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Weiner and Beavis

July 30th, 2013 by Michael Tabor

I Know this has gone viral, but just in case you haven’t seen this….InStyle Golden Globe After Party

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Purple Skies

July 30th, 2013 by Magdalena Tabor

Let’s take Alhambra Drivepurple skies

That dead ends to the sea,

Watch as the dripping sun recedes.

Sleepy boats put to bed

Rock hypnotically

To fishing tales no one else believes.

Let’s take Alhambra

To paint Picasso’s lies,

Watch as the dripping sun runs dry.

Oranges and yellows

Scarlet as she dies,

Ankle deep in shallows

Dragging purple skies.

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Tyler Talks Bullying

July 29th, 2013 by Magdalena Tabor

I’m sorry I could not get to blog sooner but I have had a tough weekend. All right, I’m the new kid on the block, I get it. But two against one is no fair. Both Clemetine and Snowshoe have been ganging up on me. Why? Is it because I’m cute? Because I get treated the same way they do even though I just got here? Why can’t I walk across a room minding my own business without having Clementine growl at me? It’s very unladylike. And if I want to play with the toys, Snowshoe wakes up out of a sound sleep, gets up and gives me the eye. Then he POUNCES on me. Scared the bejesus out of me! What’s a poor cat to do? Oh. Did I say I was playing with the toys? I was only pretending to like them. I wouldn’t want the Beans to get too self satisfied. I like watching them play with the feathery thing on the long pole. They look ridiculous.tyler

When Clementine leaves the room, I naturally want to follow her to see what she’s up to. How else will I get to know everything that goes on around here? Like, is there a hidden stash of food somewhere, something other than what the Beans normally serve? Are there secret hiding places I don’t know about, perhaps leading to the outside world? Then I can make my get-away and hop a plane back to Texas where things are more normal. It’s a good thing I still have my paratrooper’s gear somewhere in case I have to make an emergency sky dive. I’d rather deal with scorpians in the desert than have old Tuna Breath hiss in my face one more time. How insulting! These Long Islanders have no manners compared to a southern gentleman like myself. It’s a good thing they haven’t found out about my Facebook page yet. I will not “friend” them.

The Beans have been really great throughout this whole ordeal. They will not let those kids get the upper paw. At one time Snowshoe was banished to the basement. Ha! And Clementine retreated to the dining room. She probaly thought she was gonna have some sort of candlelit dinner or something, but they YELLED at her. Ha! Ha! I can’t wait until I’m around long enough for them to yell at me. Then I’ll be as important as they are.

The thing to remember about being bullied is, stand your ground. Thus far I have been sent reeling for the safety of the dolls under their chair. But they wouldn’t get involved.  They didn’t even bat an eyelash. They always pretend I’m not even there. I honestly don’t know what’s worse. Being the center of bullying attention or ignored completely. As soon as I get a chance I’m going to pull their curls out. Maybe knock the little one on the floor. That’ll wipe the smirk off her face.

So………………….whadayathink? What should be my next move if I can’t climb out the window? Should I swat the little white spot off Snowshoe’s face? Should I hold the door open for Clementine (in all politeness) to make her exit? Why should I be the one to leave? I’ll give her my paratrooper’s gear and a one way ticket to Nacogdoches.

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‘Killing Them Softly’ is A Different Type of Mob Movie

July 28th, 2013 by Michael Tabor

Godfather I and II, ‘Good Fellas’, and ‘The Sopranos’  HBO series definitely rank way up high on my favorite all – time list of mob stuff. However, the truth of the matter is, I was “burnt – out” on the La Cosa Nostra and all the other organized crime orbradandtonyganization films/shows, etc. after I saw Good Fellas (I loved that movie & watched it over and over) back in 1990. Though I certainly had my fill with the mafia in 1999, I nevertheless got hooked on ‘The Sopranos’, who didn’t? We all knew that after viewing  the very first episode or pilot, this was a gem and a masterpiece in every respect i.e. writing, acting, production, etc. and it was so different which is a good segue for this blog.

‘Killing Me Softly’ is a different, sort of slow – moving film & be forewarned, that if you’re looking for the hardcore mobster action flick, though there are some nasty intensely violent scenes, this movie is definitely not for you. However, if the concept of the banality of evil (Hannah Arendt) resonates with you, then I think you may appreciate this film. I also believe that if you think that some people are dealt a lousy hand of cards in life, forced into ugly situations and therefore have no other choice but to commit the most heinous acts imaginable, then I also think this movie maybe cathartic and something you should certainly Netflix. Oh & yes the movie is brimming with political and corrupt corporate America allegory so you might need a thinking cap.

