Me and the wife have been going to worship once a week here in our sleepy little town of good and pure people. Our worship group is called "Collie Ma Follie: The Art of Being Foolish in the Wisest Way"; currently we have been practicing exercises which help us to become more compassionate and humble. On the humble road, we have a basic mantra: "I Ammmmm Hummmmm Bowl", which we chant until we feel smaller, bit by bit. We have become very proud of our progress on the humility road. High fives are in order weekly.
On the compassion road, we've gone from feeling sorry for the "less fortunate" to coming closer and closer to having some kind of true feelings for them. I recall we at first threw a couple coins at the homeless we used to see downtown, but lately we've been tucking away a dollar to hand them periodically when we're not late for appointments, out on the town. While it becomes difficult at times, because generally we have considered the homeless as a sort of barometer, if I might use that word, to measure our own fortunate condition, we are slowly realizing that we might have things in common with them. At the very least, they can get a snack or a cup of coffee with the dollars we now give them.
All in all, it's been a great learning experience, but it's going to take a lot of time to learn more.
Peace to all and we love you all.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
Go Ahead with your Own Wifey, Leave Me Alone
This is silly of me, but I don't think I ever mentioned my wife's name; even though I supposedly bragged about having one...a wife. I did tell you my kids' names, but not my wife's name! Hahahaha!
Anyway, her name is Michelle and she's a yoga instructor. She's a neo-pagan and post-feminist-apocalypticologist, and really good at knitting socks. I love her with all my heart, and this is one of the reasons for the current blog entry. Evidently some people in certain circles, do not totally like my wife. Well, I'm here to set the record straight and give them a piece of my mind.
First of all, we have property over down there in California which we rent out to people that live in that region. I send my wife down there periodically to handle the business end of dealing with the residents. I say I send her down there, but I don't own her or order her to do things in the conventional sense; I do it the right way, in the way that it is done, the free way in which we both live according to our own rules which we read in a book on neo-feminist-pagan-apocalypticology. So, anyway, here's the problem.
She goes down there to deal with some of these people we rent a house to, and she comes back and tells me how they treated her. They said she was passive-aggressive, arrogant, and completely oblivious to the fact that other people exist. She couldn't understand how this could be, considering how much she practices being at one with everyone at yoga class, and also how she practices various pagan rituals with our group, which gives her a sense that she's massively a huge part of the Universe. She's really stressed about having to even deal with this sort of people in California.
As far as I'm concerned they are ingrates. We did not need to let them rent from us. On top of that, they seem to have a problem with the fact that my wife's hair "blocks out the sun", in their own words.
Listen, I can take a joke just as much as the next guy, but we've been far too kind for far too long, giving these people places to live for near to reasonable rates. Enough is just simply enough...already.
Anyway, her name is Michelle and she's a yoga instructor. She's a neo-pagan and post-feminist-apocalypticologist, and really good at knitting socks. I love her with all my heart, and this is one of the reasons for the current blog entry. Evidently some people in certain circles, do not totally like my wife. Well, I'm here to set the record straight and give them a piece of my mind.
First of all, we have property over down there in California which we rent out to people that live in that region. I send my wife down there periodically to handle the business end of dealing with the residents. I say I send her down there, but I don't own her or order her to do things in the conventional sense; I do it the right way, in the way that it is done, the free way in which we both live according to our own rules which we read in a book on neo-feminist-pagan-apocalypticology. So, anyway, here's the problem.
She goes down there to deal with some of these people we rent a house to, and she comes back and tells me how they treated her. They said she was passive-aggressive, arrogant, and completely oblivious to the fact that other people exist. She couldn't understand how this could be, considering how much she practices being at one with everyone at yoga class, and also how she practices various pagan rituals with our group, which gives her a sense that she's massively a huge part of the Universe. She's really stressed about having to even deal with this sort of people in California.
As far as I'm concerned they are ingrates. We did not need to let them rent from us. On top of that, they seem to have a problem with the fact that my wife's hair "blocks out the sun", in their own words.
Listen, I can take a joke just as much as the next guy, but we've been far too kind for far too long, giving these people places to live for near to reasonable rates. Enough is just simply enough...already.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Why I've Decided Not to Become Bi-Sexual
So, I'm sitting at the "Corporal's Portal" my favorite local cafe, sipping on a latte, enjoying some good ambiance, some nice mellow folk music, all the good bohemians a man could ask for; and then I see it.
