As it turns out, speaking this book’s title in conversation is… awkward!
Also, just half-way through this and it’s made me realize that what I always thought of Alan Watts being “omg sooo deeep” was really just a simplified Made-For-Cable-TV spin of what lies in this book, which self-admits to itself being a generalized overview of thousands of pages from thousands of years of dissertations of mind, self, reality, nature, and so forth.
This stuff. It’s not a religion. It’s a declaration of war against the very foundations of everything I ever thought and felt I understood, up to and including what I honestly believe constitutes “I”. Thanks, Buddhism, for tricking me down such a vast rabbit hole and putting it into perspective just what a clueless, ignorant moron I really am!
Spent wa-ay too much time making this horrible wallpaper as a quick reference guide:
And it still ended up barely-readable on my dumbphone:
Ah well, I had fun. Oh wait, there is no “I” oh em gee I am failing at Buddhism already!11! Continue reading “making even crappy things is fun”
>doing stuff on computer
>bowels yelling at me louder and louder
>tell them to STFU because I’m busy
>eventually can ignore no longer
>run to bathroom
>sit down, begin
>front door says knock-knock
>am helpless to do naught but shout, “Be there in a minute!”
>hurry to finish
>run to bedroom
>throw blanket over myself
>run to front door
>a package awaits
>take a few moments to breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out
>oh mein gott, where to start?! Continue reading “imperfect timing”
I spent 45 minutes on a lame joke, screwing around with over a dozen ‘animate’ settings, making watching the whole thing a trippy experience even if you have to mute it, if your taste is so terrible that you hate catchy dance-pop, ugh, plebeians… (Note for the overly-literal: that was sarcasm.)
• Guyed asks for “sauce” (in *chan-speak, that’s source, as in, “what’s the source of this thing?”)
• So I put sauce on his post.
• Note the guy is from nihon-land.
• Make him feel welcome with the song of his people.
(Not a self-help book, but for you more sciency and intellectual types, this should help you understand the mindset of more artistic and spiritual people. A brilliant [and if more people listen, potentially revolutionary] viewpoint and mental-structure that legitimizes emotion as just another type of thinking [of a “low-focus” form, whereas “high-focus” results in logic, math, abstractions, etc.] rather than the typical strict separation of thought and feeling prevalent among cognitive scientists and philosophers of mind.)
http://amzn.to/2rmtFGg Continue reading ““self-help” book recommendations”
First, let’s leave aside the obvious fact that no artform’s quality can nor should be objectively quantified; that subject has been beaten to death. Now then…
I have a habit of hitting Next, Next, Next on my MP3 player depending on my mood; most of the time I’m just not satisfied with whatever it throws at me. On one of my breaks, one song I passed over at that time was Great Hall Awaits A Fallen Brother by Bathory, but when it landed on Mermaid Festa Vol.1 (Kotori Mix) I let it play. Despite remembering the inability to quantify quality, I am confident in stating that there likely is no human being on Earth who, listening to both, could possibly say Great Hall Awaits A Fallen Brother (with its themes of brotherhood, glories and horrors of battle, loss, afterlife…) is worse than Mermaid Festa Vol. 1 — whether we’re speaking of the original or solo’d by one of the µ’s, this one the only out of the entire Love Live! discography IMO where all ten versions are worth keeping around; not even Snow Halation can survive the tedium of the vocals of Nozomi and Nico.
And yet, at that moment I chose to listen to Kotori’s nasally, shrill singing (Aya Uchida sounds so much better in her natural tone) along to a cheerful “seaside dance beat” full of flirty lyrics over the powerful, operatic Quorthon buoying this masterfully-crafted monolith of heavy metal’s supremacy as a musical genre.
Now why is that? Continue reading “is quality paramount? or even to be considered?”