mushin no shin

No spectacular new ideas or information here, but as a fan of San Francisco, and a fan of Henry George, I do enjoy Fred Folvary using the term San Francisco School as another name for Georgist economics.
That reminds me, I never did finish my travel diary from my trip. I can’t believe it’s been more [...]

Apparently it was August 20, 1991 when I drove up to Orlando for the first lollapalooza, which I bring up to tell again about the pre-show activities, when I ate some acid with a random hardcore freak I met in line — who actually said his name was Gonzo — who gave me a copy [...]

how do I explain
when I in pain
fail to refrain,
as even yet
it remains,
that I at best can claim,
to be insane?
No, the gaping whole, the vacuum abhorred,
the discipline — bored;
Oh sure, I agree, superficially –
I just wish I knew
how to share with you
the frozen crystal tear to which I cling,
my only rock within this thing.

Heh, awesome:
more cheezburger

So big congratulations to my dear little sister who ran off and got married last week! Nothing fancy, they did a little private pseudo-eloping thing, honeymooned for a week, then had a family lunch reception today. Met the new in-laws and my new step-niece, they all seem nice.
This of course leaves me as the last [...]

weirdness
everything is just — unsettling. I’ve got a nice buzz on — partly vodka, partly oxycodone.
But I should be nearly unconscious, which as you can see, I’m not.
It’s been a weird and shitty week, as you are aware.
tomorrow, things should start to get back to normal. I suppose I’ll go back to karate, though [...]

Named in deference, of course.
OK. Background: wasted. watching Koyaanisqatsi, first time in this, erm, state of mind.
Probably for only the second of at least 3 spins tonight.
Meanwhile, a late snack, undeserved but having it anyway –
I take one morningstar southwest veggie patty, plus one of their sausage links. Why? Because they were the end of [...]

You can’t be BOTH an intellectual elitist AND someone who actually pays attention when a pastor is speaking.
Besides, I should be the only reverend wright. But of a much weirder church. Maybe I’ll start calling this guy “cousin Jeremy”.

Awesome, in one night I can give example and counterexample to the ancient question of irony;
it’s not ironic that my knee injury forced me to miss karate tonight.
It is ironic that this leaves me home on a night the television happens to deliver both a show called “Bones”, and Doc Opera about an alcoholic curmudgeon [...]

I add, “I think I threw my knee out playing piano”.