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1 Jan 2015 (updated 1 Jan 2015 at 01:04 UTC) »

Happy YE Year to all y'all.

Three things I remembered: ttyl

15 Dec 2014 (updated 15 Dec 2014 at 21:43 UTC) »

It's Monday. guess y'all know that already. A debt was piled on my desk $10,176.00 from labor dept. of New Jersey and none of website on its letter works...
For more information visit: NOT FOUND.

'Site is taking too long ...'

go Christie go for 2016 US OF A.!

mesg sent to MDC to check out gobank. also submit my resume to Oracle@Trenton, fondly recall Oracle acct manager was telling the audience about his ex-job, 'In the business world, the customer is your King. But on my last job, guess what? Our customer is more or less wrong to fall into your hands in the first place...' Good humor had for all at the more ?

I am applying for Ethics Analyst ( $23.11/hr) at OAG. deadline Dec 3, 2014
wish me luck!

The Office of Attorney Ethics is seeking an individual to perform legal research, and draft briefs and memoranda
for complex, financially-oriented attorney disciplinary cases. The selected individual will also prepare investigative
reports and pleadings for pending ethics cases and will assist ethics counsel in preparing for oral argument before
the Supreme Court of New Jersey and the Supreme Court’s
Disciplinary Review Board.

14 Nov 2014 (updated 11 Dec 2014 at 03:01 UTC) »

i'm having a bad headache, thinking too hard about things long past.

To ease restless mind, I decided to publish " Out of the house of Burgess " - a book review written by ME!

榮格 Carl Gustav Jung

Children are educated by what the grown-up is and not by his talk.


The important thing is what he [a man] talks about, not whether he agrees with it or not.


The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid.


If one does not understand a person, one tends to regard him as a fool.


Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.


There are many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is far better take things as they come along with patience and equanimity.


I cannot love anyone if I hate myself. That is the reason why we feel so extremely uncomfortable in the presence of people who are noted for their special virtuousness, for they radiate an atmosphere of the torture they inflict on themselves. That is not a virtue but a vice.


Man needs difficulties; they are necessary for health.


Shrinking away from death is something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life of its purpose.


The most intense conflicts, if overcome, leave behind a sense of security and calm that is not easily disturbed. It is just these intense conflicts and their conflagration which are needed to produce valuable and lasting results.


There is no coming to consciousness without pain.


From the middle of life onward, only he remains vitally alive who is ready to die with life.


The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely.


A collection of a hundred great brains makes one big fathead.


Here we must ask: Have I any religious experience and immediate relation to God, and hence that certainty which will keep me, as an individual, from dissolving in the crowd?


Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.


Wholly unprepared, we embark upon the second half of life. Or are there perhaps colleges for forty-year-olds which prepare them for their coming life and its demands as the ordinary colleges introduce our young people to a knowledge of the world? No, thoroughly unprepared we take the step into the afternoon of life; worse still, we take this step with the false assumption that our truths and ideals will serve us as hitherto. But we cannot live the afternoon of life according to the programme of life's morning; for what was great in the morning will be little at evening, and what in the morning was true will at evening have become a lie.


What is essential in a work of art is that it should rise far above the realm of personal life and speak to the spirit and heart of the poet as man to the spirit and heart of mankind.


It is, moreover, only in the state of complete abandonment and loneliness that we experience the helpful powers of our own natures.


In some way or other we are part of a single, all-embracing psyche, a single "greatest man".


What is stirred in us is that faraway background, those immemorial patterns of the human mind, which we have not acquired but have inherited from the dim ages of the past.


Every man carries within him the eternal image of woman. . . . This image is fundamentally unconscious, an hereditary factor of primordial origin . . . an imprint or 'archetype' of all the ancestral experiences of the female, a deposit, as it were, of all the impressions ever made by woman. . . .

每个男人内在地拥有永恒的女人表象。...... 这一表象在根本上存在于潜意识中,它是具有原始起源的遗传因素 ...... 是所有祖先的女性体验的印记或“原型”,是女人所造成的所有印象的积淀。

Life has always seemed to me like a plant that lives on its rhizome. Its true life is invisible, hidden in the rhizome. The part that appears above ground lasts only a single summer.?.?.?. What we see is the blossom, which passes. The rhizome remains.


At times I feel as if I am spread out over the landscape and inside things, and am myself living in every tree, in the plashing of the waves, in the clouds and the animals that come and go, in the procession of the seasons.


Knowledge does not enrich us; it removes us more and more from the mythic world in which we were once at home by right of birth.


A belief proves to me only the phenomenon of belief, not the content of the belief.


