tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655999530123165962024-03-12T19:04:33.771-07:00Metaphorage2Patterns everywhere...David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.comBlogger1101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-43471760775861968752024-02-17T14:18:00.000-08:002024-02-17T14:18:53.544-08:00Liza’s brother <p> I recently introduced my online friend Liza May as “a writer” who I met via dance. I was right. <a href="https://open.substack.com/pub/lizamay/p/jefferson">My brother Jefferson</a></p><p><br /></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-88628604248893404102024-01-26T05:42:00.000-08:002024-01-26T05:42:47.140-08:00I dedicate this poem to my wife, Sara<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLiDPfEy5U-0u1R-Z-Bd6rH7sZKIs2V6-2tTAPuGLh0LrpGDjcz-I8Hz5M2yBv55ngols5bWz6U5gEvNqY66ySmGU6S51eRhVPKb9eRF8LzICKsngTIwzJPMbw-HYqalLKvlf5Y27SCyCNFYkWyNEMem00nzgSt2nrq4rGQG2ZW79oBilCwfT6oweq3Ql0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2796" data-original-width="1290" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLiDPfEy5U-0u1R-Z-Bd6rH7sZKIs2V6-2tTAPuGLh0LrpGDjcz-I8Hz5M2yBv55ngols5bWz6U5gEvNqY66ySmGU6S51eRhVPKb9eRF8LzICKsngTIwzJPMbw-HYqalLKvlf5Y27SCyCNFYkWyNEMem00nzgSt2nrq4rGQG2ZW79oBilCwfT6oweq3Ql0" width="111" /></a></div><br /><p></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-73695843830851013412024-01-26T05:33:00.000-08:002024-01-26T05:33:53.613-08:00The Other Minds Archive<p> I often listened to the Other Minds program on KPFA and now KALW. It stretches the mind and soul. Its archive announced a new online portal today and Joseph Bohigian <a href="https://newmusicusa.org/nmbx/other-minds-archives-goes-live-january-26-2024/">interviewed the archivists for New Music</a> about their site. I consider this a key milestone in modern classical and experimental music and I hope that you will enjoy it.</p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-12923533653192595922024-01-07T09:20:00.000-08:002024-01-07T09:20:28.777-08:00Sam Bercholz interview<p> <span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 16px;">n the Seventies I was acquainted with Sam Bercholz, the owner of Shambhala Publications. I frequented his bookstore on Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley and both businesses loomed large in my life. He was also a founder of the meditation center where I learned to meditate. Of course the publication of the book “Cutting Through Spiritual Materialism” was the most important part of this story. </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 16px;">Below </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 16px;">is an interview with him and his son, Ivan, which I think is interesting. You might like it too. The reminder of impermanence and mortality is a strong and germane element here. As an aside, I’ll note that here I learned that Alan Watts, whose books first introduced me to Buddhism, was with Trungpa Rinpoche the last day of Alan’s life.</span></p><a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/loveistheauthor/episodes/Episode-84---Samuel--Ivan-Bercholz-e2e2mpm">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/loveistheauthor/episodes/Episode-84---Samuel--Ivan-Bercholz-e2e2mpm</a><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" />David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-50500832291229175702023-12-03T08:05:00.000-08:002023-12-03T08:08:00.338-08:00The poem “WildPeace” by Yehuda Amichai <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWjYSi4mkJ1UwniDSBR73PeAh8eSvz4KTq_VrGf6b15HQo7R5GjOMIVdm6lGxEV2d9pElcEnXwE2aIGxmia_tOtH8miY975EjK7G9X2sTvDrmya9cW25JsZAWzTcKfxLJPSRUsplVnkyApMFwIMgagfq4Wwzsoy1ZiWfihinSj86s3D92qft-1SDPp1K_c" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2796" data-original-width="1290" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWjYSi4mkJ1UwniDSBR73PeAh8eSvz4KTq_VrGf6b15HQo7R5GjOMIVdm6lGxEV2d9pElcEnXwE2aIGxmia_tOtH8miY975EjK7G9X2sTvDrmya9cW25JsZAWzTcKfxLJPSRUsplVnkyApMFwIMgagfq4Wwzsoy1ZiWfihinSj86s3D92qft-1SDPp1K_c" width="111" /></a></div><br /><p></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-75438720191686734702023-12-02T12:08:00.000-08:002023-12-02T12:08:35.045-08:00The Billy Collins poem “Aristotle”<p> <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46706/aristotle">https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46706/aristotle</a></p><div class="o-vr o-vr_12x" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; border: 0px; font-family: adobe-garamond-pro, Garamond, Baskerville, "Baskerville Old Face", "Hoefler Text", "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 37.5px; 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color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; transition: color 0.25s cubic-bezier(0.215, 0.61, 0.355, 1); vertical-align: baseline;">BILLY COLLINS</a></span></div></div><div class="c-feature-bd" style="border: 0px; font-size: 1.1875rem; font-style: inherit; line-height: 1.3; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="o-poem isActive" data-view="PoemView" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.125rem; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">This is the beginning.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Almost anything can happen.