Shambala – Three Dog Night

    As a follow up to our previous post, I would like to offer you guys a suggestion; a real tip.

    If you don’t already know this song, do yourself a favour and go on YouTube or Grooveshark and look it up. It’s just a light, airy, 70’s good-time song, and you should definitely know it. It’s called “Shambala” and the band is Three Dog Night (just like in the title).

    Click Here to Listen to Shambala on Grooveshark!


    I first heard this song when I originally watched the Lost episode “Tricia Tanaka is Dead” some years ago (or maybe months). The song is played a few times in the episode, but it is perfectly represented in this scene:

    Just a bit of background: they’re trying to jumpstart the van by letting it roll down a steep hill, on the edge of which are deadly rocks, most likely jagged ones. The fat guy thinks he’s cursed. His name is Hurley.

    So my recommendation: Go download this song right now! One isn’t the loneliest number on the road to Shambala. (“One is the Lonliest Number” is another Three Dog Night song, for those of you who didn’t get the reference.)

    How does your light shine?

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Without Music, Life is a Journey Through a Desert – Pat Conroy

“Without music, life is a journey through a desert” – Pat Conroy (Authour)

I heard or read this quote a long time ago and it’s always stuck with me.

There’s this incredible power that music has. It can calm you down, pump you up, take you in, knock you out. It pairs well with wine, and it’s just great with beer. It can bring people together; it’s torn some bands apart (although that could have been caused by money issues). You hear it when you find love; you drown yourself in it when you lose love. It’s a very powerful thing.

Today I finished class, went to Best Buy, had a cigarette, and then thought “now what?”. I couldn’t decide from one option to another. But the decision between music or no music was a non-issue. I just popped my earphones in and started going. Where was I going? It didn’t really matter. If you’ve got some good music in your pocket (which is literally possible these days), you can go anywhere. Eventually, you’ll get there.

I didn’t go very far. I found a seat and started typing. But cycling through the various drafts of posts I have yet to publish, this is the only one I wanted to write. I think after five “Tips” which read like conversations with an idiot, it’s time to publish something that isn’t utterly ridiculous.

So grab your iPhone, pop in your white earbuds, and play your favorite song. Take the 3-5 minutes for yourself. (7:47 if you’re listening to Foreplay/Longtime). If your boss or your mom gives you a hard time for taking a short break from work, just quote some Pat Conroy and close your eyes.

Cause the hippies are right:
It’s about the music, man.

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Make Life More Fun Tip #5: Throw Your Food At The Wall

Dear United Synagogue Day School Bayview campus,

13 years ago I was spending my lunch break with two of my cohorts in the stairwell, just joking and eating, and engaging in all around hooliganism. There was pushing and shoving and lots of laughs, and before I knew it I was handed a Hostess cupcake.

You know the cupcake I’m talking about: chocolate cake with dried chocolate icing and cream in the middle. Basically a fat 13-year-old’s wet dream (but 13 is the puberty age, so it could’ve been a regular wet dream). And as a fat 13-year-old, I was very excited to receive such a treat (the cupcake, not the dream. Okay I’ll stop with that). This excitement was only underlined by the severe lack of Hostess cupcakes in my life at the time. The Ziploc baggie of grapes just wasn’t cutting it anymore. So when my friends had Hostess cupcakes in their lunches, I was relentless. “Can I have that?”; “you gonna eat that?”; “Hey look over there!” *snatch* *lick* “…I licked that, sooo you probably don’t want it anymore, eh?”. Just general fat cupcake-greed. And it was probably one of these methods that landed me a cupcake on that faithful day. And as much as I would have loved to eat that cupcake, I didn’t. You can probably guess what I did do, U.S.D.S. Bayview. I mean you are a school; you should be smart enough to decipher that the title of the article and the point of the story are related. But since you are in fact a building that I’m writing to, I will simplify things:

I didn’t eat the cupcake. I threw the cupcake at the stairwell wall.

You may be asking yourself, U.S.D.S. Bayview, “but why, anonymous letter writer? Why??”. Well I can’t really tell you why. I really don’t know why. I just felt like doing it. And it was fun while I did it. And it was fun after I did it. There was cake and frosting and cream stuck to the wall. There was a pile of crumbs at the foot of the stairs. There was an uproar of laughter and confusion from my friends, as well as from myself, because I really had no idea what compelled me to do such a thing. But it was a lot of fun. I still talk about it with one of my friends who was there. When we visited the stairwell days, weeks, months later, the mess was still on the wall. We talk about it, and we laugh. I laugh the hardest, because I know: I left my mark on you, U.S.D.S Bayview. My cream is all over your walls.

I’m not apologizing by the way. It’s just a fun story and a fun thing to do when you just need to spontaneously change gears.



(I totally just covered my tracks – Jesse Ganz)

But look, I know this sounds stupid, reckless, wasteful, and just a dick move, but seriously it’s kinda really fun. I’m not telling you to do it everyday. I’m not even telling you to do it more than once. I’m just saying, if you haven’t thrown some splattery food against a wall, ever in your life, consider it. It’s a good alternative to getting angry, being bored, eating. Just picture it, ok? Are you picturing it? Good! Does it look like fun? I know, right?!

Happy April Fool’s Day! Hebrew day school sucks! But thank you to my parents for taking an interest in my education and my future!!!

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