Wow. What a gorgeous day it was today here in Chicago. I have not posted in a while because the last few weeks have been so stressful. A very important person in my life passed away last week. He had been suffering from cancer for the last two and a half years. I don’t know where to begin with this, so I will just say that Burt, you have been such an inspiration to me over the last five years. You truly took me under your wing without any judgement. You have truly been an example of perserverence, wisdom, compassion and integrity in my life and I will never forget you.

All I can say is that I have learned so much over the last few weeks about myself and relationships with people. I’ve learned about compassion and the importance of family no matter how painful the stakes are. I’ve learned about dealing with the death of loved ones. I’ve learned about my inner peace and the depths of my sadness. It’s hard for us to accept the unknown. If G-d truly has a bigger plan for all of us, it is beyond my comprehension. These last few weeks have conditioned me to make peace with G-d’s master plan and to try to accept it, even though I don’t understand it. I think that’s what life should be. I think we should accept things that are beyond our comprehension. None of us understood why Burt was taken away at such a young age of 58. I want to be angry, but I know that it won’t make things any better. I believe that he is in a better place. I am relieved that he is no longer suffering. This has truly put things in perspective for me. I am truly thankful for my health, family, and friends. It’s so easy to be happy, we just forget how. I truly feel like a changed man.

I just absolutely admire this guy as a musician and an activist – here’s an excerpt from Moby‘s Daily Journal about Janet Jackson’s exposed breast at the Superbowl…………..

hmm…janet jackson’s tassled breast…

people seem to be very upset about her quasi-exposed tassled breast. and i don’t want to seem like a cranky hippie, but what’s the big deal? and i don’t want to trot out the same old tired cliches, but why are people more upset about their children seeing a quasi-exposed tassled breast than about their children seeing people shot and killed during prime time dramatic tv? and let’s be realistic, ok? is there a child in tv-land who hasn’t seen a lot more than miss jackson’s tassled breast? show me a 10 year old boy who hasn’t seen an image of a naked breast and i’ll show you a child who either lives under a rock or will grow up to become a serial killer. breasts are fine. what’s the big deal about breasts?

eh, i know, i sound like a cliche’d chomskyite hippie, but what does it say about our culture that the same people who happily watch movies with their children wherein hundreds of people are decimated by automatic weapons fire are the same people who are outraged by a quasi-bare breast on television?

personally i’d rather live in a world with bare breasts and no automatic weapons fire as opposed to a world with no breasts and lots of automatic weapons fire. but i guess that makes me unpatriotic, or at least at odds with the zeitgeist, huh.

moby