Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Forgive & Forget
From the Dhammapada:
"He abused me, he struck me, he overpowered me, he robbed me." Those who harbor such thoughts do not still their hatred.
"He abused me, he struck me, he overpowered me, he robbed me." Those who do not harbor such thoughts still their hatred.
Hatred is never appeased by hatred in this world. By love alone is hatred appeased. This is a law eternal.
There are those who do not realize that one day we all must die. But those who do realize this settle their quarrels.
- BuddhaDave
Let it go.
"He abused me, he struck me, he overpowered me, he robbed me." Those who harbor such thoughts do not still their hatred.
"He abused me, he struck me, he overpowered me, he robbed me." Those who do not harbor such thoughts still their hatred.
Hatred is never appeased by hatred in this world. By love alone is hatred appeased. This is a law eternal.
There are those who do not realize that one day we all must die. But those who do realize this settle their quarrels.
- BuddhaDave
Let it go.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
From the Notebook - Pool Night
Friday, Semptember First, Two-Thousand and Six
Fiona Apple is on and I'm drunk on Jamaican beer. Only three of them and since I took a piss my stupor has lessened considerably.
Playing pool down in Tempe where you can't smoke in-doors anywhere. I hate it. I'm carded at the door and people all around me are drinking poison and trying to get in eachother's pants. But lordy no, no smoking. Pig bastards.
A hundred green lamps over the tables. God I love green lamps. It's been raining for hours an it's still hot as fuck outside. Damn Arizona. Ye winters be sweet but the rest of the year be Hell.
The noise raises three fold once I get past the green felt pool tables. It's packed with people I never noticed. Outside people are walking around thick in the rain. I came out here for a stoogie. Not thinking. And it's still raining. I hope the man lets me back in.
People giving me (Note: There's a blank page in my notebook here) weird looks. People ride by on old-school looking bikes and motor cycles come the other way. Sounds of tropical birds in the trees but I don't know if they're real or not. The tree in front of me is in that special 4-D of just-drink-enough.
I better not linger too long else the man won't remember me and let me back in.
- BuddhaDave
Fiona Apple is on and I'm drunk on Jamaican beer. Only three of them and since I took a piss my stupor has lessened considerably.
Playing pool down in Tempe where you can't smoke in-doors anywhere. I hate it. I'm carded at the door and people all around me are drinking poison and trying to get in eachother's pants. But lordy no, no smoking. Pig bastards.
A hundred green lamps over the tables. God I love green lamps. It's been raining for hours an it's still hot as fuck outside. Damn Arizona. Ye winters be sweet but the rest of the year be Hell.
The noise raises three fold once I get past the green felt pool tables. It's packed with people I never noticed. Outside people are walking around thick in the rain. I came out here for a stoogie. Not thinking. And it's still raining. I hope the man lets me back in.
People giving me (Note: There's a blank page in my notebook here) weird looks. People ride by on old-school looking bikes and motor cycles come the other way. Sounds of tropical birds in the trees but I don't know if they're real or not. The tree in front of me is in that special 4-D of just-drink-enough.
I better not linger too long else the man won't remember me and let me back in.
- BuddhaDave





































































