living in zion, making and experiencing love freely, the sound of Fluke raising the consciousness of zion to true freedom, before a time of terror. When the freed people of zion are dancing, barefoot in the mud of reality, they are truly uplifted, and beyond the confines of the matrix. Last night a DJ saved my life and for over 4 hours i rose above the chains of my day, the burdens of stress (what's that?) and saved a wretch like me. It was a night of epiphany, a call to action by miss Ursula Rucker to challenge organized freedom and "Wake The Fuck Up." over and over she told us to do it. Wake The Fuck Up. Wake The Fuck Up. Wake The Fuck Up.

No alcohol, just vitamin water, til 4am.

Last night a dj woke me up. In the meat packing district.

So it's time to share the greatest cell phone/ internet tool ever. Well, thus far. Ok, maybe the greatest internet/ cell tool of 2005. And it too will open your world. It's not very well known. In fact, it's interesting to watch the way it is spreading. for example, possibly 2 people will read this far, maybe a few more but not much, and at least one will try this trick. that one person is likely to share the info. But the best i can do is speak for myself - and all i can say is i couldn't wait to share this with you, those 2 or maybe more people. Ok, get this -

Google Text

if you text this number:
46645
into your phone, and hit send (yes it works with sprint) you are txting an inquiry (for free) to google.

enter your search terms as the text for your txt msg. for example, last night to get the exact address of a destination, my Friend and i txt'd the above number with the search terms as our message. We typed in "Cielo, New York New York" - within 30 - 60 seconds i received a txt message - google txt'd me back the top 2 search results from it's directory. boom, we had the street address and number of the club. Fuck 411. The phone company is dying, the digital age hath dawned.

Monday, September 12, 2005

Killing the Nano...?

greetings from New York City where i was able to eat a nice meal last night after 10pm. Because of today's schedule there is less time to write and so....here is a link to an article about Killing the Nano. Or at least trying to. PC enthusiasts may enjoy the idea, but be careful, that new little black beast of nanotechnology is a monolith to some. Find out why as it dies a slow death in the hands of reverse engineers.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Three Days, Three Ways


I'm not too pleased with today's entry, it goes well with the world's crappiest kugel which i made on saturday (truly the worst i've ever ever made. so bad that the goyim loved it.) - but even barry bonds strikes out 7 of 10 times. And that's what's cool about baseball. Here's what's on my bloggin' brain at the moment:

Don't Tell Me My Sister's Ugly, Get Her A Date.

yesterday's post may have sounded a bit cold hearted snakey with regard to NOLA. Perhaps a little clarification and brief elaboration will transform the tone into a more accurate reflection of the philosophical intent behind my words.

Katie Couric? No.

WikiNews? Yes.

Oprah Winfrey? No...but...there are housewives out there who love oprah so much they cry when they see her, so if Oprah inspires more donations, then, on some level yes...

Mario Tama? Yes.

Sean Penn? No.

Robin Quivers? Yes.

Good Morning America? No.

The Daily Show? Yes.



We can choose what we let in. We can choose how we assimilate it and subsequent action. Often the easiest choice is one which requires less work or effort or sacrifice or love. with great power comes great responsibility. this responsibility extends to our choices. easy way out or work for it? ABC news or John Stewart? the effort is up to each individual. I feel better when i tend and foster what i know is wise and beautiful, even if it presents an unknown result and requires effort. Going with an expected result is an easy choice. When applied to media sources, what this means is clear: we already know what ms. couric will say and how she will say it.

this entry is nothing if not just a babble or a way to give you an intro into wiki news. and that's because this is a blog.

That said,
It's time to Testify.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Big Time - and Steve Jobs calls Madonna?



when the alarm went off this morning, Bjork's "big time sensuality" was just starting - at exactly the same time - on the radio station. i rose to the sweet sweet apropos sound of....

Big Time Sensuality


I can sense it
something important
is about to happen
it's coming up

it takes courage to enjoy it
the hardcore and the gentle
big time sensuality

we just met
and I know I'm a bit too intimate
but something huge is coming up
and we're both included

It takes courage
to enjoy it the hardcore and the gentle
big time sensuality

I don't know my future
after this weekend
and I don't want to

It takes courage
to enjoy it the hardcore and the gentle
big time sensuality


just when i think i'm out, the universe, the big frakkin picture, pulls me right back in. I create my day, but synchronicity creates me. Big Time Sensuality also happens to be a very cool video. Bjork is about the size of my pinky finger, but, a child piano playing prodigy, she channels the operatic sound of a thousand years, comingled with the nuance of modern art.

