I put this in the category of: "so and so poster should post differently than they do because it is not my preference".
Rather than trying to change Barry, I suggest you post the kind of posts you prefer and let like minded posters riff off your creative stuff. No one is a victim of anyone's POV here. Express your own and show us why your POV should be considered. But the whole "you need to change whatever..." routine is not only lame, it is doomed from the start. --- In [email protected], "seventhray1" <steve.sundur@...> wrote: > > > 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? > > > > > > > > > >
