Thursday, January 8, 2009

It just occurred to me: Everyone has pain. Everyone. Knowing this logically and knowing it emotionally are two different things.

Moaning at the Bone

Yes, I know how that sounds. And you're the one with the dirty mind.

I randomly put on 107.7, "The Bone", this morning. Following is a paraphrase of what I heard:

HAPLESS DUDE: Guys, you gotta help me.
STUPID DJS: Guffaw, snort.
DUDE: I've been, like, flirting with my girlfriend's girlfriend, and we were at a party, and we were pretty drunk, and we stepped out for a cigarette ...
DJS: B-o-o-z.
DUDE: When my girlfriend came out looking for us, her friend was on her knees.
DJS: Whoa! Yeah! Kick-ass!
DUDE: Guys, you don't understand. I love Angela. I gotta get her back.

Yep. Good luck with that.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Tonight

ME: I wonder which one of us is more the true romantic.
ADAM (slightly put-on sappy voice): The two of us together.
ME: That's why you're the truer romantic.

"Transformation of the Heart"

Yesterday I started this eight-week course at the East Bay Meditation Center. It's facilitated by Larry Yang, who I've taken other courses with, and he really brings out the troops. Everyone loves Larry, and with good reason: He's smart, incisive, and down to earth.

I found this statement of his particularly useful:

"When we notice we're not the people we aspire to be, that is actually the beginning of the practice. That is where you have a choice. We can't change anything we're not aware of."

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Twilight Zone, "Eye of the Beholder"

Closing narration:

"Now the questions that come to mind. Where is this place and when is it? What kind of world where ugliness is the norm and beauty the deviation from that norm? You want an answer? The answer is, it doesn't make any difference. Because the old saying happens to be true: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, in this year or a hundred years hence, on this planet or wherever there is human life, perhaps out amongst the stars."
My favorite professor at St. Mary's, Wesley Gibson, once said: "I write to communicate."

I'm trying to keep that in mind right now.

It just hit me -- how personal this project I'm writing is, how much I've already put out there for anyone to see. I don't usually look at it like that. I'm often pretty confident and defiant. But right now it just hit me and my head is swimming.

Thursday, January 1, 2009