Archive for January, 2009

20
January

Thirst for the Teet

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My mother never breast-fed me. She told me she liked me as a friend.” Rodney Dangerfield

I had finished teaching a yoga class at a studio in a somewhat remote area on the East Coast. One student named Anasoli sat with me afterwards chatting about exotic chocolate, medicinal marijuana, the Grateful Dead, and various topics commonly discussed among hippies.

As we wound down the conversation, Anasoli said, “Well my husband and child just pulled up outside.”

But she wasn’t going anywhere.

Her little boy ran into the studio screaming, “Mamma, mamma! I’m thirsty.”

Anasoli said to me, “Larbird needs to drink before we hit the road.”

The boy lifted up her shirt and began to suck on his mommy’s teet. Ordinarily, I would think nothing of it. But this boy wore a Boston Celtics jersey with “Garnett” on the back, and had oddly defined calf muscles. Point being, he was quite old to be breastfeeding.

I stood there motionless, speechless, unsure what to do.

“Larbird, that’s his name?” I mumbled.

“Yeah, after Larry Bird. We’re huge Celtics fans,” she replied.

“And ah, how old is Larbird?” I inquired.

“Oh he’s 8 years old,” she said patting him on the butt. “You almost done honey?”

I sought further clarity, “So he just really likes the taste? Is that what it is?”

“Well the taste and we have a very special connection,” she added. “Y’know, I never want him to grow up.”

I felt like I was playing with fire. Clearly this lady was a little off center so I wasn’t sure if one question too many would send her reeling.

“And when will you, ah, consider him, ah, grown up enough to drink from a bottle? Or should I say keg? I mean can.”

She quickly chimed in, “Well we’ve been told it’s making people uncomfortable especially at Red Sox games. Which I don’t understand cause soft drinks are so expensive at the ballpark. Why should my son not be allowed to drink for free? But anyway, I figure we better keep it private. When he starts puberty it might really freak people out.”

Just then Larbird finished, removed his head from under his mommy’s shirt, turned to me, burped loudly in the way only an 8 year can burp loudly, rubbed the excess milk form his lips and cheek, put his hand up for a high five (to which I obliged), and walked off to daddy waiting in the car.

It was a strange moment. I looked at the Shiva statue to my right.  I noticed a copy of the Bhagavad Gita on the table to my left. I smelled the faint scent of Nag Champa incense. As I looked at my hand which Larbird had just high-fived, I saw a bit of milk dripping down my arm.

In this remote corner of the northeastern United States, I’d reached a fork in the road. Either I was a conservative, watered down, yuppie yogi freaked out by some good ol’ fashioned mothering. Or Anasoli had held a headstand just a tad too long.

****

I recently found out that a family whom I’ve known for most of my life was one of many victims in the Madoff ponzi scheme. The father of this family was super wealthy, “wise,” and even-keeled, an icon in my community. Now he’s bankrupt with barely a dime to his name.

Who and what can be trusted nowadays? It seems all the systems and infrastructure in our society are falling apart. Without that underlying comfort and support, we are left searching for what the yogis call The Mother’s Energy.  If you can’t get comfort from the bank and you can’t get it from the money maven and you can’t get it from community leaders, there’s only one place to go.

The proverbial “teets“…otherwise known as those ancient and sacred sources of warmth and nourishment…whether they be prayer, a trip to church or temple, or a sacred text. Over the past several years, these are things for which most of us have had less and less time. And in our furious drive toward progress and possessions, we’ve lost our way.

I’d like to suggest 2009 as the year where it will be right and true to say “to hell with progress.” I’d like to suggest 2009 as the year where putting a knee in the dirt and a hand to the heart will trump any action, invention, or transaction.

Because while an 8 year old breastfeeding in public is a bit awkward, we are never too old, and never too advanced, and never too mature to seek, sulk, even cry for the Mother’s Energy.

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20
January
The Schtick (A Jewish Christmas in Rural Texas)

“Our loyalties must transcend our race, our tribe, our class, and our nation; and this means we must develop a world perspective.” Martin Luther King

Toward the end of college, I was dating a very conservative woman, Catherine Harris, from a town 100 miles north of Houston.  It was my first true girlfriend and as it goes with love, the sky was the limit. We were young and full of spunk which of course translates to “beaucoup du sex.” So for her holiday present, I went to a local XXX shop and bought her an Odyssey Tickler Turbo XRG GT.