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">This is where you find<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">the creation of light, a fish wriggling onto land,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">the first word of <em style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Paradise Lost</em> on an empty page.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Think of an egg, the letter <em style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">A</em>,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">a woman ironing on a bare stage<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">as the heavy curtain rises.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">This is the very beginning.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">The first-person narrator introduces himself,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">tells us about his lineage.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">The mezzo-soprano stands in the wings.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Here the climbers are studying a map<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">or pulling on their long woolen socks.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">This is early on, years before the Ark, dawn.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">The profile of an animal is being smeared<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">on the wall of a cave,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">and you have not yet learned to crawl.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">This is the opening, the gambit,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">a pawn moving forward an inch.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">This is your first night with her,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">your first night without her.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">This is the first part<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">where the wheels begin to turn,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">where the elevator begins its ascent,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">before the doors lurch apart.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">This is the middle.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Things have had time to get complicated,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">messy, really. Nothing is simple anymore.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Cities have sprouted up along the rivers<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">teeming with people at cross-purposes—<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">a million schemes, a million wild looks.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Disappointment unshoulders his knapsack<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">here and pitches his ragged tent.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">This is the sticky part where the plot congeals,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">where the action suddenly reverses<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">or swerves off in an outrageous direction.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Here the narrator devotes a long paragraph<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">to why Miriam does not want Edward's child.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Someone hides a letter under a pillow.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Here the aria rises to a pitch,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">a song of betrayal, salted with revenge.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">And the climbing party is stuck on a ledge<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">halfway up the mountain.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">This is the bridge, the painful modulation.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">This is the thick of things.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">So much is crowded into the middle—<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">the guitars of Spain, piles of ripe avocados,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Russian uniforms, noisy parties,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">lakeside kisses, arguments heard through a wall—<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">too much to name, too much to think about.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">And this is the end,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">the car running out of road,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">the river losing its name in an ocean,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">the long nose of the photographed horse<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">touching the white electronic line.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">This is the colophon, the last elephant in the parade,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">the empty wheelchair,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">and pigeons floating down in the evening.