This song reminds me of the first guy I ever loved. Don't exactly know why, but maybe I do.
Monday, May 4, 2020
Gil Fronsdal on COVID-19 as the era of care
The mutuality of care and practice in Buddhism ... the potential, the possibility that this becomes the era of care and that we are part of the caring generation that is remembered and celebrated for generations to come. It's that important what's happening now.
Saturday, May 2, 2020
Just written to Pennie
Teaching online from home is an odd one. I can do it and it works okay, but the dynamic is off. This will be the first class I've taught entirely online without ever having met the participants in person. I think it'll be okay, though. I love teaching voice. It's such a sticky wicket of a subject and people have a hard time getting their hands around it. What they don't realize (sometimes don't, at least) is that it's as much of an issue of going inward as going outward to look at other influences. Voice really relies on getting to know oneself, how one thinks and conceives of life, and the unique story these things carry. I truly believe that, and I feel that it's my job as a teacher to almost midwife this out of them. So I'm getting ready to do just that.
Friday, May 1, 2020
Prune
For the past 10 years I’ve been staring wide-eyed and with alarm as the sweet, gentle citizen restaurant transformed into a kind of unruly colossal beast. The food world got stranger and weirder to me right while I was deep in it. The “waiter” became the “server,” the “restaurant business” became the “hospitality industry,” what used to be the “customer” became the “guest,” what was once your “personality” became your “brand,” the small acts of kindness and the way you always used to have of sharing your talents and looking out for others became things to “monetize.”
A tale of restaurants, of the East Village, of change.
A tale of restaurants, of the East Village, of change.
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