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Basho’s advice to poets

“Just watch children playing. Eat vegetable soup instead of duck stew.”

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Amma

Yesterday morning I went to talk to Swami about quitting the bookstore–I went to talk to Swami about quitting the bookstore for the second time–the first time was last summer. I reminded him of this conversation and asked where we were in the process of finding someone to take over my shift. He told me […]

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the chant before you eat

Om Brahmarpanam, brahma havir, brahmagnau, brahmana hutam. Brahmaiva tena gantavyam, brahma-karma-samadhina. Hari om tat sat.

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the recital

Every year in November, my friend L has a recital at his house. This year my friend P was playing a Mozart sonata, and I was turning pages. So that happened. I didn’t make any mistakes, and I was happy to help. I’m glad that’s over with, though I enjoyed seeing P often to practice […]

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the picnic visit

I forgot the picnic bag, so all I had was my own sandwich and the carrots which were in the cooler. All the cookies were missing. So in Oroville we drove around looking for the Trader Joe’s. But then we stopped by the Chamber of Commerce to ask, and there was no Trader Joe’s after […]

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early

Today I noticed a fake Christmas tree with lights set up near the door at the Carmichael library.

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talk, picnic visit

Last night Erik and I went to a talk put on by the local Marxist school called “Public Good, Private Freedoms: The Core Values of Social Egalitarian Political Philosophy” by Jason Meyers, someone who’s on the faculty at California State University, Stanislaus. Here’s a description. Why do social egalitarians argue for public goods rather than […]

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mistake

Today when Erik and I were chatting with P the oral historian, he asked, “What’s that? That’s not the Virgin Mary, is it?” about the necklace I wear–I usually wear it under my clothes, but I was wearing it out for a while today. I told him, “It’s Saint Teresa,” and “She never smiled,” but […]

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mail report

Today was a fabulous mail day. I got a postcard from my friend C in Kansas–it’s from her trip to Arizona–it depicts 12 Kachina dolls, and they look great. This postcard makes me feel loved and thought of. I also got a stuffed envelope from Don Wentworth, my friend who makes the Lilliput zine. He […]

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I can’t think of what to call this blog post because the table saw is too loud

This morning I went to Vedanta for an hour to work in the library getting data from the card catalog and putting it in the computer. P was there, and she hugged me. Swami was there, and he asked me if I can copy CDs on the bookstore computer. I said I probably could–what I […]