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Here the stage is littered with bodies,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">the narrator leads the characters to their cells,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">and the climbers are in their graves.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">It is me hitting the period<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">and you closing the book.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">It is Sylvia Plath in the kitchen<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">and St. Clement with an anchor around his neck.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">This is the final bit<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">thinning away to nothing.<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">This is the end, according to Aristotle,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">what we have all been waiting for,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">what everything comes down to,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">the destination we cannot help imagining,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">a streak of light in the sky,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">a hat on a peg, and outside the cabin, falling leaves.<br /></div></div></div></div></div><div class="o-grid" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; border: 0px; font-family: adobe-garamond-pro, Garamond, Baskerville, "Baskerville Old Face", "Hoefler Text", "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="o-grid-col o-grid-col_10of12" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="o-vr_2x" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 6.25px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="c-txt c-txt_note c-txt_note_mini" style="border: 0px; color: #767676; display: inline-block; font-family: canada-type-gibson, "Gill Sans", "Gill Sans MT", Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 0.75rem; font-style: inherit; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Billy Collins, “Aristotle” from <em style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Picnic, Lightning.</em> Copyright © 1998 by Billy Collins. All rights are controlled by the University of Pittsburgh Press. Reprinted with the permission of the University of Pittsburgh Press, www.pitt.edu/~press/.</span></div><div class="o-vr o-vr_2x" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 6.25px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="c-txt c-txt_note c-txt_note_mini" style="border: 0px; color: #767676; display: inline-block; font-family: canada-type-gibson, "Gill Sans", "Gill Sans MT", Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 0.75rem; font-style: inherit; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Source: <em style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Picnic Lightning</em> (University of Pittsburgh Press, 1998)</span></div></div></div>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-22136239722210406732023-11-28T20:17:00.000-08:002023-11-28T20:17:23.776-08:00Pema Khandro Rinpoche teaching on change<p><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.25); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); caret-color: rgb(212, 212, 213); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 16px; word-spacing: 1px;">This article strikes the heart of the matter.</span></p><p><a href="https://www.lionsroar.com/four-points-for-letting-go-bardo/">https://www.lionsroar.com/four-points-for-letting-go-bardo/</a> </p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-40155523305558989082023-11-26T20:40:00.000-08:002023-11-26T20:40:02.459-08:00Where did that bounty hunter idea come from<p> I was surprised when I read this article. I didn’t know about the deep philosophical roots behind Texas’s anti-abortion law. Now that I know the background and philosophy of both Clarence Thomas and his former law clerk, I can see what they are doing. Obviously they both threaten the legal basis for legal structures that are very important to me. Also, I doubt that most people have any idea what they are up to. Heads up!</p><p><a href="https://www.newyorker.com/news/annals-of-inquiry/the-conservative-who-wants-to-bring-down-the-supreme-court">https://www.newyorker.com/news/annals-of-inquiry/the-conservative-who-wants-to-bring-down-the-supreme-court</a><br /></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-85511204266125221382023-11-26T20:08:00.000-08:002023-11-26T20:43:29.052-08:00A Panacea for the Heart An Incitement to Virtue Through Reflection on Impermanence<p>On the death of Christina Monson, an important lesson.</p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: Amiri, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0rem;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px;"><br /></strong></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: Amiri, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1rem; margin-top: 0rem;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px;">Sogan Rinpoche</strong> (Sogan Tulku Pema Lodoe) composed "A Panacea for the Heart: An Incitement to Virtue Through Reflection on Impermanence" upon learning of Christina's passing. It includes the following verse:</p><blockquote style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.4rem; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.428571; margin: 0px 0px 20px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0rem; text-align: center;">And when my Dharma siblings who I wished to remain here with me inseparably<br />Are led away without hope of intervening, by the Lord of Death himself, I feel sad<br />But sadness and grief don’t help; let us rouse strength of heart<br style="margin-bottom: 0px;" />And spurn ourselves to practice virtue and dedicate it with aspirations.