tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131028342012-01-22T21:23:05.934-05:00Not a seeker. Not a finder. Just a dancer in the field of dreams. Here and now is a happiness.Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07529961044790691589noreply@blogger.comBlogger2421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13102834.post-16725881818535004952012-01-22T13:15:00.000-05:002012-01-22T13:15:35.580-05:00

The website is actually Radio Free Babylon

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Fibonacci, fractals, pi.  Visible math delights me. In this case, it's audible.

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Ha! And since that probably doesn't make any sense whatsoever... There is no truth; there is no power; may as well go for fun. Or not.

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The "new year" begins.  (It's as good a marker as any.) I wish you joy.

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those that understand binary and those that don't. chuck had a movie in our Netflix Watch Now queue that I wasn't particularly enthusiastic about.  It looked like  a sexual obsession movie and I'm kind of BTDT with those.   But it wasn't. Stone in either a sexual obsession movie or it's a movie about losing fear.  Which film you see depends on your perspective.

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John Lennon, hours before his death 31 years ago tonight: "You make your own dream. That's the Beatles' story, isn't it? That's Yoko's story. That's what I'm saying now. Produce your own dream. If you want to save Peru, go save Peru. It's quite possible to do anything, but not to put it on the leaders and the parking meters. Don't expect Jimmy Carter or Ronald Reagan or John Lennon or Yoko Ono or

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How can you not see a journey as a metaphor for life and the journey to enlightenment?I had a Philosophy instructor, who was also the Clerk of the first Friends' Meeting I ever attended, who was particularly moved by Hermann Hesse's Journey to the East. It didn't really work for me.Stephen King's Long Walk does.King frequently has cracks in his stories that let the light in. Not every story,

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What if you DON'T? This is my suggestion, but you make your own choice. PS.  "Everything has its time and everything dies."  ~ The Doctor

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Immortality Blows

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“We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it.” — John Steinbeck“Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.” — Will Rogers“Where is the Life we have lost in living?” — T.S. Eliot (pilfered from Futility closet, again.)

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“ Our original Buddha-Nature is, in highest truth, devoid of any trace of object…ivity. It is void, omnipresent, silent, pure; it is glorious and mysterious peaceful joy-and that is all. Enter deeply in it by awakening to it yourself. That which is before you is it, in all its fullness, utterly complete. There is naught besides.Even if you go through all the stages of a Bodhisattva’s progress

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Image from PonderAbout.Com

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Gahan Wilson has tickled me all my life.

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So death, the most terrifying of ills, is nothing to us, since so long as we exist, death is not with us; but when death comes, then we do not exist. It does not then concern either the living or the dead, since for the former it is not, and the latter are no more.– Epicurus

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“No one is anyone, one single immortal is all men. Like Cornelius Agrippa, I am god, I am hero, I am philosopher, I am demon, and I am world, which is a tedious way of saying that I do not exist.” —Jorge Luis Borges, The Immortal

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“ there is nothingI can writethat the sun hasn’t written or the cloudshaven’t erased” —2011-06-14

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One day Mara, the Evil One, was travelling through the villages of India with his attendants. he saw a man doing walking meditation whose face was lit up on wonder. The man had just discovered something on the ground in front of him. Mara’s attendant asked what that was and Mara replied, "A piece of truth.""Doesn’t this bother you when someone finds a piece of truth, O Evil One?" his attendant

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There's an interesting place on the side of the road on the way to Carrboro from I-40 on Old Hwy 86.  It's a stone spiral that was built by architect John Hartley at the entrance to Stone Knoll neighborhood. Stone Knoll is  a very nice subdivision with large, interesting houses on large, wooded lots that tend to be ornamented with flowers, gardens, yard art, hammocks and comfortable lawn chairs

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"We ignore the blackness of outer space and pay attention to the stars, especially if they seem to order themselves into constellations. “Common as the air” meant something worthless, but Hackworth knew that every breath of air that Fiona drew, lying in her little bed at night, just a silver flow in the moonlight, was used by her body to make skin and hair and bones. The air became Fiona, and