These are strange times. NOLA is having an effect on everyone, subconsciously or overtly - And i've been avoiding it all as much as possible, keeping on a news black out of sorts. Maybe i've had my fill of death for the summer, but i can't seem to engage in the media circus that has become the NOLA situation. Oprah parading around with cameras and celebs? puh-leez. While i'm completely emotionally stranded when i consider the realities for the city and people and pets of new orleans, it's not because i can't accept it, i merely formed a new perspective on North East West South and it's relationship to the decline of western civ as we know it. So much information to assimilate. So much to synthesize. So many people to talk to - i'll regress any day of the week to make a new friend, a new little sister-type, I'll make my mistakes, I'll learn from them, but i won't allow a censored press corps influence my already miniscule role in the overall universe. All the heartache we experience as selfish people, roaming around, breaking hearts, creating pressures, assigning blame, playing the victim - we are just adding to the sound that is earth. Somewhere there is a radio telescope or some similar contraption, and it is listening to our sound. we sound like static. We can choose to sing.

So fuck oprah and sean penn and these assholes who use NOLA as an excuse for a photo op. I will assimilate this properly without letting it have an unnecessary effect on my personal decisions so as to actively play a role in the betterment of planetary psyche. the media is bullshit, wants me to know i'm just another pretty face behind a boob tube, treats me like a number, an arbitron rating for performance. The media is a coward, employing censorship instead of engaging in human realism. it's beneath me, it's beneath you. but still there's a truth, which is.....It takes courage to enjoy it. And enjoy i shall. The bullshit is not just behind me, it's far far far beneath me. and you, too!

In the vein of Big Time Sensuality, have a lookie loo at the new iPod Motorola phone and the new iPod Nano - the mini has already been eliminated from the iPod website and the nano was just announced this morning. check out the live blog from apple's announcement, which includes a call from Steve Jobs to Madonna. That's Hot. click here

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Kabbalah and Free Will

Following a most laborious end to an otherwise pleasurable weekend, I woke to a brand new stern and my brain spinning. Thoughts of predestination, self determination, cowardess and free will scrolling like a looping marquee. I've tried to learn from each experience, tried to implement the rule of "aristocrats" to life, reveling in this "new beginning" i've forged...although it was galvanized by happenstance and luck - but all the while i'm making every effort to apply the 'law of the aristocrats' - forget about the bookends, it's the content between. but....what about when an individual is compelled to move in a certain direction, regardless of cliche "red flags" or alarms that the 'the law of aristocrats' is not a mutual system of belief. love, being undefinable, creeps in and has a way of messing up the plan. and what is love if not universal intervention? Old love, new love, it's all so different and pure and coincidental and beautiful. is there any FREE WILL in love? Love - It restarted the matrix in the "revolutions" cinematic debacle. It invades space only to create a whole new arena - and it can't be stopped. Why is it painful? Why do we suffer for peace and love? Is it necessary? Accepting the end of old love, and embracing new love is quite the challenge for many people, and some can't engage in the unruly emotion at all - it's always unknown. an anomaly? it's a risk without the option of calculation. It makes people want each other in animalistic ways and the result can predictably be pain, forcing each party to challenge themselves just enough to foster the discovered uniqueness of a cosmic connection so as to result in pleasures. Enforcing any rule, even if it's a rule of absenteeism, only tempts fate to barge in and regain it's reign over one's future. I turned to Kabbalah, trying to figure out more about free will and the inner teachings from the ba'al shem tov on the matter... and this is what i found:


Is there free will?