The reason I personally finally watched this movie was because it was James Gandolfini’s last film he made before he died. I loved James Gandolfini and I thought he was a tremendous talent, the likes of whom we will never see again. I am also a huge fan of the great character actor,  Richard Jenkins who happens to be part of the cast. Here’s the story in a nutshell: 3 pathetic lowlifes rob a mob poker card hangout/Of course they’re found out/the 3 losers and “Markie” – the guy running the card gig (Played by Ray Liotta) must go.  Gandolfini’s character, Mickey, is a washed up – alcoholic – incompetent whore – mongering assassin, which incidentally he plays brilliantly, and just can’t pull it off. Because of Mickey’s ineptitude, Brad Pitt’s character, Jackie Cogan is forced to make all the hits himself. The dark humor here is that Jackie Cogan is as sociopathic as it gets but sometimes you might think he’s a nice guy because he doesn’t like to see people suffer unnecessarily (hence the title of the film) which is why Mickey is called in to begin with. The question is whether Jackie has genuine empathy for his victims or is it just the fact that it’s an inconvenience to have the guy you’re about to kill – cry, piss his pants, pray to Jesus, etc. right before he dies.

  This movie has classic and I mean classic dialogue and here’s just a taste from Jackie at the end of the movie regarding the myth of Thomas Jefferson and our so – called “noble” founding “bull – shit artists” fathers:  “My friend, Jefferson is an American saint because he wrote the words All men are created equal – words he clearly didn’t believe, since he allowed his own children to live in slavery. He was a rich wine SNOB who was sick of paying taxes to the Brits. ..yea, so he wrote some lovely words and aroused the rabble & they went out and died for those words, while he sat back & drank his wine and fucked his slave – girl …this guy (Jackie points at a bar TV screen with Obama spewing another one of his BS speeches about equality) wants to tell me we’re living in a community, don’t make me laugh ! I’m living in America & in America you’re on your own …America is not a country, it’s just a business – NOW FUCKEN PAY ME !!! ”  Check this out

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zK-b0INu1k

So WhaDaYaThink ? What Do you think ? I read the comments on Netflix (about a 100 or so) and people either absolutely love the movie or despise it. The problems with the film are 1. The one actor is Australian (I think) and hard to understand 2. The street lingo is off the charts & 3. It’s a thinking man’s film, so you have to fill in some gaps. I watched the movie twice before I blogged just to make sure I got it. Not to give away too much, but check out how bad – ass Brad Pitt is here

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qK7fvqeLnq0

 

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The Three Muskateers

July 25th, 2013 by Magdalena Tabor

samkatieWhen you think of Keith and Katie, you naturally include Sam. My nephew Keith raised him  from a pup, and when he met his future wife Katie, she embraced them both as a package deal. They never went anywhere without Sam, inexorably linked like the parts of an interlocking puzzle.

We first laid eyes on Sam when Michael and I arrived at my brother’s house in the mountains several summers ago. I knew ahead of time to expect him there but purposely neglected to tell Michael to prevent any angst on his part knowing his aversion to German Shepherds stemmed from an unfortunate childhood experience. When our Jeep pulled up the driveway alongside the house, there he was sprawled formidably on the front lawn, the quintessential Big Bad Wolf, all toothy grin. Oh no, Michael muttered in distress. Even I had my reservations but didn’t let on. Dogs invariably sense fear. They say he’s really mellow, I offered as we both sat strapped to our seats reluctant to get out. Just then the family bounded out of the house and we were more inclined to join them. They were right. Sam was so calm, he ignored us entirely.

Keith and Katie had made the long trek from Arizona choosing to drive cross country so they could bring Sam along. This ritual was repeated nearly every summer since, sometimes staying for the entire season until they were called away on a job assignment. In the business of assessing disaster sights nationwide for insurance purposes, wherever they were sent, Sam tagged along. This was not always convenient when attempting to smuggle a 150 pound pedigree into a hotel room restricting pets. Explicit instructions were delivered to hotel staff declining maid service in effort to conceal Sam’s living arrangements which oftentimes extended into weeks if not months before assessment in a particular disaster sight was completed. In all the years Sam accompanied them, they were never found out.

In more recent times, Sam’s age had taken its toll, forcing him to become more and more sedentary. Keith and Katie would stop at nothing to make him more comfortable, including the purchase of a water bed and even attaching a set of wheels to his hind legs for added mobility. However, try as they might, it was only a matter of time before they faced the inevitable. That time came today at 4 pm Arizona time, 7 pm New York time. Sam was euthanized by the local veterinarian. At the appointed time, we all sent happy thoughts Sam’s way. Thoughts of grass green meadows where he could run unimpeded by the infirmities that restricted him the latter part of his life. Thoughts of joyful family reunions under cheerful summer skies, Sam bouncing with endless energy like the puppy he once was.