We planned on having our own gift exhange under a mini Christmas tree at which time she’d open my fun surprise. But before the fun could get started, we planned to visit her oh so conservative mother and father in rural Texas for a family Christmas.  Her father was a farmer, her mother a kindergarten teacher. I was the strange Jewish boyfriend from LA.

I had some fabulous presents for her family and if my background and religion would not put them at ease, I figured some nice gifts could do the trick.

We sat around the tree on Christmas morning, her parents eyeing me suspiciously like an ugly mutt sniffing the hind of their fine pure bred daughter.

Mrs. Harris opened her expensive juicer. Mr. Harris opened his box of Cuban cigars.

“Well David, I must say we are touched by your generosity,” Mrs. Harris very hesitantly remarked with a hint of a smile.

Then Catherine picked up her gift that I brought along for her to open in front of her family. A gold necklace.

But when I saw the words “GT” under the first bit of wrapping paper that Catherine peeled back, I tried to signal for her to stop opening the gift. ABORT!

Too late. Catherine turned white as she realized what lay in the box. But worse was Mrs. Harris’s expression when she saw the image on the side of the box:   A naked lady expressing her pleasure at the effects of the tickler when turned on the “TicklerTurbo” setting.

“What is it honey?” Mr. Harris asked still excited about his Cubans.

I wish Catherine would have said something to cover my ass…but no.

While glaring me down, Mrs. Harris informed her husband in a stern tone, “He bought our daughter a vibrator to give to her right in front of her beloved parents.”

“A what?” Mr Harris asked, clearly not schooled in the finer ways of love.

But this nightmare was worsening. Someone would have to explain to Mr. Harris the function of the Odyssey Tickler Turbo XRG GT.

“Catherine would you like to explain to your father or should I do it?”

Catherine was speechless.

Mrs. Harris spoke with an odd confidence, “It’s a machine whose vibrating action stimulates the clitoris and brings a woman, in this case your beloved daughter Catherine O’Sullivan Harris, to climax.”

“I’m sorry honey, climax, just what are you saying?” Mr. Harris asked naively.

Catherine did nothing, just sitting there frozen in fear of her overbearing mother and naive father.

Mrs. Harris proceeded to take the Tickler out of the box and held it in her right hand while grabbing a framed family portrait which she held in her left hand.

“Catherine O’Sullivan Harris, you choose right now.  This rude boy from the Hebrew nation or your fine family rooted in deep Texas tradition. One or the other!”

I hoped and prayed she would recall all the wonderful memories and rescue our relationship. But when Catherine said “Mama, damn the boy from the Hebrew nation!”… I was toast.

*****

Mark Twain wrote, “Loyalty to petrified opinions never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul in this world–and never will.”  Whether it’s an uncle’s poor investment advice, or a girlfriend who will hang you out to dry with the slightest misstep, where is your anchor and will it hold up to these fierce winds of change?

When doubting one’s loyalty, try the million dollar question. “Would this person stay by my side if I accidentally gave her an Odyssey Tickler Turbo XRG GT in front of her parents, colleagues, or friends?”  If the answer in your mind is a resounding “no,” maybe it’s time to reconsider the relationship.

As we pan through the chaos of this era, we may find the remains of broken marriages, destroyed businesses, and shattered confidence. But the golden nuggets left glimmering in the dust will be expressions, actions, and symbols of loyalty. Because wealth can evaporate overnight and material possessions can disappear with the strike of a match. But true loyalty, like true love, is impenetrable to fire, wind, and recession. As Kahlil Gibran said, “Love is the only freedom in the world because it so elevates the spirit that the laws of humanity and the phenomena of nature do not alter its course.”

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16
January

Bird on Shoulder

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Funny moment:   January 13, 2009     Outside of Walgreens in Santa Monica

As I left Walgreens, I saw this man standing out front. On his shoulder was some kind of colorful bird. I was alarmed and ran up to the man, “Excuse me sir, you have a large bird on your shoulder!”

The man turned to me, “Hey f–k you wiseass!”

What the hell? I was trying to help the guy out!

“Old man!” I shouted back angrily and threw my bottle of viagara at him.

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16
January

Shrimp and Grits

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January 11, 2009           4:40pm          Slidell, Lousiana               

After a down home Southern weekend of Livin’ the Moment in Slidell, Lousiana, the talented chef-yogini Susan Sebastian cooked up some Shrimp n’ Grits. 

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