Two, I admit gorgeous, women, making out; tongues mingling, lips smacking, finger lickin' not too bad. Okay, it's a bit conspicuous, one might say "show boaty"; but I don't complain. I'm sure everyone, gay, straight or bi, might consider it not an entirely appropriate display of affection, even for a cafe. Maybe in France, but certainly not New England.
Hey, I'm the first one to brag about my tolerance, and I definitely wear it like a badge. So, it occurred to me to jump on the tolerance bandwagon and also turn bisexual and swap saliva with a hunky sexy dude in the Wal Mart parking lot or the local gritty little bar or pub. Why didn't I?
Well, I can pseudo-intellectualize and philosophize and get snarky at the coffee shop with the best of them; but I draw the line at falling in line with changing my sexual orientation to prove I'm hip and tolerant. I would love to decide to be bi-sexual like so many 90s youth who would like everyone to know how open-minded they are, but I have other ways of proving my tolerance. It's called having a few black friends.
In addition, I'm outraged at Zimmerman and the whole Trayvon tragedy, and I've got plenty of divisive single issue distracting politics and hate baiting which I can latch on to; I simply don't need to add being bi-sexual to that mix.
Thank you and bless you always.
Here's a good video, by the way:
Two, I admit gorgeous, women, making out; tongues mingling, lips smacking, finger lickin' not too bad. Okay, it's a bit conspicuous, one might say "show boaty"; but I don't complain. I'm sure everyone, gay, straight or bi, might consider it not an entirely appropriate display of affection, even for a cafe. Maybe in France, but certainly not New England.
Hey, I'm the first one to brag about my tolerance, and I definitely wear it like a badge. So, it occurred to me to jump on the tolerance bandwagon and also turn bisexual and swap saliva with a hunky sexy dude in the Wal Mart parking lot or the local gritty little bar or pub. Why didn't I?
Well, I can pseudo-intellectualize and philosophize and get snarky at the coffee shop with the best of them; but I draw the line at falling in line with changing my sexual orientation to prove I'm hip and tolerant. I would love to decide to be bi-sexual like so many 90s youth who would like everyone to know how open-minded they are, but I have other ways of proving my tolerance. It's called having a few black friends.
In addition, I'm outraged at Zimmerman and the whole Trayvon tragedy, and I've got plenty of divisive single issue distracting politics and hate baiting which I can latch on to; I simply don't need to add being bi-sexual to that mix.
Thank you and bless you always.
Here's a good video, by the way:
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Why I'm Into Pure Comedy
Probably some of you are going to be able to make sense of this blog and some are not. But from my location here in a beautiful seaside country resort town in northeastern New England, I can afford not to care. In semi-retirement, I find myself doing everything I want to do and everything I've ever wanted to do. So, there it is and so be it.
Traveling along the beautiful beaches in my community, the sand between my toes, the smell of ocean air in my nostrils, collecting sea shells and feeling the cool breeze on my lovely skin, I am always pondering what it is I like. I have an unnatural obsession with Fred Sanford, I love greasy fried foods, I will sometimes like looking at body parts that I am not supposed to even glance at, and I watch kung fu flicks.
Although, if I were to say what I truly love in life, it is centered on spending time with my beautiful wife and three lovely well behaved children: Margaret, Melvin, and Marcus. It is the best life anyone could ask for and I'm not merely bragging or rubbing your nose in it: To be sure, there are problems.
So, as a reminder that though you think I am just another anonymous blogger, or just another mortal man, you will never know the strange happenings, truly, of my life. You will never know.
Traveling along the beautiful beaches in my community, the sand between my toes, the smell of ocean air in my nostrils, collecting sea shells and feeling the cool breeze on my lovely skin, I am always pondering what it is I like. I have an unnatural obsession with Fred Sanford, I love greasy fried foods, I will sometimes like looking at body parts that I am not supposed to even glance at, and I watch kung fu flicks.
Although, if I were to say what I truly love in life, it is centered on spending time with my beautiful wife and three lovely well behaved children: Margaret, Melvin, and Marcus. It is the best life anyone could ask for and I'm not merely bragging or rubbing your nose in it: To be sure, there are problems.
So, as a reminder that though you think I am just another anonymous blogger, or just another mortal man, you will never know the strange happenings, truly, of my life. You will never know.
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