Keith and Katie, we know how very difficult this is for you and there are no words to express the ache in our hearts that match your own. We just can’t imagine Sam without the two of you. The three muskateers bushwacking your way through the jungles of upstate New York or exploring the deserts of the wild west. You gave Sam the very best of yourselves and he reciprocated love and loyalty immeasurable. Sam, we will miss your stately presence. Happy Trails.

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Would You Vote For “Carlos Danger” ?

July 24th, 2013 by Michael Tabor

postweinI am shocked that there are people out there who are still willing to give Anthony Weiner another chance. Now, for clarification purposes, the most recent revelation is that his creepy “sexting” did cease (as far as we know) after he announced his decision to run for mayor of New York City, however the aberrant behavior continued on for about another year after he resigned from congress in 2011.

In my opinion, even if he was a single man, the erect penis photos and the “tweets” were and are monumentally inappropriate and laughably lame (Carlos Danger ??? ) The fact that he’s a married man whose wife had just given birth to a boy just exacerbates the perception of his behavior.

Even if you’re super liberal and you find his antics just a matter of innocuous flirtation (I find it unfathomable that a person would really think this way, but…), his actions nevertheless outraged the public, his constituency, and his colleagues enough to ask and demand that he resign in the first place, so why would he continue to do it ??? He’s clearly demonstrated that he’s suffering from some sort of pathology and needs treatment. Furthermore, it’s obvious that he’s a reckless man (Carlos Danger)and not fit for representing the public and making important decisions on our behalf.

So WhaDaYaThink ? What do you think ?Weiner supporters may suggest that, not unlike the Bill Clinton/Monica Lewinsky affair, this is a personal matter between Anthony Weiner and his wife, Huma Abedin and has nothing to do with being mayor and public policy.  Fair enough, vote for him, I think he’s creepy.

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Do We Have Freewill?

July 22nd, 2013 by Michael Tabor

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I’ve always thought that the freewill/determinism argument was one of the most interesting bones of contention in all of philosophy because it really does touch on what Sam Harris says “everything that makes us distinctly human.” Just imagine if we indeed did not have freewill -everyone would have to rethink his or her position about morality, law, politics, of course all of the major monotheistic religions, personal accomplishment, intimacy, feelings of guilt and responsibility, and quite frankly, EVERYTHING. Not until I watched this video lecture http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_FanhvXO9Pk  I’d always thrown my hat into the freewill camp, but now I’m not so sure where I stand; the arguments for everything that we do as being determined are so strong and compelling that I now just don’t know ummmm….

So WhaDaYaThink ? What do you think ? I can spell out all of the salient points and arguments for and against freewill but if you can find the time to watch this video  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_FanhvXO9Pk  , Sam Harris can and does this far better than I can ever do (Sam Harris has written a book on freewill and has been thinking about and studying the concept his whole life).  As Sam states in this monumentally profound lecture, initially one may think that not having freewill to be grim and depressing but actually if you think it through, it’s actually incredibly liberating; essentially your life doesn’t change one iota except  you may become a more compassionate, understanding and tolerant person and you lose the baggage of pride, guilt, and remorse which were no fun anyway.

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Tyler Talks Toy Shop

July 21st, 2013 by Magdalena Tabor

tylerEver notice how excited the Human Beans get about the toys they buy for you? One would think they were going to play with them themselves. They parade in armed with bags and much commotion talking amongst themselves about how they “only went in to buy one thing”. Out of these bags, spilling onto the floor are assorted objects made up of feathers, bells and pom poms announcing their arrival like trumpets heralding the birth of a new king while the Beans prance about like jesters disturbing a perfectly sound sleep. They begin by poking prodding and jiggling these objects while frantically repeating my name over and over like deranged clowns desperate for attention. I watch through half closed eyes feigning sleep and boredom as they finally give it up abandoning the objects and peace reigns once more. Thank the Egyptian god Isis, they have gone.

I move a tentative paw towards the mouse that more resembles a crazed inmate in prison garb than rodent. It jingles. Must be the chains on his ankles. It lies still playing possum but I’m familiar with his game. With a single swipe he’s sent flying trapeze-like under the sofa back to Alcatraz. Several musical spheres head in the same direction deftly delivered with poised precision. The rat will need them to amuse himself as there is no escape from the island.

All that’s left is a long slender strip of striped cloth posing as a rattler acutely aware of its unappealing existence. I leave it alone. It’s liable to make a fool of me. To this the Beans return nearly a quarter of an hour later incredulously asking “what happened to all of the toys???” Shock and disbelief mar their previously joyous expressions as they glare accusingly at me. They stoop on all fours (finally maneuvering in an acceptable manner) to look for the useless objects but sensibly avoid Alcatraz. Too risky.

