ABSILVER's World

I sit here in Provincetown watching it rain and after a very interesting week and weekend. As someone that has taken a leave from IBM, at least for now, I am being kept busy by the employer that I parted with. I am quite lucky, but that is not the reason I sat down to add to my blog. With various events in my life recently, and in the past it has struck me that there is an odd cost to being popular. I listened to Barbra Streisand's interview on the Sunday Morning news and she mentioned that she is a homebody and explained that for her to go to dinner is involved because of her popularity and is like acting. People will be taking her picture, and always publish the least flattering of them, and the news will be there and she is happy and content at home. The New York Times had an article today ( http://artsbeat.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/09/27/streisand-upends-the-social-order-briefly/?hpw ) about her one night at a night club in New York and mentioned how in a small room of fans

Happy New Year... It is the Jewish New Year, year 5770 starting tomorrow. As the Holiday is known in Hebrew as Rosh Hashannah or the head of the year it makes me wonder. What is in my head for the new year. If I look back at the previous year... many things changed and my life took on a different focus. Where I started the year gainfully employed by IBM, two homes, and a feeling of life’s contentment. I also started 5769 with a feeling of change in the air. Rosh Hashannah services were as they had been for the past decade at least. At the synagogue in New York, where I have written before feeling a closeness to Judaism I had not felt in a long time. As Yom Kippur approached, I decided to try and celebrate on the Cape with friends, Kevin and Rich. Services on the Cape did not and do not have the intensity of a New York synagogue. Thankfully, nothing in Provincetown or the Cape has the same level of intensity of Manhattan. The Kol Nidre services watching the sunset on the Hud

Love comes from the most unexpected places In someone's eyes you've never met Who wants to get to know you In someone's smile you can't forget And if the music plays on in your mind Take all the love that you can find And if love takes you in Take all the love that you can find And hope it comes again Love comes from the most unexpected places A love song on the radio you never heard enough of In bars that thrive on loneliness Where people sell their sorrow for your time They take the love that they can find And if love takes them in They take the love that they can find And hope it comes again Love comes in many ways In lovers' arms in sweet bouquets But if nothing's said than nothing's ever heard So here i stand outside your door And i'm trying to tell you just once more That i love you I still love you Love comes from the most unexpected places Alone again i search a street of unrelated faces Where strangers look the other way They're so afraid my

Hmm. Beautiful, horrible, magical, terrible. Reason to laugh and smile. Reason to cry yourself to sleep at night. Start a fight. Make up, break up, wrong or right. Heaven for all its worth can equally be held right here on earth. (And no one really knows anything about it) But everybody needs it. We can't life without it. And that's the way it goes.) Darkest day, brightest night. Just some other things you might hear if you ask what love feels like. And it feels like joy, and it feels like pain. And it feels like sunshine, feels like rain. An excuse for dying, reason to live. And if you don't know, that's what love is. Love is. Gentle kiss, sweet caress. Kiss the base of your neck. Argue until my head bursts, I can't remember what you said. Out, screaming loud, don't know what we're screaming bout. So confused and yes its true, but if it wasn't there what would we do? (And no one really knows anything about it) But everybody needs it. We can't live w

I was accused of always writing in my blog of things that do not reflect my happiness. Although not every day can be happy, or joyous I do have plenty to be happy about and usually feel like one of the lucky ones. So... Here are a few of the things that make and continue to make me happy. 1. A quiet walk to the breakers in Provincetown. 2. A quiet walk in Provincetown interrupted by friends, and the flowers of spring and summer. 3. Good friends that you can depend on. 4. Having successfully sold my house in Jersey to help survive career shifts and the economy. 5. The work my business ABS Partner Marketing brings me even if I am not totally ready for constant work (smiles) 6. The welcome of Pearl (corgi) when I return. 7. Realizing at the end of a business trip I will be back in my own little slice of paradise. 8. Learning that things are just that... Things. I do like nice ones but in the end they are not nearly as important as happiness and the people in your life. 9. Ending a 24 yea

Here I sit in the lovely town of Provincetown. Across the street is the beach, and the water of the bay. As as I watch the sky go from gray clouds to the dark of night I am reminded how lucky I really am. To sit here in the middle of paradise, even in my small slice of it is priceless. People come from all over the world to spend their week here and I get to wake up every morning in paradise. That said... living in paradise comes with its own challenges. We have the luxury in Provincetown that the SEASON is only 10 weeks really. We stretch it out to before Memorial Day and continue themed weekends up till November, but it really is From July to Labor Day if the weather holds. This year has been quite challenging. As the west coast is baking, and the center of the country is tried with rain we seem to have a difficult time stringing together more than a few days of sun and warmth. I have turned on the AC once, and tonight am thinking I will need the Duvet for the first time sin

We all have our own definitions of what these words mean.. and frankly how to explain them to others. Is love about passion? is it about the love felt because someone is your child? friend? spouse? pet? There are so many kinds of love in the world one must wonder how to find comfort in such a word. We all seem to not just want but to need real love. In my mind, as Barbra Streisand sings on her Superman Album Love Comes From Unexpected Places. It can be a man standing in a bar. It can come from sitting out in the sun with an incomparable dog... just looking for love and affection. Or, can come in from the cold on winter night when you are just trying to chill at a restaurant or bar alone. But, we all seem to thing we know what love is when it comes to our door. To me, there is an unexpected love. The love that when it hits you, you know that your life will never be the same. That when you find that person your heart opens a hidden door. There is some compartment or ability to