oooh I love pav bhaji! Never thought to have it for breakfast though… good idea.

That took me a minute. I read “house speaker” as Mike Johnson.

Yep. My parents are in their own echo chamber of Fox news and other 80-year-old racist fucks, and anything you try to say bounces off them with the basic formula you outlined. Actual external logic doesn’t matter. The wild thing is how big that echo chamber has gotten.

alt.binaries…

It definitely used to happen to me!

a good dropperful of liquid vitamin D is good for me once a week. make sure it’s enough – the typical recommended daily values (at least in the US) are pretty low.

Yo, that girl was my scariest thing for years. Oh man.

I’ve worn my xm3s for thousands of hours over 5+years, but have never replaced the pads. What does it do? Does it make the NR of better? Or just a comfort thing?

I laughed. Good one.

ohhh yeah I think I remember that one too :)

Did you have the little switch screwed into the back of your set to go from “TV” to “GAME” ?

also, I came here to post “Atari 2600” but I’ll leave it in this comment instead :P

I don’t reply a lot, but your comment hits home for me, so: That’s a bummer. No, Buddhism doesn’t have to do that, but there are a lot of ways to do buddhism, many branches/sects, a lot of people doing it wrong, overdoing it, doing it as obsessively as they did guitar etc. (raises hand)… It’s sad that it’s hard to find good role models in buddhism in the west, so we’re stuck sometimes trying to weed out the good/pure from the narcissistic youtubers. But as a fellow introvert who has done and still does a lot of things obsessively (including guitar, cycling, third wave coffee brewing/roasting, and meditation), my feel is: buddhism doesn’t require you to give up those things. It changes your clingy relationship to them, which may decrease your interest… for example, I realized I don’t want to be a rockstar, which was this big painful want for me (I had to practice every day and GET GOOD and find a band or else), and that changed my relationship with guitar. I still absolutely love playing, and practicing, but it’s a more relaxed love, not this painful drive to get this “thing.” You start to see the dreamlike quality of the “fictional” life you’re living, that it’s made up of concepts that we project from our own minds. But: you still want it to be a good dream, so you still do fun stuff! I love my friends and family, love jamming with my buds, love riding outside… but I’m able to see a little better now (than say 10 years ago) when that painful craving kicks in… so, same stuff, different relationship. More relaxed. At its best, more like a lucid dream than an anxiety dream.

However, at various points on my journey I’ve been accused by those close to me (well, my partner) of getting too into it. There may have been times where I was gung ho about meditating, and could’ve been ready to throw away old hobbies in the name of “spirituality.”. so I get that… To answer your question, I don’t think buddhism makes you a zombie who finds everything meh because it doesn’t matter. If you’re trying too hard, you might unnecessarily eschew parts of your former life, but that’s not necessary for the path (unless you’re doing the whole monk thing… in which case, just go be a monk). Quite the contrary, life gets easier because you can pick up a hobby without the painful baggage of identifying with “I am this big coffee nerd now!” or whatever, and… just kinda enjoy it more. I’m not great at explaining it, I realize, hahaha. :)

I guess, feel free to PM me if you want to get more specific. I’m curious what sort of meditation your friend does. But I also don’t want to intervene… I am no expert.

I totally hear that… When the light is just right, can’t fumble around :)

That’s really nice. The graininess gives it an “old photo” vibe – was that on purpose? (if not, how/why so grainy?)

The Big Lebowski

or one of those is the name of the posing owl? who knows!

Such a good photo, it took TWO photographers to make it.

When they seem to think it’s socially acceptable to scroll while hanging out with other people. I usually give the benefit of the doubt–“oh they’re responding to a text… right? oh damn, they are scrolling? and I’m sitting right here with them?”

Maybe like 20 years ago, my partner and I were at a couple-friends’ apartment on a hot sweaty summer day. The four of us sitting in a small circle on the hardwood living room floor, smoking a bowl… Nothing but the sound of the flicking lighter, and the squeaky hum of the ceiling fan providing us with some margin of relief from the heat. Ahh…

Then boom. The ceiling fan’s loose screw squeaked its last squeak and the whole fixture fell, heavy-ass motor assembly and all, exactly in the middle of our circle. One of the wooden blades nicked my friend on the way down for a bloody eyebrow. But the heavy middle part, which could’ve killed any of us, landed right in the middle of our little arms-length bowl circle. This wasn’t one of those skinny modern fans you install by yourself… The thing was freakin’ heavy.

“Whoa.”

Was there a laugh track? :)