That’s the me of yesteryear; before I lost my sight. 

Who was I then? Hmmm… I had a spiffy haircut. I had loads of friends. I loved playing, running, hiding and seeking. I loved kissing my mom and dad good night. I hated feety pjs – too binding and hence my abhorrence to this day of wearing button shirts and ties. Yuck! I had no prejudices – except for a general dislike of peas and a predilection towards the color blue.

It was my wont to wander. I would find something that caught my eye and I would drop everything to explore. Still do. I did a lot of exploring and unlearning in my travel articles in Australia entitled The Buddha’s Striptease. That was the beginning when I realized life was not in the amassing of knowledge, in wealth or in various personas. Life was not in the addition but in the subtraction. I am living each new day less than I was before. 

I am still on my personal Striptease. Follow along and sing if you know the words.

My goal is to be that tyke of yesteryear and see once again.

Buddha's Mood:

 My Unkymood Punkymood (Unkymoods)


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Buddha's Top 10 List:

TV

Check out the Naked Buddha on Radical Sabbaticals
 
 

Books

1.   The Buddha’s Striptease: Naked in Oz Tour 2001, The Naked Buddha
2.   Awareness, Anthony DeMello
3.   Siddhartha, Hermann Hesse
4.   The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand
5.   The World According to Garp, John Irving
6.   Awakening the Buddha Within, Lama Surya Das
7.   Bloom County Babylon: Five Years of Basic Naughtiness, Berkely Breathed
8.   The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger
9.   Steppenwolf, Hermann Hesse
10. Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy

Movies

1.   The Passion of the Christ
2.   Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
3.   Out of Africa
4.   Raise the Red Lantern
5.   Lost in Translation
6.   Before Sunrise
7.   Beyond Rangoon
8.   Princess Bride
9.   The Ice Storm
10. 
Delores Clairborne

Music

1.   Try Whistling This, Neil Finn
2.   Haunted, Poe
3.   Temple of Low Men, Crowded House
4.   Fear, Toad the Wet Sprocket
5.   The Globe Sessions, Sheryl Crow 
6.   Crowded House, Crowded House
7.   Version 2.0, Garbage
8.  
Beneath the Velvet Sun, Shawn Mullins
9.   Wild Gift, X
10. Achtung Baby, U2



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Tuesday, February 27, 2007
The Simple Life

I am in JFK as we type heading back from working my butt off for the past 4 days in Grand Central only to go back to Santa Barbara to work some more of my firm and perky butt off at my other job only to get back on a another plane Monday to do a weeklong client pitch. Oh yeah and I have to move this weekend. How much fun can a boy handle?

New York was...hmmm...I am so over New York. One time it held a charm for me but now it is just another big, congested city trying its darndest to give its citizens a sense of humanity. It fails like most major cities do. There is something oddly cold about New York - really it snowed! You can be surrounded by 1,000s of people and feel so isolated. I forgot what it is like to bump shoulders with someone and not apologize. My first day I hit about 10 people walking on the streets and I stopped to look at them about to apologize only to realize that it didn't even phase them - it was like I didn't exist. Me, the Buddha with the big shoulders, doesn't exist - now there is your existential thought of the day.

Oh yeah and the taxi driver tried to take the Queensboro Bridge to go to JFK instead of the Midtown tunnel. Hello? Where does he think I am from - Santa Barbara? Oh yeah I am. But I still have a drop of my old NY self left in me.

The taxis in NY offer a flat rate to all the airports so the Midtown tunnel charges a toll and the Queensboro doesn't. He was trying to save $4.50 and add 20 minutes to my trip. He thought I was some yokel from the sticks since he picked me up in front of the Radisson who wouldn't notice his diversionary tactics. I reverted back to my old NY self and asked what the eff he was doing and he turned around to go to the Midtown tunnel. I didn't use the eff word but in my NY days I have been known to cuss out my share of cab drivers - bastids.

So I have firmly realized that I am a small town boy who likes the simple life. I just love the antics of Nicole and Paris. Oh yeah, and what has Brittany Nicole Smith been up to??? God, I got to know.


Posted at 04:57 am by Mr. Buddha Magoo

Giggles
February 27, 2007   05:31 AM PST
 
See....that's one of the (many) reasons why I could never live in New York. I am the type of person that would get in a taxi and just assume that the driver is going the cheapest and fastest way. I know...pretty silly.

Save some of that perky butt...you may need it one day.

:o) Glad you're back!
AbbyNormal
February 28, 2007   03:34 PM PST
 
Oh, stop it Buddha! You know about my weakness for firm, perky butted, broad shouldered simpletons!
 

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