
2007.02.25 • 08:31 • 0 com
Buddhism is a form of therapy; there's no doubt about that. Of course we need to clarify the scope of the healing involved, which is "spiritual". Yet, most of the time we aren't sure about the usage of this word. Understanding of unsatisfactoriness and at least an intellectual foreshadowing of luminous-emptiness is required to understand the goal of such therapy and therefore its nature.Even thought it is a therapy, it is not a "feel good" or "success" kind of therapy. When we shun self-help as abhorrent mediocrity, we are mostly having a very much accurate nausea about the superficiality of the whole thing. The Dalai Lama becomes an even greater asset when we understand the deep ocean of shit he is happly navigating, disguised as a teacher-of-the-mediocre to teach the mediocre — that's compassion.
Many people would maybe find these considerations a bit over the top. Actually, when we think of compassion, we really need to understand the flexibility of the simulacrum which Tibetans call nirmanakaya. Dzongsar Khyentse says the nirmanakaya's main characteristic is that it is undetermined. That is, it arises mainly from the merits of dream-beings (us) from a completely flexible master of disguise which we call guru. The peculiar form which us beings to be tamed perceive depends solely on our merits and peculiarities.
Anyways, the actual teaching of Buddhism is not pleasant, and doesn't even need to be. It is common to hear claims for a simpler teaching, an adaptation for modern times and culture — but most people, including many teachers, seem to lack creativity about exactly which form would it have to take. It seems always to be goody-wooly, low voice, peace and love hippie new agy and, oh bollocks, "don't confuse people" pasteurized blabber1. As a matter of fact, some people need confusion. And although I agree general teachings should be made easy and smooth, I rather go with those who enjoy the ride of profound wrathful mind-bogglingly zany compassion.

Funniest mindless movie of the last few years. McLovin is the best, and the other guys grew on me.
In his job he needs to undervalue the suffering of others in order to make more money. Then there’s the smell, the ass and the eye. The degree of objectification of desire is in direct proportion to the self-debasement of the indulger. By degrading the other, he nullifies himself. The very indifference to the overjealous ones, the suppressed recalcitrant losers of the world, is what causes their victims to exist. Great disturbing movie.
A lost science fiction PBS movie with Taoist undertones is a real find, right? A guy discovers his dreams change reality—when he wakes up he finds himself in a world where the content of his dreams have actually happened. He of course gets scared after a couple of nightmares, seeks relief in drugs, and then, because of them, is lead to a psychiatrist. 
Here's for all the sissy Apple lovers out there... This is the ultimate design for my old Duron, which faithfully downloaded well over one terabyte (mostly movies, 1300+) always on 24/7/365 over the last four years. It also runs Apache and is a file and printer server, as well as a router for my home network (with four, also damn old and beautiful computers). Sometimes I dust it off with a vacuum cleaner.
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In imdb a user commented: "Annoying little transition into some sort of regurgitated independent film values finds this shallow project from Brad Silberling offering little and providing less in this embarrassingly exploitive work." I agree, yet it is still watchable — even more so if you understand how clichê is the fabricated spontaneity in it. It is as if independent movie has aquired its own hollywood-like formulaicism. So it kind of becomes an interestingly consumated aesthetic portrail of so many cult-status fabricated stylishness examples we see around. Many people liked 






