when i was little, before i completely grasped the concept of “hide and seek,” i would put my head down on the table, cover my eyes and proclaim, “you can’t see me!” ahh, young ego. reminds me of this post today from daily om:
What we see and don’t see may just be a matter of perspective, like the ladybug who sees the leaf on which she sits, but not the tree the leaf grows on, or the person sitting beneath it. And the person beneath the tree may or may not see the ladybug, depending on where he focuses his attention. Still, all of these things, whether seen or not seen by the person or the ladybug, exist in reality. Some people are more gifted at accessing that which we cannot see, but given an open and willing heart, anyone can tune into the invisible realm and begin to find their way.
film − linda and i saw the satc movie. i really liked. it’s a showcase of these four wonderful characters, and an homage to friendship, and liberated women living life on their own terms. i was late to the satc party … i only started watching after the 3rd or 4th season … early on i was a snob in the “it’s shallow and frivolous” camp. i only had eyes for SFU. but once i gave the show a shot i realized there was much more to the characters and the entire dynamic. i also understand why so many people are threatened by what the show represents … women going after and getting what they want, enjoying pleasurable things, sustaining themselves through their own wits, charms and relationships rather than relying on men and traditional institutions like marriage to take care of them.
zen shit − sunday after yoga i stopped off at the east west bookstore (a favorite zen col hangout) and picked up another title – “meditation” − by indian mystic and guru osho, whom i’ve been reading a lot of lately. made my way over to the water and read, lazed there most of the afternoon on a sweet perch. time passed and group of people came by and sat around me on said perch. at first i was irritated because their banter was distracting me from my book. but once i started listening i discovered that they were a meditation group … and they were talking a lot about osho! the leader, a lovably crazy hippie lady, had known him well … she was talking about building a sod worship center in india. the students shared their troubles and concerns … both abstract and specific. how they struggle with silencing their minds … and are addicted to the mental drama in spite of knowing it’s no good for anybody. one woman couldn’t stand being paid $40 an hour for her engineering skills due to the bad economy (she’s used to receiving double that). another was worried about her green card coming though. another still was saying that he can’t see himself riding out a desk job for the rest of his life. together they brainstormed about creating a food cart business that caters to manhattan professionals — healthy, organic, high-end indian food. they discussed the leadership team, distribution and their marketing plan. they were interesting, warm and i felt like a part of their group (and sort of was). a lovely day by the water.
This morning I give you the Office Space classic, “Shove This Jay Oh - Bee” by Canibus and the Biz. Listen closely to the lyrics. “Ay, yo bust it, ain’t no need to discuss it / Just take this job and shove it, right between your buttocks.”
A lot of different reasons but for me the main ones:
1. Over-reliance on the tried and true methods ─ didn’t use the web right ─ for publicity, for advertising, for fundraising. She and Bill had the hubris to believe it was still their world … as Michael Cornfeld stated: “It’s like the Clintons had a ‘Sunset Boulevard’ thing going on. They were silent screen stars who couldn’t make the transition to talkies.”
2. She sounded hollow when she spoke. She didn’t sound authentic. She was Hill-bot. She didn’t speak from the heart enough (some would argue that she needed to seem in control, presidential. I would argue that when you worry so much about what you’re gonna “seem” you’re not gonna be real. People want realness).
3. She went middle of the road ─ right down the middle ─ while Obama took some risks (speech about race, etc.). This also goes back to the authenticity point.
blob (v.) • blahb ─ to inadvertently “out” someone for having a blog or to expose a blogger’s identity to an audience to whom he or she preferred to be transparent.
“Gahhhh! She blobbed me to my co-workers. Now everyone at the office is gonna know about my dating travails.”
am kinda chill but can’t skip a dance party so i give you “set adrift on memory bliss” by pm dawn. that’s the way zen col gets down. irritatingly, i can’t embed the video at the mo — wordpress acting up.
thanks everybody for the reading tips. right now i am reading a fantastic osho book: love, freedom and aloneness. and thanks to some of the great comments here on col’s blog, here are some of the additional titles on my list now …
What we see and don’t see may just be a matter of perspective, like the ladybug who sees the leaf on which she sits, but not the tree the leaf grows on, or the person sitting beneath it. And the person beneath the tree may or may not see the ladybug, depending on where he focuses his attention. Still, all of these things, whether seen or not seen by the person or the ladybug, exist in reality. Some people are more gifted at accessing that which we cannot see, but given an open and willing heart, anyone can tune into the invisible realm and begin to find their way. 
blob (v.) • blahb ─ to inadvertently “out” someone for having a blog or to expose a blogger’s identity to an audience to whom he or she preferred to be transparent.