An ancient prayer says: “Lord! Give me strength to change the things I can change, give me courage to accept the things I cannot change, and grant me wisdom to know the difference”.
What exactly can we influence in our life? Do we possess enough freedom to change our destiny?
Why can’t we naturally obtain this wisdom?
Why, in spite of the fact that our nature is based on laziness and healthy egoism (desire to receive the maximum through minimal effort), unlike animals, do we perform thoughtless and ineffective actions?
Perhaps we act, where everything is pre-programmed, and our role must be a lot more passive?
Perhaps in most cases our life is pre-ordained, while we choose to believe that the course of events depends on us?
Perhaps we should transform our life and stop thinking that we are decision-makers, let it flow and remain passive, acting only when we can really change something?
Small children act unwisely, because their development occurs unconsciously, instinctively. An adult defines a goal, and the will to achieve that goal provides him with energy.
Evidently, we err in determining the limits of our abilities to achieve the goal. In other words, we wish to achieve the impossible or try to change what we can’t.
Nature doesn’t inform us in which of our actions we are really free. It allows us to make mistakes, both as individuals and as mankind. Its aim is to lead us to disillusionment in our own powers to change anything in this life and in ourselves. Nature wants to confuse and disorient us regarding how we should live on? Then we would stop and determine what we can really influ-ence.

FREE WILL

The essence of freedom

Generally speaking, freedom may be referred to as the law of nature, which runs through all aspects of life. We see how animals suffer in captivity. It testifies to nature’s protest against any form of enslavement. Mankind fought in wars for hundreds of years until it achieved some de-gree of personal freedom.
In any case, our idea of freedom is extremely vague, and if we delve deeper into it, almost nothing will be left of it. Before we demand personal freedom, we should presume each person aspires to it. First we need to make sure this or that person can exercise his free will.

Our life is between pleasure and suffering


If we analyze man’s actions, we’ll discover that none of them are free. Both his inner nature and outer circumstances compel him to act according to an algorithm of behavior rooted in him.
Nature placed us between pleasure and suffering, and we are not free to choose suffering or give up pleasure. With regard to animals man has the advantage of being able to see the distant goal, therefore he can agree to a certain amount of sufferings anticipating the future compensa-tion.

In fact, it’s nothing but a calculation, when, seeing the prospective benefit, we consent to suffer for the sake of possible pleasure. We agree to a surgical operation, even pay a lot of money for it; we are ready to work hard to acquire a good well-paying profession. Everything boils down to our reckoning, when we subtract suffering from the expected pleasure and receive a certain positive remainder.
This is the way we are designed. Those, who seem reckless, imprudent, self-sacrificing romantics are actually no more than calculating people, for whom the past manifests as the pre-sent so obviously that they are ready to accept anguish unusual for others, which we take as a heroic feat.
But in fact, even in this case our body makes a conscious or subconscious calculation. Psychologists know that each man’s priorities may be changed so that a coward will turn into a hero. The future may be so elevated in man’s eyes that he will agree to any kind of destitution for the sake of it.
From this it follows that there is no difference between man and animals; and if so, free and intelligent choice doesn’t exist.

Who determines our pleasures?


Not only have we hardly any free choice, but the character of pleasure is not our prerogative either. It doesn’t happen according to our free will, but is dictated by other people’s desires. We don’t choose fashion, a way of life, hobbies, leisure, food and so on – all this is imposed on us by the tastes and desires of our surroundings.
We prefer to behave simpler desires without burdening ourselves too much, but our entire life is constrained by manners accepted as the norm in society, which turn into the laws of human behavior and existence. If this is so, where is our free will then? It turns out that none of our ac-tions are rewarded or punished.
Why does everyone perceive himself as an individual? What is so special in each of us? Which of our properties can we independently change? If one does exist, we must by all means bring it to light, distinguish it from the rest of our properties and develop it.

