Los Altos Hills, Calif. (AP) -- While conflicts between Jews and
Arabs rage halfway around the world, Jewish sixth graders made a
gesture of peace Friday.

The students presented a $1,300 check to the Antiochian Orthodox
Church of the Redeemer, which an arsonist burned last month. The
church is attended by many Arab-Americans, including
Palestinian-Americans.

When they discovered the fire was deliberately set, students in Anat
Harrel's sixth grade class at the nearby Mid-Peninsula Jewish
Community Day School decided it was time to act.

"Upon learning about the arson attack on the church, my sixth graders
became very concerned,'' explained Harrel. "They decided they needed
to do something to show their support for the rebuilding of the church.
They did not want to be bystanders and let hate go unanswered.''

The students planned a bake sale, and urged people in the community
to make donations.

The class presented the check to Reverend Samer Youssef and members
of the congregation Friday. They closed by singing a song with the
word peace both in Hebrew and Arabic.

Sweatshops in the US
Multinational Monitor

I'm going to this show saturday:
May 18th
at the Perkins Green Apts.
at RIT, #265A
starts at 4:00 p.m., $5
featuring:
Againsttheodds
Nobody Cares
Magneto's Intentions
The Awakening
Staple Gunther

Something by Rajesh Barnabas... or you.

* What if the mainstream?????????????? was extreme????????????*

What if everything you knew was just slightly off?

What if the Bushes were covered with poison IVY?

What if every laugh was just a scoff?

What if there was a ground lower than zero?

What if your President was really no hero?

What if the editor was controlling the print size and the boldface?

And what if he gave you the back pages cuz you isn't his race?

If it wasn't his taste, if it wasn't his color

would he put this here story in color?

What if you were just brainwashed like the rest? just like most..

and he buttered you up like toast, and burned you like a slow roast…

What if you thought you were thinking but you were just missing?

What if you were still in your nest? yet you thought you were at your best…

What if every word was a little misspelled?

But what if you were in a spell?

And what if this spelling bee really stung…

what if this false sophistication got your tongue...

and now your all hung out and rung…

washed your mind out with soap…sell you intellectual dope…

but they washed your mind at the wrong temp...

and now while you were thinking your mind was actually shrinking...

as they added more deter-agents...and now that soap is a rope...

tethered to the weathered words of the holy feather...

and your mind still can't find the right slope…

no you won't stray far from the pack…

no tangents, no scalenes, perhaps just maybe isosceles…

two sides the same…and you think that is right…

but A squared plus A squared does not equal see squared…

nothing adds up to your logistical charades…

nothing makes sense to you but your sixth, no

seventh, eight-hundred thousandth cents…

enough to buy a presidential library after you retire…

or perhaps a name of an airport…

Ironic that those high-queened heirplanes were flown from JFK…

Iconic that he's the one that might have saved our nation's soul…

Repercussions for assassinations still play out in their own hockey phucked up way…

so weight this military men while you plot to take another…

your bullets ricochet in the most nascent die-rections…and now your suit is blood soaked…

What if everything real was cloaked?

What if the host smiled and said, "here can I take your hoax?"

What if the guests asked for more than a coke?

What if everyone knew, would we then all choke?

What if the words you read were just all jokes?

And the comics were the real news?

What if this was our q? What if….what if?

What if dyslexia was a gift?

What if your President's raft was another man's rift?

What if they all finally caught the drift?

What if people could all at once shift?

What if peace was an automatic?

What if violence wasn't a habit?

What if the military wasn't rabid?

What if history wasn't bad adlibs?

With all that's gone wrong, is there anything that can right?

What if the Messiah is just messing with us?

What if the only true Americans are near extinction?

I wish time would stop for us to catch our breath?

To taste the bread,

to read in bed,

to clear our head,

to really hear what she said,

to be better red than dead,

came on, commas to comas,

when the mainstream has gone extreme,

and they demonize even more eyes…

and they despise with still more lies…

and now another Korankazi is on the rise..

and I can here the propellers buzzing…

as the jet took off from Hero-shame-a,

stopped in Sigh-gone, re-fueled in Beg-dad,

and just one or two more stops and …

and the war planes will be on their way here?

But have no fear, there is nothing you can do…

they don't show Kabul on cable,

yet they will broad cast your splintered thumb from here to kingdom come.

Don't worry your funeral will be covered in depth,

your coffin covered with the dirt of television…

no one will ever forget us!

We will be out own best friend, our own widow, say our own eulogy,

will say our own prayers, pray for our own, pray for our own, pray,

to the very last day,…God bless America, God bless America,

what if it was just God bless?



by you...



also...
http://www.organicconsumers.org/supermarket.cfm
and
http://heist.fabricoh.org/

I've been trying to go vegan. It's not as easy as going vegetarian.

So, anyway, I'm going to Montana this summer with my grandfather. I'm excited about meeting some real cowboys, although I'm sure they're not as romantic as they are in the movies.

http://www.tikkun.org/

This interview with Dick Armey is really good. He gets straight dissed by Chris Matthews.

