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things i enjoy greatly that make me seem like a geriatric

29 Sep
  1. knitting
  2. jigsaw puzzles
  3. butter pecan ice cream
  4. Masterpiece on PBS
  5. documentaries about random things
  6. crosswords
  7. canning
  8. tea
  9. tea cozies
  10. NPR
  11. murder mysteries (Murder She Wrote, Poirot, Inspector Lewis, etc.)

*Alternatively, one could argue that many of these things could also make me seem British, which would be vastly preferable to being geriatric.

the buddha

8 Apr

The PBS documentary The Buddha is now available to watch on their website, in case you missed it on tv last night…or don’t have tv, like me.  It’s very exciting for me to see something that I believe in showcased like that.  Buddhism hasn’t been terribly visible in this country until recently.  Thank you, Tiger.

You should watch it, especially if you don’t know anything about the Buddha or Buddhism.  They interviewed some very insightful people and the graphics are beautiful.  Even though my interpretation of Buddhism is very nontraditional, I think it gives a good overview of Buddhism and dispels a lot of the preconceptions or erroneous ideas people have about it.

Hey, maybe it will make for fewer Dharma-Burgers.  A humble practitioner can hope, can’t she?

to a stranger

13 Mar

13.   TO YOU

STRANGER! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?

When I saw the NaBloPoMo theme for this month was strange(r), I couldn’t resist a little something from Uncle Walt.  Also, most of you probably aren’t into Whitman like I am, but there’s a really wonderful documentary about him on the PBS website if you’re interested.  Cheers.

52.   TO A STRANGER

PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body
mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard, breast,
hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

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