September 2nd, 2007


A Story With a Moral...

The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.

The next day the kids came back to school and one by one began to tell their stories.

"Tony, do you have a story to share?"

"Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Karen.

She was a pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit.

She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol and a survival knife.

She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break and then her parachute landed her right in the middle of twenty enemy troops.
She shot fifteen of them with the gun until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands."

"Good Heavens" said the horrified teacher. "What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from this horrible story?"

"Stay the hell away from Aunt Karen when she's drinking."
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The pure light of your mind in a single moment of thought is the reality-body Buddha in your own house. The nondiscriminatory light of your mind in a single moment of thought is the reward-body Buddha in your own house. The nondifferentiated light of your mind in a single moment of thought is the projection-body Buddha in your own house. These three kinds of embodiment are none other than the person who is listening to the teaching right here and now, but it is only by not seeking outwardly that one has these effective functions.

- Lin Chi (d 867?)
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Sitting here at Maison Luckey, at Nancy's PC. She asked me to look it over before I left just to make sure everything is kosher with her system. What I really want to do is play with Ivan's iMac. Alas, some one is sleeping in t'other computer room. Got the firewall turned on and did some Windoze updates.

For the moment I have the living space in their house to myself. I don't think that will last too much longer. It is okay though, for they are a delight to be around.

The memorial service for Eddie yesterday was...hard. Nice service. But I am uncomfortable in churches. I know I shouldn't be. But I am. Stopped by Rich and Michele's after the service so I could change clothes. (I was wearing a suit, imagine that, if you can.) And didn't want to drive back out to Katy as I was meeting the Luckey's at their house later, and they live wayyyyy across town from Katy. Richard and Michele's is about half way between.

MIchele's mother was there. She is in the early stages of Alzhiemer's and they seem to feel the need to test her. It is kind of painful to watch...What an ugly fucking disease that is...They invited me to stay for lunch. I gratefully accepted. Mom is a wonder, even with the Alzheimer's eating away at her.

Couple hours later I took off to go to Nancy and Ivan's...

Ivan has gotten up - and I'd rather talk to him that sit at this machine - so - more later....