In other news, thanks to everyone who came out to see me on Thursday. It was great to have a cheering section there (and thanks to the kids, too, for listening - that was cool).
Also, thanks to Brandy for the money and stuff. That was way cool. Yr a good friend.

Anyway, everyone should go the the FAKE Standfast site and tell them how dumb they are for stealing the REAL Standfast's name.

Gainesville, FL:
http://www.afn.org/~vetpeace/
http://home.earthlink.net/~alexl777/

Quote:
"Hell fire produces torment and torture. It's a place where sinners will scream and suffer for eternity. If someone has told you different they are wrong. If your church may have told you there's another place bsides heaven or hell, your church is in error."

-Excerpt from "Free Pass" pamphlet
Walker Bible Baptist Church

Poem:
*This Place Doesn't Deserve You*

Infinite lines of ones and zeros crawl past my eyes and I stare and translate the data into emotion
A database of sadness stored inside the trench in a battle in the revolution
And I think she's just like the other one
Because it's true that most teen aged girls have neonazi tendencies
A blunt stick hits the cranium
Black out
I saw an angel in y dream
But when I woke up she was gone
And I'm afraid
I'm so scared

Town crier:
Dogbelly Blues; Ed Schelb, poet and Dennis Monroe, musician. 7:30. Java Junction. Brockport. Tonite.
Tomorrow. HasTheBoyFallen. Open mic night. 8:00. Same place.

Other:
http://www.starhawk.org/

i'm not a marxist/leninist but this site has lots of good coverage on the DC protests
here's an article about Israeli peace group's triumph over Microsoft
author and scholar, Paul Loeb has a new book
the Lannan foundation is dedicated to cultural diversity

Well, I saw the Casket Lottery in Medina on Friday. That was way fun, even though Medina is a crappy town. I met Benji there for the first time in person after corresponding over e-mail for a while. His band Goodbye Compassion played. They surprised me with how good they are.
My parents' 25th anniversary party was saturday. It was supposed to be a surprise, but my brother and I messed up the time so we ended up showing up an hour early. Oops! They were still surprised that my dad's parents from PA were there.

Well, in future news...
Wednesday Dennis Monroe is playing with cowboy poet Ed Schelb at Java Junction in Brockport this Wednesday at 7:30 as part of Brockport's Writers' Forum.

Then; Thursday I'm playing at Java Junction for open mic night. It starts at 8 and I'll probably play early so be there promptly.

Mad props to Daniel for the sick show last night. Also, props go to Sincerely Yours, Heller Mason and Astoria.
Special thanks to Todd (Heller Mason) for letting me use his amp.

Here are some directions to the show tonite. Hope to see you there!

from jefferson rd. you take a left onto john street (past southtown plaza,

then a uhaul place, but before the hess station and RIT)... theres a light

there.
once youre on john street, take a right onto perkins road (youll see the

perkins green apartments) then just go around the whole complex (theres
a
road that loops around it). they'll have a sign out by the road by the

apartment (265a).

Please come:

HellerMason/ Astoria / Sincerely Yours / Has the boy fallen. ACOUSTIC SHOW
265A perkins apartments at RIT. 8pm.
$2 if you got it (heller mason/astoria are on tour)

http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/wp-dyn/A25676-2002Apr21?language
http://dc.indymedia.org
http://www.itsabouttimebpp.com

Big Brother

Is Watching You

action-medical.net/


groundscore.org


globalpanther.com

My new article at YellowTimes.ORG is up.
Where's labor?

"People travel to wonder at the height of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea , at the long courses of rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars; and they pass by themselves without wondering."
-Saint Augustine (354-430)

Ain't no thing but a chicken wing.

Hugo Ball With Lavender Wings

Sometimes it just gets hard
When the whole world seems to break yr heart
So you transform yrself into a perfect beast resembling teddy roosevelt
And live in a world of fairies and rabbits and clocks
And when you meet the catterpillar smoking a hooka he'll give you a velvet heart
And you'll wear it on yr shirt like a bad memory
And then you'll cry because you'll finally realize how fragile everything really is
The rocks all crumble in yr hands because they were never rocks at all
They were only clups of dirt
And now you'll find yrself all alone
Staring at a tiny door you find and think it might open up if you only knock
But you don't dare to knock
Because you'd have nothing to say to the mouse who answers
So out of fear you run for the hills where they're hiding all the enlightenment
Searching for a small morsel to eat
And you never find the elusive stockpiles of moksha
Although they were under yr nose the whole time

http://www.wbfo.buffalo.edu/audio/wittebols.html
http://www.mega.nu:8080/ampp/
http://www.hoffman-info.com/palestine39.html
http://www.intellectglobal.com/

Sincerely Yours' first show is this Thursday. I unfortunately won't be able to make it, but I'll pass the information along. Here's the flier: