Sunday, November 26, 2006

SHE'S NOT YOU

SHE'S NOT YOU - 13/09/1962
3 weeks at #1 - 14 weeks on chart

Her hair is soft and her eyes are oh so blue
She's all the things a girl should be
But she's not you
She knows just how to make me laugh when I feel blue
She's everything a man could want
But she's not you

And when we're dancing
It almost feels the same
I've got to stop myself from
Whisp'ring your name
She even kisses me like you used to do
And it's just breaking my heart
'cause she's not you

And it's just breaking my heart
'cause she's not you

And when we're dancing
It almost feels the same
I've got to stop myself from
Whisp'ring your name
She even kisses me like you used to do
And it's just breaking my heart
'cause she's not you

And it's just breaking my heart
'cause she's not you

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Happy Tofurkey Day

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Stories from South Texas: Las Mañanitas

Growing up in South Texas had many simple adventures, it wasn’t like a dramatic life, sad or spectacular…it was just life.

I grew up in a totally Mexican American neighborhood with lots of other kids and families who shared one common characteristic, we were all poor – but we never knew it. Families had three to eight children that made for a noisy neighborhood with kids playing, yelling and crying.

My family only had three kids, my two sisters and myself. My father worked as a laborer at a fish processing plant that was within walking distance of our house. He was a remarkable man who didn’t play much with us as we were growing up because he was so focused on making sure there was food at the table. My mother was a stay-at-home Mom who was a humble, but a remarkable woman.

One of the fond memories I have of my childhood was Mother’s Day. My Dad would always bring a Mother Days cake for my Mom, and my mother would always fret about the cake and chided my father for doing that because the money could have been used for other things. Nonetheless, my Father always bought her a cake as long as I can remember (they weren’t very romantic with each other). But another sweet story about Mother’s Day involved the older boys in my neighborhood.

Some of the older kids in the neighborhood aspired to be musicians, mostly rock-and-roll and many had instruments and attempted to organize themselves and perform at parties such as quinceanera parties. They were okay, but mostly loud ☺. One of the most remarkable things they used to do on Mother’s Day was organizing themselves to go perform “Las Manañitas” in the early dawn to their mothers. I remember being woken up with beautiful music coming from next door where resided one of the aspiring musicians. These were 15-16 year olds sounding like angels singing to their mothers. To this day when I hear that beautiful song, which is also sung at birthdays, brings back fond memories of my growing up in a South Texas Mexican neighborhood.


Below is one version of Las
Mañanitas:

Las Mañanitas
"En la fresca y perfumada mañanita de tu santo,
recibe mi bien amada, la dulzura de mi canto...
encontrarás en tu reja, un fresco ramo de flores,
que mi corazón te deja.... chinita de mis amores"

Canción:

Estas son las mañanitas
que cantaba el Rey David
a las muchachas bonitas,
se las cantamos aquí.

Despierta mi bien despierta,
mira que ya amaneció,
ya los pajarillos cantan
la luna ya se metió...

Si el sereno de la esquina,
me quisiera hacer favor..
de apagar su linternita
mientras que pasa mi amor...

Despierta mi bien despierta,
mira que ya amaneció,
ya los pajarillos cantan
la luna ya se metió...

Ahora si, señor sereno,
le agradezco su favor...
encienda su linternita
que ya ha pasado mi amor...

Amapolita dorada
de los llanos de Tepic...
si no estas enamorada,
enamórate de mi..

Despierta mi bien despierta,
mira que ya amaneció,
ya los pajarillos cantan
la luna ya se metió...

(Otros versos)

El día en que tú naciste
nacieron todas las flores
y en la pila de bautismo
cantaron los ruiseñores.

Ya viene amaneciendo
ya la luz del día nos vió,
levántate de mañana,
mira que ya amaneció.

Quisiera ser solecito
para entrar por tu ventana,
y darte los buenos días
acostadita en tu cama.

Quisiera ser un San Juan
Quisiera ser un San Pedro
para venirte a cantar
con la música del cielo.

Con jazmines y con flores
este día voy adornar
hoy por ser día de tu santo
te venimos a cantar.

