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#2767 - Thursday/Friday, March 22-23,
2007 - Editor: Jerry Katz
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from http://theobvious.typepad.com/blog/2003/09/index.html
A foundation of financial unrest
Jon Husband, in an e-mail, pointed me at Rob Paterson's excellent
blog in
which he quotes the following extract From Sterling Hayden's
book, Wanderer:
"To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest
on a firm
foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise you are doomed to a
routine
traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen, who play with their boats
at sea --
"cruising," it is called.
Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who
cannot, or
will not, fit in.
If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon
the
venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what
the sea is
all about. "I've always wanted to sail to the South Seas,
but I can't afford
it." What these men can't afford is _not_ to go. They are
enmeshed in the
cancerous discipline of "security." And in the worship
of security we fling
our lives beneath the wheels of routine -- and before we know it
our lives
are gone.
What does a man need -- really need? A few pounds of food each
day, heat and
shelter, six feet to lie down in -- and some form of working
activity that
will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all-- in the
material sense.
And we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system
until we end
up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages,
preposterous
gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention from the sheer
idiocy of the
charade. The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where
they lie
caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the
tomb is
sealed. Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it
be:
bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?"
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from http://zenfilter.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html
66. Children of His Majesty
Yamaoka Tesshu was a tutor of the emperor. He was also a master
of fencing
and a profound student of Zen.
His home was the abode of vagabonds. He had but one suit of
clothes, for
they kept him always poor.
The emperor, observing how worn his garments were, gave Yamaoka
some money
to buy new ones. The next time Yamaoka appeared he wore the same
old outfit.
'What became of the new clothes, Yamaoka?' asked the emperor.
'I provided clothes for the children of Your Majesty,' explained
Yamaoka.
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from the VanDwellers list:
Posted by: "Jim Foreman"
Back when I was building the Fokker
http://www.jimforeman.com/Stories/fokker.htm
I did much of the metal work in
the machine shop of a friend who went by the name of
"Moose". He mostly
built dragster chassis but did some custom hotrod work. He got
his start in
that sort of business building chassis for Rose Bowl floats. He
also built
the car used on the Munsters on TV. He was an amazing designer
and metal
worker. He could look at a problem then sketch it out on a piece
of paper or
draw it on metal with soapstone and it would work.
There was a guy in Dallas known as
"Spider". He did nothing but
pinstripe and having a "Spider job" was an ego thing
among the hot rodders.
His signature was a pinstripe spider. If you asked him what he
got for a
pinstripe job, he'd simply ask how much you wanted to spend and
if you said
anything under a hundred dollars, he'd laugh at you. When you
came to an
agreement on how much you wanted to spend, you paid him and then
had to
leave because he refused to work while anyone watched. He claimed
that he
didn't know what it would look like before he began, said that it
came to
him as he worked. He mostly traveled from one shop to another and
you never
knew when he'd show up some place. I saw him pull down five grand
in two
days and then he gave Moose $500 for using his paint room.
He was a rather skuzzy looking character and
stayed stoned most of the
time. One day a kid stopped by the shop and after looking at him
for a few
seconds, asked, "Are you Jesus?"
Spider replied, "No, I'm God."