</p><p style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0rem; text-align: center;"><br /></p></blockquote><p>The full poem is at the link below. (note: I suspect a translation error substituted “spurn” for “spur” at the end.</p><p><a href="https://www.shambhala.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2023/11/A-Panacea-for-the-Heart.pdf">https://www.shambhala.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2023/11/A-Panacea-for-the-Heart.pdf</a></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-83504679398811774582023-11-09T05:37:00.000-08:002023-11-09T05:37:03.789-08:00My favorite Improv West Coast Swing<p>I <span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 16px;">dance West Coast Swing as a hobby and have for almost 50 years. This dance has evolved over the years but at an especially rapid rate in the past five years - in my opinion it's at it's best now. On top of that, these two dancers, Ben and Victoria, are among the best in the world of contemporary WCS. I have watched them since they began to dance as teenagers and I just marvel at what they do. Please watch this video - it is my favorite WCS dance ever!</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UPKvP5Vro5I" width="320" youtube-src-id="UPKvP5Vro5I"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-69514726627988424392023-11-05T16:27:00.002-08:002023-11-05T17:01:46.109-08:00Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche quotes on change<p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Loss of friends and relatives is much more common at my age. It is not any easier now just because it is well known. With that fact at the forefront, the imminence of death is clearly something to keep in mind. So is the recombination of our circle of friends, family, and colleagues. I now face the near term death of several people who are really key in my life. Pontificating in the face of this development is questionable, so I will keep this short and turn this post over to someone more qualified, Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, "Bookman Old Style", "Old Standard TT", "Serifa BT", "URW Bookman L", "itc bookman", "Modern 216", Kepler, Times, "Times News Roman", serif; font-size: 20.799999px;">Change is continuous. Day by day, one season slips into the next. Day turns into night and night to day. Buildings don’t suddenly grow old; rather, second by second, from the moment they’re constructed, they begin to deteriorate… Think of beings inhabiting this universe. How many people born a hundred years ago are still alive?… We see the play of impermanence in our relationships as well. How many of our family members, friends, people in our hometown, have died? How many have moved away, disappearing from our lives forever?… At one time we felt happy just being near a person we loved. Just to hold that person’s hand made us feel wonderful. Now maybe we can’t stand him, don’t want to know anything about him. Whatever comes together must fall apart, whatever once fathered must separate, whatever was born must die. Continual change, relentless change, is constant in our world.</span></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, "Bookman Old Style", "Old Standard TT", "Serifa BT", "URW Bookman L", "itc bookman", "Modern 216", Kepler, Times, "Times News Roman", serif; font-size: 20.799999px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 350px;"></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, "Bookman Old Style", "Old Standard TT", "Serifa BT", "URW Bookman L", "itc bookman", "Modern 216", Kepler, Times, "Times News Roman", serif; font-size: 20.799999px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 350px;"></p><center style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, "Bookman Old Style", "Old Standard TT", "Serifa BT", "URW Bookman L", "itc bookman", "Modern 216", Kepler, Times, "Times News Roman", serif; font-size: 20.799999px;"><i>...</i></center><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, "Bookman Old Style", "Old Standard TT", "Serifa BT", "URW Bookman L", "itc bookman", "Modern 216", Kepler, Times, "Times News Roman", serif; font-size: 20.799999px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 350px;"></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, "Bookman Old Style", "Old Standard TT", "Serifa BT", "URW Bookman L", "itc bookman", "Modern 216", Kepler, Times, "Times News Roman", serif; font-size: 20.799999px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 350px;">Don’t burden others with your expectations. Understanding their limitations can inspire compassion instead of disappointment, ensuring beneficial and workable relationships. Remember that you have only a short time together. Be grateful for each day you share.