To hear a version of this song:
Las Mañanitas

History of the Thong

If you haven't heard Sisqo's "Thong Song," then your radio must be broken. The catchy hit song, which catapaulted the Dru Hill frontman up the music charts, has people of all ages singing about the hottest piece of clothing in years—the thong, th-thong, thong, thong.
While the thong has been popular among exotic dancers for awhile here, fashion historians say the thong—which has been wildly popular for decades in Brazil—was slow to catch on in the U.S.
South Americans have had the thong swimsuits for years and that is what drove men insane there. The tourists would come and buy and wear it down there because they couldn't wear them in the U.S.," says Regina Little, a 10-year garment and fashion industry marketer.
A Thong provides more back coverage, with a strip of fabric that is usually one-half-inch to one-inch thick.
A G-string is actually very stringlike, offering the bare minimum in the way of fabric on your behind and across your back.
—Source: Instyle, March issue.
Gina Cooper, Editor-in-Chief of on-line fashion magazine Fashion Finds, agrees that "Brazilians definitely took [thongs to]swimwear," but pointed out that the thong didn't start there. Ironically, the style that many love so much on women may have actually originated on men, Cooper says.
"Thinking back to Ancient art and cultures, having the shape of most of the buttocks being revealed probably originated with men's athleticism," and the thong-like items were worn for "ease and comfort."
In fact, Cooper says, today's jock strap is essentially the "same concept with certain embellishments."
Some fashion historians trace the thongs first public U.S. appearance to the 1939 World's Fair when New York Mayor Fiorello LaGuardia mandated that the city's nude dancers cover themselves. And fashion designer Rudi Gernreich has been credited with introducing the first thong bikini in 1974.
EVOLUTION OF THE THONG
In the early 80's, Frederick's of Hollywood began selling the panties in its catalogs as did then lingerie newcomer Victoria's Secret.
Last year, The Wall Street Journal reported that "Thongs are the fastest growing segment of the $2 billion-a-year women's panty business." Companies, such as Victoria's Secret, Frederick's of Hollywood, Lane Bryant and even discount stores, such as Target and Wal-Mart credited thongs for their jump in sales then.
"The thong has been in the [U.S.] marketplace for a good 10 years. What happened with thongs was
that there was the ability to give a smooth and rounded finish to the butt and that is was started the craze," says Little.
Shelly Stokes, a 27-year-old Connecticut native, said that she switched to the petite panties pre-"Thong Song."
"I started about five years ago after college mainly for the exterior look —no panty lines— it really had nothing to do with being with sexy," says the placement director, who only buys them now. Although, she admits, "Men definitely find them sexier."
But don't expect her to sport her t-backs out of her bedroom and onto the beach any time soon. "Hell no. I'll never do it," says Stokes. "A few people will [after the song], but Americans are too pure and prudish" for it to become mainstream.
Little agrees that thongs will primarily remain "a behind-closed-doors craze" here, but "If you have kept in shape and can appreciate someone looking from a distance, then it is going to be a thong, thong, thong summer."

THONG SONG BOOSTS SALES OF UNDERWEAR!?
Retailers say Sisqo single influencing shoppers' choice of undergarments. We've come a long way from the days of teens scrambling for Beatles haircuts or Elvis' blue suede shoes. Popular music, long an influence on fashion, is now affecting more intimate clothing decisions. Dru Hill singer Sisqo's breakthrough hit "Thong Song" is a saucy, uptempo paean to the previously unsung undergarment, and retailers say the song's maddeningly catchy refrain "That thong, thong, thong, thong, thong!" has sunk deep into the crevices of many listeners' brains.
"My little brother's been singing that damned song nonstop ever since he saw the video." - Donelle Heston, 23, thong shopper
Leading lingerie stores report an increase in thong sales since the single invaded radio and MTV. As the weather turns warmer, and thoughts turn to tight pants and tan lines, consumers are apparently unable to turn the other cheek to Sisqó's infectious beats.
"It's been crazy," said Keisha Walker, store manager for Frederick's of Hollywood's flagship store in Los Angeles. "We have people coming in and asking what is a thong, can they see one, can they try one on. ... We have 45-year-old women coming in and buying thongs."
A recent holiday weekend at the San Francisco Shopping Centre saw crowds eager to slip into the trend. Donelle Heston, 23, tentatively fingered the satiny fabric of a table full of underwear at Victoria's Secret.
"I just don't know about this," she said, laughing nervously. " .... I'd never hear the end of it if he knew I actually wore a thong." She giggled at the mere mention of the word.
"But hell, my mom bought one, so ...," she said, before heading to the register.
"We've had a lot of people come in and actually sing the song to us," said San Francisco Victoria's Secret retailer Patricia Calderon. "We've seen more men than women, actually, in this shop, buying them for their girlfriends." -Shopper Craig Leveroux, 21, said, "You better believe it's popular. I've seen that video everywhere. I bought a pair for my lady for her birthday. .... She didn't look exactly
like the video, but she still looked pretty OK. Actually, I just bought two more."
Walker said most thong customers in her store are women. The song seems to have inspired curiosity and a lack of inhibition, she said, with many customers thronging to the "starter thong," which she compared to a training bra.
"That would be the Rio," Frederick's spokesperson Jim Scott said. "It's comfortable, good cotton, a very good seller."
When asked about Sisqo's reaction to the public's creeping upsurge in interest in the thong, Scott said, "I've heard that he thinks it's hysterical. ... We worked with his people on the video, and we'd love to get some kind of in-store endorsement, with him in the store."
"We're just delighted to be part of that artist's work," said a more tight-lipped A.J. Rosenfield, field marketing manager for Frederick's. "We've seen quite a bit of sales success with this item."
Lingerie shops in New York and Miami Beach, Fla., also confirmed increased thong sales, and radio stations and nightclubs have reacted to the song by sponsoring "thong parties" in which women wearing thongs are let in free.
Artist Strings has recorded her own reaction, titled "Tongue Song." On her recently released Black Widow album, Strings tartly challenges a man to understand what to do once he gains access to the prized piece of underwear.
"This may seem so scandalous," she sings, over the same music track as the Sisqo song, "But the truth is men can't handle it."
Neither Frederick's of Hollywood nor Victoria's Secret would disclose sales figures, but a Frederick's representative said some of the recent sales surge may be attributed to Sisqo himself. On tour with boy band *N Sync, Sisqo's people have reportedly purchased "a huge number" of thong underwear.
-Neil Dressel

