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Music:

NIN, The Cure, Erasure, Curve, Prince, Stevie Nicks, Fleetwood Mac, Pink Floyd, Heart, Sublime----Okay enough of this shit, gonna get carpal tunnel---Anything that makes me happy when I want to be happy; anything that makes me sad when I want to be sad---Most of all music that is connected to memories--not so much the actually meaning behind the song but what was happening when I was listening---I increased my need for hearing aids to aloooot of Audioslave when my MOM (love and miss you forever) was sick and after she died I had a really hard time even looking at the CD (i really wanted to throw it out the window going bout 70 down 45) but I can listen to it now because it defines a very important period of my life---a href="http://www.myspace.com/duranduran"

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Books:


glitter-graphics.comJohn Steinbeck, East of Eden “Do you remember when you read us the sixteen verses of the fourth chapter of Genesis and we argued about them?”“I do indeed. And that’s a long time ago.”“Ten years nearly,” said Lee. “Well, the story bit deeply into me and I went into it word for word. The more I thought about the story, the more profound it became to me. Then I compared the translations we have—and they were fairly close. There was only one place that bothered me. The King James version says this—it is when Jehovah has asked Cain why he is angry. Jehovah says, ‘If thou doest well, shalt thou not be accepted? and if thou doest not well, sin lieth at the door. And unto thee shall be his desire, and thou shalt rule over him.’ It was the ‘thou shalt’ that struck me, because it was a promise that Cain would conquer sin.”Samuel nodded. “And his children didn’t do it entirely,” he said.Lee sipped his coffee. “Then I got a copy of the American Standard Bible. It was very new then. And it was different in this passage. It says, ‘Do thou rule over him.’ Now this is very different. This is not a promise, it is an order. And I began to stew about it. I wondered what the original word of the original writer had been that these very different translations could be made.”Samuel put his palms down on the table and leaned forward and the old young light came into his eyes. “Lee,” he said, “don’t tell me you studied Hebrew!”Lee said, “I’m going to tell you. And it’s a fairly long story. Will you have a touch of ng-ka-py?”“You mean the drink that tastes of good rotten apples?”“Yes. I can talk better with it.”“Maybe I can listen better,” said Samuel.While Lee went to the kitchen Samuel asked, “Adam, did you know about this?”“No,” said Adam. “He didn’t tell me. Maybe I wasn’t listening.”Lee came back with his stone bottle and three little porcelain cups so thin and delicate that the light shone through them. “Dlinkee Chinee fashion,” he said and poured the almost black liquor. “There’s a lot of wormwood in this. It’s quite a drink,” he said. “Has about the same effect as absinthe if you drink enough of it.”Samuel sipped the drink. “I want to know why you were so interested,” he said.“Well, it seemed to me that the man who could conceive this great story would know exactly what he wanted to say and there would be no confusion in his statement.”“You say ‘the man.’ Do you then not think this is a divine book written by the inky finger of God?”“I think the mind that could think this story was a curiously divine mind. We have had a few such minds in China too.”“I just wanted to know,” said Samuel. “You’re not a Presbyterian after all.”“I told you I was getting more Chinese. Well, to go on, I went to San Francisco to the headquarters of our family association. Do you know about them? Our great families have centers where any member can get help or give it. The Lee family is very large. It takes care of its own.”“I have heard of them,” said Samuel.“You mean Chinee hatchet man fightee Tong war over slave girl?”“I guess so.”“It’s a little different from that, really,” said Lee. “I went there because in our family there are a number of ancient reverend gentlemen who are great scholars. They are thinkers in exactness. A man may spend many years pondering a sentence of the scholar you call Confucius. I thought there might be experts in meaning who could advise me.“They are fine old men. They smoke their two pipes of opium in the afternoon and it rests and sharpens them, and they sit through the night and their minds are wonderful. I guess no other people have been able to use opium well.”Lee dampened his tongue in the black brew. “I respectfully submitted my problem to one of these sages, read him the story, and told him what I understood from it. The next night four of them met and called me in. We discussed the story all night long.”Lee laughed. “I guess it’s funny,” he said. “I know I wouldn’t dare tell it to many people. Can you imagine four old gentlemen, the youngest is over ninety now, taking on the study of Hebrew? They engaged a learned rabbi. They took to the study as though they were children. Exercise books, grammar, vocabulary, simple sentences. You should see Hebrew written in Chinese ink with a brush! The right to left didn’t bother them as much as it would you, since we write up to down. Oh, they were perfectionists! They went to the root of the matter.”“And you?” said Samuel.“I went along with them, marveling at the beauty of their proud clean brains. I began to love my race, and for the first time I wanted to be Chinese. Every two weeks I went to a meeting with them, and in my room here I covered pages with writing. I bought every known Hebrew dictionary. But the old gentlemen were always ahead of me. It wasn’t long before they were ahead of our rabbi; he brought a colleague in. Mr. Hamilton, you should have sat through some of those nights of argument and discussion. The questions, the inspection, oh, the lovely thinking—the beautiful thinking.“After two years we felt that we could approach your sixteen verses of the fourth chapter of Genesis. My old gentlemen felt that these words were very important too—‘Thou shalt’ and ‘Do thou.’ And this was the gold from our mining: ‘Thou mayest.’ ‘Thou mayest rule over sin.’ The old gentlemen smiled and nodded and felt the years were well spent. It brought them out of their Chinese shells too, and right now they are studying Greek.”Samuel said, “It’s a fantastic story. And I’ve tried to follow and maybe I’ve missed somewhere. Why is this word so important?”Lee’s hand shook as he filled the delicate cups. He drank his down in one gulp. “Don’t you see?” he cried. “The American Standard translation orders men to triumph over sin, and you can call sin ignorance. The King James translation makes a promise in ‘Thou shalt,’ meaning that men will surely triumph over sin. But the Hebrew word, the word timshel—‘Thou mayest’— that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a man. For if ‘Thou mayest’—it is also true that ‘Thou mayest not.’ Don’t you see?”“Yes, I see. I do see. But you do not believe this is divine law. Why do you feel its importance?”“Ah!” said Lee. “I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time. I even anticipated your questions and I am well prepared. Any writing which has influenced the thinking and the lives of innumerable people is important. Now, there are many millions in their sects and churches who feel the order, ‘Do thou,’ and throw their weight into obedience. And there are millions more who feel predestination in ‘Thou shalt.’ Nothing they may do can interfere with what will be. But ‘Thou mayest’! Why, that makes a man great, that gives him stature with the gods, for in his weakness and his filth and his murder of his brother he has still the great choice. He can choose his course and fight it through and win.” Lee’s voice was a chant of triumph.Adam said, “Do you believe that, Lee?”“Yes, I do. Yes, I do. It is easy out of laziness, out of weakness, to throw oneself into the lap of deity, saying, ‘I couldn’t help it; the way was set.’ But think of the glory of the choice! That makes a man a man. A cat has no choice, a bee must make honey. There’s no godliness there. And do you know, those old gentlemen who were sliding gently down to death are too interested to die now?”Adam said, “Do you mean these Chinese men believe the Old Testament?”Lee said, “These old men believe a true story, and they know a true story when they hear it. They are critics of truth. They know that these sixteen verses are a history of humankind in any age or culture or race. They do not believe a man writes fifteen and three-quarter verses of truth and tells a lie with one verb. Confucius tells men how they should live to have good and successful lives. But this—this is a ladder to climb to the stars.” Lee’s eyes shone. “You can never lose that. It cuts the feet from under weakness and cowardliness and laziness.”Adam said, “I don’t see how you could cook and raise the boys and take care of me and still do all this.”“Neither do I,” said Lee. “But I take my two pipes in the afternoon, no more and no less, like the elders. And I feel that I am a man. And I feel that a man is a very important thing—maybe more important than a star. This is not theology. I have no bent toward gods. But I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed— because ‘Thou mayest.’”

