Please check out this week’s Utopia / Dystopia. What’s in it? Well, it’s mostly about Utopia so it’s really about people trying to do the very best they can and understanding that their efforts are counted as teamwork. Maybe good rules to live by in a selfish brutal world that is not going anywhere good and it’s getting there fast.

From the complaints department, check out the daily blog. Was this a good week? I’m just completely demotivated from living with my gopnik neighbors. It’s a microcosm of life with all Russians and maybe in terms of my doctorate in sociology, maybe it was worth the effort. I just feel bad for their children and truthfully I feel bad for my neighbors. I’ve got this idea in my head that if this last ride that my neighbor’s wife just took ends in a horrible fiery traffic accident, by the time those first 15 minutes of shock went by, I think this place would start to heal pretty quickly. Again, it’s a microcosm of all life with Russians. They stop pushing pollution, everything starts to get better almost immediately.

Me? It’s Shabbos. I’ve already done my meal prep for tonight. I’m going with a lot of veggies with some noodles and I’ll make some bread and hummus. It’s enough. It’s kind of the same thing every week but at this time of the year, when all it takes is a walk into the yard to come back with five kilos of vegetables, I really can’t complain too much.

That’s the thing, you know. I really never have figured out what the problem is. I have a student and at least we’ve made it clear between ourselves that I am going to be the boss and he’s going to be the worker. This is not s&m and I’m not trying to destroy anyone’s ego. I am not a professional prostitute, unlike several people who have often been mentioned. It’s just a matter of getting the information across the table. It’s not even about technique. You have to have someone trying to get that information.

Football season is starting and when I was a little boy, my father used to send me out on pass routes. I kind of like my hands these days. I had very soft hands as a child but right now my hands are looking pretty good. They can not only do the job of hand cutting a bunch of grass, they can even play some guitar at the end of the day.

Yeah, I really wish the people of the land of the hammer and sickle would go back to using hammers and sickles instead of gasoline powered instruments and computers. It’s amazing to me that with all of the world renowned hackers writing complete bullshit posts that actually work in hijacking economies and politics that I can’t get a bloody secretary who knows how to do WordPress.

So, I really wanted to write something good. That was my first idea 4 years ago? I wanted to write something that I believed in and I wanted to write without compromise. And if it’s absolutely impossible to write without compromise, let’s just say I’m definitely an a student. The true Mark of an honest man, and honest person, is that they know when they are lying. The same is not true for liars. They often have no clue what they are doing and don’t care who gets hurt standing next to their incompetent Hysteria.

Anyway, pop the seat belt and lock up the car for a couple of days. Think about what would really be a tasty meal and then supersize it. Make yourself a clean place to crash and maybe pick out some things to read or pay attention to while you take your hospital day. You want to get up and walk around, get up and walk around. Just remember that it’s our day off and you don’t have a damn thing to do. That’s right. On Shabbos, you don’t have any responsibility unless you definitely believe it’s life and death. If you can get away with not doing it, don’t do it and you can worry about it on Sunday.

Let It go. Let it be. When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me speaking words of wisdom, let It be.

I don’t actually get visited by mother Mary. I get my attention from mother Nature. It’s actually also Father nature. It’s mother and father nature. It’s one concept but there’s a duality. It’s like we are all people but some of us are male and some of us are female. God is nature and nature is God but God and nature are a duality of male and female. It has to be. It has to be. Because of it wasn’t, none of us would be here and I would not be writing this endless string of words trying to get something good to happen in the world.