“All I can do is the best I can do.”

Indeed, I love quoting myself. I said that to my Patent Law Professor (a total arsehole – when he asked me a procedural question rather than an analytic or intellectual question based on the case law). He asked me a procedural question because he knew I wouldn’t know the answer, and based on jurisdiction, that answer is multifold.

But, I disarmed him with my integrity because he didn’t remember his own.

I was too young at that point in my life; I thought that people in positions of power were good. But, I was wrong; some are and some are not.

The whole point of the matter is – gravitate towards the good, solid, and honest people. You know them intuitively. Do it for your own edification, meine heute freunde!

With love,

HippoParamus

Meet My Lead Artist: Moses Rayo

Simply put: not only does he have the technical "gift" but also, he has perceptual perfection. Here are two paintings (the first one is the one behind him).


For love, music, and art make the world go round.



The ability to paint light on water is perhaps the most difficult to paint on two dimensions with a three dimensional perspective. Beauty and truth do not lie but you be the judge, and I already know that you will judge wisely.

With LOVE,

HippoParamus

A Parent Always Thinks about This

Ultimately, I want an embedded, irremovable GPS tracking device on every single convicted child molester out there.

Let’s get the process rolling with a national referendum.

Cheers,

HippoParamus

On the Eternal Music

I’ve been up for now for almost 24 hours, and I can’t get tired – I ate like a pig today; planned for the future; and exercised with martial arts despite my wounds (from the accident).

BTW, my round house sucks (but then I’m comparing it to Van Damme at his best, but, then again, I don’t have enough time to train but by myself – so that’s all I can do; the best I can and that’s not all I’m doing , so I forgive myself).

Practicing yogic martial arts and meditation simultaneously is indefinably the happiest and unqualifiedly the best sport of precision.

Someone stole my underlined and annotated copy of “Tibetan Yoga” by Sir Evans Wentz (no one wants me to go “nuclear”).

I can only explain the “precision sport” in person for the only true power that one has is power of over oneself; there is no other real form of power.

Yes, I’ve been extremely privileged during the earlier parts of my life but I have always worked hard since, and real privilege is working in a noble, honest way – whether one is cleaning toilets or running a company or a country for that matter.

You may begin to hear the “eternal music” soon. First, you will hear it around electrical generators, then around water, and then around people. There will be a slight hum that will begin to sound like a melody, and then there will be a symphony that will be in sync with your internal perception and your larger senses.

Begin listening for although it might be slight it is true (and you have no idea how important it is towards your spiritual development).

Yours,

HippoParamus

Param's New Cards

Are they not beautiful!

HippoParamus

Mean Music Teachers Might as Well Work at Walmart

A great teacher helps each student internalize discipline, learning, training, and organization based on his or her own rhythm and only “pushes” when needed in a gentle, sweet manner.

My music teacher was really mean so I gave up early. Now, I understand that he was “pushing” me based on his own life-frustrations when I was a child and he the supposed adult.

A teacher is suppose to be like an “Officer and a Gentleman” where one trains the student to be one’s superior.

In the end, his loss – he lost his life to his own frustrations, and I gained my life by recognizing my talents for myself.

Cheers,

HippoParamus

Invictus Indomitable: Veni, Vidi, Veci! Anno Domini

I already told you that I won’t make it easy for you anymore.

Make some effort, spill a little bit of yourself into your own edification.
Again, it is your choice. One can stand at attention or make the choice to move forward.

I choose: “Forward, march” but, then again, I choose my own route because I can, and if there is a blockage of any form (a rock or a mountain), then I re-route "like the water and the wind."

It took me a long time to be free; I pushed myself to the hardest limits.

So, it is up to you: do you want the journey or just the spoils? Because, ultimately, one can’t have the spoils unless one has walked the path to make the journey.

Cheers,

HippoParamus

P.S. - Yes, I will conquer Mount Kiliminjaro and Mount Everest (damn it! - I hate cold weather).

The Heart Never Lies!

Okay, Alyosha, I love you immensely.

Yes, Sir, I said it. And, it will echo infinitely throughout the world – a repeating blue and purple paisley, a fractal with sapphires and diamonds swirling into the heavens. You are my Silas Marner and my Hyacinth.

In aqua blue, he treads

Fearless and ceaseless, never-ending

With a gait grander than any other

INVICTUS DOMINUS: VENI, VIDI, VICI

For his heart is my hearth

I’ve never been domesticated but, yet, Io penso, Bacchus might have a chance to find a Golden Temple all her own.

With love and affection,

HippoParamus / Bacchus

P.S. – Do you think that I would leave you without a plug for your self-edification: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Temple_India

Great Friends Will Do Great Things for You (and You for Them) – but it Must Be Mutual

I was in an accident on Friday, totally totaled my car – no matter, no one was permanently hurt.

I had to make a split-second decision: 1) If I hit the car in front me, we’re all dead; 2) If I veer left and hit the concrete embankment on the left side (the driver’s side), than I’m dead (and more importantly, my son has no mother); and 3) If I veer to the right, and hit the concrete embankment, there might be a chance.

So, I picked door number 3, and, fortunately, the “ultra-cute, tri-racial brat” still has a mother - nonetheless, a banged up mother with more scars and bruises than anyone on the Eastern Seaboard but, nevertheless, intact. Plus, probably the most immature adult who has seen more Sponge Bob episodes than any other “adult” in the People’s Republic of America.

I urge a FLAT TAX. FLAT TAX, FLAT TAX, FLAT TAX – should I say it again? Or, are you entirely bored of me. Good.

With love and affection,

HippoParamus / “Cripilina”

P.S. – Thank you Donald and Christopher for taking care of me the day after “the awakening”; for helping me out of my chair when I could barely move; for buying Ibuprofen and Alka Selzter and holding my company when I was in so much physical pain; for making me laugh even though it hurt so much against my rib cage and sternum; and, purely, for your beautiful company.

I will never forget! I will never forget, meine heute fruende!

Donald: “Belt it out; belt it out!!!”

Christopher: I will hire you at the true rate that you deserve (give me 6 months) because, right now, it’s just me, myself, and I.