irreverendt

I’ve started meditating again. So far it’s more like sitting quietly. No mantra, no budda position, just sitting quietly. Remembering some of the old stuff I used to do. Acknowledging you have to do something to keep your mind from wandering off to changing the furnace filter or checking the air in your tires. Breath…again…again

Read this morning about how various Christian Right groups had succeeded in getting their belief system incorporated into public school science curriculums. The article discusses how teaching these Bible based “truths” can have an impact on the future of children’s education, effectively eliminating them from participating in a science based carrier path. It struck me that their anti-evolution doctrine will in fact result in the very thing they preach against, natural selection. As these teachings will subjugate believers to the backwaters of society and result in their eventual near extinction. (I would hope) The unfortunate side effect is these believers will take with them some kids who might have otherwise been vital functioning members of society. There in lies the reason for a combative stance against funduhmentalists.

How much crap can we aquire in a given period of time. I heard someone call all this “stuff” land fill, which is pretty appropriate since that is where 95% of all the shit we buy ends up. We have become the disposable society. We are now in the process of disposing of our environment. I don’t think we can somehow make a new one out of plastic.

Why do we do what we do? I mean this in the most basic of ways. ….waiting for an answer.

In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer…woooo those were the days.  Not sure why but it just came up. Nostalgic to say the least.  The Beatles made land fall in the beginning of my junior year.  Penny Lane was a few years away but the whole period is remembered as a happy time. My room mate Mike played guitar and we memorized every song in two part harmony. Skateboards (yes) were new on the scene and we all wore what we called “wheat jeans”.  khaky colored Levi’s.  Sent them out to  the laundry and had them starched to the point they would stand up on their own.  Bass wejuns with no sox became the thing.  Popular in the Southeast but just now reaching mid-America.  Some years later Joe Jackson (no not one of the Jackson 5) would sum it up this way:

Stationary Bike. There’s just something about that term that doesn’t sound right. Right or wrong I’m closing in on the season. I signed up for my first spinning class of the fall. My lungs just don’t handle cold so rather than an irradic schedule involving waiting for the occasional warm day I have decided to start with the spinning early this year. I’ve only been off my bike a week or so and already upset with my weight gain and lack of fitness. Can’t wait fo see that video of northern California.

Wow…another day at work almost done. Do I sound excited, you bet. But about what? That the work day is nearly over.  That I’m meeting a painter to talk about finishing my house?  That the dog might not have crapped in the dinning room for a change? That I might go ride my bike? That Mark Knophler has a new album coming out.  That my PSA score was 0.03.  That I found a Nietzsche translation I can actually understand. That I finally remembered to pick up some milk. That not only god is dead but in fact was never alive!