"what's 'charlie's' story today? "
immediately ... whose story?
... who cares? now ... beng pissed comes up UNCAUSED NO REASON now ... being
scared pops up UNCAUSED NO REASON now ... wanting to prove "i am no
thing" pops up ... who? how silly this all is
yet it all just arises in That
I Am ... right now warm blanket, hum of computer tingling body chattering
all labels ... for what was a moment ago ... a story
what IS cannot be labeled or tranlated
though something Here
certainly does try ... too late ! ! ! ! ! ! ... so what? who gives a shit? WHO
!? so the idiot mind says ... all this shit signifying ...... nothing.
All UNCAUSED NO REASON ......
There is no belief in a separate "doer
here" ... will it come back? to who? there is no belief in NO doer either. There
in no belief in beleif. (Belief = the acceptance of a thing as fact in
the absence of evidence. duh.) So: who claims to not be a doer? who
claims i AM the doer? it all appears and goes away ... like clouds in a
winter sky. what sees it all? what does not come and
go? only That is Real.
Devotees Rampage After Guru Denied His Staff
File under: Backroom Gurudom
Narendra Maharaj just wanted to fly from Lucknow to Mumbai with his
(religious staff). Airport security had a different idea and
would not allow the staff on the aircraft. 500 followers of the slighted guru
show up at the airport to protest, and 195
of them are arrested
Narendra is rolling deep
y'all! This guru is a kingpin. All he needs now is a campaign
All is well now, mostly
Narendra's staff has been delivered in Mumbai, allowing him to feel confident in
his guruhood once again.
Last night in suburbia, at the 7:45 showing of "Walk the Line," the "Brokeback
Mountain" trailer got booed, which is typical and depressing. Even though I
might have my own issues with that movie (since Hollywood can only tell stories
about queer life as long as they are talking about beautiful white men, and the
actors portraying them are actually straight and showcasing how comfortable they
are with their sexuality) I still want to rally behind it, because the world at
large will never be ready for us, and so we must be ready for it.
There are also a number of historical epics on offer, even yet another "Pride
and Prejudice!" When will Hollywood get sick of making the same films over and
over again? What is this stupid insistence at revisiting the same boring novels,
never showing us anything different, as if we all have some kind of collective
short term memory loss that would prevent us remembering that we just saw this
film, we just read this book in school, we already know this story and it
doesn’t matter that Keira Knightly is in it now?
I am just so over the European perspective of fucking everything and I want
something new and real. And so I am eagerly anticipating the release of "Memoirs
of Geisha." The trailer looks lush and stunning, and all the usual suspects
like Gong Li and Michelle Yeoh are there, but why does Zhang Ziyi have blue
eyes? Is that from the novel? I read it, and I might have liked it but it was one
of those books that you read that just kind of leaves you, because it isn’t a
terribly profound story, nor is it a true one, not that it really matters – but
basically, it’s kind of an empty fashion show without pictures.
Still, even if it was in the book, I can’t say that it looks right on film.
That is weird. I don’t know any Asian people with blue eyes, except for that
porn star with the blond hair from Hawaii, and that old blind man from Kung Fu.
Why do her eyes have to be blue? To make blue eyed people want to see the film?
Why do they remain true to a novel which was not even true to begin with? It is
just like that grade school experiment that separates the blue eyed people from
the brown eyed people in class, and how easy it was for us to condemn the brown
eyed people to death or something like that, which was supposed to teach you
about racism, but actually did nothing but point out the popular kids in class.
I am still glad about the movie, even though Zhang Ziyi’s eyes are much more
beautiful in their normal color. I would have preferred if she had just one
contact in, a’la Marilyn Manson, but you can’t have everything, as we see in
"Memoirs of a Geisha." I think it is grand that the actors are not entirely
Japanese, and I am delighted to see them all up on the screen, speaking English
and looking fine. It’s just the eyes: so politicized, the way we see ourselves,
the way others see us. I wish things were different. I wish things would change.
But they don’t.