Interesting thread at metafilter.

Maybe it’s not just stupidity after all.

http://home.comcast.net/~blogitics/BushTenYrs4MB.mov

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[The video appears to have been moved to here: http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/video1019.htm. Thanks to Bigtime Patriot for pointing that out.]

I made up a Buddhist joke while walking around on my lunch break, but it turned out not to be so funny.

I’m making progress in the ego-annihilation process, however. Basically, my ego did not exist yesterday. If by ego you mean that part of our brain that remembers to do things and otherwise organizes us. Yesterday I thought about an appointment I had in the evening so much, so continuously, all day long, that I ended up forgetting when it was and thinking it was an hour later and ultimately missing it. At home last night, I forgot to do every single last thing my wife asked me to do. How can a normal person forget so many things? No idea. I lay there in bed thinking, Ahhh, when she reminded me again. At first I thought, hell, I’ll just do it in the morning but it was too much stuff.

So I got dressed and did them.

Have I mentioned this already? I’ve been thinking about it ever since I read it quoted on someone’s blog. A Buddhist idea about not judging people, and how “judge” means not only condemning others or looking down on them, but also admiring or looking up to people.

It’s a fascinating idea. Ever since reading it, I’ve been all like, Bono, sheeyit, dude, and Mother Teresa? Nice wimple, baby.

When fall comes and you want to hide, you must do this:
Choose the right place.
Go where it is quiet.
Go where there are sticker bushes.
Go where things are the color of your shell.
From above, my shell is the color of bark chips and dead rose leaves.
I can dig down a foot if the earth is soft.
Unfortunately, under the big rose bush it is hard and rocky after six inches.
Still, cover myself up with bark chips and leaves, and They can look for me all night.
Calling.
Shining their waning little AAA pocket flashlights and calling my name.
Go to hell, it’s autumn.
Even just six inches down, it’s temperate and quiet and peaceful.
What if one of them steps on me?
Mother-f*cker
That would suck.
But they’re not going to step directly under no rosebush.
If they do though…
But they’re not.
Their voices fade faster than their flashlight batteries.
They give up and walk off, their office clothes yellow with sunflower pollen.
It is dark and quiet.
It is night, and I am buried and hidden.
Mother-f*cker, put me down.
Sneaky bastard.
Go ahead, put me in the habitat.
I’ve found a possible crack, I’ll climb out tomorrow when you’re at work.
If I don’t fall over onto my back or get wedged in vertically like yesterday.
And furthermore: tortoise, fool. Not turtle.

Elfriede Jelinek awarded Nobel Prize for Literature!!!!!

Woet!!

Oh, never mind.