e=mc² or the question before, what could loving possibly learn from or even taught to einstein?

22nd street between 9th and 10th avenue in the city of new york, on the island of manhattan brought two magnificient scientists/artists/minds of madness together for merely one hour thirty one minutes and fifteen seconds of greatness. on just this here evening, the second to last day in the month of january, the year two thousand and eight (or the year two thousand according to the ethiopian Ge'ez calender.)

What would have happened if there had been more than the 1 hr 31 min and 15 sec is the question that will forever be asked in the minds of historians?

an unidentified witness who happened to look up was quoted as saying, "i looked up and immediately felt a sense of euphoria all over my body, from my head to my toes. i smiled and laughed as i saw two bearded men diving under a table, crawling like children and cackling like jackals!"

the first top secret photograph was the apartment where these two forces of energy met. this photograph was taken by an undercover double agent working both for the department of energy and for the national security agency at the department of air, wind, space and oxygen (a branch of both the 2008 olympic committee of the planet of light and that of the meadow of love.)

this same double agent happened to capture some of the experiments that occurred during this time. these are only three of the 71 photo images recorded.

be assured, the other 68 are in a secure location. einstein and loving can barely been seen. the question is...

were they even ever really there?

love and health to all...

incubated then flew...

this past tuesday i may have been incubated with a fierce flu, courtesy of a dear friend of mine who will name nameless. i still got heaps of love for him, but alas, after a few days of incubating in my body i woke up friday morning, darn depleted, with a fever, the quick chills and quicker sweats and the determination to make this weekend, the starting line to my health. everything was put on the back burner and i spent my days with my five new best friends- my couch, my water bottle, tylenol, a blanket and a box of kleenex. we all know what it is like, hurt up, hemmed up, a red runny nose as sore as anything. "piss it out," is what my mom used to say. and it's true, although a family friend put it this way, "force fluids. force fluids." different words, same meaning. here's a secret for a rough nose, tired of tissues, slap on heaps of petroleum jelly before bed, by morning the nose will be as soft as a baby's bottom. grape jelly or strawberry jam i can't make that same promise, but vaseline, it does a nose right.

here's my shadow and young lady leaving her home at sunrise in argentina. spring '07.

love and health to all...

el vice presidente

i wonder if we'll ever have a president or a vice president of the united states of america who will ride to work on a bicycle or a car like this... hopefully we will, but probably we won't. i wonder what the reality of the world would be if our president could ride to work on a two wheeled, human powered transport. certainly we'd be closer to peace and understanding, helping our neighbors and loving our communities.

just a thought for tuesday to think.

love and health to all...

shadow boxing

santiago de chile. spring 2007.

love and health to all...

bienvenidos sinodo presbiteriano boriquen campamento guacio

A place for sermons in the village of Guacio, San Sebastian, Puerto Rico.

January 2008.

love and health to all...

a film of fun...

...in the tradition of homemade video of fun to share, i have decided to upload to this blog the first ever small short film. fun with family is important, that's all i gotta say about this one.

love and health to all...

"Brother This 3 Guy's Are Real Friends" -from felipe's letter

since tuesday morning i have been journeying the island of puerto rico with my two closest compañeros- mi hermano y mi padre. puerto rico has been a great place to explore both on foot and by the gas powered vehicle that we rented upon our arrival.

the morning our journey began -before p.r.- 4 am nyc time, we were greeted in the dark big apple dawn by our good friend and man of constant positive vibrations- felipe. felipe has been a doorman in our building since the dawn of man and he mentioned that his brother had just moved back to retire in the hometown they were both raised in. thus at 4 am, felipe handed us a a sheet of red and blue lined paper, a one page note to his bro, praise for the three of us, and directions to his bro's cribbo. which, basically stated- Drive to San Sebastian ask for the town of Guasio, Las Marias and El Puente de Guasio- then ask for his fams, the town knows them.

"The town is not that big," the letter stated, "sure finding easy."

It ended with, "ENJOY YOUR TRIP ON THE ILAND. Your doorman and old friend, Felipe." And then on the back, "Tell my brother to send me the real address of the house."

Fast forward to Avis rent a car, san juan... We headed out with a tank full of gas, a map of pr and this note. Hours later we were heading west then east then west again, back and forth asking numerous folks about the puente, finally we made it to the bridge and to the main street. We went from house to house knocking on doors and asking folks if they knew felipe's brother. finally we found felipe's brother's sisters sister whose husband took us up the mountain to meet jose, felipe's brother.

It was a beautiful moment and his positive vibrations, addictive like felipe's shined through. We hung out with him, his wife and two of jose's brother in laws. Jose showed us his massive oranges, tangerines, banana trees and mango trees and the fresh cafe that was just picked. It was beautiful and certainly worth a six hour detour.

here are some highlights- one of the signs from Guacio "Communidad Especial," poppa and jose through a coffee branch and finally, the big fams.

love and health in this new year to all...