Wednesday, December 17, 2025

Getting Old

I told a dude today that I'm driving my last car and feeding my last cat, the youngest of three. He gave me one of those looks that signaled his receipt of vexing commentary. I've always had a knack for reading facial epressions, having learned from the master at exhibiting them. His perplexed eyes and telling facial shape-shifts assured me that he, like seemingly all people in Appalachia proper, suffered from what I call striaght-pipe mentality, which infected them as small children from sectarian agencies such as VBS, fuelled by the lies told by preachers. It has become axiomatic that whenever I am faced with what used to be be exasperating angern at the insanity of life here, I returned to both my AA instruction and especially the dharma, which calms internal storms. And I went on my way carrying none of it as I went. I am irreverant concerning most all of human traditions and cultural practices, especially those that have become expected. I'll spare the inventory. But there are at least two that are impervious to my skepticism; the law and the dharma. With emphasis on the latter, I cannot say that I've read any significant measure of the suttras. I don't necessarily belive that the Buddha wasn't myth. I don't even buy that the man beneath the the boddha tree came up with the suttras; they're too perfect for human invention. In any event, in my fourth year of meditation, which now comes quite natural to me, I have realized that the greatest challenge is in the first of the noble eight fold path to eventual escape from the wheel of Samsari: Right View. RV has two parts -- honest view, which is absolutely no problem for me as I have been witnessing the unfolding of pure, oftentimes, wicked fact for decades now, and what Thich Nhat Hanh referred to as inter-being. Therein lies my inability to connect.

Sunday, December 7, 2025

Thich Nhat Hanh: Get away from being narrow-minded [Buddha's way 10]

Fetch Me My Pistol

It's in the wardrobe, honey. Careful, it's loaded. "Goddamn, Daddy, it's heavy!" "It's a serious thing, girl. The weight is the measure of its ability to inflict immediate and irreparable changes in people, places, and things." "Whole collateral families, too." "Never touch the metal if you can help it. My uncle Billy Joe bragged on me once for handling a 357 magnum correctly. By the handle, perfectly fetched from a remote place in Deer Lodge, Tennessee." "The compliment still hangs in my periphery, curtainish. Pure pride." "And, at that time, I was not fully rid of stupidity." "I miss him." "I miss his amazing stash, too." Okay, put it back.

Cold Souls (2009) Official Trailer # 1 - Paul Giamatti

This misleading trailer does the film, which is deep and dangerous, a violent injustice. It has to do, perhaps, with poetry and fluoxitine. But it has to do with so much more.

Paul Giamatti Being Re-Fitted