[FairfieldLife] Re: I Rolled the Buddha in Sitges
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, new.morning [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Marek Reavis reavismarek@ wrote: Turq, thanks for the visit to your new pad. I'll definitely visit in real time, should that opportunity present. As re the Buddhas; one of my favorite images is the emaciated Buddha; do you have any of those in your collection? Nope. No cosmic reason or anything like that...I've just never run across one I felt strongly enough about to want to buy. Got a cool emaciated dragon, though. :-) Whats her name? And are you chasing her? Hard to tell whether it's a he or a she, and either way its chasing days are over. It looks sorta like this: http://www.daz3d.com/i.x/shop/itemdetails/-/?item=712
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Turq, Very enjoyable read. I was walking next to you, bub. Glad you came back after you hinted about leaving here. No matter how right or wrong you are judged to be on so many matters by so many here, the piece below sets you above most here in that you contribute of yourself these takes on life with quality writing, and . . . quality heart. I envy your setting. You're doing something very good for yourself it seems. Don't know if you follow the movement rules about having religious statues -- seems unlikely -- but I still try to honor any religious symbol by at least mood making a bit and trying to be my nice parts when I'm around them. I don't bow and pray to them, but I try not to -- psychically speaking -- purposefully turn my back on them. I respect them for the power they have to trigger my mind into wandering the purity aisles of my inner supermarket. One thing Maharishi said was that I still hold to be true is that even though religions everywhere have let their founding truths fade, still, their structures and symbols remind us all that at least at some point in time, someone got it so well that they put up a church/temple/mosque for all to see. Even if one finds nothing inside them, well, THAT'S POWERFUL to really experience nothing, right? Something like that -- makes me glad to see any symbol of divinity, purity, wholeness. And your Buddha will teach you the same thingy. You'll stare it and sometimes it will be a him, sometimes an it, sometimes me, sometimes self, and erp, maybe even you will see God there no and then. But the silence of objects in general will be the first thing about it, and no Lord of anything ever spoke more truthfully than the a mass production statue of local God on a shelve full of cheap tourist tchotchkes. Your garden sounds like silence central -- a brahmastan, eh? Edg --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: So. Moving to Spain. Where does one start? Probably back in August, juggling the preparation for the move with a month of 60-hour workweeks because my mathematical programming/optimization project started running on chaos theory math instead of MP and MIP and QP and CP and went seriously postal on us. Bugs out the wazoo, simultaneous with on-the-fly design changes. It has been said, and with some veracity, that writing software documentation is like changing a tire on a moving car. This one was an F1 car, with serious AI nerds as drivers, and we lowly tech writers were reduced to running alongside carrying the tire at 300 kph while the developers kept changing the GUI -- and thus the documentation -- over and over and over and over and over and over and over and...well you get the point. So it was potentially a trying period, full of many good reasons for stress. But funnily enough, I really didn't feel all that stressed out. The vision to move to Spain was just too strong and too omnipresent to feel much of anything but anticipation. And now I'm here, and all the anticipation barely scratched the surface. The call to move here was just so strong and so clear that I just couldn't work up a strong sense of worry about it, try as I might. And damned if Lady Luck or the gods or chaos theory math or whomever/whatever runs these things wasn't listening, because there really wasn't that much to worry about. Oh sure, the truck broke down a few times and the truck rental people were real shitheads, but friends helped with the box toting on both ends, and in the end many hands made for light work, and work full of light. And then afterwards we went out and had a wonderful dinner of tapas, after which Eduardo took us to a little chiringuito bar in a port village south of Sitges (a designer paradise about which you will undoubtedly hear more...much, much, much more), and we partied until 3:00 in the morning, surrounded by Buddhas and weird Brazilian drinks called caipiriñas and wonderful waitresses, all of whom seemed to be called Carmen. Welcome to Spain. And now here I sit in my garden at 1:00 in the morning, writing this, drinking a glass of -- I simply can't believe I'm saying this -- local wine that we got at LIDL for 49 centimes a bottle. And it's not only drinkable wine, it's not bad at all. I've tasted worse Napa Valley wines at 20 bucks a bottle. Go figure. At dinner the other night I tasted a *much* better local wine (way over the top, financially, a red from Ribera del Duero at 13.50 Euros a bottle) that put most of the wines I'd tasted in France over the last few years in the shade. Back to the garden. It's the real reason I moved here. I saw a photo of this garden in a real estate office and my first thought -- literally the first thing that popped into my mind -- was, Uh-oh. That's my garden. And, as it turned out, it was. Suffice it to say that this is not the first time this
[FairfieldLife] Re: I Rolled the Buddha in Sitges
