(This post was last modified: 03-16-2017, 05:33 PM by KAV.)
I am, by training and avocation an archaeologist financed by a stint in the Coast Guard and hold both Artic and Antarctic service medals. I worked summers at the Grand Canyon mule concession leading trains , mass produced VHS tapes on the graveyard shift under Jose Menendez. I spent 3 months in a California Soto Zendo and later visiting another Zendo watched a hawk in the sky with this other monk and ran around with our sleeeves in the wind. A week later my brother monk, still practising, asked me if I knew the monk's name was Leonard Cohen-no, but I'm taking sailplane lessons. I've practised sufism, eastern orthodoxy and am a member of a Arizona first peoples clan. I can be polite in at least 18 languages if not fluent. Most people cannot in their own tongue.
I am in the real world. I see the destruction of it while 'scientists know it is an issue.' Thats why I learned to monkeywrench bulldozers and taught sea Shepherd volunteers how to scuttle whalers. MY WORLD frankly doesn't give a damn about this rather nasty little species fouling it with plasticine hubris. I'd like to make peace with it, maybe save the best. My mules used to love my old casstte tape of UN BELLE Di, VEDREMO and CORO A BOCCA CHIUSA as I ran sweat combs down their legs and rubbed that artery in their ears with thumb and forefinger. You do that and a mule is your friend for life. He might even be 'stubborn as a mule' and refuse to go forward with that frightened japanese tourist until you walk back and kick the buzzworm playing his castanetas off the trail. I figure our music and art worth saving if only to please mules. I gave up firearms, they are not.
I do like this deux ex machina. I like single malt scotch too- but in small drams. I'm off to check out your 'real world.'
I am in the real world. I see the destruction of it while 'scientists know it is an issue.' Thats why I learned to monkeywrench bulldozers and taught sea Shepherd volunteers how to scuttle whalers. MY WORLD frankly doesn't give a damn about this rather nasty little species fouling it with plasticine hubris. I'd like to make peace with it, maybe save the best. My mules used to love my old casstte tape of UN BELLE Di, VEDREMO and CORO A BOCCA CHIUSA as I ran sweat combs down their legs and rubbed that artery in their ears with thumb and forefinger. You do that and a mule is your friend for life. He might even be 'stubborn as a mule' and refuse to go forward with that frightened japanese tourist until you walk back and kick the buzzworm playing his castanetas off the trail. I figure our music and art worth saving if only to please mules. I gave up firearms, they are not.
I do like this deux ex machina. I like single malt scotch too- but in small drams. I'm off to check out your 'real world.'