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I'm an extrovert.  MBTI ENtj.  When I had my appendix out last month, I was batshit by noon the next day because they left me alone in my room with no conversation. My husband is an introvert.  We manage the difference by me going out into the world to be with people and him  going to the woods to be alone.  Several of my friends feel that it is their obligation to get me out of his hair. And

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IIn this composition the word kun (‘be’) is simply inscribed in kufic script. The word alludes to the phrase in the Qur’an, ‘and the day he [God] says “Be”, and it is’ (Qur’an 2:117).  From Stars on a Dark Night

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Really, when ya come right down to it, enjoying good food is one of the two most fun things a human can do.~ Steve Lacey

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When I had lived here a year or two, my neighbor asked me when I was going to mow those weeds down in my front yard.  I said,"I'm waiting for those little flowers that came up to stop flowering first."  He said, "Those aren't flowers.  Those are weeds."  I said, "Weeds are flowers you don't want and I like those.  I'm not mowing until they finish blooming." They are called Star of Bethlehem and

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I am the wife of a lovely man. He fits me. I have an almost-adult son. Most of the time (when he's not living at home) I really like him. I have a great house. It is small enough to be manageable for tending to and I could afford the mortgage even before I found this husband. I have an incredible yard that we have filled with things that bloom and things to eat and things to delight the

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Nothing exists; all is a dream. God—man—the world—the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars—a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space—and you!...And you are not you—you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought.   Mark Twain (1835-1910)

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http://www.futilitycloset.com/2011/04/11/art-and-artifice

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Today, joy. Tomorrow, pain. Next Thursday, want. On June 8th, a stubbed toe or a random act of violence or a birthday. All passing. All replaced by the next thing. You will not have this moment again. Love it. Sweet, sour, salty, bitter, spicy, umami, astringent. ROYGBIV

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No apologies to Pink Floyd.

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But, say you, surely there is nothing easier than for me to imagine trees, for instance, in a park, or books existing in a closet, and nobody by to perceive them. I answer, you may so, there is no difficulty in it; but what is all this, I beseech you, more than framing in your mind certain ideas which you call books and trees, and the same time omitting to frame the idea of any one that may

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The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal—every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open—this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Washington Irving (1783-1859) I wonder what the mechanism in human brains is that causes this?

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What a piece of work is man How noble in reason How infinite in faculties In form and moving How express and admirable In action how like an angel In apprehension how like a god The beauty of the world The paragon of animals I have of late But wherefore I know not Lost all my mirth This goodly frame The earth Seems to me a sterile promontory This most excellent canopy The air-- look you! This

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"All I Really Want" Do I stress you out My sweater is on backwards and inside out And you say how appropriate I don't want to dissect everything today I don't mean to pick you apart you see But I can't help it There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off Slap me with a splintered ruler And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't there already If only I could hunt the hunter And all

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mojodragonfly  An interesting quote regarding a narrative conception of the self: “Man is...a story-telling animal. That means I can only answer the question, ‘What am I to do?’ if I can answer the prior question ‘Of what story or stories do I find myself a part?’” -Alisdair MacIntyre

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"Embedding disabled by request" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acvIVA9-FMQ Do you hear me, I'm talking to you Across the water across the deep blue ocean Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying Boy I hear you in my dreams I feel your whisper across the sea I keep you with me in my heart You make it easier when life gets hard I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend Lucky to have been where

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Salty, sweet, blue, fear, umami, love, puce, rage, chocolate, delight, despair, sour, silly, creamy, slippery, spicy, verdant, breezy, warm, nippy, nippley, honey, sun, lavender, burn, sharp, mellow, razor blade hot, golden, burning cold, soft, tingly, harsh, magenta, ruby, wind, scarlet, dawn, mauve, tight, rank, smooth, coffee, rainy, jasmine ....

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Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars... and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers - for no reason. It

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Everything you can imagine is real. - Pablo Picasso

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God made everything out of nothing, but the nothingness shows through. - Paul Valery

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iahnhiatm explainedMay. 31st, 2008 at 11:34 PM "I am human, nothing human is alien to me." In the early '80s, I heard Maya Angelou speak to an auditorium of folks at a local community college. This quote is a translation of a quote attributed to Terence and she used it as a launching point to encourage her audience to realize that they are capable of anything that is experienced by a human.

