Showing posts with label Jack Handey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jack Handey. Show all posts

Friday, February 5, 2010

Deep as My Backbends...from Hot Buns to Bhakti...in the Depths of Winter...Virtually and Otherwise...


...was reading this thing by famous dreadlocked virtual reality guru Jaron Lanier...I know quite a few people, most of them young adults, who are proud to say that they have accumulated thousands of friends on Facebook. Obviously, their statements can be true only if the idea of friendship is diminished....preach it, dreadlocked bro! speak that virtual truth to that virtual power!....nonetheless, can’t say I’ve actually had a whole lotta trouble telling the difference between the virtual multitudes I’ve virtually friended and that far more select group who drive me to the airport at five in the morning, indulge my sense of humor at its worst, or listen to my problems for hours on end...though there’s overlap...just like I doubt many of this blog’s followers live by my teachings, pray to my image, or refuse to vote for presidential candidates who fail to acknowledge me as their personal savior....though, if anybody is doing that, a bit of tithing wouldn’t kill ya...just sayin’...

Humor is the instinct for taking pain playfully.
Max Eastman

...helping addicts with their writing never fails to enrich my vocabulary...my new favorite word is abandominium...far more attractive than squat, I think...

If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.
Jack Handey

...once got called an asshole by a girlscout...because I said no thanks when asked if I wanted to buy cookies...

...take pride in your humility...
Ancient and Revered Yoga Cynic Sutra 435:18

...I'm deep as my backbends...spiritually, philosophically, and whateverwise....read lotsa books...lotsa blogs...attend lotsa classes...some workshops & retreats...seen a couple movies...written a good bit...had lotsa conversations...virtual & otherwise...exploring the meanings of that yoga thing...from hot buns to bhakti...

...gotta admit, though...here in the depths of winter...at the risk of sacrificing membership in the serious spiritual yogis club...that what gets me on the mat...most of the time...is that it gives me a buzz...when a buzz is something I have great difficulty doing without...(and, thankfully, unlike many varieties of buzz, it’s one that builds me up rather than tearing me down)...and namasmotherfuckingte to that...