Monthly Archives: August 2007

in this age of vitriol

meditation.jpgzen col recommends letting go. to quote pema chodron in WHEN THINGS FALL APART:

Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us … We think that the point is to pass the test or overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and they fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.

and when zen col falls apart … turns into competitive col and enters the realm of the ego battle, here are some guidelines i try to use. Continue reading



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the other question: who’s hotter?

hotties.gif apparently the col’s blog community isn’t the only group pondering this very important question. special thanks to Lost for sharing this gem from OK! magazine.


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the question

question.gifIf one has children, what is their future? Are they going to repeat the same old pattern, which human beings have been doing for a million years? Or is there going to be a fundamental change in their psyche, in their whole consciousness? That is really the question.

– J. Krishnamurti conversation with Jonas Salk, 27 March 1983


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i miss howard

my aunt barb sent me this frank sinatra song parody: “strangers on my flight. ” it’s from howard. i still miss him sometimes. 😦

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right place, right time

coketruck.jpgi was 11, i think. that’s how old you are in sixth grade, right? alison h. and i were walking to school. we were on the overpass, passing under us was the garden state parkway (163, our exit). a coca-cola truck drove by and the side door slid open. crates of 2-liter bottles fell out. the trucker didn’t notice ─ he kept driving. cars were swerving around the crates. some bottles exploded, soda spinning and fizzing in all directions. others rolled up to the side of the street. was it stealing? the cops were going to have to clean it up anyway. we each grabbed a bunch of bottles and lugged them the rest of the way to school. we showed up waving the booty around, showing how cool we were. between the two of us we had 7 or 8 2-liter bottles of coke and cherry coke. we put them in our cubbies and on the shelf above the coat rack. mrs. quick, our teacher, said, “c’mon girls, you can’t bring it in here if you’re not going to share with everyone.” i remember greedily wishing we didn’t have to.

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robot31.jpgnegatron (n.): negg∙a∙trahn ─ a person who robotically responds negatively to all stimuli.

“She is a notorious negatron … the glass isn’t just half empty, it’s also leaking water contaminated with E coli.”

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happiness is a choice

do you want to smack me for saying that? i kinda do. i’m not above self-flagellation. here are a coupla things making me giggle today:

1. The punk puss linda gave me. (see right)
2. The story Spill has brilliantly called: “The Passive Aggressive Note to End all Passive Aggressive Notes”:

Helmsley’s Dog Gets $12 Million in Will
Wednesday August 29, 6:12 am ET

vinandleonalarge.jpgHelmsley Dog Gets $12 Million, but Real Estate Billionaire Leaves Nothing to 2 Grandchildren

NEW YORK (AP) — Leona Helmsley’s dog will continue to live an opulent life, and then be buried alongside her in a mausoleum. But two of Helmsley’s grandchildren got nothing from the late luxury hotelier and real estate billionaire’s estate.

3. This story . Because i too long to pummel douchebags at the gym flailing about, drawing attention to themselves. the fact that they’re a bunch of hyper-competitive finance pricks — even better.

Stuart Sugarman, described by The New York Post as a 48-year-old hedge-fund manager, admitted to the paper that he was the noisiest member of his cycling class, prone to cheering himself on during classes with phrases like “You go, girl.” But two weeks ago, he said, a broker attending the same class at the Equinox Gym in Manhattan’s Upper East Side took matters into his own hands — and shoved him and his bike into a wall.

4. And finally this subtitled version of the idiotic miss teen america contestant’s response to AC slater brings me immense amounts of joy. (thanks laurie!)


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