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Birthday: 2/8/1985
Interests: the world...and you...and you helping me take over the world for you and me and especially caterpillars Expertise: fist-shaking, rabble-rousing, getting myself in ridiculously precarious situations, getting mass amounts of injuries from precarious situations that are usually completely inexplicable, being elusive, being evasive, being in your face, being an explosion, eating the system, regurgitating it onto the oppressed and lovely, not eating my fellow sentient beings, responsible consumption, seeing e v e r y t h i n g as political, commanding the action of masses of people in foreign languages and my dear sweet palestinian scarf...and hopeless amounts of free love. so politically in love with you i am.. Occupation: Artist Industry: Government
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Member Since:
3/21/2005
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| holy crap. this has been the most cathartic,
bottom-it-out-and-start-creation day i've had in a very long time. it's
a bad thing to bottom out after everyone else does, when everyone else
is already on the way up. but i think i'm actually managing to
catalogue my own thoughts once again. now, how to be cunning, how to be
interesting and master the allure of the first-person. hobby misheard
dave on the phone so i'm back at RDI an hour early. which is the reason
i'm so damn distractable...big white room with internet full of every
damn thing except people. this place looks like a storm blew through.
kind of reminds me of the wasteland, empty chapels with a lone rooster
bringing rain.
last night, while preparing the video to send home for my brother's
graduation, it finally hit me what the hell his graduation means. it
means that the world i grew up in, which i left long ago, will no
longer exist. it doesn't matter to me that my relationship with my
family is distant and damaged. that's still the place where i grew up,
and when i left it, i left it intact. i'm trying to believe that
david's graduation doesn't really mean anything in terms of this
occurrance, that what i'm describing won't really take effect until
august when he moves away. but it signifies something, and i can't
analyze that away. i feel compelled to consider changing my flight
again, since i just changed it for some frolicking around, hanging out
on the most amazing farm, learning a bunch of little tricks, and hiking
through the golden triangle with ciaran. this feels so much less
justified than my original plans. and yet, i waited until i had the
less impressive version to change my flight. if i change it now, i'll
have to pay another hundred dollars, i'd leave two days before ciaran
arrives, i'd have to cut my stay at peggy's in half. i'd be in elmwood
park instead of the golden triangle. i probably won't change my flight
again. and i'll probably look back on this one day as indicative. i
just hope i don't regret it.
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| Here is what Nobel Peace Prize Nominee Sulak Sivaraska sent us for our
publication!!! Alright, not very user friendly, but very inspirational
to me personally, per usual, per Sulak.
On Self-reliance
Contrary to popular misinterpretation, in Buddhism
self-reliance does not imply an autonomous, asocial, ahistorical, perfectly
translucent, and transcendental self. So it is neither like the Cartesian self,
nor like the rugged neoliberal and consumerist self of late capitalism. Rather,
there is a certain “naturalism†or immanence in the Buddhist notion. By this I
mean that there’s no supernatural intervention in human activities and that
although the self is ‘ambiguous’ and shaped by nature, culture, and history, it
is amenable through self-training and experimentation such as via meditation
and proper breathing—hence the “not-self†in Buddhism. I have stressed on
countless occasions that the Buddhist response to Descartes is “I breathe therefore
I am,†and this constitutes what may be called spirituality—which entails the
care of the self—or the ‘simple magic’ and ‘small wonder’ of Buddhism. This
immanence, which is without guarantees since there is no metaphysical comfort,
becomes a preliminary condition for the persistent cultivation of generosity,
compassion, and wisdom; that is, the transformation of greed into generosity,
hatred into compassion, and delusion or ignorance into wisdom. Again, these are
tied to humility and simplicity. The Buddha after all was a simple monk. And
they all cannot be cultivated without being engaged with the world, without
having virtuous companions, and without confronting the sufferings in the world
mindfully and nonviolently.
Since there is no autonomous self, self-reliance is then
about being in and with the world, about what Thich Nhat Nanh calls
“inter-beingâ€. Self-reliance does not mean self-attachment or clinging to the
self. Put more mundanely, it’s about interdependence since we are all vulnerable
and life is precarious or fragile, and we are not perfectly sovereign. This
condition cannot be willed away—our skins cannot be willed away—even if we live
in gated or fortified communities patrolled by private security firms, acquire
immense wealth, etc. In Buddhism, happiness entails traveling on the Middle
Path without self-attachment. Devotees of the Buddha (lay or otherwise) are
expected to examine themselves on a daily basis. And the things to be
contemplated on a daily basis (Abhinhapaccavekkhana) are as follows.
- One
should again and again contemplate: I am subject to decay and cannot
escape it.
- I am
subject to disease and I cannot escape it.
- I am
subject to death and cannot escape it.
- There
will be division and separation from all that are dear to me and beloved.
- I am
owner of my deed, whatever deed I do, whether good or bad, I shall become
heir to it.
Greed, hatred, and delusion are tools to foster a perfectly
sovereign self, which is roguish by nature. We kill others, we dominate others,
represent various isms we hold dear as absolute, etc. to feel sovereign, for
instance. Self-reliance thus posits a non-possessive and non-domineering kind
of agency, one that shuns from fixed hierarchies or totalities such as
structural violence. Once again, many have pointed out that nonviolence or ahimsa
is ‘the master precept’ in Buddhism.
