Sep 06 2007
Pencil and Wax
Sep 02 2007
Someone once asked me what Taoists believe. I don’t know what Taoist’s believe. I can only know what I believe. It’s not like we have churches or need people to tell us what the writings mean. The mental game we’re playing here is to figure it out for ourselves. There is no accomplishment in blind obeisance to someone else’s interpretation. I think I can say that all Taoist are on the same page up to just about here.
The first chapter of the Tao te Ching (loosely, Book of the Way…and yes, we have a book) tells us we are on our own when it comes to interpreting existence. That certainly includes the meaning of the words in the book. Several parts of the book discuss the futility of trying to teach the Tao to anyone else.
But I digress…
Sep 01 2007
I have the schedule from Hell. I suppose it could be worse, but any sane people would see a worse schedule and stop the insanity. I’m on the cusp of instanity, so it slid through.
I have classes MW 6-7:45 and TTH 10-11:45, 4-5:45 and 6-7:45. Tuesdays and Thursdays at 2pm is when faculty meetings take place…every week. So I have just about enough time open on those days to eat lunch.
Anyway, that’s not my topic. I met my classes this past week and tried to impress them with how much fun they can have if they want to do so…and how much it would please their instructor if they adopted such an attitude. Only time will tell me if I was successful in that.
Aug 31 2007
|When the truth is found to be lies
and all the joy within you dies
don’t you want somebody to love
don’t you need somebody to love
wouldn’t you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
–Somebody to Love (Jefferson Airplane/Darby Slick)
I heard the music. Grace Slick spoke to me. The words tore at my heart. I was living those lies. And it seemed that my options were few.
Aug 30 2007
Aug 29 2007
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