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Successful Day...but I'm tired

Had a great day working with Southeast Asian community. They are starting to pull together which would make them a powerful force if they can get over some power issues. Of course, those power issues exist in every community. From a global perspective I'm totally surprised we haven't done each other in, yet. There always seems to be some thread that keeps it all together in spite of the turmoil, hate and back stabbing that does occure in the world...and you can take that and apply it more locally. I truly think that those of us that either meditate, pray or do whatever makes us bring more "positive light" to the world are making a difference and are that thread that keeps the world from unraveling.

I understand that there is a sect of nuns in Wisconsin that are on a 24/7 vigil to bring peace to the world...and I there is also a collective of shamans and spiritual people around the world that meditate for peace every Wenesday at 7 p.m. and Sunday at 11 a.m. I think it makes a difference and would hate to test the opposite. I personally participate with the Wed/Sun meditation and for sure it makes a difference to me.

I hope all of you that read this are doing some little thing to try to bring positive energy to our planet. We need it and also need to take that spiritual thought and turn it into action to make our tiny world a better place for all.

Peace to all.

Jewish Cemetery in Prague

The Old Jewish Cemetery in Josefov, the Jewish Quarter, was created in the 15th century when Jews were forbidden to bury their dead outside their own district. Space was scarce, so bodies were buried on top of each other in an estimated 12 layers. Over the centuries, lopsided tombstones formed unruly, poetic groupings.

The surrealist author Franz Kafka enjoyed moments of quiet reflection in the old cemetery. However, his own grave lies across town in the New Jewish Cemetery. That burial ground is half empty because the generation it was built for was transported to Nazi death camps.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Just Thinking

So much to do, so little time. I love my work, but it is like a grinder. I was in meetings from 9 a.m. till 8:30 p.m. today. The evening meeting was a reception with lots of people I know, but of course there is always a couple of people complaining that my organization is not doing enough...we are arrogant, we don't care...blah, blah, blah. Luckily for my sanity most people know we are doing more than most organizations around the country in my topical area.

One very positive experience I had at the reception was that I ran into a friend that I have not chatted with in a while. Her name is Robin and she is quite cute. We had a great time talking about non-work stuff which was great!!! You know, trips, likes, dislikes, people, dreams, etc. I wonder if I should follow up with her on a more social basis??? Though things like this are kinda' risky because of the close associations our organizations have and the talk...and blah, blah, blah...okay, I talked myself out of it. Boy, that was short relationship :-))

Okay, I have to clean my kitchen a bit 'cause a workman is coming in to put a new floating floor and finish some trim work in the third bedroom. These projects have been hanging for almost three years...can you believe that? Later.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

May Peace Prevail on Earth

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Tobacco Industry Loses Again


Well, despite a multi-million dollar campaign, the tobacco industry lost in Ohio to prevent that state from protecting citizens from secondhand smoke. The industry which cares only about the bottom line is doing all it can to continue to kill Americans. They kill over 400,000 people each year in the United States alone and so far the US government has not called up troops against this terrorist.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Long Journey

Well, we are midway through our Leadership Institute effort in priority populations and we are still together even though there have been some rough spots. This weekend was one of the roughest spots with our CEO having been chided by one of the Institute Fellows for some of his statements. In this case I think that yes, the CEO should have been a tat careful of how he described his experience, but by no means did the Fellow have the right to act the way he did in the group. You know, I have been descriminated against since I left my little home town in South Texas many years ago, but you got to figure out how to deal with it and change things without trying to bring the house down and destroy the path to undoing racism. Some of us have a lot of growning up to do and hopefully we will not harm paths that are part of our long journey to social justice.

