reishis cOwni

September 13, 2006

We’re here to talk.

Because there’s interesting, oh that’s cool, I guess I’ll listen; and then there’s interesting, my life depends on this conversation. Where we go right now will change how I relate to the world, what I know and who I am.

Some conversations feel as if they really matter, no? That’s how we can get angry over ideas, excited or warmed by suggestions, comforted by some observations, terrified by some possibilities, offended by some implications. Some ideas matter, because they really will change us.

And the saddest thing in the world is when a conversation is aborted because it’s going too far beyond my comfort zone. The Gemara in Sanhedrin says that whoever holds back words of Torah, even babies in their wombs curse him. And by babies, they say, the mean Nations, infant cultures and unborn countries, curse the ones who hold back truth from being spoken into being.

Part of communication is sensitivity, the willingness to hear the response and engage That– and the freedom to let things go, not respond, but always the responsibility is to understand. To take in.

Named after the portents of finite wealth, of adjusting through wisdom to the lack coming now while we have everything, I’d like this to be a chance to share and air, everything from the local communal to the infinitest possible cosmic, announcements and arguments, decrees, manifestoes and– well, whatever’s important to you to me to us– the three that are one.

Feel welcome to express. Try to mean what you say, or at least care about it if you don’t. Try to keep it interesting, or don’t. This site is to be a temple, and we will burn it down if we need to to get free. R’Nachman says all humor comes from the chefs in the temple, slaughtering the sacred all the time. welcome home.

–yo

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18 Comments Add your own

  • 1. radloh  |  September 13, 2006 at 12:47 pm

    so, i’m like, the first comment here in this revolution!

    we’re gonna rock your soul.

    freakfuck your pre-conceived notions,
    and shoot you
    with an ak47 full of love

    it might be a love that’s hard to take
    but when youu get it, after being slowly opened up to it’s sometimes multi-level, pain induced discomfort;

    you will become
    a cow
    a fat cow
    one of the seven fat cows

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  • 2. radloh  |  September 13, 2006 at 5:49 pm

    YO: U R 2 NICE: We closed jahfiltefish. Jafiltefish could not hide the truth which we espouse. We are holier than Jahfiltefish editors who tried to slam the door on us. Our souls, our creativity, and more importantly, they were hiding G-d’s light, which we are in charge of!

    Yes! I hereby declare my holier than thou additude. I am right. You are wrong. We can talk about it, but like, if you disagree i’ll f*** like really badly in many different ways.

    We are the beginning of the messianic era.

    We are the fruits of the blueprint. Like, bobdylan’s songs are the constitution here, throw in a bit of kabbalah, freud, shlomo, ishbitz, che, mao…

    Kill all the snags (god forbid: yitamu CHATOIM and all that shit). The snagish deeds, not the snags themselves.

    In short

    we
    are
    god

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  • 3. UrbanGuru  |  September 13, 2006 at 6:05 pm

    Fantastic!

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  • 4. rabbitobenamedlater  |  September 13, 2006 at 7:24 pm

    OK. Somebody sent me this link. So what is this? A blog about what? A toiroh? More definition is needed. I used to write on jahfiltefish.com. Will this site be like jahfilte?

    Reply
  • 5. biblicalstrengthlives  |  September 13, 2006 at 9:46 pm

    im feeling a little fat am i fat?

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  • 6. yellowcab  |  September 13, 2006 at 10:36 pm

    ye ye ye ye
    welcome back old folks
    where have u been hiding
    israel made u poor
    so went 2 babylon
    left zion land
    war came
    money started pouring
    took cover
    in no other place
    but bk
    with roasted fish roasting down stairs
    and breathing the smell of it
    leaning your head on dollars
    instead of pillows
    welcome welcome
    light of water

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  • 7. radloh  |  September 13, 2006 at 10:37 pm

    Bibilicalweakness: The world awaits you, the heavens await u; for 5767 years the angles and dying souls have been waiting for u!

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  • 8. radloh  |  September 13, 2006 at 10:56 pm

    yellowcab: these days there are racoons and squirrels climbing up this great big ivy-covered oak tree.