</p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, "Bookman Old Style", "Old Standard TT", "Serifa BT", "URW Bookman L", "itc bookman", "Modern 216", Kepler, Times, "Times News Roman", serif; font-size: 20.799999px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 350px;"><br /></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, "Bookman Old Style", "Old Standard TT", "Serifa BT", "URW Bookman L", "itc bookman", "Modern 216", Kepler, Times, "Times News Roman", serif; font-size: 20.799999px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 350px;"><a href="https://tzal.org/quotes-by-chagdud-tulku-rinpoche/">https://tzal.org/quotes-by-chagdud-tulku-rinpoche/</a><br /></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-13402723342917570122023-11-03T20:50:00.001-07:002023-11-03T20:51:39.032-07:00Jane Marie Law post about the humanity of her class<p> My heart is so moved by this post, in our time of great sorrow for those who suffer, that I shed tears. It moves me to hear of genuine humanity showing up in response to what we are seeing. Many kudos to the professor who wrote this and many thanks… 🙏</p><p><br /></p><p>Jane Marie Law’s post on Facebook:</p><p><br /></p><p>An Everyday Miracle at Cornell University</p><p><br /></p><p>It is unusual to have the university where I teach, Cornell in Ithaca, NY be in the national news for the same reason for an extended period of time. Usually, national news celebrates the accomplishments of some scholar, or some unusual student, and it’s a flash in the pan. Someone wins a Nobel prize or a national or international award. A new bird or bug is discovered. That’s sad, because that’s what should be in the news every day about my institution. Amazing things happen at Cornell every single day. So it has been very unsettling to be on the front page of the major media day in and day out for weeks on end. I have many thoughts and opinions about the events that have transpired at Cornell and they probably don’t align with the main stream coverage. But I don’t want to talk about that.</p><p><br /></p><p>What will never make the news is what happens every day in classrooms across our beautiful campus. It should be what makes the news. Every day in seminars, lecture halls, labs, and field projects, students from the most diverse places on the planet get together and learn together, and make friendships that will last a lifetime and change the way they think because they’ve met someone different from themselves. Every day in seminar, lecture hall, labs and field projects, students fall in love with ideas, biology, poetry, film, languages, physics, and sometimes even each other. I know from having taught at this university for almost 35 years that the love affairs with ideas my students develop are intimately tied up with the people with whom they learn those things – – professors, teaching assistants, instructors, lecturers and other students. Ideas and knowledge don’t change people. People change people and at universities like this it’s often very beautiful to see. But you won’t read that in the news. It’s not even newsworthy here.</p><p><br /></p><p>Let me tell you about a class I’m teaching right now. This class is held in the crappiest classroom I’ve ever had at Cornell, a basement room, devoid of any decoration, save a chalkboard and tiny windows high up, overgrown with not ivy but weeds (some inside the room) because it’s in a basement and walls are painted an off-white, with desks that are not fixed and with utterly no charm. The room barely fits the 24 of us. Among those 23 students are just about every form of diversity one can imagine: racial, ethnic, socioeconomic, nationality, gender, religious, dietary, able bodied and not, and political. In this small class I have eight different major religions represented. I have six different countries represented. I have all hues of political persuasion represented. I could give granular detail that would drive home this remarkable diversity, but this isn’t an essay on demographics. Perhaps it’s just what I teach, but this is how most of my classes are. And when I speak to my colleagues, this is what they say too. Incredible diversity is the norm here. People are lovable when they are learning enhancing things, and they learn to love the friendships that form when they do this. I know this. I have watched it happen for almost 35 years. </p><p><br /></p><p>But let me tell you something really special about my students, particularly this group this semester. After the massacre on October 7 by Hamas against Jews in the kibbutzim and the subsequent invasion of Gaza by the Israeli Defense Forces and the unfolding and unrelenting horror of the high casualties among Palestinian civilians in Gaza, my students did not scramble to find a simple position to take. They opened up to one another in remarkable ways and, led by our discussions in class and the kind of atmosphere that is actually fairly common in these kinds of diverse settings, they listened to one another, and showed an enormous care for one another that was beyond avoiding uncomfortable conversations. They were filled with self-recriminations that they did not understand the situation with more nuance. And they also felt guilty to be continuing to go about their lives and their studies when the world was dealt so many horrible blows in such quick succession. Rather than hardening into ideological positions, the view you would have