Forwarded message from Bob Price addressed to FFL.
----- Forwarded Message ---- From: Bob Price <bobpri...@yahoo.com> To: Ravi Yogi <raviy...@att.net> Sent: Mon, December 12, 2011 12:39:53 AM Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: An Open 'Performance' Letter to Ravi Chivukula Ravi, I will be with you through our emails as often as possible, but I think I should stay away from our FFL for at least this week. I'm not sure if the following post coming from you makes any sense, quite possibly not, I'll leave it you your able wisdom. Maybe you just want to hold it for a rainy day. Lots of love, Bobby Subject: Was it Oprah I'm writing from the great cavern of NARAKA (purgatory) where I have gone to make penance at the Holy Feet of YAMI (sister of Lord YAMA), Goddess of the river YAMUNA---that flows around the Lord of The GOPIES (the one in the blue Armani). I have journeyed here to repent for my man-boy behavior; the Goddess of *TRUTH* (that can never be diluted) graciously brought to my awareness the "error of my ways", and possible "ill will"---if not "malice", with overtones of "hypo-hypocrisy", and *odors* of the early onset of *Bubblemania* that may, as I write, be taking possession of my immortal soul. I have no problem groking my hypocrisy (that's one of the many things children teach us); I've come to believe it takes a rare individual---said Goddess of Truth, to avoid the seduction of short cuts, that make hypocrisy so enticing; no, it was not seeing my hypocrisy, nor the deep paper cut, to my soul, caused to me by the understanding that my behavior may have shown "malice" aforethought underlying my actions---it was the overwhelming realization that what I thought was a cure, may have become worse than the disease, and my soul is now in danger of an incurable infection of Bubblemania. Needless to say; it was this SATORI that started me on my journey to Naraka; after crawling through mountains of landfill, small rocks---with razor sharp edges, dark passages filled with leather back Brunei Spiders---That Never Stop Talking---pockets of ghost slime, the ice belly of a Ukrainian pink whale, molten fire opals, the parched bones of those that failed; to finally join the cue of supplicants that stretches farther than the length of the entrails of the *Lord* who considers the Milky Way so much dandruff. So here I am, alone with my habits, and commercial warrior I consider myself to be, I'm putting it at 3.87 times eternity before I reach the Goddess, and the outside possibility of redemption, for my actions, that could lead me back to my beloved FFL (assuming his inspector (ness) would consider my re-qualification and re-admit me to the holy of holy's). The good news is, I was not aware of this, you can read all FFL posts on the web without an active subscription, and, even more importantly---they have WIFI in purgatory. So I've noticed a few of my fans made a comment or two after my departure, and so I'm hoping that no one will be offended if Raja Ravi Yogi (A.K.A. "His "Silver Surfer" (ness) does a Rick, and posts on my behalf (remember, I'm presently suffering what's looks like a very long slog in purgatory---so paaaleeeeaseee, show a little heart, if not a little leg.) Questions: 1. Alex, was it Oprah that called Bob Price passive aggressive, and have you considered getting a dog? 2. Steve, *the Wife* thanks you for your concern (they have SKYPE in purgatory too) for her very beautiful ears, but she is wondering if you could be convinced to revert to your five word sentences as your more recent attempts are somewhat more jarring to her ears then Ravi's words, that must not be used on TV, and, as a sidebar; don't worry about her exposure to grown men, acting like twelve year olds, she married one. 3. HH and Bubbles, it seems fitting that I do a twofer for the less than two of you--- as it seems, you've both been trying to "grow a pair"---which look a lot more like one, between the two of you. I did notice Bubbles picked up on my parting reference and felt compelled to remind us of his martial arts bona fides; I was surprised he didn't mention HH, as he normally does, in the same sentence; are you two trying to establish some independence, unfortunately that weld at your hip looks like its there to last; speaking from experience, there is nothing like hypocrisy to turn an acquaintance into a marriage; the real test is if you are able to take to take a pie in the kisser for each other; which brings up my thought for the day: loosen up, whatever those martial arts lessons did for you, they did not help your sense of humor. I'll let the two of you sort out who is the star of this show. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwOwUQdBARc 4. Emily, you can call me hot any time you like; its so hot down here, I just saw Dante wheeling a barrel of skulls down a hill. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkuyrdzJ1A0 5. RD, your lassie clip melted this young gezzers heart http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QiZFaW4y2JE&feature=related 6. Oboe, you were like Atlas today, no time to shrug. 7. What would life be without gentlemen like our cousin from the North?
