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“The chaplain had reservations about inmates turning into Buddhists and losing his congregation,” Dr. Cavanaugh said. “He called the commissioner; the commissioner called the warden and told the warden to shut down the program.” FFS.
links for 2007-09-12
Dawn, glass table – the view from the friends' sofa, New York
Note the two extremely elegant greyhound sculptures reclining, but in a poised and alert way, in front of two huge lenses. And if you can’t see what I’m talking about go below the fold to see a close-up crop. This place is absolutely amazing. Like a tiny art gallery with a huge picture window. The latter, however, has its disadvantages. Even though it’s on the eighth floor I realised that there was an interested crane operator examining me as I typed, naked, on the carpet.
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Dawn, glass table – the view from the friends’ sofa, New York
Note the two extremely elegant greyhound sculptures reclining, but in a poised and alert way, in front of two huge lenses. And if you can’t see what I’m talking about go below the fold to see a close-up crop. This place is absolutely amazing. Like a tiny art gallery with a huge picture window. The latter, however, has its disadvantages. Even though it’s on the eighth floor I realised that there was an interested crane operator examining me as I typed, naked, on the carpet.
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links for 2007-09-05
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fold your own
Broken washing machines are GOOD
This wasn’t, of course, my first thought on the matter as the lights went out on the panel and the recently-inserted clothes flopped from the top of the drum down into a stew of brown soapy water and their own juices.
However.
If the washing machine had not been broken I would not have gone round to my friend’s to run through an emergency load.
If I had not gone to my friend’s she would not have remembered I was leaving for New York the following morning, early. (Yes, tomorrow.)
She would not have thought about the invitation to her friend’s exhibition opening, in New York, which had arrived in the post that morning and was now sitting on her mantelpiece.
She would not have put two and two together and made a swanky evening out at a gallery “do” on Fifth Avenue for me. Daaaahling.
On the other hand this means I have to pack something smart to wear. Damn!
(Meanwhile Marlon has worked his magic and by a laying on of hands, and not much more, the lights are on and the washing is home.)
links for 2007-09-02
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“Meditation and spiritual practice can easily be used to suppress and avoid feeling or to escape from difficult areas of our lives. Our sorrows are hard to touch. Many people resist the personal and psychological roots of their suffering; there is so much
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Fascinating history of the genesis of vipassana in the US and its relationship to Asian Theravada Buddhism.
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Sausage's unconformity
You would be forgiven for thinking that all sausages are alike. Round. As in roughly cylindrical. Ok, there are individual variations on the theme – the skinny pink chipolata; the thicker, and disturbingly flecked, Cumberland sausage; the massively-dimensioned and curvilinear heft of the boerewors. These differences do not detract from the unifying form. Not for nothing is the term “sausage-shaped” in common use and widely understood.
So, like I say, you would be forgiven for thinking that all sausages are alike. But you would be wrong.
In Scotland the sausages are flat and square.
When I first came across this, um, delicacy, I was told it was “lawn sausage”. What a peculiar name, I thought. I supposed it referred to, er, the squareness and flatness of grass-covered gardens. The word is actually “Lorne”, as in Lorne sausages. But assumptions that they hail from Lorne are, apparently, incorrect.
The cooking instructions advised “blotting” the sausage with a piece of kitchen towel to remove excess fat before serving. With a 20% fat content that requires most of a roll of kitchen towel to mop up and doesn’t leave much actually to eat. It didn’t go down well with the assembled masses (apart from Maizy) but the black pudding was a hit, rather to my surprise.
The title refers to Hutton’s Unconformity, past which we walked all unknowingly. Here is our palatial accommodation guarded by our faithful hound:
More pictures (mainly of the boys, invisible to those not “friend”s on flickr) here.
Sausage’s unconformity
You would be forgiven for thinking that all sausages are alike. Round. As in roughly cylindrical. Ok, there are individual variations on the theme – the skinny pink chipolata; the thicker, and disturbingly flecked, Cumberland sausage; the massively-dimensioned and curvilinear heft of the boerewors. These differences do not detract from the unifying form. Not for nothing is the term “sausage-shaped” in common use and widely understood.
So, like I say, you would be forgiven for thinking that all sausages are alike. But you would be wrong.
In Scotland the sausages are flat and square.
When I first came across this, um, delicacy, I was told it was “lawn sausage”. What a peculiar name, I thought. I supposed it referred to, er, the squareness and flatness of grass-covered gardens. The word is actually “Lorne”, as in Lorne sausages. But assumptions that they hail from Lorne are, apparently, incorrect.
The cooking instructions advised “blotting” the sausage with a piece of kitchen towel to remove excess fat before serving. With a 20% fat content that requires most of a roll of kitchen towel to mop up and doesn’t leave much actually to eat. It didn’t go down well with the assembled masses (apart from Maizy) but the black pudding was a hit, rather to my surprise.
The title refers to Hutton’s Unconformity, past which we walked all unknowingly. Here is our palatial accommodation guarded by our faithful hound:
More pictures (mainly of the boys, invisible to those not “friend”s on flickr) here.
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