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| after the most intense three months of my life (hence the no
blogging...but i did send out emails) we're now officially full into
final project time, which has become let's-publish-common-ground time
and hence group-wide freakout time that i managed to evade for the past
week by moving into a politically and socially engaged buddhist
commune. however, today i underwent a massive time-space warp and have
landed back in the world of student life, of students-of-life life, of
needing to produce something concrete which i have learned i completely
suck at doing.
i'm writing three articles for this issue of common ground, whose
theme is self-reliance: one on the Asoke Buddhism as part of a global
back-to-the-basics movement, one on the squats in Nijmegen where i
stayed when i ran away from school last February, and one on bridging
the language gap between policy makers and people who are negatively
affected by their policies for development. the last one is my baby, my
brain child, and will hopefully become my thesis for graduation in
december. if i get my act together. or more like if i act like a real
student again. i've been sort of playing the role of "i'll do whatever
the group needs" and sacrificing my own needs that are separate from
the group...hence having three drafts due in four days that will each
require seemingly impossible collaboration, and the diminishing of
my own project. ah well. i don't know what the hell i'm going to do
with it anyway. it was going to be sort of a survey project, and then
became an actual cartographic project, and now i don't know if i have
time for either in a sufficient manner. i guess that's what i get for
living in a vortex, and subsuming my own interests. but i'm glad the
publication will have what it needs.
hm, i don't know what else is interesting...i might be going to
learn earthen building and integrated agriculture north of chiang mai
after the program...also i am wondering if it would really every be
possible for a vagabond life to fulfill me...
can anyone explain to me why naked lunch is worth reading? i read fifty pages and then gave up in favor of some more orwell...
ben valentine came to visit! then i looked at pictures of tom,
melissa, robbie, drew, and others abouts all over europe and it
freaked me out that w e a r e e v e r y w h e r e...
alright fine insufficiently pensive at 3am.
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| inversion.
lack of sense, complete sense and finally a tiny bit of familiarity. i didn't even know i was missing it.
happy songkran.
how things are marvelously evolving. everything. except a few distortions. my gosh. chab ti-sut bpra-ted nii.
a wishing and a washing of time.
pause.
i need more sabai in my life.
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| I admit "blogging" has become an impossible task, judging by the fact that it requires computers, electricity, and most of all, time. I've pretty much abandoned typographical writing in favor of a small cardboard notebook with an elephant made of coconut pieces pasted on the cover. But, I'm in Bangkok, with nothing to do at the moment but read about the Burmese military dictatorship and its prophesy by George Orwell. I just spent a few hours at the protest, helping the International Network of Engaged Buddhists strip and package reusable signs. And, I made a lot of friends, for everyone at a two-month-long Thai protest loves to speak with a farang.
We've come to study urban sprawl and population overload. We've come to see the dumping ground of a forty-year economic and social development track propped up by American foreign interests and the IMF. We're meeting with sex workers, NGOs, ambassadors, and the National Economic and Social Development Board Chief Advisor. I'm most excited personally about meeting the Secretary General of the National Human Rights Commission and the wife of a disappeared human rights lawyer from the South. And spending a night with the sex workers, of course. In the meantime, outside of our 8-5 job, we've got the protest, we've got nightlife, we've got a much-needed break from the village life of Isaan. I've developed an extreme fondness for hanging out in villages, for learning to grow my own food and basing my life around the building of communities. While I'm learning to loathe the city, or at least lower it from Mecca to an unsustainable concentration of a nation's maladies, I still can't help but feel more at home here than anywhere beautiful or wholesome. We are trapped in the belly of a horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. It seems to be my notion of home is as unstable as any sort of comfort in the external world.
My professor here is one of the most amazing people I've ever met in my life. He knows everyone, literally everyone who means anything at all in any movement worth a second look. Because of him, we've gotten to speak with the heads of the oppostion movement, the heads of many other movements, countless villagers, NGOs, governors, ministry heads, Noble Peace Prize Nominees, etc. etc. etc. Anyway, on the way down to Bangkok today, I mentioned to him that I'm in the middle of this amazing book and I asked him if he'd heard of it. He told me the author is a good friend of his, and would I like to arrange a secret meeting? We've got so much to do this week, and it's such short notice, that I don't really expect it to happen, but if so, I am beyond excited, and also very nervous. I don't really know what to ask her...how about what will it take to take me on as your prodigy this summer? I'm sure she can link me up with some refugee movements, as was my original plan. Hm. I'm not moving any closer to solid plans here, other than I redecided to graduate in December, for the sole reason that I can get the fuck out of the classroom.
that's all for now. maybe i'll do it again someday. maybe someday soon. i might even take to typing up all the notes i've scribbled under mosquito nets in the past two months. if you used to read my blog, and you don't get my email updates, if you leave your name i'll add you to the list. chok dii, chok dii, that's ringing through my ears, and i agree. santi.
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