Saturday, December 10, 2005

Strange bookstore anecdote. So I was working today, and this very odd looking young lady comes in. Kind of Eastern-European/Gypsy looking. Dressed kind of Edwardian with a touch of Bohemian. Wierd eye makeup/fake tattoos on her face. So she kept looking at things and kind of closing her eyes, like she was meditating. The first thing that leapt to mind was that maybe she was 'feeling' the auras of things to see if they'd make good presents. Then I thought maybe she got her hands on some really good shit, if you know what I mean.

So, I put it out of my mind. About 10, 15 minutes later, Mike tells me we have a zombie. So I'm like 'Zombie, what zombie?' It was that lady. She had sat down in the floor by the magazines, writing on one of the benches, and put her head down and fallen asleep.

When Mike and I woke her up to see if she was ok, she claimed it was a bad reaction from some really strong antibiotics. I offered to call someone for her, but she didn't want us to. So I got her a PDR so she could look up her medication.

There's this really cool art experience that I read about yesterday, called Unsilent Night. Basically, this composer makes CDRs or tapes of ambient tones and sounds, and gathers a whole bunch of people with boomboxes for these events. Everyone loads up their boombox with a different tape or CD, and as they're walking through the streets, they become the experience. Pretty cool.

Self-organization is something I've been pretty obsessed with lately (reading about and contemplating), and a completely untapped potential for putting those 'intelligent design' dorks in their places.

Been contemplating where I'm at, versus who I want to be lately. I've decided that I'm a pretty bad Buddhist. I don't have much self-discipline, and my practice is crap. Also, there was a time when I had more 'slack' for lack of a better word, and to borrow a term from Mike and his brethren. I'm definitely lacking in 'slack' lately, and it sucks. Maybe 'slack' isn't quite the word I'm looking for. Taosit wuwei, maybe? A certain zenlike 'flow'? I don't know. There's a certain disconnect from my most true self that I've been feeling lately.

Don't quite know what to do about it.

5 Comments:

Blogger Peter said...

The Mike of the story is a totally different Mike from the Mike of the Slack.

1:02 AM  
Blogger Michael "VendorX" Heaney said...

Pete and I have a strong connection, psyche-wise, but not THAT strong...

2:39 AM  
Blogger Peter said...

Well, Mike you're not quite a disembodied voice in my head yet.

But there are times when I think of 'what would Mike do in this situation?' and then chuckle.

11:11 AM  
Blogger Brad L. said...

I completely identify with your bad Buddhist concept. I've identified myself as Buddhist for 5 or so years now. Unfortunately, dirty clothes occupy the meditation space in my bedroom more than I do, and the only time I think of self-discipline is at the end of the day when I think I should have .... (eaten less, exercised more, practiced yoga, meditated, written, etc. ad nauseum).

1:06 PM  
Blogger Peter said...

Sometimes my best meditations are actually when I'm writing ambient music. If I can't sleep, then making really really spacey drones seems to put me into that theta wave state easier than anything else.

What's hard is feeling the interconnectedness of all things when some idiot is giving you guff at the cashwrap.

4:37 PM  

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