dimly to adumbrate ineffable truths

2009 June 24 Wednesday

Thru a looking glass darkly, indeed: Plato’s cave allegory à la Saul-Paul.  During emptiness meditation I’ve gotten a glimpse of voidness; once had an extended session where I did become one with it, no idea how long it lasted in reality but even in samsara it was a long long time.

All sentient beings have issues, each their own set thereof: here it’s been a lot of anger-issues, not responding well to the slings & arrows of outrageous fortune very well.  Time & silence they say cures all, so going to take that route for a bit.  Of course that path engenders other, different crapsets.

Think it was Adams’ paranoid android, “life… love it or loathe it, you’ve got to live with it”, or something of that nature.  Death doesn’t count since he was essentially immortal & other sentient beings have to deal with that messy reincarnation business.


Froth in my life’s wake:

2009 June 20 Saturday

What does not kill me, makes me stronger…  —Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900) Paranoid German Batchelor Philosopher, in ‘Twilight of the Idols’ 1888 {the year of the great NYC snow storm}

Altho not dead I reckon I should be a lot stronger.  Oh so much just pissed away in passing, they’ve been trying to kill me since 1953 & the previous incarnation terminated around 1947 so not sure what went on between then & Samhain 1952 when the latest conception happened.

In that vein, wonder where that useless father of mine’s buried?  Maybe in Yonkers, too far for a casual trip just to piss on the grave.  Actually, not even worth the urine, will just recycle it locally.

Never personally been accused of parenthood, now in loco parentis of four dozen-odd assorted souls — somewhere betwixt avuncular & collegial with a trace of DOM-syndrome.

Losing attachment more every day: not seeking or wishing for discorporation but not caring much anymore, either.

The incalculable megrims of the οἱ πολλοί

2009 June 14 Sunday

What’s the flavour of the month, paparazzi & panditi?  Or rather, considering the current attention span, the day (if that long).

Trying to pay attention to everything means not paying much attention to anything.  Learning, in some psychological models, is a matter of filtration. To get anything real done is going to require changing from a no. 2 mesh to a number 14 considering the volume of data that are out there.

Damn I hope that better metadata & indexing is coming soon, the semantic web is proving quite elusive in practice.

There was a donkey exactly half-way between two exactly equal piles of hay: poor thing died of hunger in between since he couldn’t decide which one to go to… the perfect being the enemy of the good.

“Ancora imparo…” —Michelangelo  {di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni {1475 – 1564  (“I am still learning”)  & only about 87 at the time.  One of the Supremes said something of the same ilk in his eighties, to the effect that he was still improving his mind.

Maslow’s hierarchy probably a good starting point for the info-triage©…  What’s just about to bite me on the ass, then what’s going to ruin my day tomorrow, by next year same time …  &c, &c, &c.

What kind of turd are thee?

2009 June 12 Friday

Ah, fæces: in matters scatological nothing beats the Bristol Stool Form Scale (BSFS) {Stool form scale as a useful guide to intestinal transit time. Scand J Gastroenterol. 1997;32(9):920-924. PMID: 9299672}

Figure 2 in the May 2009 Supplement to The Journal of Family Practice {Vol.58,No.5,p.56} breaks it down for us, viz

Type 1 — Separate hard lumps, like nuts (difficult to pass)

Type 2 — Sausage-shaped but lumpy

Type 3 — Like a sausage but with cracks in its surface

Type 4 — Like a sausage or snake, smooth & soft

Type 5 — Soft blobs with clear-cut edges (passed easily)

Type 6 — Fluffy pieces with ragged edges; a mushy stool

Type 7 — Watery, no solid pieces, entirely liquid


You’ll need to go to the full-text article for the amusing small turd drawings…

The 1.5 CME/CE credits activity is in benefit of Irritable Bowel Syndrome w/Constipation (IBS-C), improving primary care assessment & management thereof: overcoming barriers, EB DX, EB TX.

As I recall, Donovan had a song related to the issue, “The Intergalactic Laxative”, well worth the 99¢ visit to the toon store {©1973 Donovan Leitch “Cosmic Wheels”}.

On the more allegorical usage, there’s the U.S. Senate at Type 1; Rush Limbaugh at Type 2-3; James van Praagh at Type 7 & the ALA Type 5.

Rather drink muddy water & sleep in a hollow log…

2009 June 9 Tuesday

…than to live in samsara & get beat like a dirty dog…

Oh, my cat done dissed me, she said I done her wrong
I been a bad cat daddy, left her alone to howl & moan
Was the best I could do for her, barely gave her a home
Now she’s off with two girlfriends, three cats & a dog
She’s free now & partying as long as the day’s long
She come out of her shell now, near three years been put down
Tho she hisses & growls me, got to let it go by
She’s in a better place now, pussy needed to get free

living v. suicide

2009 June 8 Monday

The great philosophical question – practical, too: why bother, indeed.  But that cuts both ways.  Why bother to commit suicide when death is going to happen anyway, inevitably.  Of course if you know there’s a horrible end imminent, e.g., neoplasm of some ilk, you might want to avoid those most unpleasant aspects.  Likewise if dementia is just around the corner you’d think about detouring whilst there was still the option.

Geshe went over some of the points during the long-life initiation: essentially, you want as much incarnation time as possible so that you can do the most good stuff possible in this lifetime.  Man’s got a point; logical, too [once you stipulate the usual non-rational components] (even they’re logical).

Yes, in a bummer state of mind: wondering if AF is going to make it to her 91st, guess I’ll have to amend the ‘Dead I Know’ page soon.  Cat’s gone to a better place but I find that I miss her.  Love life’s in the crapper, house & yard work about five years behind.

abandon hope, all ye that enter facebook

2009 June 8 Monday

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