Yea, the post was getting some positive feedback so I went back and reread it. You're right. It started off neat. I know this will sound weird, but we all know what a dog is like who is hand shy. Even the hand that comes down to pet him, (usually a neighbor or friend will elicit a drawing back response. That is the way I kind of am with Barry's posts. I know there is some good stuff, but Ialso know what is likely to come. This may make me come off as a pussy. But so be it.
--- In [email protected], "whynotnow7" <whynotnow7@...> wrote: > > I had the same thought, but decided to self edit that stuff out. Ironically the only reason the TM/TB stuff kept intruding was the rest of the imagery was so good! Belgian chocolate, a train through the European countryside...who can't imagine themselves there? Sounded expansive and comfortable, wanted to hear more about that ride. > > --- In [email protected], "seventhray1" steve.sundur@ wrote: > > > > > > Here's a thought. A persistant theme in your posts is "MMY as an > > average guy". Could all the (supposed at least) TBers accept such a > > premise, and why not try it on for size. Maybe challenge yourself and > > try posting without the persistant mocking and continual referral to the > > TMO. Yea, I think many your insights are interesting. But I read your > > posts knowing that the "put down" is always right around the corner, and > > rarely am I disappointed. Seems like you came up with two of three in > > this post. (I don't feel like re-reading). But Purusha brewed beer as > > Yak piss. Pretty much the typical fare you provide. Sorta not funny > > anymore. At least for me. Maybe others like it. > > > > P.S. At the risk of appearing weak, I hope you don't respond, or even > > read my posts, because I like you, and dislike having to take the > > position of chastising a friend. > > > > > > --- In [email protected], turquoiseb <no_reply@> wrote: > > > > > > Sitting in my window seat on the fast train back to the Netherlands, I > > > watch the Belgian landscape zip past and try to figure out what makes > > it > > > different from the Dutch landscape. Probably the same thing that made > > > Brussels so different from Den Haag or Amsterdam -- the French > > > influence. > > > > > > It was a real pleasure to hear French spoken again, and to watch the > > > lips of the women speaking it. There is something about the French > > > language that makes me think it was invented by a God who -- unlike > > the > > > God of Shankara who saw women as corpses or bags of feces -- LOVED > > women > > > and wanted to see them at their best. Speaking French causes one's > > mouth > > > to move in ways that no other language I am familiar with does, ways > > > that are tremendously flattering to women. Add to that the fact that > > the > > > women were on the whole dressed more in the French style > > (uh...stylish) > > > than the Dutch style (uh...not so much), and I had a wonderful time. > > > > > > It was just a short business trip, but the business part was over by > > > midday yesterday, so I've gotten to spend the rest of the time as a > > guy > > > on vacation, doing what a guy like me does while on vacation. That is, > > > walking around taking in the sights, visiting a couple of Brussels' > > > treasure trove of Art Nouveau museums, and sitting in cafes writing. > > Not > > > everybody's idea of a holiday, but it is for me. > > > > > > One of the high points of the journey was sitting on the Grand Place > > and > > > connecting real-time over the Internet with a friend who was sitting > > on > > > the front porch of his new house in Arunachala, India, former home of > > > Ramana Maharshi. He described the view of his street, filled with > > > beggars and saddhus and (according to him) siddhas, and I described > > the > > > view of my street, filled with tourists and women on their way to work > > > or (judging from the looks on their faces and the lilt in their walk) > > to > > > an assignation with their lovers. Different strokes for different > > folks, > > > different spiritual paths. :-) > > > > > > I miss Joe here on FFL because he, more than anyone else I can think > > of, > > > would enjoy hearing about the beers I got to taste while there. To my > > > sorrow, should he appear and be curious, the piece of paper on which I > > > carefully wrote down their names has now disappeared. The only one I > > can > > > remember offhand was something like Westmalle, a Trappist Tripel beer > > > that was both wonderful and powerful (9.5% alcohol). While I may not > > be > > > much of a monastery kinda guy, my hat is off to the monks who came up > > > with this one. If their inner life is a tenth as cool as their beer, > > > they are happy froods indeed. > > > > > > Can you imagine the beer that Purusha guys would brew, were they into > > > that sorta thing? Like yak piss, and drinking a few of them gives you > > a > > > nasty hangover, but no buzz. Beer as tapas. :-) > > > > > > The other Belgian things I had to try while there were chocolate, of > > > course, and moules (mussels). There is really very little as > > satisfying > > > in life as a big bowl of moules with frites and a cold beer. Then > > again, > > > some wouldn't consider that satisfying at all, and would say that the > > > only thing that is satisfying in life is enlightenment. Their loss. > > And > > > my satisfaction only cost me ten Euros. What has their pursuit of > > > enlightenment cost? > > > > > >
