Thursday, January 27, 2011

biography

1.26.11 

Andrew Tennyson was a 34 year old IT specialist for Linkedin© and spent much of his days patrolling Wikis of interest and making edits as he saw fit. He was a former fighter pilot for the Canadian Forces Air Command. Though he never saw “action” he got plenty of it in brutal training regimens and sick pranks from his fellow pilots in his Air Division. Though to others, Andrew was a respectable man, in reality, he often did shameful things. His most recent sleaze-ball move was when he cheated on his Malaysian wife with some dumb broad in his cooking class he only took to get in her pants. He first saw her through the outside window of the second floor of the local breakfast hotspot—“Alonzo’s Morning”—throwing some hash browns on the fryer while he was down on the street throwing an angry letter in the box on the street corner. It was his latest rant to the government for using his precious tax dollars to fund cancer research. He stood there watching her for five minutes as she finished trying the dish from the student cook next to her. It was creepy, sleazy love at first bite.

At the Restaurant

1.24.11
At the Restaurant
by Stephen Dunn

“Life would be unbearable if we made ourselves conscious of it.”– Fernando Pessoa


Six people are too many people
and a public place the wrong place
for what you’re thinking–

stop this now.

Who do you think you are?
The duck à l’orange is spectacular,
the flan the best in town.

But there among your friends
is the unspoken, as ever,
chatter and gaiety its familiar song.

And there’s your chronic emptiness
spiraling upward in search of words
you’ll dare not say

without irony.
You should have stayed at home.
It’s part of the social contract

to seem to be where your body is,
and you’ve been elsewhere like this,
for Christ’s sake, countless times;

behave, feign.

Certainly you believe a part of decency
is to overlook, to let pass?
Praise the Caesar salad. Praise Susan’s

black dress, Paul’s promotion and raise.
Inexcusable, the slaughter of this world.
Insufficient, the merely decent man.

creativity part 2

1.25.11


Creativity comes from the spiritual realm, the collective consciousness.  And the mind is in a different realm
than the molecules of the brain.
The brain is a receiver, not a source.

Candace Pert

Time takes time ya know

1.22.11

They always say time changes things, but actually you have to change them yourself.

Andy Warhol





just a remind of what andy's art looks like

a case for collectivity

1.21.11

Our interactions with others are just as important as self-knowledge/self-realization.


'Since the common ingredient in all therapies is not insight, but a nonspecific human bond with your therapist, it seems fair to say that insight is neither necessary nor sufficient to feeling better.'

Dalai does it again

1.20.11

"Encountering suffering will definitely contribute to the elevation of your spiritual practice, provided you are able to transform the calamity and misfortune into the path."

- The Dalai Lama

"Transform the calamity" is my new mantra.

Boy! he can cook!

1.19.11

Generally, I find the paper lackluster at best, but I really enjoyed this story: http://bit.ly/hQIFbg

I, too, took up cooking at an early stage "because they don't make the sauces right."