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Thursday, November 09, 2006

Challah

The braided challah, which is made with eggs, is the Jewish Sabbath‑and‑holiday bread. It is surrounded by folklore and tradition and loaded with symbolism. On festive occasions a blessing is said over two loaves, symbolizing the two portions of the manna that was distributed on Fridays to the children of Israel during their Exodus from Egypt. The breads are covered on the table by a decorative challah cover or a white napkin, which represents the dew that collected on the manna in the morning. Poppy and sesame seeds sprinkled on the bread also symbolize the manna that fell from heaven.

Below I would like to share a recipe for great challah.

You will need:

* 7 cups flour
* 1 T salt
* 1/2 cup sugar (or honey)
* 2 pkg yeast + 1/3 cup warm water
* 1/2 cup oil
* 4 eggs
* 1 cup boiling water
* 1/2 cup cold water

This recipe makes the equivalent of 3 braided loaves.

Beat eggs in a small bowl.

In a large bowl mix oil, sugar and salt.

Add boiling water to large bowl and stir until all is dissolved.

Sprinkle yeast into a measuring cup with 1/3 cup warm water. Wait a few minutes, then stir.

Add cold water to mixture in large bowl. (The stuff in the bowl should now be the right temperature to add yeast. If too hot, wait a few minutes; if too cold, put the bowl in the microwave to heat it.)

Add yeast to large bowl.

Add eggs to large bowl, reserving about 1 tablespoon.

Add flour 1 cup at a time, mixing thoroughly after each addition.

Turn out dough onto floured board and knead for 5 minutes, adding more flour as needed (but not too much). Dough is ready if it springs back after being poked with a finger.

Put back into bowl, cover with dishtowel, and put in warm oven (heated to 170-200, and then turned off beforehand) until doubled - about 1 hour.

Turn out onto floured board and knead for 1-2 minutes.

Divide dough into thirds.

Take one of the thirds, and knead for another minute. Form into 8-12 small "snakes" for bulkies, or 3 large snakes for braid. Make bulkies by knotting each small snake and pinching the ends together. Place bulkies close together pinched-end down in greased pan (I use Pam). For braids, pinch ends of 3 large snakes together and begin braiding. Pinch ends together when done. Place in greased loaf pan.

Repeat for 2 other thirds. Put formed loaves/bulkies into oven (pre-heated and then turned off, as before) for about 45 minutes.

Remove from oven. Turn oven to 350.

Brush tops gently with reserved egg. Sprinkle with poppy seeds, if desired.

Bake for about 30 minutes (loaves) or 20 minutes (bulkies). Times will vary. Watch for moderate browning on top, but be careful not to allow scorching on bottom.

Remove from pans, and put on dish towels to cool.

YUM!!

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

This is a Political Announcement

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Bialystok Jewish Cemetery in Poland


It appears that six cemeteries were used throughout the centuries by the Jewish community in Bialystok. The first one, from the second half of the 16th century, was probably located at the southern frontage of the Kościu­szko Market Square (at the mouth of present Sienkiewicza Street), but neither its existence nor its absence can be confirmed with sufficient evidence.

The second, at the so called "Suraż suburb", came from the 18th century. The oldest tomb here was dated from 1764. This cemetery was situated on Kalinowskiego Street, more or less at the location of the present Park Centralny. It was divided into sections and had alleys marked out. It had functioned till about 1890.

Next was the so called "cholera" cemetery situated at Bema Street (at about the present market site). It was es­tablished in 1840 with the aim to contain graves of contagious diseases victims (among them those who died in the epidemics of cholera in the 1830s and 1840s). Also bodies of less well-off were buried here. The cemetery was closed in 1892.

Two years earlier, at the area of previous village Bagnówka (now Wschodnia Street) fourth cemetery was located, near orthodox and catholic cemeteries. Contrary to previously mentioned Jewish cemeteries, it still exists. The last burial took place in 1969. It is one of the largest Jewish cemeteries in Poland (its area measures about 12.5 h). Among its monuments there is the obelisk to the victims of pogroms of 14th, 15th and 16th June 1906.