The greatest and most important problems in life are all in a certain sense insoluble. They can never be solved, but only outgrown.


Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakens.


The images of the unconscious place a great responsibility upon a man. Failure to understand them, or a shirking of ethical responsibility, deprives him of his wholeness and imposes a painful fragmentariness on his life.


The unconscious is the unwritten history of mankind from time unrecorded.


Man's task is to become conscious of the contents that press upward from the unconscious.


The dream is a little hidden door in the innermost and most secret recesses of the soul, opening into that cosmic night which was psyche long before there was any ego-consciousness, and which will remain psyche no matter how far our ego-consciousness extends.


Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.


Nobody, as long as he moves about among the chaotic currents of life, is without trouble.


Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their environment and especially on their children than the unlived life of the parent.


The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.


The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.


We cannot change anything unless we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses.


As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.


The least of things with a meaning is worth more in life than the greatest of things without it.


Observance of customs and laws can very easily be a cloak for a lie so subtle that our fellow human beings are unable to detect it. It may help us to escape all criticism, we may even be able to deceive ourselves in the belief of our obvious righteousness. But deep down, below the surface of the average man's conscience, he hears a voice whispering, "There is something not right," no matter how much his rightness is supported by public opinion or by the moral code.


The teacher pretended that algebra was a perfectly natural affair, to be taken for granted, whereas I didn't even know what numbers were. Mathematics classes became sheer terror and torture to me. I was so intimidated by my incomprehension that I did not dare to ask any questions.


It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves.


All the works of man have their origin in creative fantasy. What right have we then to depreciate imagination.


Sometimes, indeed, there is such a discrepancy between the genius and his human qualities that one has to ask oneself whether a little less talent might not have been better.


There can be no transforming of darkness into light and of apathy into movement without emotion.


Creative powers can just as easily turn out to be destructive. It rests solely with the moral personality whether they apply themselves to good things or to bad. And if this is lacking, no teacher can supply it or take its place


The word "happiness" would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.


The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid.


Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.


There are many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is far better take things as they come along with patience and equanimity.


The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely.


Here we must ask: Have I any religious experience and immediate relation to God, and hence that certainty which will keep me, as an individual, from dissolving in the crowd?


A collection of a hundred great brains makes one big fathead.


Without freedom there can be no morality.


Meaning has an inherent curative power. Meaning affects everything.


The individual cannot give his life point and meaning unless he puts his ego at the service of spiritual authority superordinate to man.


I could not say I believe. I know! I have had the experience of being gripped by something stronger than myself, something that people call God.


The world hangs on a thin thread, and that thread is the psyche of man.


No matter what the world thinks about religious experience, the one who has it possesses a great treasure, a thing that has become for him a source of life, meaning, and beauty, and that has given a new splendor to the world and to mankind.... Where is the criterion by which you could say that such a life is not legitimate, that such an experience is not valid?


What is it in the end, that induces a person to go his own way and to rise out of unconscious identity with the mass as out of a swathing mist? Not necessity, for necessity comes to many, and they all take refuge in convention. Not moral decision, for nine times out of ten we decide for convention likewise. What is it, then that inexorably tips the scales in favor of the extraordinary? It is what is commonly called vocation: an irrational factor that destines a person to emancipate himself from the herd and from its well-worn paths. True personality is always a vocation and puts its trust in it as in God . . . But vocation acts like a law of God from which there is no escape. . . . He must obey his own law, as if it were a daemon whispering to him of new and wonderful paths. Anyone with a vocation hears the voice of the inner person: he is called."


The artist is not a person endowed with free will who seeks his own ends, but one who allows art to realize its purposes through him. As a human being he may have moods and a will and personal aims, but as an artist he is "man" in a higher sense - he is "collective man," a vehicle and moulder of the unconscious psychic life of mankind."


The idea of God is an absolutely necessary psychological function of an irrational nature, which has nothing whatever to do with the question of God's existence. The human intellect can never answer this question, still less give proof of God. Moreover, such proof is superfluous, for the idea of an all-powerful divine Being is present everywhere, unconsciously if not consciously, because it is an archetype.


People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls.


Every life is the realisation of a whole, that is, of a self, for which reason this realisation can also be called `individuation'. All life is bound to individual carriers who realise it, and it is simply inconceivable without them. But every carrier is charged with an individual destiny and destination, and their realisation of these alone makes sense of life. True, the `sense' is often something that could just as well be called `nonsense', for there is a certain incommensurability between the mystery of existence and human understanding. Sense and nonsense are merely man-made labels which serve to give us a reasonably valid sense of direction.