    Israel: well, Isreal is God’s phallus and all that; but these days God has some seious jockitch; its like contageous fungus, and getting worse…

    Pillows of dollars… I like that. And I have it…

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  • 9. radloh  |  September 14, 2006 at 12:07 am

    A friend showed me this small piece in Piulas Hatzadik, about sinning and about how, how tests (can somebody think of a better word for Nisayon), are there for the taking i.e. Reb Nachman would search and try to place himself in situations where he would be sexually tempted. Reb nachman then says that he figures, that surely, in his right mind, it would be impossible for him to trespass God’s will. And, even should that occur, it would only prove that “a spirit of folly had entered him”, and he would thusly be innocent or not innocent but playing by like a whole different set of rules: the rules of the Psychiatric ward? Insanity Plea?

    All in all, a dense and confusing but ultimately liberating piece. I still don’t get it fully. Anybody?

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  • 10. yellowcab  |  September 14, 2006 at 2:04 pm

    know u have them and like that pillow
    Bills r being paid in israel by lovers
    as of the zocher habrit lovers they keep asking for more
    wanting to lay there heads on those money pillows
    claimin u acting like those snagish fat cows
    who doesnt share neither pillow nor money nor hydro
    fat cow u
    chasid neo snag u

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  • 11. hanktherank  |  September 14, 2006 at 2:39 pm

    to all the skinny cows: instead of complaining, oy i have no money, oy i have no weed, oy where is ***** maybe he has some!
    why don’t u guys do what i did.
    then lets c
    if u gave away 40% in three weeks.
    ur good at taking.
    thats why u will always be
    skinny cows
    not a fat cow
    like me

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  • 12. radloh  |  September 14, 2006 at 2:44 pm

    yellowcab: inappropriate name.
    call urself
    cantevenaffordthetrain

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  • 13. whoknows1  |  September 14, 2006 at 8:48 pm

    the question is not am I fat? the uestion is can you roll a fattie? :)

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  • 14. radloh  |  September 14, 2006 at 10:56 pm

    i thought yellowcab was genuth, it turns out to be be an friend of ours…who shall remain nameless.
    but genuth, yellowcab hit it on the head. i have become selfish, haven’t i. and i always claimed that when i’d have cash i’d be different.
    different my ass.

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  • 15. rocky raccoon  |  September 15, 2006 at 8:55 am

    this isnt for me, avremel
    your blog is for philosophers
    who seem to always know why
    we shouldnt be happy

    im signed in to get l, ucky
    i hope to meet a nice jewish girl
    angry, but not too angry

    so what kind of cows are you?
    dating has taught me this:
    the fat ones are usually vegetarians

    i think carniverous cows are cooler
    sevenslimcows. i like that
    it sounds so dangerous
    cows that eat other cows
    and stay slim

    but all cows, even the bad ones
    eventually have to come home

    shabbes is coming
    i like pulling into the driveway
    minutes before the zman
    and secretely showering after shkia
    in the basement bathroom
    murranno-traditional style

    i can hardly wait for this shabbes
    i learned so much here already
    i want to discuss the concept of zoicher shabbes
    with all my relatives at the table
    and revel in the mind-expanding question and answer session that will surely ensue
    and me, the star

    but my grandmother wont go for it
    so instead
    i will open a bentcher
    and sing her favorite melodies
    and i will sneak a peak across the table
    hoping too see my bubby glow with pride

    and then i will know
    my shabbes is beautiful indeed

    i see the future of your blog
    it will sublimate,
    of this im sure

    this is a shabbes story:

    once upon a time
    i would get angry
    at my parents
    at my community
    at my castle
    tucked inside a magical land
    with thick walls and sentries
    impassible mountains and moats

    how come they couldnt protect me
    from my own mind i would cry

    and one night
    i wouldnt eat my shabbes dinner
    i ran away
    hurt and frustrated

    and i crossed a great sea
    and i wandered through many strange lands
    and i found strange creatures to play with
    they even wanted to make me king
    and they wanted to eat me

    but i didnt want to be their king
    i didnt want to be eaten

    and so i crossed the great sea once again
    and made my way back home
    and dinner was waiting for me
    and it was still warm

    and although i know
    that my heart still roams free
    i know i’ll be safe here
    no monsters can eat me

    and although im not a king
    im not a subject, either

    and even if the castle cannot keep me
    tethered and fettered
    i remain a loyal and grateful citizen

    sometimes its rough
    it can feel lilliputian at times
    but when shabbes dinner comes around
    i thank god
    for my family
    and my friends
    and the good times
    and the good food

    and i lived happily ever after

    the end.