The most recent Jewish necropolis was the cemetery which, as the only one in the occupied Europe, was established at the area of the Ghetto (at Żabia Street) on August 1, 1941. The bodies of 3,500 victims were buried here, among them fighters of the Ghetto Uprising. The Burial Society (Chewra Ka­disza) functioned here until the Ghetto was destroyed in August 1943. The graves were simple, either for one person or common brothers' grave. In the years 1944 – 49, the cemetery was tidied up and enlarged (through buying out pri­vate plots of ground). The families of the dead and the murdered put up new tombs, frequently symbolic when the location of the body was unknown. The cemetery became the location of the obelisk to the fallen in the Uprising and Jewish partisans.

At the beginning of the 70s, despite numerous protests, the city authorities decided to close down this unique cemetery. The remains of the victims were exhumed and put into a common gra­ve. The tombs, the monuments and the mausoleum disappeared. Today the only evidence of the cemetery is a commemorative plaque erec­ted in 1971.

To learn more about Bialystok Jewish life, visit:

Saturday, November 04, 2006

COEXIST


“One day we must come to see that peace is not merely a distant goal we seek, but that it is a means by which we arrive at that goal. We must pursue peaceful ends through peaceful means.”

--Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Ode to the Panty


The costume isn’t finished ‘til the underwear is there.
The people in the audience don’t want to see it bare.
Except of course for sleazy ones who salivate and stare.

Most belly dancers want to please the women and the girls.
We don’t want to display to them our lower set of curls.
Nor do we want the ogles from the icky men and churls.

And so we speak of panties, of underwear and thong.
Debating which is best and worst, and fretting all day long,
Afraid we’ll make some choices that are absolutely wrong.

So do we risk a line of dampness caused by butt crack sweat?
Or should we show a panty line that makes some people fret?
We say this dance is ancient, but we haven’t solved this yet.

We used to think we had it solved by wearing harem pants.
But Egypt dancers aren’t afraid to show leg when they dance,
So we too feel it’s safe to do the same, and take the chance.

Now, once the pantaloons are gone, the panties take their place
But not the ones with “Monday” or the ones with frilly lace.
Instead we must choose wisely and demonstrate good taste.

The black thong is mistaken for shadows and for hair,
And really doesn’t meet the need for coverage under there.
We need to look for other options in our underwear.

We look for inspiration to the East, the rising sun.
In Egypt they wear hot pants beneath their sheer chiffon,
They clearly show the audience they have their undies on.

But this is just a current fad, a fad that soon will pass.
And then we’ll need another type of coverage for the ass.
The classic look is nice because we know that it will last.

A flowing skirt works well with matching colored briefs below,
Unless the fabric is so sheer that panty lines will show,
In which case matching skin tone may be the way to go.

Well, certain skirts defy all hope of wearing briefs beneath.
The panty lines with spandex skirts create all sorts of grief.
And cutouts at the hips would show the panties underneath.

So some wear briefs and some wear thongs and some wear none at all.
But most agree that certain standards should become the law.
Don’t display your “bird’s nest” in a public concert hall.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Leda



El cisne en la sombra parece de nieve;
su pico es de ámbar, del alba al trasluz;
el suave crepúsculo que pasa tan breve
las cándidas alas sonrosa de luz.

Y luego, en las ondas del lago azulado,
después que la aurora perdió su arrebol,
las alas tendidas y el cuello enarcado,
el cisne es de plata ,bañado de sol.

Tal es, cuando esponja las plumas de seda,
olímpico pájaro herido de amor,
y viola en las linfas sonoras a Leda,
buscando su pico los labios en flor.

Suspira la bella desnuda y vencida,
y en tanto que al aire sus quejas se van,
del fondo verdoso de fronda tupida
chispean turbados los ojos de Pan.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Hello World, I feel like a motherless child...

Okay, it sure has been a rough week and it began with Monday. It sure is funny that often work builds up and major project is due -- you break your back getting there and its done. But soon as you feel you have a breather and it starts cranking up again. What a roller coaster.

My health has generally been good, but I haven't worked out like I promised I would. And when I do workout, I feel great and have more energy...its just cranking up to go to the gym that is a challenge and its easier to eat...bad, bad, bad.

Well, this is just a reminder to all of us that we have to fine balance, least we lose our way in the forest and end up in the grave yard. Don't get me wrong I like cemetaries, but not to be in one six feet under :-) LOL!!!

All right, I better go shower and go to bed for early meeting that is sure to raise my blood pressure...control, control, control. Right?