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You took apart a wolf and could not find its nature. If you take apart a car, you will not find its shape. We are talking about Buddha-nature. Wolves have no Buddha-nature. Canines have no Buddha-nature. You have no Buddha-nature. I have no Buddha-nature. But sometimes, Buddha-nature can manifest wolfness, or canineness, or youness, or meness. And sometimes not. These separate wolfy things are an illusion. There is a wolf. It has wolfy nature. It is a wolf. A wolf is not a paw. A wolf is not a cold nose. A wolf is not a woof. To consider that a wolf is just these parts is so ridiculously silly I wonder why anyone would suggest such a daft argument. But after all your talk, after all my talk, there is still Wolf...
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La Canción Del Aullido Hondo
Those who know me might tell you that I am a rather strange and unique creature. I have been a healer, monk, a killer, a ne'er-do-well, a burner, a student, an artist, a technician, an organizer, a vagabond... my life and being is full of dualities and paradox. I am a creature of both light and dark. I walk with a knife strapped on and sleep with a stuffed animal. I like post-industrial artifacts and tree-lined waterfalls, good merlot and instant orange drink, symphonies and gritty rock, academia and the urban jungle... so think what you want about this. Just be sure you think well, and that you think for yourself. If I can get you to truly do that much, then there might be a chance that you aren't one of the herd.
The Grill & Reliquary
The big shade cover thing I have been entrusted with to finish is indeed finished. It has grommets, it is patched, it is rolled up for easy carrying. My tent, too, has new patches from the same type of material, so in between that and a couple of spring clamps and blankets, I am set. I spent five hours on the campus lawn in front of Pioneer Theater to do it... and get this: I got a lot of stares and gawkers but not one person asked what I was doing. Has society become so cloistered that no one actually speaks to another anymore? Just a thought.
Wed, August 20, 2008 - 5:17 PM
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So then... my art project is almost ready, as well. I know I hadn't planned on any sort of art project, but it hit me one night and I rolled with it... something about a pig on a stick... I'll debut it on the playa and take pictures. ;) I have to make sure the lab is ready for when I am gone sometime tomorrow, so there's a full shift in there somewhere right there. I need to touch base with my profesors for next week. I also need to prep for the mad shopping spree on Friday after my money hits my account, and squeeze in a visit from the vet in the afternoone, and arrange with my kittysitter. I need another plastic tub, various batteries, smokies, and other things I have compiled on a list I have lying around this disaster of an apartment somewhere. And yes, laundry. I must get soap Friday and do my laundry. And, and, and... (!!!) Ceiling Cat has smiled on my works, and it is good. I can has playa now!
Playa prep is coming along nicely... I know most of you are up to your armpits in playa prep, as well. Good luck!
Mon, August 18, 2008 - 2:46 AM
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Gah. It would be nice to have my last paycheck before the burn now rather than Friday. I could get so much more done without the stress. As it is, these things are on the "to do" list for the next few days: I'm the one with the time and the grommet kit, so I need to grommet the shade cover for our camp, which means I need to find the room and likely buy extra grommets with what little spare change I have right now. (If I run out of money for smokes I am going to be very cranky!) I need to also patch my tent, which will involve setting it up outside, clamping the cloth to the tent, slapping on some quick and dirty stitches and trimming the result. I also have the necessity of ensuring I have everything else I need and compiling a list for my mad shopping spree Friday. I need to try contacting my professors again to make sure my classes are taken care of, and I need to make sure the rat lab is set up for my absence. I also need to contact my gorgeous Russian catsitter an go over the details, and make sure there is food for all the critters. So much to do, and I can't allow myself to be as deliciously distracted as I was last week. Yes, there are photos from that, but they are not for you. ;) Grommet, sew, network, shop, and I'm sure of more I haven't thought of yet. It's going to be a busy week. If I don't see or talk to anyone before then, I'll be in Hushville at 7 o'clock and Edsel. Just look for all the wayward art...
I am what many would consider an atypical male. Among the many things I do and view differently from the garden-variety heterosexual male is that I have almost no interest in sports whatsoever. Indeed, I am indifferent to the such things as playoff series, college football (even though I live across the street from a stadium) and batting averages... shit, I don't even know when this thing called a "superbowl" is going on until after the fact. Bread and circuses to feed the masses and detract from reality, I say...
Wed, August 13, 2008 - 4:22 PM
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This is not to say I am completely unknowledgeable about sports. I did indeed have a father who would bury himself in the sports section of the newspaper, which often had the comics, and would make sure the local NBA team was always on the television. There was also *always* some sort of sporting event on the television at Thanksgiving (yuk!), where the men would gather while the women would be in the kitchen, paying oh-so-traditional roles, and in the end, boring the holy fuck out of me until the food was served. In some attempt to bond with this man as a child I watched these things - I learned the difference between a power forward and a point guard, the basic rules of the oddity that is American football, and I have a rudimentary understanding the differences between collegiate and professional sports. Learning these things never translated into any interest, and so I became one of those freaks of American culture: a heterosexual male with no interest in professional sports. However, about every four years, something called the Olympic Games comes around, and it is just enough of a novelty to lead me to track the very basics of what is going on. I still don't watch the events... I have better thing to do with my time, like downloading LOLcats and drinking iced coffee while loading up plastic bins to go to the middle of the desert with over forty thousand other freaks. No, I don't watch, but I do know something about the games. I can name more Olympic athletes than I can name football players. I can tell you what year Carl Lewis broke the world record in the 100m but I cannot tell you who won the Superbowl last year. Personally, it's the appeal of competition without being paid... competition just for competition's sake. No one gets paid multi-million dollar contracts to compete at the Olympic Games. They go just because they can... not withstanding what they do in the years between, of course, which I really don't care too much about in any case. So then, onto Michael Phelps, possibly the swimmingest motherfucker ever spawned. Eleven career golds and counting. Perhaps this is why I found this little animation so amusing: img.photobucket.com/albums/v...aiyan.gif Yeah, I'm a geek. Like I said, I am NOT a typical male. Time to get back to burn prep, then...
The battle was joined, and the moop didn't stand a chance... nice turnout! I took my camera, of course, but I spent far more time on cleaning than snapping photos, so I only have one or two to share. It was nice enough to see that these things can still be set aside to get those things done that need to get done, and this gives me warm fuzzy feelings that a solution will eventually be found. Differences are still simmering in the whole Vivid/E11 fiasco, that is certain, but that whole mess can wait until after BRC; and honestly, I think that is the present consensus/cease-fire arrangement...
Sat, August 9, 2008 - 9:25 PM
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In any case, kudos to the loverly Messenger for rolling the ball on this! Now, I think, it is time for all to get back to business and get ready for the playa...
Alrighty then... Tinfoil Hat v2.0 is ready to rock and roll out at Seabase tomorrow! I also have a lawn rake with a magnet and by the Wart of the Divine Lady of Belschutz, I will use it, too. Someone must take a camera. Hell, I think *I* will. :)
Fri, August 8, 2008 - 11:02 PM
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Sleep well, soldiers. The battle against the Moop Legion begins at sunrise! I'll see you on teh battlefield...
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