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When they say Don't I know you? say no. When they invite you to the party remember what parties are like before answering. Someone telling you in a loud voice they once wrote a poem. Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate. Then reply. If they say We should get together say why? It's not that you don't love them anymore. You're trying to remember something too important to forget. Trees. The

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Mr. Reaper's Really Bad Morning from Fifteen Pound Pink Productions on Vimeo.

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http://www.behance.net/Jerico I particularly like this piece by Santander.

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http://www.crisvector.com/ I'm not taken with all his work, but some of it moves me.

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Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net Nope.  Too late.

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Posting is pointless.

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Oh, yes.

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A Zen master lay dying. His monks are all gathered around his deathbed, and the senior monk leans over and asks the master for any final words of wisdom for his monks. The old master weakly says, "Tell them Truth is like a river." The senior monk relays this message on to the other monks. The youngest monk in the group is confused, and asks, "What does he mean that Truth is like a river?" The

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It has everything :-)  Joy, loneliness, fear of mortality, delight, courage, terror, unexpected loss.

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http://becoming-vapor.blogspot.com/2010/12/god-vs-god.html

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You really DON'T have to stay on the rocks.

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Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool. Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) Perhaps I should. People only see what they are prepared to see.

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by Robert Kroese "Uzziel told me that Heaven is where God is." "Well, yes,, technically that's true.  On the other hand, God is not limited by time and space and therefore is everywhere.  Or nowhere.  The point is, calling Heaven the presence of God is like defining the Universe as where all the stuff is." This book is making me laugh often.  Part of it is his turn of phrase but a lot of it is

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Mostly just makes-me-laugh entertainment  but then there's "Certain things have to happen for the Apocalypse to take place.  They're going to happen, no matter what you and I do.  We can go with the flow, or we can fight it, but the river is going where it's going.  We're just splashing around in the stream." "So then... what's the point, if nothing you do is going to make any difference in the

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What if everything is an illusion  and nothing exists?  In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.   ~Woody Allen

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by Sue Hubbell: ..waves of people who find the cities too complicated have come here, meaning to lead lives of simplicity.  What they have not yet discovered is that a life is as simple or as complicated as the person living it and that people who have found life in the city overwhelming will find it even more so here, where it is much harder to make a living.  When a person has money coming in

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Rincewind:  Is it true that your life passes before your eyes before you die? Death:  YES. Rincewind: That's a ghastly thought, really...Suppose I am just about about to die and this is my whole life passing before my eyes. Death:  I THINK, PERHAPS, YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND.  PEOPLE'S LIVES DO PASS IN FRONT OF THEIR EYES BEFORE THEY DIE.  THE PROCESS IS CALLED "LIVING."

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http://www.jonathancoulton.com/2010/10/18/and-i-couldnt-even-get-the-math-right/ "...everything around us is at least a little weird and unknowable and that’s the way it’s supposed to be."

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The greatest surfer is the one having the most fun.  ~ keala kennelly

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Random Koans  Refresh the page to get a new koan.

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I started this blog as a place to get stuff out of my head.  Then, I started storing things that made me smile or "spoke to me".  Then I got curious about whether any one else was actually reading it because no one ever commented.  I plugged in Feedjit and Sitemeter and made them as unobtrusive as possible because I didn't want to intimidate anyone who might be paying attention.  I figured that

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I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.   - Douglas Adams

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"...moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding." (Neverwhere ~Neil Gaiman)

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From Letters of Note 7 HANOVER TERRACE REGENTS PARK LONDON N.W.1 AMBASSADOR 9393 4 November 1966. Dear Master Seaman, I'm glad to know of the interest of Form 5A in THE CARETAKER. I will answer your questions quite frankly. i) Davies' papers are at Sidcup because that's where they are. ii) His name is assumed because he assumed it. iii) The two brothers see little of each other because

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 Question to Peace Pilgrim:  "Why don't you accept money?" Peace Pilgrim:  Because I talk about spiritual truth, and spiritual truth should never be sold - those who sell it injure themselves spiritually...."Those who attempt to buy spiritual truth are attempting to get it before they are ready. In this wonderfully well-ordered universe, when they are ready it will be given.

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