The obvious position of my relaxed state assures them of my innocence and releases them from any further embarrassment. YAWN! Now where’s my dinner?

So…………….whadayathink? Do you have to put up with this insane form of behavior from your Beans? Any ideas on how to better control them? I think tripping them up from time to time may help.

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The Lyrics

July 19th, 2013 by Michael Tabor

Everyone of course thinks that putting the Boston bomber’s mug on the cover of The Rolling Stone was perhaps the worst editorial decision  made by any magazine, publication, etc. Ever !!!  So, since everyone is on the same page here, and chiming in on the egregiously obvious I thought I would just throw up the lyrics of the classic tune which satires success in the music business. Here they are:

Well, we’re big rock singers

 We got golden fingers

 And we’re loved everywhere we go…(That sounds like us)

 We sing about beauty and we sing about truth

 At ten thousand dollars a show…(Right)

 We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills

 But the thrill we’ve never known

 Is the thrill that’ll getcha when you get your picture

 On the cover of the Rollin’ Stone

 (Rollin’ Stone…) Wanna see my picture on the cover

 (Stone…) Wanna buy five copies for my mother…(Yes)

 (Stone…) Wanna see my smilin’ face

 On the cover of the Rollin’ Stone…(That’s a very very good idea)

 I got a freaky ole lady name a cocaine Katy

 Who embroiders on my jeans

 I got my poor ole grey haired daddy

 Drivin’ my limousine

 Now it’s all decided to blow our minds

 But our minds won’t really be blown

 Like the blow that’ll gitcha when you get your picture

 On the cover of the Rollin’ Stone

 (Rollin’ Stone…) Wanna see our pictures on the cover

 (Stone…) Wanna buy five copies for our mothers…(Yeah)

 (Stone…) Wanna see my smilin face

 On the cover of the Rollin’ Stone

[Talking]

 Hey, I know how

 Rock and roll…

[Instrumental]

 Ah, that’s beautiful

 We got a lot of little teenage blue eyed groupies

 Who do anything we say

 We got a genu-wine Indian Guru

 Who’s teaching us a better way

 We got all the friends that money can buy

 So we never have to be alone

 And we keep gettin’ richer but we can’t get our picture

 On the cover of the Rollin’ Stone

 (Rollin’ Stone…) Wanna see my picture on the cover

 (Stone…) Wanna buy five copies for my mother…(Wa wa)

 (Stone…) Wanna see my smilin’ face

 On the cover of the Rollin’ Stone

 On the cover of the Rollin’…

 (Stone…) Wanna see my picture on the cover

[Talking]

 I don’t know why we ain’t on the cover, baby…

 (Stone…) Wanna buy five copies for my mother

[Talking]

 We’re beautiful subjects…

 (Stone…) Wanna see my smilin’ face

[Talking]

 I ain’t kiddin’, we would make a beautiful cover…

 On the cover of the Rollin’ Stone…

[Talking]

 Fresh shot, right up front, man…

 I can see it now, we’ll be up in the front…

 Smilin’, man…

 Ahh, beautiful… rollingsto

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“We’re All Made of the Same Star Stuff” – Carl Sagan

July 17th, 2013 by Michael Tabor

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The title of this blog sounds very “New Agey” but the truth of the matter is it’s grounded and supported by hard science.  Scientists and cosmologists know a lot of things, are learning and discovering new facts about the universe every day, and can even tell you what happened 1/1000 of a second after the big bang. The one thing (I’ve blogged about this before

http://whadawethink.com/2012/09/the-question-to-which-nobody-has-the-answer/) we are clueless about is what happened or what was going on a second before the big bang. However, we don’t have to have this information to know for sure that we are all made of the same star stuff.

A man living in Yemen, a worm in your garden, a venomous snake slithering around in the Amazon jungles of Brazil, a country rat, a rock, a piece of chocolate, the planet Pluto, a star that is positioned 100 light years away from our planet earth, just absolutely everything, etc. Now some of the aforementioned things are living entities, but everything I mentioned  is indeed matter and occupies space. Another fact is that all this “stuff” came from the same source – an unspeakably and unfathomably hot and dense infinitesimally small particle which exploded 13.798 billion years ago.

This scientific fact means that dualism or the notion that there is a distinct and separate unconnected self is therefore an illusion. Everything is one and is the basic tenet of eastern philosophy and Buddhism which was established 2,550 years ago and now confirmed by science last century.

So WhaDaWeThink ? What do you think ? I did not even touch on real entities that have no matter, yet certainly exist such as gravity, dark – matter, anti – matter, love, empathy, emotions, etc.

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