@ fuster:
Interesting article WH, WM. There's something similar going on in LA now, in connection with a beating of a Giant hat wearing family guy that took place at Dodger stadium. Before the season started, my wife and I attended an Angel game in Arizona. I was wearing a Giant hat--she an Angel hat. After a couple beers, I got an idea. We're in Arizona, over half of the players on both sides are Latino. Let's stand up and chant, "Amamos Latinos, amamos Latinos!" We did. The only person we could get to join in was a drunk Canadian. Even a couple of Spanish speaking people near us didn't stand up. They were embarrassed. Any normal people would have been shamed. Being freaks, we just kept chanting until the crowd was at least impressed with our hutzpah.
I retract my song. But check it out. When the harmonica starts and Plant is singing I just want a piece of your custard pie, sing I just don't understand your mystic mind instead.
When I was a kid, I thought the words to this song were, "I just can't understand your mystic mind." So I was thinking of Fuster not getting CK's point and the song came to me. Can't understand your mystic my-yind!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2WzZ1gZjj4
@ CK MacLeod:
Yes, that's it.
I also agree with the "That's all I was trying to say" comment. I knew that's what you were getting at and while you explain it in your own inimitable way, it's a common mystical perspective. Maybe even all mystics say the same thing.
Thanks for the Dr. John CC cc, Fuster.
Lots of Buddhists recognize that it is profoundly un-Buddhist to think of themselves as Buddhists, and Mark Twain said, "There has only been one real Christian--and they got to him early."
Not that any of that has to do with CK's point.
Also, it couldn't have been Jim. The SSM was played with in rows and columns. SSM SMM MSS
SMS MSS SMM
You helped me with it so that it related to some Yiddish or Hebrew something or other. Jim would have been no help. It's kind of funny thinking of him helping with it, given his dyslexia.
@ CK MacLeod:
I know you not only saw the piece, but helped me with it. It was the same day you suggested that I make another piece made up of staples. It's okay. You might be right that maybe you missed the actual installation put together. Another of it's central parts was a bunch of shaped canvases that formed a fish. The fish symbol related to the whole Christ thing, of course, and sometimes I put some Gifilte fish on the high-holiday dish. There was a place for an egg, and some other things which went along with a ceremony I can't remember.
@ CK MacLeod:
I'm cool with all that. I wish you could remember the knitted paintless painting I made with your help, using the letters SSM knitted out in different ways to play with some messianic ideas of ours. I mentioned it a few months back, but you didn't remember. This was in the 80s. It became part of a whole installation that was in the living room of the house near the Beverly Center. The room had white cork walls and I put up hundreds of photos around a circular wood painted table that had a high-holiday type plate some Rabbi gave me. Remember?
Wow. I know you didn't have hatha yoga in mind, but as you can understand in retrospect, what you wrote parallels what I believe to be Yogic evolution. Finally, we get to "...in favor of every anything at all." But as you make clear, that is not the same as "anything goes." Everything and anything doesn't go. It just means we evolve to the point that what happens is happening in favor of everything anything at all. There has been one fully sub- and re-merged thing after another until we come to everything anything at all. That wasn't true until now, and now, for the first time, right at the point when it changes everything and can't change anything, we have a yoga that expresses everything anything at all.
@ CK MacLeod:
They were very big beers. And maybe it was three.
@ fuster:
Interesting article WH, WM. There's something similar going on in LA now, in connection with a beating of a Giant hat wearing family guy that took place at Dodger stadium. Before the season started, my wife and I attended an Angel game in Arizona. I was wearing a Giant hat--she an Angel hat. After a couple beers, I got an idea. We're in Arizona, over half of the players on both sides are Latino. Let's stand up and chant, "Amamos Latinos, amamos Latinos!" We did. The only person we could get to join in was a drunk Canadian. Even a couple of Spanish speaking people near us didn't stand up. They were embarrassed. Any normal people would have been shamed. Being freaks, we just kept chanting until the crowd was at least impressed with our hutzpah.
@ fuster:
Thanks. Good pickin'.
fuster wrote:
I retract my song. But check it out. When the harmonica starts and Plant is singing I just want a piece of your custard pie, sing I just don't understand your mystic mind instead.
@ CK MacLeod:
Right.
When I was a kid, I thought the words to this song were, "I just can't understand your mystic mind." So I was thinking of Fuster not getting CK's point and the song came to me. Can't understand your mystic my-yind!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2WzZ1gZjj4
@ CK MacLeod:
Yes, that's it.
I also agree with the "That's all I was trying to say" comment. I knew that's what you were getting at and while you explain it in your own inimitable way, it's a common mystical perspective. Maybe even all mystics say the same thing.
Thanks for the Dr. John CC cc, Fuster.
fuster wrote:
Lots of Buddhists recognize that it is profoundly un-Buddhist to think of themselves as Buddhists, and Mark Twain said, "There has only been one real Christian--and they got to him early."
Not that any of that has to do with CK's point.
Also, it couldn't have been Jim. The SSM was played with in rows and columns. SSM SMM MSS
SMS MSS SMM
You helped me with it so that it related to some Yiddish or Hebrew something or other. Jim would have been no help. It's kind of funny thinking of him helping with it, given his dyslexia.
@ CK MacLeod:
I know you not only saw the piece, but helped me with it. It was the same day you suggested that I make another piece made up of staples. It's okay. You might be right that maybe you missed the actual installation put together. Another of it's central parts was a bunch of shaped canvases that formed a fish. The fish symbol related to the whole Christ thing, of course, and sometimes I put some Gifilte fish on the high-holiday dish. There was a place for an egg, and some other things which went along with a ceremony I can't remember.
@ CK MacLeod:
I'm cool with all that. I wish you could remember the knitted paintless painting I made with your help, using the letters SSM knitted out in different ways to play with some messianic ideas of ours. I mentioned it a few months back, but you didn't remember. This was in the 80s. It became part of a whole installation that was in the living room of the house near the Beverly Center. The room had white cork walls and I put up hundreds of photos around a circular wood painted table that had a high-holiday type plate some Rabbi gave me. Remember?
Wow. I know you didn't have hatha yoga in mind, but as you can understand in retrospect, what you wrote parallels what I believe to be Yogic evolution. Finally, we get to "...in favor of every anything at all." But as you make clear, that is not the same as "anything goes." Everything and anything doesn't go. It just means we evolve to the point that what happens is happening in favor of everything anything at all. There has been one fully sub- and re-merged thing after another until we come to everything anything at all. That wasn't true until now, and now, for the first time, right at the point when it changes everything and can't change anything, we have a yoga that expresses everything anything at all.