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{ Monthly Archives } July 2008

When a bank gets the runs

A new piece on Pajamas Media.

Dark as Charcoal

This is about the coolest thing ever, and as a side-effect makes visible something I’d known academically: the moon’s surface is actually very dark. The usual gee-whiz statement is that with an albedo of around 7 percent, the Moon is really “as dark as a blacktop parking lot.” While true, this is a little misleading. […]

This guy clearly has cats

A Spell to Commit Pronoia

Willing to experience aloneness, I discover connection everywhere; Turning to face my fear, I meet the warrior who lives within; Opening to my loss, I am given unimaginable gifts; Surrendering into emptiness, I find fullness without end. Each condition I flee from pursues me. Each condition I welcome transforms me And becomes itself transformed Into […]

Which shall it be?

“Oh God, is there ever to be any age of happiness? Is there never to be any rest?” “Rest enough for the individual man, too much, and too soon, and we call it death. But for Man, no rest and no ending, he must go on, conquest beyond conquest. First this little planet, and its […]

The hardest writing advice of all

Editorials and columns are a short form of essay writing, often about complicated, interwoven matters. Though we worked hard to bring new reporting and analysis to our arguments, the pieces still had to fit into a limited space. Being young and earnest, I wrote long, to explain it all. I can still hear Tony saying, […]

Non-Newtonian Techno

To be free

To be free is to be without anxiety about imperfection. — Tara Brach

Karuna and Jesse Helms

The thing was, he’d answer anyone‘s questions: a thief, a murderous warrior, an untouchable, a whore. Finally, someone asks him — maybe Sariputra, the perpetual straight man — how it is that he can be calm and not judge these people?

Parallels

… we look not to what is seen but to what is unseen; for what is seen is transitory, but what is unseen is eternal. — 2 Corinthians 4:18 Form is Sunyata, empty. …. Dharma neither arises nor ends, it isn’t pure or impure, it doesn’t grow and it doesn’t shrink. …. By way of […]