Monsters In the Parasol

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November 19th, 2005 QOTSA will be in Oakland and I will be there. It's what i'm hungry for. a QOTSA show. If the tickets weren't so damn pricey i'd drive all over, maybe even take plane rides to see them. but hot damn, November 19 is the day.


Just when i think i've abandoned the concept of freeform subscription based communication to 2 friends by way of a this ridiculous pink blog, i free myself from chains and listen to Rated R. Rated R. it's all about bending notes. it's about tone. it's about sending a pulse up through the libido with the manipulation of a single strng.. get comfy down on the floor and listen to this entire record - Rated R - really really really loud.


The Lost Art of Keeping A Secret

Spoony

Alcatraz. a new love of mine.

it's the big spoon escape to which i've been clinging. Frank Morris and the Anglin Brothers. 3 men, 3 home-made spoons, 3 holes in the wall, never seen again.

did they drown? no one knows

did they live? no one knows

but aside from harvesting the only "successful" escape from alcatraz, these men bubbled an unwitting spiritualism to the surface of jail time.

the alcatraz audio tour utilizes interviews from former guards as well as 2 former prisoners. One of the prisoners recalled the men who were slowly digging holes in their walls were "always happy, all those years, they never seemed like they had a care"

the resonation of their happiness got me thinking about buddhism, Judaism, the tao of -isms, and the spiritual nature of knowing (and seeing) a larger picture. These men KNEW their plan, they KNEW it would take them years to execute, they KNEW they were using a homemade spoon to dig through concrete, and they were able to quell their anger with their knowledge during their stay at The Rock.

We are on the "outside" physically, but we remain locked in the cavernous matrix of our own material desires. We are americans. We just fell witness to the death of an american dream in the bowels of Katrina, as americans died in their homes, streets, and stadiums. "No Child Left Behind" was exposed as a joke; entire populations and "lower class" neighborhoods were left behind to die. Money. Consumerism. . . lessons in alcatraz?

I need to lock my mind up, put it on its own rock, and get out my spoon, start digging my way out of the infectious evils that consumerism breeds. Always something better, always something more. just buy a new one if it breaks. Always something better, always something more. But "something more" in healthy terms is a notion, a knowledge, a vision. It's obvious but so difficult to obtain. It's the Socratic light outside the cave, it's the images which appear as light meets dark.

it's 99 luft balloon.

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here's the Dharma Initiative video

http://thehansofoundation.org/dharma.html

does he say Namaste at the end?

All Tomorrow's Parties

I'm heavily distracted this morning by fantasies of attending this event in sussex.

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and then it came time to reflect. I've hurt feelings, made gross mistakes. betrayed the tenants of my own philosophies, consumed microwaved food, ingested corn syrup when i know the truth of its origin, insulted out of defense, Wasted energy. bargained for too much. Haven't spent enough time calling family and friends. Worked to hard. refused to give up. learned and read and read and learned. It's been a wonderous year of change, nuance, love, pain, triumph and the ever prevailing impediment of Fear. Embraced the long tail. A year like no other. A rotation among many. And so it was that it was time to reflect.


Sunset is still 7 1/2 hours away.

L'Shana Tova