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In Meditation, do not try to go too fast or take shortcuts. Take one meditation at a time, one experience at a time, one day at a time. You are not trying to achieve something fixed and specific. Just meditate for its own sake, resting in your potential in this moment, nurturing yourself patiently. Be wary of the tendency to want things to happen fast and in a certain way, just so that you can move on to the next thing and then the next. Meditation is a lifelong journey; that is what gives it its beauty. Patience with yourself will allow you to enjoy the journey all the more.Meditation for Life by Martine Batchelor
Tuesday, November 21
Let me take you across
Building bridges
Inside my calm and hazy eyes
Saturday, November 18
By being with yourself, by watching yourself in your daily life with alert interest, with the intention to understand rather than to judge, in full acceptance of whatever may emerge, because it is there, you encourage the deep to come to the surface and enrich your life and consciousness with its captive energies. This is the great work of awareness; it removes obstacles and releases energies by understanding the nature of life and mind. Intelligence is the door to freedom and alert attention is the mother of intelligence.Sri Nisargatta Maharaj
Thursday, November 16
I just read a blog entry with a lovely juxtaposition of topics:
designer jeans and cancer.
impressive.
designer jeans and cancer.
impressive.
Tuesday, November 14
Fraternity guy from Borat movie... you guessed it, is suing! link goes to the Smoking Gun (with pics).
Sunday, November 12
Robots in the Royale With Cheese scene of Pulp Fiction. At some point you have to smile or laugh.
I’ve always wanted to spend a stretch of time living near the ocean, becoming familiar with it’s patterns, memorizing it’s infinite rhythm. I think that the experience could being me closer to God. Some things in this world are impossible to perceive with our full minds. They overload our perceptual systems. Somehow, I know, that the overload resets me, it resets us all. It takes us back to something new, something primitive. It brings us to the place where we go when we hear a perfectly played instrument. When we see a piece of art with that strange mysterious quality – it takes us there. And it’s like the way we feel when we hear a perfect and unique line in a film (“You are so money and you don’t even know it!”) or read a favorite passage of a favorite novel.
The weather is changing here, the wind in Austin brings cool numb toes and fingers. Autumn is coming. Is this too the same wind we feel from the ocean?
Right now a butterly is migrating south and a small bird who lost it's mother is doing that as well. I am sleeping in my bed, listening to my dreams, and forgetting to remember them or record them on a small spiral notebook on my bedstand. The notebook which I have not placed there yet is white with blue lines lightly painted across it's surface. Right now, from far away, the entire planet is blue and white clouds obscure part of the surface. Right now someone you love is asleep and dreaming. Right now the caffeine is wearing off.
Right now the words I am writing seem less useful than dreaming.
The weather is changing here, the wind in Austin brings cool numb toes and fingers. Autumn is coming. Is this too the same wind we feel from the ocean?
Right now a butterly is migrating south and a small bird who lost it's mother is doing that as well. I am sleeping in my bed, listening to my dreams, and forgetting to remember them or record them on a small spiral notebook on my bedstand. The notebook which I have not placed there yet is white with blue lines lightly painted across it's surface. Right now, from far away, the entire planet is blue and white clouds obscure part of the surface. Right now someone you love is asleep and dreaming. Right now the caffeine is wearing off.
Right now the words I am writing seem less useful than dreaming.
The light from overhead flickers as the fan blades circle
Imitating the slow heartbeat of a candle
Vibrations and the the steady percussion of the singer's voice
Etching a delicate pattern against the floorboards
And you sit, silently, contemplating something unfamiliar to me
I sit apart, self-conscious, writing the first chapter of a novel in my mind
Every word on your lips
An apology and a cigarette
Imitating the slow heartbeat of a candle
Vibrations and the the steady percussion of the singer's voice
Etching a delicate pattern against the floorboards
And you sit, silently, contemplating something unfamiliar to me
I sit apart, self-conscious, writing the first chapter of a novel in my mind
Every word on your lips
An apology and a cigarette
ZheZhe
Saturday, November 11
The Russian word for blogging -- ZheZhe -- is also the word for LiveJournal, and the community boasts something close to 700,000 Russian journals, perhaps 300,000 of them active.Looks like livejournal, in some media company play, is now involved in Russian free speech politics. Uh. Wow. (more at Wired)
Tuesday, November 7
In honor of the elections, Elisheba for finding this, and Hilary for bringing Toothpastefordinner up in conversations oftenMonday, November 6
Blogging community, I saw the Borat movie a couple of weeks ago and it was nice! Here is another Borat scene from the show that I liked very much!
Borat Visits Republican Committee
Borat Visits Republican Committee
Sunday, November 5
Ben Folds covering the Postal Service, Such Great Heights, was such good fun. Thank you Benjamin. It was better than the original.
