Showing posts with label namasmotherfuckingte. Show all posts
Showing posts with label namasmotherfuckingte. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Is This the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius? (Kind of a different perspective)


...got some big news, folks...courtesy of my ever-out-there-but-unfailingly-lovable kundalini friends....yes, even bigger than whatever the hell the Mayans predicted is gonna happen in 2012....I’m talkin’ about...are ya ready for this?...

...the Dawning of the Motherfuckin' Age of Aquarius!!!...

...like, seriously...

...no more patriarchy...

...no more wars...

...no more racism, sexism, or homophobia...

...cooperation taking the place of competition and strife...

...harmony and understanding, sympathy and trust abounding, no more falsehoods or derision, something-something dreams of vision, mystic crystal revelation and the mind’s true liberation...blissed out people dancing around naked...kind bud growing abundantly along the sides of endless networks of well-tended bike paths...unlimited free downloads of Grateful Dead and Phish shows...all that good shit...

Acid, incense, and balloons...
the Jefferson Airplane

...(yeah, I know, I thought that all happened back in the ‘60’s, too....guess that’s what happens when ya get yer news from pop songs instead of more reliable authorities)...(like Facebook)...

...so, anyway, it’s all supposed to start on November 11th...which all sounds cool, except............

...let’s face it: if yer gonna kick some ass, ya better do it now....seriously, people, if this thing's for real, that means there’s barely more than a week left to enjoy telling, flipping, or pissing people off...because, after 11/11/11, that shit’s gonna be totally uncool...

....may have to cut this blog post short, for that matter, so I can go elsewhere on the web and leave some gratuitously meanspirited political comments, since there's obviously gonna be no more of that...(hell, I don't even know if there are gonna be any political situations worth getting nasty about...just intimate circles of kind, open-minded earth-mother types gently reaching consensus on the best ways to love and nurture the general population)...

...namasmotherfuckingte, people...(oh, man, am I gonna miss saying that...)...

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...