OK, well 6 months from today it will be my 29th Birthday. It's just sneaking up on me isn't it. I'm listening to a new music cd by Ben Taylor -the son of James Taylor and Carly Simon) and freaky enough he sounds just like his father. So my question is when did my father's music become mine? It's strange because the other night I went to say something kind of sarcastic to Issame and realized that what I was about to say was something my mom always said. So again I ask you when did I become my mother?

Issame and I had another Sopranos marathon last night (Season 2 disc 4). I think I've passed my insomnia on to him because we were up until 2 a.m. Fuhgetaboutit!

I've been devouring this book, The Life of Pi. Here's a very entertaining and insightful paragraph from the book:

"I know a woman here in Toronto who is very dear to my heart. She was my foster mother....Though she has lived in Toronto for over thirty years , her French-speaking mind still slips on occasion on the understanding of English sounds. And so, when she first heard of Hare Krishnas, she didn't hear right. She heard "Hairless Christians", and that is what they were to her for many years. When I corrected her, I told her that in fact she was not so wrong; that Hindus, in their capacity for love, are indeed hairless Christians, just as Muslims, in the way they see God in everything, are bearded Hindus, and Christians, in their devotion to God, are hat wearing Muslims."

Priceless...

Another paragraph from a scene where this young 14 or 15 year old Hindu boy discovers a church while he is on vacation with his family and befreinds the priest there. the priest tells him the story about how Jesus dies on the cross to save us from our sins. This is his reaction, keep in mind he is the son of a zookeeper:

"...he (the priest) treated me like a grown-up; and he told me a story. Or rather, since Christians are so fond of capital letters, a Story.
And what a story. The first thing that drew me in was disbelief. What? Humanity sins but it's God's Son who pays the price? I tried to imagine Father saying to me, "Pi, a lion slipped into the llama pen today and killed 2 llamas. Yesterday another one killed a black buck....The situation has become intolerable. Something must be done. I have decided that the only way the lions can atone for their sins is if I feed you to them."
"Yes, Father, that would be the right and logical thing to do. Give me a moment to wash up."
"Hallelujah, my son."
"Hallelujah, Father."
What a downright weird story. What a peculiar psychology."

Again, priceless....

I think that if it were possible to take away the thin veil of ration that we all seem to judge the world with and lift it up and just experience and feel things and express our feelings, just think about how poetic and precious our perceptions would be. Well, we would be living the life that I believe was intended. This is such a pure and untouched impression. Gotta love it.

Read the book if you get a chance....

Ok, I've stepped off my soapbox, no more