Have you ever started having entire conversations with people just to realize the person was having a conversation with somebody else on their Bluetooth?
Do you remember when you were in middle school or elementary when you begged your parents for a cell phone? Or when it got to the point that everywhere you turned or [...]
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Adapted and addicted
Posted in Mayana, NJFP on December 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
A Passion for People
Posted in Mayana, NJFP, tagged guilt, homeless people on November 30, 2009 | 5 Comments »
Do you ever wonder why the world is the way it is?
Why some people have it off so good with mansions and Ferraris?
Why others are left to rot away next to gutters with feeling nothing except anger neglect and shame?
Walking through the streets of any town or city with my dad (San Francisco [...]
Bonding with the brothers.
Posted in Mayana, NJFP on November 18, 2009 | 1 Comment »
The similarities with my dad are endless but what about Andy?
I feel all these similarities with him through stories, other people, photographs yet why?
How does this make any sense?
Where is this unusual quick subliminal connection coming from anyway?
In some ways like his love for travel, a stimulating conversation, a nice long run, and our love [...]
What lies beneath the surface
Posted in Mayana, NJFP on November 18, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Soooo here’s a little, shortened down glimpse into my me and my dad’s wacky relationship…
We kind of have a lot in common, including giant late afternoon sunny summer eggs and bagel breakfasts after a nice run on the mountain.
We wrestle, play in the garden, order the same “pablo burrito” at Hi-tec every week, and debate [...]
BURIED TOO DEEP.
Posted in Mayana on November 8, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Feeling is life and death. Nobody likes to feel the sorrow, the pain, or the emptiness. When those feelings do occur, the only way to work past them is to embrace them. If you don’t accept what is and cry out the pain then nothing will ever feel as good again. Feeling the pain is [...]
Lost Similarities
Posted in Mayana, NJFP on October 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Reading through my Uncle Andy’s old letters he wrote during his voyage has been totally bizarre. I find that his style of writing and the way he writes his train of thought seems like a more sophisticated version of my own writing. Besides the fact that he is writing about his my own hopes and [...]
Like father like daughter…like brother?
Posted in Mayana on October 6, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Usually people say when you spend a lot of time with one person they sort of grow on you. You start to act the same, talk the same, look the same…finish eachothers sentences…
Well even though I only spend every other week with my dad, everywhere I go something reminds me of him. Whenever we are [...]
THE MISSING LINK
Posted in Mayana on September 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Time heals everything. With enough of it, time also leaves a wall of cobwebs over the all the memories. This wall of dust is extremely fragile concerning anyone who has lost someone yet I believe you can uncover a lot of treasure from the past, some memories, thoughts, and feelings that one might of that [...]
Through the Eyes of the Unknown…
Posted in Mayana on September 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“Remember where ever you go……you’ll be there!” My dad always remembers to tell me his “wise proverb” whenever I’m leaving for somewhere. Funny enough his saying has caught on. I’ve found myself saying it to people all the time. To me this saying is like a more blunt way of saying “be in the moment” [...]
William Kunstler: An inspiring husband, father, lawyer, and activist
Posted in Mayana on August 3, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
By Mayana Bonapart
Watching Disturbing the Universe brought up many different emotions for me especially for me as a Jew. I am very glad that his daughters Emily and Sarah decided to take their father, William Kunstler’s complex life story and create an interesting and inspiring documentary film for future generations to watch and remember. I [...]
