aha! after you.

i will finish this post later, as i am off to work in ten minutes and still in my bathrobe right now.

but i wanted to talk about chögyam trungpa, and the idea of our selves. he talks about the world-weary hangover that comes from us idenitfying as joe. if people ask for more detail (which they rarely do), we're joe the mechanic, or joe the stock trader, whatever. we start thinking of this as reality. and no one asks us "well what is joe?" so we're left with this feeling of subtle imprisonment, which eventually, like the bars at the zoo, becomes security. and would it really be compassionate to let us out after all that? how would we survive? (heavy eye-rolling)

emotions, called separate from thought, labeled wow. they're our EMOTIONS for christs's sake; very important. we take them very seriously. are we angry? WOW. that's a big (serious) deal, whether it's because we talk about it or because of how much violence we show. resentment is a kind of trap, an old roommate of mine used to say, and maybe all emotions are a kind of trap when we attach them to ourselves.

i got this from my current bathroom book, the path is the goal.

tom waits says about his wife, kathleen brennan (i got this quote off wikipedia): "a remarkable collaborator, and she's a shiksa, goddess and a trapeze artist, all of that. She can fix the truck. Expert on the African violet and all that. She's outta this world. I don't know what to say. I'm a lucky man. She has a remarkable imagination. And that's the nation where I live. She's bold, inventive and fearless. That's who you wanna go in the woods with, right? Somebody who finishes your sentences for you."

ah yes, mr waits. spot on.