if you read the mainstream media, they got soft and open to one another. They may have had to be reminded by me that as a class they represent nothing short of a miracle of humanity, but I think the real miracle is the realization that when you put a diverse group of students in a small classroom to do productive work together, something happens. </p><p><br /></p><p>Cornell University is closing tomorrow for one day of community reflection. But for my classes, we had class today, and I felt that that day of reconciliation and reflection could not come soon enough, so I declared today, “Zoomin’ in Your Jammies Day.” Students could come to class on ZOOM in their pajamas. They could stay in bed. They could have their stuffed animals. They could have a hot beverage. In fact, I think I might give extra credit to anyone who had a hot beverage. And everyone showed up on zoom and we read poetry together, poetry about putting your soul back together, poetry about the natural world and about bees, and about birds. There is a kind of special hush that comes over young people when they’re far from home and they’re learning the textures of their hearts and souls and minds without having it mediated by a standard curriculum. It takes my breath away sometimes, that hush. Today, even though we were on zoom, I could feel that special hush. I think we all felt very connected to one another. </p><p><br /></p><p>This won’t make it on the front page of CNN or the New York Times, but let me say this: donors and political figures and harsh critics of American academia need to realize that the students and the professors and scholars working at these major research institutions are doing something very difficult and very rare. We are actually living diversity. We all deal with deep diversity every day and we know a lot about it. It isn’t all hatred and knives and people choosing sides. That makes the news. That makes for good stories. A tragically mentally ill young man who posts hateful and violent threats against Jews on the Internet makes the news. Students attacking one another at rallies, far from the norm here but happening elsewhere, makes the news. But that is not what we see most all of the time in the diverse communities that form at places like Cornell. On the contrary, we see people building relationships that will last a lifetime with people very different from themselves. People really do discover their shared humanity. </p><p><br /></p><p>At the end of this semester, I’ll be inviting my students over to my home for dinner. I want to facilitate this moment in their lives, in every way I can because they will remember that when their alma mater made the news for something horrible, they had a tight little community, as diverse as the world will ever be, and people were gentle and kind and cared for one another, and it doesn’t ever have to be any different. Miracles happen every day at Cornell and other universities as diverse as ours. But it’s so common place we never think to report it.</p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-14303909369727385422023-11-03T18:01:00.001-07:002023-11-03T18:01:20.118-07:00Wendel Berry on poetry<p> This poem really strikes home for me and where I am these days. In fact, I was contemplating similar notions earlier today, in part because I have been noticing poetry lately, which is new for me, and partly because my line of thought is moving in this direction these days.</p><p>How to Be a Poet (to remind myself)</p><p>Wendell Berry</p><p><br /></p><p>Make a place to sit down.</p><p>Sit down. Be quiet.</p><p>You must depend upon affection, reading, knowledge, skill—more of each than you have—inspiration, work, growing older, patience, for patience joins time to eternity. Any readers who like your poems, doubt their judgment.</p><p>ii</p><p>Breathe with unconditional breath the unconditioned air. Shun electric wire. Communicate slowly. Live a three-dimensioned life; stay away from screens. Stay away from anything that obscures the place it is in. There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places.</p><p>iii</p><p>Accept what comes from silence. Make the best you can of it. Of the little words that come out of the silence, like prayers prayed back to the one who prays, make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came.</p><p><br /></p><p>—The selected poems of Wendell berry</p><p><br /></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-89627592997907553482023-11-03T12:48:00.001-07:002023-11-03T12:48:56.144-07:00Key WW2 woman spy <p> <span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 16px;">While I face my personal challenges, I often realize how small they are in comparison to the trials of war and other major travails. <a href="https://open.substack.com/pub/diedrichsrichie/p/the-woman-who-schooled-spies?r=e5zz&utm_medium=ios&utm_campaign=post">Here's </a>an example of both major challenges and major accomplishments via persistence and skill. I hope you find it interesting.