Four factors


Each created being is determined by four factors:
1. The basis is a primary material of a particular being, from which it emerged. The un-changing properties of a basis are the order of its development, i.e. a decaying wheat grain calls forth a new sprout of the same kind. A grain rots – its outer form completely disappears, similar to our body, which disintegrates in the ground. However, the basis remains and gives birth to a new shoot, like our soul that compels a new body to be born so as to dress in it.
2. The unchanging properties of the basis. The basis (in our case a wheat grain) will never take the form of other cereals, say, barley, but only the previous form of wheat, which it lost. Depending on the environment (soil, water, fertilizing and the sun), certain quantitative and qualitative changes of the sprout are possible, but the form of wheat (i.e. the original essence) undergoes no changes at all.
3. The properties that change under the influence of the outer forces. Affected by external factors the outward form of the essence goes through qualitative changes – a grain remains a grain, but its outer shape gets transformed in accordance with the environmental conditions. Ad-ditional external factors joined with the essence and together they generated a new quality under the influence of the environment. This may be the sun, soil, fertilizers or water relative to a grain, or a society, a group, books and a teacher with regard to man.
4. Changes in the outer forces. Man needs the surroundings that develop and constantly af-fect his development. While evolving, man in turn influences his surroundings, compelling it to develop. Thus they develop simultaneously together.
These four factors determine the state of each created being. Even if man spends all his time in research, he will not be able to change or add anything to what the four factors include. Whatever we think or do exists within these four factors. Any addition will be purely quanti-tative, whereas qualitatively it will remain the same. These factors forcefully determine our character and way of thinking.

1. Man cannot change his essence.
2. He cannot change the laws according to which his essence gets transformed.
3. He cannot change the laws of transformation of his inner properties as a result of the outer influence.
4. The surroundings, which man totally depends on, can be changed!

Being able to influence his surroundings now, man determines his future state. The only fac-tors his surroundings can affect are the speed and the quality of man’s advancement. He may either live through pain, fear, anguish and endless bloody conflicts along the way or move forward quietly and comfortably, because man himself aspires to the goal. That is why the Kabbalists urge us to open educational centers so as to form groups – the ideal surroundings for all those, who wish to achieve the purpose of creation.

Free choice


Regardless of the fact that we can’t determine our basis, who and how to be born, we can influence these first three factors by choosing our surroundings, i.e. friends, books and teachers. However, having chosen the environment, we let it shape our future conditions.
Initially there is an opportunity to freely choose such teachers, books and friends that will inspire good thoughts. Unless man does that, he will naturally find himself in bad surroundings reading useless books (there are plenty of them and they are much more pleasant), and, as a re-sult, will definitely receive a poor education and fail to act correctly in life.
From this it follows that reward or punishment is sent to man not for his bad thoughts or actions, in which he has no free choice, but for not choosing a good environment, since here man undoubtedly has an opportunity to freely choose. Man should be judged and punished so that he would see: he is not judged for his misdeeds, but for choosing the wrong environment.
Hence, the person, who makes an effort and each time to choose a better environment, succeeds – not for his good thoughts, but for his persistence in improving his surroundings that lead to these good thoughts. Such a person is awarded with a better, more advanced state.
The Book of Zohar gives an example about a poor wise man, who was invited to move to a rich man’s house. He refused saying: “On no condition will I settle in a place with no sages around!” – “But you are the greatest sage of the generation!” – exclaimed the rich man. – “Who else will you learn from?” The wise man replied: “Even the greatest sage will turn into ignora-mus, if he surrounds himself with stupid people”.
Hence, we should follow the well-known advice: “Make yourself a Teacher, buy yourself a friend”. In other words, we must create our own environment, because only this factor may lead us to success. Having chosen our surroundings, we become totally dependent on it, like clay in a sculptor’s hands.
We are all captives of our egoistic nature. Freeing ourselves means to overstep the limits of our world and enter the upper reality. Since we are entirely in this world’s grip, we can get free only if, in spite of our natural egoistic environment, we artificially surround ourselves with people, who share our views and aspirations, and fall under the power of the envi-ronment ruled by the laws of the upper world. Freeing ourselves from the egoistic bonds and revealing the property of bestowal is our realization of free will.

Protection against the remaining three factors

Man automatically acts under the influence of the internal and external factors, just following their commands.
If he wishes to get out of nature’s control, man has to expose himself to the influence of the environment he chose. He should choose a Teacher, a group and books, so that they would dictate him what to do, since he is always a derivation of the four parameters.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Magic Bus

While the anniversary of the Isle of Wight Festival came and went, like most 'this day in history' billboard blurbs it did not go unnoticed. Everything you ever wanted to know about the 1970 festival is right here. And one of the greatest things i've ever ever heard can be found right here. Even though i woke up thinking more about genealogy and structuring a vacation to the old country, it's guitar like this that gets me hotter than a flight to kiev.