    i like to wake up shabbes morning to good cheesecake

    does anyone have a good recipe?
    i would really appreciate it

    good shabbes! from

    rocky raccoon

    D’da d’da d’da da da da
    D’da d’da d’da da da da
    D’da d’da d’da da d’da d’da d’da d’da
    Do do do do do do

    D’do d’do d’do do do do
    D’do d’do d’do do do do
    D’do d’do d’do do do d’do d’do d’do d’do
    Do do do do do do

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  • 16. rocky raccoon  |  September 15, 2006 at 9:17 am

    >>

    hello my friend,

    out of the blue into the black

    i dont hear from you, then all of a sudden an email appears- but the link wont work,

    my my, hey hey

    so how are you today?

    are you in brooklyn,

    itchy over your ethnicity

    when the truth is

    aliens are controlling us.

    see any pretty ufo chicks on the subway lately?

    getting abducted is hot.

    we all want to be abducted, no?

    all the aliens want is to cross-breed with a
    different race,

    so un-human isnt it?

    but theyre dirty bastards

    expect dangerously high levels of radiation and
    genital warts.

    condoms are a local invention.

    sorry if this is all too silly for you

    but i must distract myself somehow

    the snags are all sniffling and sobbing

    who put usda meatchunks in my cholent

    why’d you shop at mcfinkels, moron?

    try rubashkin next time.

    but why the whining

    god let it happen

    i promise you

    He wont make a mention of it if you wont

    but oh no, oh no

    on the contrary

    nationwide dispair, why did this happen to us

    public fasting, mental flagellation, boil the pots

    rav kanievsky intervenes and says it looks pretty bad in heaven

    but i guarantee it will all work itself out.

    as theologians mutter their best

    attempting to explain another divine causation.

    but i say

    thank god the meat wasnt tainted with salmonella

    you never know what you’re getting when you buy on the blackmarket.

    next time, try rubashkin.

    hey hey, my my

    rock and roll will never die

    they say king david was as sensitive as a woman

    i just figured i would mention that.

    are you familiar with peter bergson?

    i figured i would mention that too.

    i hope all is well.

    i am situated in lakewood

    thats in new jersey

    what a beautiful state.

    there’s lots of work to be done here

    kids want out

    but as they say

    you can take the bochur out of lakewood…

    they lack education

    as if i even know what that is.

    albert j nock says that the educated man is someone

    who knows he still has vast amounts of learning
    ahead of him

    here’s an interesting one:

    “The higher the degree of strangeness in an event,
    the greater its information yield is likely to be.”
    - French cyberneticist, Joel de Rosnay

    so keep on trucking

    and realize that sometimes

    being alive is the most heroic and noble thing you can do.

    im trying to build an underground railroad of sorts

    actually, i call it the supercloud railroad

    i know, that’s gay.

    i really dont have to call anything anything

    but the masses are masses.

    they need names for everything

    even names for god

    and a name for where you go after youre dead

    silly billies.

    keep in touch

    and good luck with your blogs.

    hint: blogs dont pay the rent

    but writing is good

    mendy metsger always says youre a genius at writing

    and i trust him.

    hey, we are all endowed with something.

    you entertain the masses

    and you instill hope

    i truly believe so

    do you realize that yet?

    charming little messiah devil that you are!

    i think this one applies to you:

    “the first man to use abusive language instead of
    his fists was the founder of civilization.”
    - Sigmund Freud

    please let me know if you see any aliens

    or the ghost of wilhelm reich holding hands
    with the ghost of krishnamurta.

    it would be nice to see you,

    rocky raccoon

    “The primary cause of disorder in ourselves
    is the seeking of ‘reality’ promised by another.”
    -Krishnamurta

