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Note to self (before you forget, again):  basically, we store memory in “patches,” and it’s essentially important the we know how to move from patch to patch for recall.  

Lama Thubten’s very informative talk on Great Compassion.

tumblrbot asked: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

Sometimes vintage soft core pornography does the trick for me.  I find that bad moods dissipate when the mind looses attachment to negativity, viewing it as simply wasteful.  And as such, waste is recyclable and provides an opportunity to turn into positive re-post.  I’m not particularly a sex or porn-fetish person but I do find it interesting to observe human sexuality in natural form (i.e. not hard core, commercial or just plain gross-out versions of it).  It’s always refreshing to watch 1920’s flicks, knowing that great-grandfather-mother did the nasty.  That’s my take on bad moods.    

Basically, it’s a museum.  Throw in monkey spanking, f*ck art, and the rich visual history of sex on screen and you’ve erected (among other things) a tapestry of delights everyone will enjoy but rarely talks about on Take Your Kid To Work Day.

Currently Mosex is offering a $3 dollar off admission special!  

MUSEUM OF SEX

233 Fifth Avenue (@ 27th Street)
New York, NY 10016
212.689.6337

That’s what I’m taaaaaaaalkin’ about!  Words of wisdom here.

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Blackberries, strawberries, and raspberries are my favs; delicioso in my book.  To me, they are like nature’s little treats with edible wrappers.  I can’t believe that berries aren’t actually berries?  WTF?  I’m baffled.  Guess, you (we) learn something every day. 

malibueinstein:

Things that are berries:

-avocados -pumpkins -tomatoes

Things that are not berries:

-blackberries -strawberries -raspberries

shaktilover:

Try gentleness.

It’s much more powerful than anger or shame.

Be gentle with yourself and you will be happier and make greater progress.

Think loving thoughts.

Encourage yourself with the energy of Love.

Namaste, sweet being. <3

Aaaah, it’s like a cup of warm tea, vibrating positive swirls in my heart and then upward like lazy coils of incense, streaming thoughts merge into a highway of super-information.  Next right, exit from the burden of overthinking.

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Tao Lin has used this disgusting cat’s tale to mock my life (pre-pubicscent, of course), and I resent the mish-mosh of improper factual detailing, regarding (said) “large doses of Xanas and Adderall and alcohol…”  

Bastardo!  How dare he!

For the record, I only thought I was an actual cat from the age of 5-12.  Quite frankly, Lord-Life-Giver-father (he insisted on proper title and utmost respect for his lordship as head of our family) had called me a “pussy” for as long as I can remember so it was not difficult to live the double life of a feline.  It was not until my 12th birthday at Niagra Falls, where mother (allegedly) pushed him over a flimsy aluminum guard rail that I stopped believing in the whole…cat thing.

Anyway, in closing, father never took Xanax!  He was strictly a Vicodin-man.  And mother, nevertheless, only dabbled in heroine.  Alcohol was never served at parties and holiday festivities.  Lord-Life-Giver did imbibe rain water from an old leather Army boot he hung nightly behind our custom backyard landfill, claiming that the boot juice gave him the perfect buzz.  But beyond this reported act there certainly was no alcohol.

vicemag:

A cat that woke 4 minutes ago from a nightmare in which he was on extremely large doses of Xanax and Adderall and alcohol at a Christmas party, embarrassing himself in front of his owners and owners’ friends and relatives and all their children by repeatedly rubbing his crotch against people’s heads and faces (by climbing sofas and tables and jumping onto people’s shoulders and clutching their necks and heads or leaping directly toward the heads and faces of small children) while obliviously meowing in an extremely loud, nearly non-stop, frighteningly unseemly manner. His “suspicious” expression and somewhat “stricken” posture (as depicted above) has been sustained without change for almost the entire 4 minutes since waking, during which he has been replaying and studying certain details from his nightmare in an effort (involving decreasing confidence, in part because he has been staring across the room at a Christmas tree that has seemed increasingly dream-like) to confirm, to any believable degree, that it really was a nightmare and not something that happened last night or a few nights ago.

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I may be on Planet Earth, indeed.  And I’m not all that ashamed to admit that in a general sense, I’m lost.  But, at least, I can take comfort in the fact that I’m far from Uranus.