</span></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-83454213784812001372023-11-02T20:05:00.004-07:002023-11-02T20:05:36.984-07:00Anne Lamott on aging<p> <a href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2023/10/30/aging-health-strength-mind-heart/">https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2023/10/30/aging-health-strength-mind-heart/</a></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-69782819769055490822023-11-02T19:57:00.002-07:002023-11-02T19:57:21.156-07:00Kinzinger tells it like it is<p> <a href="https://pbs.org/video/kinzinger-on-gop-a-dysfunctional-and-destructive-force-apmf2?source=social">https://pbs.org/video/kinzinger-on-gop-a-dysfunctional-and-destructive-force-apmf2?source=social</a></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-57164221050986062192023-11-02T12:48:00.001-07:002023-11-02T12:48:15.788-07:00Poems for soft hearts in hard times<p> <a href="https://grateful.org/resource/poems-for-soft-hearts-in-hard-times/">A collection of appropriate poems</a></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-64943507134188883732023-11-02T12:43:00.002-07:002023-11-02T12:43:36.768-07:00a Mary Oliver poem<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiRuOqUjKTJcppNWjAuWcA1h2OZzux_4HlV5AhF7TBhI6sFesFZLHmG8fu6aV_jOT8a6LIv7lUSdJBJE2-0zpgbnsL4GYad4LWzSPHPD2d4MRSGEGV9VKMsYKnccAYsZJ8AbQvaqMlRQYF2tsp2_UcIE2yK1enKezwLVGD9wd-XQfdad-hinl-47UoC-bn/s1000/IMG_0221.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiRuOqUjKTJcppNWjAuWcA1h2OZzux_4HlV5AhF7TBhI6sFesFZLHmG8fu6aV_jOT8a6LIv7lUSdJBJE2-0zpgbnsL4GYad4LWzSPHPD2d4MRSGEGV9VKMsYKnccAYsZJ8AbQvaqMlRQYF2tsp2_UcIE2yK1enKezwLVGD9wd-XQfdad-hinl-47UoC-bn/s320/IMG_0221.png" width="256" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-77732121397053803392023-11-02T12:41:00.000-07:002023-11-02T12:41:33.279-07:00a Jeff Foster poem <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrTJsyIn4S_T80cVbFOVOoasI7cq9DWotRTLtL43xK34U74N0P0pjCkoMMqClt8eIkvFVJb74CbIQIPlk8WiK09iyXjWLOtZszpc8Yn8vXTTEtT0wVjGh3ePXjPuYbe0Zg8dDdpzknkPcEZ0s1aNt_CM8iiiZJxCJNVF3jGe1TyXvKQ9VUzHDYxtkjG6S/s2732/IMG_0106.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2732" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrTJsyIn4S_T80cVbFOVOoasI7cq9DWotRTLtL43xK34U74N0P0pjCkoMMqClt8eIkvFVJb74CbIQIPlk8WiK09iyXjWLOtZszpc8Yn8vXTTEtT0wVjGh3ePXjPuYbe0Zg8dDdpzknkPcEZ0s1aNt_CM8iiiZJxCJNVF3jGe1TyXvKQ9VUzHDYxtkjG6S/s320/IMG_0106.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-80745683711343304292023-10-16T11:11:00.000-07:002023-10-16T11:11:01.698-07:00Soundtrack for growing blonde dreadlocks<p> psilocybernetics and indigenous dream riddims take hold - soundtrack for growing blonde dreadlocks</p><p><a href="https://on.soundcloud.com/HSN5LFZv4hekLLLc7">Barack's Shamandrum soundcloud</a><br /></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-63383957846117691652023-10-16T11:06:00.005-07:002023-10-16T11:06:48.311-07:00Open Culture Whole Earth Catalog archive<p> I posted recently that I tossed my print collection of Whole Earth Catalogs and associated CoEvolution Quarterlies and Whole Earth Reviews, suffering from the expected withdrawal process. Here's the online methadone for this:</p><p><a href="https://www.openculture.com/2023/10/a-new-online-archive-lets-you-read-the-whole-earth-catalog-and-other-whole-earth-publications.html">Open Culture on the online archive of The Whole Earth Catalog and magazines</a><br /></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-37818848114294543832023-10-15T07:16:00.004-07:002023-10-15T07:16:31.347-07:00Only The Mountain Remains<p> <a href="https://vimeo.com/744326172">Only The Mountain Remains </a>is a film about a spiritual teacher who is dying. I saw it a few months ago in a class on Death and Dying and recommend it to everyone. Although it is about 30 minutes long, it shows a lot. The stream is available for free.</p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-31813686773393823682023-09-26T08:26:00.003-07:002023-09-26T08:26:42.289-07:00Eggsactly!<p> This novel-sized <a href="https://www.eater.com/23819117/orange-egg-yolk-fetish-farm-to-table-locavore-virtue-marketing">article</a> about eggs, and yolks in particular, interests me!</p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-71137110314368643352023-09-20T07:50:00.000-07:002023-09-20T07:51:44.386-07:00Jakub and Emeline are my favorite partner dancers<p>Many people now use the term “Modern Swing” for the current version of West Coast Swing. This new partner dance form merits a new name because it *is* truly different. Really! I have to say I now love it, after resisting this evolution for years. Others, like my wife, object that it is not swing. Incorporating contemporary and contact improvisation as well as Zouk, it is more expressive and more physically challenging than traditional WCS. I hope that I will be able to dance it myself someday but that would require rebuilding my entire body of dance skills. We’ll see…</p><p><br /></p><p>My favorite partner team now is Jakub and Emeline. For WCS dancers they have unusual backgrounds. <a href="https://www.jemwcs.com/about">The About page on their website </a> is well worth reading.</p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765599953012316596.post-28050438931684420142023-09-14T12:43:00.003-07:002023-09-14T12:43:30.213-07:00A good interview with Richard Gere on his Buddhist journey<p> Original interview in 1999</p><p><a href="https://www.lionsroar.com/richard-gere-my-journey-as-a-buddhist/">https://www.lionsroar.com/richard-gere-my-journey-as-a-buddhist/</a></p>David E Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09754058723192150468noreply@blogger.com0