    D’da d’da d’da da da da
    D’da d’da d’da da da da
    D’da d’da d’da da d’da d’da d’da d’da
    Do do do do do do

    D’do d’do d’do do do do
    D’do d’do d’do do do do
    D’do d’do d’do do do d’do d’do d’do d’do
    Do do do do do do

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  • 17. rocky raccoon  |  September 17, 2006 at 1:12 am

    a few gems to get your week off the ground and into the air:

    it would be possible to describe everything scientifically, but it would make no sense; it would be without meaning, as if you described a Beethoven symphony as a variation of wave pressure.” — Albert Einstein

    The Jeweled Net of Indra

    “Driving down the freeway,
    remembering Hindu mythology—Indra’s net,
    each intersecting weave holding a jewel reflecting every other facet of every other jewel, infinitely.
    Suddenly,
    I see the hands that paint the white lines,
    that lay the black asphalt,
    a man joyous or lost soap-scrubbing his body clean for dinner and beer,
    for the wife who fears him, loves him,
    hands that hold their tickets for London to see the grandmother,
    the hard-drinking pub matron whose body bore children in building rubble when the Nazi bombing relented-
    and if not for that war,
    would I be driving now,
    hands on the wheel, listening to the radio recount the birth of a child named Tsunami after the storm that drove her mother into the hills, would the meager dollars I send to rebuild a village
    —minted with the Rosicrucian-eye above the pyramid
    dreamed by this country’s founders as the all-seeing vision of a world
    where not a sparrow falls that we don’t know about—
    would I have known to send it,
    if not for the hands that flew the kite with the key
    that drew electricity from the skies
    that made its way into the flat-screened box that unveils
    this jewel-linked world twenty-four hours of every gleaming day,
    weaving news with advertisements for clothes
    made by hands in China nimbly sewing a dream of Hollywood and Ipod
    and offering their bodies one by one for a better future—
    while the coal that fumes the electricity
    that plunges the needs
    drifts in air
    that circles a globe
    that
    warms the icecaps
    that melt into sea
    that shifts the current
    that loves the wind that
    swirls from heaven to earth
    stirring one storm after another,
    blowing its diaphanous passion over New Orleans like a trumpet
    sinking the heart so low with blue notes
    that flood is a dark cure for what burns—
    this illusion that anyone stands alone—
    stranded on the roofs of our swollen houses mouthing save me to a world
    whose millions of hands can turn up the volume loud enough to finally hear,
    r flick with a single click the entire interconnected vision of it all off.”
    -Dane Cervine

    Holography

    “Coal country, West Virginia—
    I walk into a diner,
    past the $100,000 reward poster in the window
    for the sniper
    who shot Jeannie at the Speedway.
    Our waitress—a poised old dame—
    carries herself, effortlessly
    and without pride,
    as the hidden center of a universe,
    and maybe like Jeannie,
    she is, for someone.
    I open my book,
    The Passion of Western Philosophy,
    wait for eggs, bacon, biscuits,
    read about the Copernican revolution—
    the earth no longer the center of things,
    a peripheral sphere lost on the edge of an endless black cosmos amid small blazing lights. Maybe this is what Jeannie’s lover felt—
    the empty year
    reeling out of orbit,
    no gravity,
    lost in a centerless universe blown wide.
    Then, like Nietzsche, killing his own god
    in the bleak landscape of a world edged
    on the abyss.
    But looking into the waitress’ eyes
    as she says thanks hon for the extra tip,
    I feel this universe circling back inside me—
    Jeannie, her stalking lover, the beating
    of a billion galaxies sounding here,
    the thump-thump inside this chest,
    the aching muscle at the heart of it all.”

    shavu’a tov! from

    rocky raccoon

    D’da d’da d’da da da da
    D’da d’da d’da da da da
    D’da d’da d’da da d’da d’da d’da d’da
    Do do do do do do

    D’do d’do d’do do do do
    D’do d’do d’do do do do
    D’do d’do d’do do do d’do d’do d’do d’do
    Do do do do do do

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  • 18. kuleh  |  September 19, 2006 at 4:33 am

    hey rocky raccoon how many times a day do you sayc d’da and d’do?

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