Category: zen
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One Thing
There was a scene in last nights episode of House, Fox’s prime time drama about a crotchety doctor who works on ‘tough’ cases, that was really well done, but not particularly happy for me to watch. The tough case is a jazz trumpeter who has been paralyzed for months below the waist, and who suffers…
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the end of the desk?
I have a wireless laptop, and have been wireless for something approaching three years now. During that time, my need for and use of a traditional desk has progressively diminished. The idea of sitting at a desk to accomplish anything has started to become outmoded in my mind, and my idea of the perfect office…
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stuff, clutter, and Martha Stewart
Stuff: all the undefined, unnecessary flotsam of our lives that collects in the eddies of our existence. Clutter: said gatherings of flotsam in the eddies. Martha Stewart: a person who has merged OCD and too much time in the craft tent at summer camp into a multi-billion dollar empire dependent upon stuff and clutter. We…
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loneliness
you can sit in the middle of the stream and have all the water rushing past you, so to speak, but if you aren’t the destination, it just keeps on flowing by… so, as I sit here I have 773 unread RSS fed articles on my aggregator, and 162 unread messages in my email client…
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diffusion
This is a general question that I have been specifically thinking of in its current form since I was a freshman at St. John’s… “which is more important, focused action or attention on just one thing (specialization), or diffused action or attention spread across many things (generalization)”. I’ve consistently come down on the side of…
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ugh…
This dialectic between living with my parents again and living in Spokane and all it’s rich potentiality is becoming strained, it’s been four days. First off, Spokane is definitely on the rise, not on the decline as everyone keeps saying. There are good things happening all over town. They are growing organically and doing well.…
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I hate moving
…I hate having to peel the scabs of life just so that I get the privilege of breaking my back to load the U-haul, then drive the damn land barge across five states listening to country-western music and extremist Christian Neo-conservative fascist rhetorical diatribe and the call ins from the morons who think that morality…
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still not sleeping
Decisions… Writing is all about making decisions and living with them down the page. So is life. We forget this, I think, too easily. We live in a world of artifice that is intentionally designed to offer everything, reducing the necessity to make profound decisions or live with their consequences. It is the consumer culture…
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sleepless…
I so love insomnia… that nocturnal waking that languishes in the darkness, fighting to be alive when so much of you wants it to die. We battle it and always lose. I wish I were smart. I wish that I had talent. I wish that I could do something that was useful. I am none…
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locks…
So, I got out of the shower the other day and made a cup of coffee and went and sat outside on my balcony – barefoot and wearing a pair of pajamas and a sweater. Everything was fine, right up to the point where I noticed a bug flying into my house, at which point…