It Ain’t All Bad News, Folks!


* Faith in humanity restored! *


Harris Rosen went from Hell’s Kitchen in New York to a Quality Inn in Orlando, spending the first half of his career rising from poverty to make millions and the second half giving away millions. He saw a run-down, drug-infested section of Orlando called Tangelo Park and wanted to help. In 1993 he started offering free preschool for all children aged 2-4, free parenting classes and educational opportunities for parents, and a free college education for high school graduates. Today, the area has transformed, and the high school graduation rate for Tangelo Park is 100 percent. When the water rises, all ships rise – and Rosen has turned the tide.

CHRISTIE’S Sale 2793 Lot 466


Jean-Michel Basquiat (1960-1988)

jean-michel_basquiat_untitled_d5739664hUntitled (Portrait of Steven Lack)

Sale Information

And now is comes… wait for it… just a little more patience, tararatatatah:

Estimate (Set Currency)

  • $400,000 – $600,000

Ralphie: “One thing’s for sure: I ain’t bidding!”


Divorce! – Joke

Publicity photo of Constance Bennett from Star...

Publicity photo of Constance Bennett from Stars of the Photoplay (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


From “funny jokes & pics “


An old man in Miami calls up his son in New York and says, “Listen, your mother and I are getting divorced. Forty-five years of
misery is enough.”
“Dad, what are you talking about?” the son screams.
“We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,” he says. “I’m sick of her face, and I’m sick of talking about this, so call your sister in Chicago and tell her,” and he hangs up.
Now, the son is

worried. So he calls up his sister. She says, “Like heck they’re getting divorced!” and calls her father immediately. “You’re not getting divorced! Don’t do another thing, the two of us are flying home tomorrow to talk about this. Until then, don’t call a lawyer, don’t file a paper, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and she hangs up.
The old man turns to his wife and says “Okay, they’re coming for Christmas and paying their own airfares.”


Please, WordPress, These People Need Help!!!

By: TigerLillyxxx On Experience Project:

1) Many people are trapped in high rises.
No food, water, and heat.
Extraction teams need to deploy NOW.
2) New York needs WATER.
6 to 10 Semi loads of water ASAP.
This info comes from contacts of friends
who have been called pleading for this help.
Anyone who can make this happen…
do so now please.

Please forward this info to all on your list:
I just spoke with a Sheriff friend in DE this is what he is reporting:
DE is fine, South NJ is fine, North NJ is NOT fine, NYC is not fine, Long Island is NOT fine. 4 wheel drive vehicles would be very helpful and human help are needed desperately. They are having problems with electrical, sewer, gas lines – this is where people can help. Now, they do need water, food and clothing and with a Nor’Ester coming, warm clothing but manpower is and will be most appreciated. If 20 or 30K people show up this would be great!!!!!!!
Per Jeff, ANYONE OR ANY GROUP that heads up north is to call the designated county that they want to go to and call that Sheriff’s Dept. they will advise where the most help depending on what load you have, i.e. 4 wheel drive, no 4 wheel drive but water, no water but food. People are a must!!!!!!!!

Please note that needs change on a daily basis, so if someone calls and they are directed to a certain location that may not be the same location once they arrive if they are spending two days on the road to get there. They are set up with the local PD and the PD’s are keeping track of what is needed and where.


Edvard Munch murals in Oslo canteen face sell-off.

Edvard Munch was commissioned to paint the frieze in the women’s canteen of Kraft’s Oslo factory in 1920

A factory canteen in Oslo which contains murals by Norwegian painter Edvard Munch is set to be sold.

Munch was commissioned to paint the frieze of 12 large paintings in 1920 and they were originally installed in the factory’s women’s canteen.

The light-suffused images depict everyday scenes from resort towns on Norway’s east coast.

Kraft Foods, which owns the factory, has insisted it will ensure the paintings are well cared for if sold.

It says the factory, which makes chocolate, will remain open, but changing requirements mean surrounding buildings – including the canteen containing the Freia Frieze – may be put up for sale.

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I Don’t Get it! LOL

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Crime Doctor (comics)

Crime Doctor (comics) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A turtle was walking down an alley in New York when he was mugged by a gang of snails. A police detective came to investigate and asked the turtle if he could explain what happened.

The turtle looked at the detective with a confused look on his face and replied “I don’t know, it all happened so fast.”

Sorting Out the Junk in my Brain.

Tenzin Gyatso gives a characteristic hands-rai...

Appointing a file clerk: I was rearranging assorted neurons in my spidery attic, trying to establish some semblance of order, but I soon threw my electron arms up in the air, in despair. I might as well rename those neurons(or morons?), which govern my thought processes, “ludicrons”! It was then, that I remembered something, which my Gran, who was the wisest of women, had told me once. She had said, that if I ever had trouble remembering something, or if I wanted to organise my attic, that I should appoint an imaginary file clerk, name him, and then I would be able to summon him at will, later on. I might as well give this a try, but I did not envy the poor sod his task, which was gargantuan. I hope, that he has better luck than Sisyphus.I named him Bob, gave him an office in my subconscious and left him there to get on with it. A subconscious can be handy sometimes, if you want to relegate a job, that you had rather not do yourself.

This mental labour had as yet left me childless, except perhaps for Bob. I therefore decided to try my hand at meditation. However, my hand proved to be an uncooperative, little so-and-so. The more I tried, the more I did not succeed. But then, I had long ago swept the notion of a void, a vacuum or nothingness under the carpet, for the dust mites to gnaw on. I finally let go and immersed myself in my favourite state of Zen, to be at one with the all, the whole, which has no frontiers of any kind(I greeted Captain Pickard, while I was there!).

Eat Pray Love

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This reminded me of a supplicant, who had come to the Dalai Lama, filled to the brim with questions. The latter had remarked, that the man was so full of questions as to leave no room for any answers. To let go is the key, but is far from easy! I thought to myself, that my wish for peace and tranquility was a tad futile in an ever changing universe. This left me, if not at peace, then at least with a modicum of well-being.

Next, I was transported to Elisabeth Gilbert´s book: Eat, Pray, Love, which sports an anecdote about a guru, who when complained to by his disciples, that a kitten was disturbing their meditation with its meowing, had consigned the kitten to be bound to a tree, out of hearing. This seemed to me to miss the point. Granted, it is far easier to achieve peace of mind, when all outside stimuli have been removed. But should one not seek to be able to achieve this cherished state even, or perhaps especially, when one finds oneself in the middle of New York´s central station? For is not life filled with distractions and tribulations? I thought, that the point of meditation was to help someone deal with life, in all its confusion.

Right, Bob, you may file this under the disjointed ramblings of a tired old soul! I wish you all the peace you can find.And if you should discover its hiding place, could you contact yours truly and divulge this most treasured information(perhaps you would also be kind enough as to include a map)?