Translation Attempt

-Happy but senseless people.

-Glücklich aber verstands-loss?

Attempting translations. Too literal. Lost.

You can’t cut water. Unless…

He started taking pictures only his eyes could see.

Rant on.

Tommi

Rambo

Mir ist was neulich eingefallen. Why do people (Germans) call (have called) Bush a Rambo? Rambo has been misunderstood for too long (especially over here). John Rambo is not the aggressor. It is the rednec, tobacco chewing Oregon Police or the sheriff, that is the aggressor.

Temple Church

What do you do when he’s got you where he wants you? There is no place to run or hide. And there is nothing left to say. How he got you here doesn’t matter because you are “here”. What do you do? How do you turn the tide of this, a result of, mis-trust? You have concluded mis-trust. And so you ponder. Is your body worth giving up so that you can somehow get out of the mess? (If that is the price.) Or do you conclude that even if you go that route it could lead to his further want of you. For that is the only key that you control. His desire. His lust. His want. (…)

Look up/at Key. What is a key? Where does it come from? How is it made? Etc.

The only way is to turn the tide of his mis-trust. Through some natural occurrence, for instance. A natural disaster. The moon changing it’s course. That which he wants is obvious. And so the answer is to make it undesirable. Like a whore weaseling out of her part of the deal by exposing a seriously versaut pussy, crusty with excess use for the day, unwashed and littered. A new Mayor of London is doing (trying) a Giuliani.  Clean up the city. All the notices and posted warnings for people (tourists) to watch their belongings, consequence must be ratified (docs that sent make any sense?)

“We vow to the comrade Lenin that we will honorably fulfill this they commandment.” Spoke and sung the strained voice of the proletariate dictatorship. As it was clearing its throat another dictator stepped in a replaced it.

When is a thought eliminated? More importantly, why is its elimination a requirement of controlling the masses? It is obvious to me, while attempting to understand the current political system in America and the west, thoughtlessness is the basis of functionality. The west has reached finality to a rather traumatic, yet cognitive, cold war period. The natural step to move byond such a period is paused by a proverbial fork in the road. One direction is to continue down the path of thinking about things. And not doing things. The other path is to remain satisfied as though you’ve done enough, sit back, relax, let the turning wheels guide. This is not unlike a vacuum. And what happens in a vacuum?

Robert Griffith Jones, Master of the Temple Church.

Question for the temple master:

-Has the fait of the temple church changed at all through the centuries?

-What in your opinion is the motivating factor for the destruction of the temples?

-Was there a preceding religious faction that became the Knights Templars?

-Is there a difference between sion and zion?

Mr. Jones:

(None of my questions were answered but here’s a few answers from others.)

-The Templars were just monks

-There was no secret.

-Mr. Jones gave an interesting explanation of Dan Brown’s usage (or misuse) of the Last Supper painting. The man to JC’s right is St. John who reaches over/across Judas to Peter to 1)respond to Peter’s request to ask JC who does he mean (will betray him) and 2) then St. John, reaching back, returning, to answer after JC has answered.

-Peter holding knife.

-St. John reaching for piece of bread–as JC proclaimed after being asked “who” will betray him and responding “he who digs his bread in wine”.

Mr. Jones did an amazing and graceful job in only 1/2 hour to counter all the conspiracies about catholic doctrine. For example.

-Yes, this moment. This moment in the Garden. Who then, if the Garden of Easter morning (at JC’s tomb) is also the Garden of Eden, who then is the snake? Is it Judah? Think of the things you’ve never thought of before.

By The Bog of Cats

“By The Bog of Cats”, by Marina Carr, starring Holly Hunt

@ Windhams Theatre, 2005.

At the end of the play I stood and clapped till I thought my hands would bleed. I also wept like the little boy I wish I were. I screamed “HOLLY, HOLLY, HOLLY, etc.” She was brilliant. Will never forget.

bog of cats ticket

I love London theatre.

Rant on.

Tommi