November 10, 2006

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  To be lost
  in the lushness
  of your love
  fallen down in beauty

  Heart full
  mind magnetic
  loins tingling
  body welcome.

  © 2006  Laurie B

  Feeling trapped? Slow down!

  If you’re having difficulty coming up with new ideas, then
  slow down. For me, slowing down has been a tremendous source of creativity. It
  has allowed me to open up — to know that there’s life under the earth and that
  I have to let it come through me in a new way. Creativity exists in the present
  moment. You can’t find it anywhere else.

  – Natalie Goldberg

  Feeling trapped in some way? Give yourself space. Space to
  do nothing but breathe. To intentionally relax those tight muscles. To just for
  a few precious minutes, let it all go.

  The world will keep turning if you tune out for a short
  while. And your world will begin to recover its balance.

  It’s important to be heroic, ambitious, productive,
  efficient, creative, and progressive, but these qualities don’t necessarily
  nurture soul. The soul has different concerns, of equal value: downtime for
  reflection, conversation, and reverie; beauty that is captivating and
  pleasuring; relatedness to the environs and to people; and any animals rhythm of
  rest and activity.

  – Thomas Moore

  Explore different meditation techniques to overcome
  anxiety, stress and mediocrity. Attain more balance and harmony in your life.

  Master of the Hawaiian Guitar Sol Hoopii 1926-1930

  Hawaiian guitar maestro Sol Hoopii is the man in-the-know
  musicians refer to when discussing the innovators of slide steel guitar.
  Combining brisk and breezy interpretations of late 1920s and early 1930s jazz
  standards with Hawaiian traditionals, Hoopii’s repertoire conjures a laid-back
  hammock-by-the-shore vibe. His slide sound is a benevolently haunting spirit
  from Hawaii past, serenading you on the ocean wind. Hoopii came to fame and
  fortune by stowing away in 1919 on a California-bound cruise ship out of Hawaii.
  Once caught, according to legend, the crew let him pay his way by entertaining
  the passengers with his incredible playing. He went on to influence generations
  of slide steel guitarists, including the whole Nashville sound. Master of the
  Hawaiian Guitar collects a wealth of Hoopii’s 78 sides. Made even more sweet
  and magical by the passage of time, this is the sort of music you want with you
  on that desert-island escape.

  Tracks tend to alternate between funky
  races around quirky, old jazz and blues melodies, as in “Twelfth Street Rag” and
  the knock-around “Farewell Blues,” which runs a blues progression, stopping at a
  certain stretch for a little shuffle of knuckles on the frets and body of his
  guitar. Hoopii’s timing here is incredible. The vibe is relaxed yet totally
  focused, and full of odd, little crowd-pleasing touches like the
  waterfall-mimicking cascades of notes in the track “Hula Blues.” It’s as if
  there was a feeling of farewell back when the recording was made, of beauty too
  perfect to last, imminent departure times, and friends fading from view behind
  the dunes.

  Sol Hoopii also had a brief career in movies and recorded a
  plethora of sides, but his spirit is kept alive mainly through the playing of
  other steel guitarists. Despite this iconic status, Hoopii’s music never
  abandons its sense of mellowness. The man was just doing his thing; a
  self-taught island native whose beautiful, dreamlike sound helped popularize the
  steel guitar and the slide style that would spread around the world to different
  genres. In this essential compilation, you don’t hear any of that hoopla and
  furor; just the perfect sound of a deceptively lackadaisical-sounding slide
  guitar, one that encompasses the billowing of dune weeds, the blue water, and
  the setting sun, leaving a pink impression on the clouds streaking the sky.

  	Listen to all sound clips from this CD
  “Twelfth Street Rag” “Hula Blues” “Sweet Lei Lehua”

  Buy this CD

  EMERGENCY ON THE WAY HOME

  Two women friends had gone for a
  girl’s night out.  Both were very
  faithful and loving wives, however they had
  gotten over-enthusiastic on
  the Bacardi Breezers.  Incredibly drunk and
  walking home, they needed to
  pee.  So they decided to stop in a nearby
  cemetery. 

  Having nothing to wipe with, one of them thought she would
  take off her
  panties and use them.  Her friend however was wearing a rather
  expensive
  pair of panties and did not want to ruin them, but was lucky enough
  to
  squat down next to a grave that had a wreath with a ribbon on it, so
  she
  proceeded to wipe with it.  After the girls did their business
  they
  proceeded to go home. 

  The next day one of the women’s husbands
  was concerned that his normally
  sweet and innocent wife was still in bed hung
  over, so he phoned the other
  husband and said, “These damn girl’s nights out
  have got to stop.  I’m
  starting to suspect the worst.  My wife came home with
  no panties!”

  “That’s nothing”, said the other husband, “Mine came back
  with a card
  stuck between her butt cheeks that said:  “From all of us at the
  Sheriff’s
  Department, We’ll never forget you.”

  

  

  Have a great TGIF!

  I love you!!

  
  

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