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just finished reading Joan Biskupic's book 'Breaking In: The Rise of Sonia Sotomayor and the Politics of Justice'.

below is a conversation I came across that is worth recording for my own sake.

From Andre V.
To Susan Y.
Date Jun 11, 2013
Just remember that God is in control and if you or anybody like her try to hurt Israel they all loss and if we let someone like her to hurt God's people they will and always loss also. Just look at WWII and the German people.

On June 7, 2013, Susan wrote:
hi Andre,

I do believe that you are sent by holy spirit for peace in our troubled time and troubled world. Sergio didn't want to take part in your prayer to save his life before the Almighty , he must have his reason. That reason won't die with him., I'm afraid.

There is so much killing going around, witnessing all the tragedy is hard enough for any man to bear, let alone women and children. How can we discern what is our true calling to act or not to act in the name of serving humanity instead of serving existing power struggle?

President Obama just nominated Samantha Power to be Ambassador to U.N. ? Do you think she is the right person?

Below is a very negative report.

Do you believe in its conclusion?

My apology for giving you such heady news and opinion.

Warm Regards


29 Aug 2014 (updated 29 Aug 2014 at 13:58 UTC) »

back from a weekend of camping and hiking, rafting fun...

finished this book 'music lesson' by Victor Wooten, incredible story about spirit of music/life.

reflect on American life thru TV series 'mad man'. that's all for now.

岳飞 《满江红》

"However, James T.C. Liu, a history professor from Princeton University, states that Yue Fei's version was actually written by a different person in the early 16th century.[1] The poem was not included in the collected works of Yue Fei compiled by Yue's grandson, Yue Ke (岳柯; 1183–post 1234), and neither was it mentioned in any major works written before the Ming Dynasty. The section that states the author's wish "to stamp down Helan Pass" is what led scholars to this conclusion. Helan Pass was in Western Xia, which was not a military target of Yue Fei's armies. Liu suggests the "real author of the poem was probably Chao K'uan who engraved it on a tablet at Yueh Fei's tomb in 1502, in order to express the patriotic sentiments which were running high at that time, about four years after General Wang Yueh had scored a victory over the Oirats near the Ho-lan Pass in Inner Mongolia."[1]"

to read about 'internet gambling'

almost finished reading two wonderful books:

A. Carl Schmitt's HAMLET or HECUBA: the intrusion of the time into the play' translated by David Pan & Jennifer Rust.

B. 'Professional Correctness' by Stanley Fish 1995
Clarendon Lectures delivered at Oxford in the middle two weeks of May, 1993.

This book is dedicated to L. Glenn Black, Christopher and Gillian Butler, Andrew Lockett, Helen Nicolaou, Joseph Raz, Vicki Reeve, Kim Scott Walwyn, and the many others who showed such kindness to two strangers in Oxford.

26 Jun 2014 (updated 26 Jun 2014 at 05:16 UTC) »
updating the best laid plan of mice and men. Close this chapter, girl and get on trucking as the saga advises you.

Congressman Rep Rush Holt adds $2 million for IC whistleblowing

When Benjamin Franklin was the British postmaster general of the colonies, he had to visit the major cities of all the thirteen Colonies to set up post offices.

A weary Franklin used to arrive at an inn after a long day's horseback ride to find all the chairs by the warming hearth taken.

So one day when he pulled into Hartford at seven in the evening, Franklin announced to the innkeeper, "A bucket of oysters for my horse."

When the host expressed astonishment, Franklin repeated hi instructions, and all the inn's guests vacatged their seats close to the fire to witness this extraordinary equine who ate oysters. Franklin then took a choice seat by the fireplace.

Minutes later, the innkeeper, with a throng of guests, rushed back into the inn.

"Franklin," they exclaimed, "your hrse won't eat the oysters!"

"In that case," replied Franklin from his seat by the fire, "give me the oysters and give my horse some hay!".

And here's 'wife after death'

In 1740s Franklin was among a group boarding a ship from PHiladelphia to New York. To get to the boat, passengers - twelve at a time - would take a canoe. The canoe overturned in the Delaware River. All were picked up safely. When they arrived in New York, Franklin treated his fellow canoe riders to a round of drinks at a New York tavern.

One of his former ferrymates bragged of helping save the life of the famous Franklin. Franklin, who was a superb swimmer, genially let the boast pass unchallenged.

But in the years that followed, the self-annointed savior milked this claim to dun Franklin for some 'loans." Franklin, against his better judgement, would give something , and over the years it mounted to a considerable sum.

The old cadger eventually died. Yet to Franklin's consternation he received a letter from the widow asking for more financial aid.

Franklin explained to his wife, 'He seems to have left me his wife as part of her dowry."

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