Heroes:

My son, Alec Draven White.....

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oh how I love....

  my son, Alec Draven White!!!!  He is soo amazing...All the things that he has had to go through in his life and he has never...ever..... allowed any of it to change hym....or alter h...
Posted by Mairae on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 03:15:00 PST

funny stuff alec said 2day....

In response to the  Micky D's Monopoly game.... "Mom, we kan eat out (at MD'S) 4 daze a week...u cook 2 daze..." My reply, "Alec there are 7 daze n a week" "Oh, we can eat out on that day to...
Posted by Mairae on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 04:48:00 PST

cereal...yes...cereal

and alec said lets change the subject to cereal...Lucky Charms, Corn Pops, the fact that Pop was the first of Snap, Crackle and Pop from the Rice Krispies (learned that on Unwrapped or the Secret Life...
Posted by Mairae on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 09:16:00 PST

white trash nachos...

1 jar of  Hill Kuntry Fare Picanta' Sauce 2 to 3 peices of sliced cheeez (i use Bordens--cauz I loves Elsie and Elmer--(sum good tastin lick tha stick paste)) Hill Kuntry Fare white korn torteeya...
Posted by Mairae on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 05:01:00 PST

scarz..

the 1 on my head placed my my sis via a kiddie chalk board many moons ago...she wanted to b tha teacher..  the 1 on my lip granted by lil' Michael (who is close to 20 now) via a bl...
Posted by Mairae on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 11:40:00 PST

friday....

he said...u c what I do out here...but it doesnot take away from the fact that i too have feelings...i do care about others..i see this, i tell hym...i realize that others don't take the tyme---i was ...
Posted by Mairae on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 09:55:00 PST

eye

..the only part that shows character...truly...all that turn that frown upside down and fake it till u make it bullshit...no definition there..none at all..i want to scream when that --...
Posted by Mairae on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 06:52:00 PST

thank u dave.....

+ energy surrounded me...allowed myself to bcome intoxicated on the happiness that was floating in the air...such freedom...i close my eyes and let the feeling take over...sweet words and sounds, i fe...
Posted by Mairae on Sat, 22 Sep 2007 11:22:00 PST

Kinda crazy...but isn't my life always???

had a balanced school day.... 1 awesome, impressive test score... and then another ?wtf am i even doing writing this shit on this paper? test--looked like a bunch of f-ing jibberish all over the place...
Posted by Mairae on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 10:28:00 PST

Ironeee---

decade ago---same name--same game---kouldn't help but notice.....   more latter....  
Posted by Mairae on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 07:53:00 PST