The thoughts, opinions, unconcious musings, worries, ideas, throwaway remarks, jokes, inflamatory rhetoric, seditious grumblings, brainwaves, dark shadows of the soul and general chitter chatter of Guy Bailey (yes, that one).
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
I can't believe it's not Buddah
Whoever came up with the idea of rubbing Buddah's belly for luck doesn't know Jack.
I've been rubbing this chap for the best part of a week now and things are fair to middling to say the least. Bah!
My experience of Buddhism is limited to student experimentation with literature such as the Dhamapadda and "The Little Book of Zen" which was just a collection of trite sayings from the likes of Bob Dyland and Woody Allen and some brief biogs of Buddhist masters. This might seem sad and entirely transparent nowadays but if you were in college in the mid 90's and the lyrics of Echobelly and Republica were considered the new poetry then an authentic cultural coathook such as Buddhism had a lot more cred than the latest fad.
My Buddhist experimentation came to an end with the realisation that a) Buddhists can't drink and b) the main proponents of the text are dripping wet Richard Gere and Lisa Simpson.
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