Though it generally took about an hour to do Leonard (Nimoy)'s makeup, the rest of us actors could each be in and out of the chair in about ten minutes. This was of course due to the much more elaborate cosmetological processes behind creating Spock, and it's also due to the fact that Leonard was much uglier than the rest of us.
"We're not making the academic progress that we need to so that there's greater preparedness for post-secondary, for work, for military participation." ~Bill Bushaw (CBS News)
“Lack of communication is the big problem in marriages today… I’d much rather see a husband and wife argue, even heatedly, than see one of them go silent and walk out of the room.”
Note those quotes? This is the opinion of Dr. Robert G. Foster, who directs the marriage counseling training program at the Menninger Clinic. He said it first-- but I sure will second it! In fact, I’ll go even farther and offer a suggestion. Why can’t a couple plan for conversation exactly as they plan a picnic or a shopping trip to town? As for where’s the time to come from, they can take it from TV. Instead of blankly tuning in to something neither really wants to see, they might map an evening this way! “Nine to ten p.m. … Turn off set… talk.”
"Odd," said Arthur, "I thought you said it was a democracy."
"I did," said Ford. "It is."
"So," said Arthur, hoping he wasn't sounding ridiculously obtuse, "why don't people get rid of the lizards?"
"It honestly doesn't occur to them," said Ford. "They've all got the vote, so they all pretty much assume that the government they've voted in more or less approximates to the government they want."
"You mean they actually vote for the lizards?"
"Oh yes," said Ford with a shrug, "of course."
"But," said Arthur, going for the big one again, "why?"
"Because if they didn't vote for a lizard," said Ford, "the wrong lizard might get in. Got any gin?"
But the first world they (children) know is still the most important. If his home is happy-- if a kid is cared about, not just for-- he can cope. When I see the "Ten Most Wanted" lists-- the WANTED posters-- I always have this thought. If we'd made them feel wanted earlier, they wouldn't be WANTED now.
To me, neutrality's a crime. A sin against yourself and your society. Know what "neuter" is? Something sterile. Impotent. Incapable of making life. You can't stay neutral and make much of any life. A person has to pick his side and fight for it. On every issue. I think it's better to be in the wrong than never in the running.
“In order to enjoy the pleasures that life offers, one must never wait for the perfect day, but make the perfect day with whatever little joy might come along.” ~“Monsieur Louis,” as remembered by Gerda Weissmann Klein in A Boring Evening at Home ©2004
The key to my survival in the dark years of slavery was the memory of what had been before: memories of my family and my childhood. There was always one picture, which I would pull up from the deepest recesses of my mind and heart. I would hold it and examine it as one would a precious jewel. It was the memory of an evening at home. The picture was that of my childhood living room. Lamplight would softly illuminate the room, and in its warm glow, my father would be smoking his pipe, reading the evening paper, while my mother worked on her needlepoint. I could see my brother sprawled on the green carpet, doing his homework while I played with my cats. An evening at home-- something I had taken utterly for granted. Seeing it from the perspective of my hard bunk, looking out at the barbed wire of the concentration camps, it became the most beautiful sight in the world. I was struck by the enormity of the fact that I had taken those evenings totally for granted, even thought of them as no more than “boring evenings at home.”
That image became my lodestar, and I knew that I could endure anything to be part of one more evening at home with my family. It is a vision that has served me well throughout my life's journey. Coming home from even the more enviable places has never disappointed me, and being at home has always restored me whenever my spirits were flagging.
"Life always gives us exactly the teacher we need at every moment. This includes every mosquito, every misfortune, every red light, every traffic jam, every obnoxious supervisor (or employee), every illness, every loss, every moment of joy or depression, every addiction, every piece of garbage, every breath. Every moment is the guru." ~Joko Beck
Like most people I lived for a long time with my mother and father... that's how Oranges begins, and it ends with the young woman, let's call her Jeanette, returning home to find things much the same-- a new electronic organ to add a bit of bass and percussion to the Christmas carols, but otherwise, it's life as it ever was-- the giant figure of the mother stooped inside the cramped house, filling it with Royal Albert and electrical goods, totting up the church accounts in a double ledger, smoking into the night underneath a haze of fly spray, her fags hidden in a box marked RUBBER BANDS.
Like most people, when I look back, the family house is held in time, or rather it is now outside of time, because it exists so clearly and it does not change, and it can only be entered through a door in the mind.
I like it that pre-industrial societies, and religious cultures still, now, distinguish between two kinds of time-- linear time, that is also cyclical because history repeats itself, even as it seems to progress, and real time, which is not subject to the clock or the calendar, and is where the soul used to live. This real time is reversible and redeemable. It is why, in religious rites of all kinds, something that happened once is re-enacted-- Passover, Christmas, Easter, or, in the pagan record, Midsummer and the dying of the god. As we participate in the ritual, we step outside of linear time and enter real time.
Time is only truly locked when we live in a mechanised world. Then we turn into clock-watchers and time-servers. Like the rest of life, time becomes uniform and standardised.
Abbie Hoffman: “I live in Woodstock Nation.”
Defense attorney: “Will you tell the court and the jury where it is?”
Hoffman: “Yes, it is a nation of alienated young people. We carry it around with us as a state of mind, in the same way the Sioux Indians carry the Sioux Nation with them…”
One absorbed in yoga, observing all beings equally, sees the Self in all beings and every being in the Self.
One who sees me everywhere and sees everything in me, never loses me and is never lost to me.
The mystic who sees me as one in all beings worships me with love and lives with me always.
One who sees oneself and all beings as equal, both in happiness and distress, is a perfect mystic.
BG 6:29-32
[I said to Suzuki Roshi,] “I could listen to you for a thousand years and still not get it. Could you just please put it in a nutshell? Can you reduce Buddhism to one phrase?” …He was not a man you could pin down, and he didn’t like to give his students something definite to cling to. He had often said not to have “some idea” of what Buddhism was. But Suzuki did answer. He looked at me and said, “Everything changes.” ~David Chadwick (source)