Marek Reavis [EMAIL PROTECTED] here is an image of the Buddha of anorexics everywhere through time: http://tinyurl.com/3ano7b Man, that sure looks like Vaughn Abrams. Edg
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--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Turq, Very enjoyable read. I was walking next to you, bub. Glad you came back after you hinted about leaving here. For a long time there was really nothing I felt like replying to or contributing, that's all. Besides, I wanted Swami J to panic for a while and focus on some new victim, which she did -- Peter. :-) No matter how right or wrong you are judged to be on so many matters by so many here, the piece below sets you above most here in that you contribute of yourself these takes on life with quality writing, and . . . quality heart. I envy your setting. It's a neat place. You're doing something very good for yourself it seems. Don't know if you follow the movement rules about having religious statues -- seems unlikely -- but I still try to honor any religious symbol by at least mood making a bit and trying to be my nice parts when I'm around them. I don't bow and pray to them, but I try not to -- psychically speaking -- purposefully turn my back on them. I respect them for the power they have to trigger my mind into wandering the purity aisles of my inner supermarket. While I respect the inspirational purposes of such images, I *definitely* don't respect any rules about them. The new stone Buddha I bought last night is currently wearing a pair of my nose glasses, and looks to me as if he's really enjoying them. This is not sacrilege. On the contrary, it is my way of respecting what I think Buddha was all about. I suspect he laughed a lot and had FUN with life, and I'm not ever going to get down with any tradition or teacher who tells me to get all *serious* about a dude who probably had passed serious by long before they started making statues of him. So some days I might fill his lap with flowers, and the next, Tootsie Rolls, or like today, let him wear my nose glasses, or maybe a funny hat. I think enough of the historical Buddha to believe that whatever makes me smile would make him smile.
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Barry writes snipped: So some days I might fill his lap with flowers, and the next, Tootsie Rolls, or like today, let him wear my nose glasses, or maybe a funny hat. I think enough of the historical Buddha to believe that whatever makes me smile would make him smile. Tom T: Cindy and I used to go regularly to a small temple in Rochester NY which had a very nice 4 ft tall Saraswati Mukti. The priest would make sure that she had a Santa Claus hat on for the Christmas Holidays. Once in 1993 we went for the usual Friday night puja and she was dressed in the official T shirt of the summer of 93 course in Washington DC (courtesy of Bill Witherspoon). Very funny and he would sometimes put a Groucho Marx mustache,funky glasses and the big nose on for Halloween. Seemed to fit in perfectly. IF we can't laugh than we are taking ourselves way to seriously. Tom
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TurquoiseB wrote: So. Moving to Spain. So, you moved to Spain and went out to a little bar and then you sat in a garden at 1:00 AM.
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--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Richard J. Williams [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: TurquoiseB wrote: So. Moving to Spain. So, you moved to Spain and went out to a little bar and then you sat in a garden at 1:00 AM. And he played with his 'buddha', ahem, if you know what I mean! :-)
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Turq, thanks for the visit to your new pad. I'll definitely visit in real time, should that opportunity present. As re the Buddhas; one of my favorite images is the emaciated Buddha; do you have any of those in your collection? ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: So. Moving to Spain. Where does one start? Probably back in August, juggling the preparation for the move with a month of 60-hour workweeks because my mathematical programming/optimization project started running on chaos theory math instead of MP and MIP and QP and CP and went seriously postal on us. Bugs out the wazoo, simultaneous with on-the-fly design changes. It has been said, and with some veracity, that writing software documentation is like changing a tire on a moving car. This one was an F1 car, with serious AI nerds as drivers, and we lowly tech writers were reduced to running alongside carrying the tire at 300 kph while the developers kept changing the GUI -- and thus the documentation -- over and over and over and over and over and over and over and...well you get the point. So it was potentially a trying period, full of many good reasons for stress. But funnily enough, I really didn't feel all that stressed out. The vision to move to Spain was just too strong and too omnipresent to feel much of anything but anticipation. And now I'm here, and all the anticipation barely scratched the surface. The call to move here was just so strong and so clear that I just couldn't work up a strong sense of worry about it, try as I might. And damned if Lady Luck or the gods or chaos theory math or whomever/whatever runs these things wasn't listening, because there really wasn't that much to worry about. Oh sure, the truck broke down a few times and the truck rental people were real shitheads, but friends helped with the box toting on both ends, and in the end many hands made for light work, and work full of light. And then afterwards we went out and had a wonderful dinner of tapas, after which Eduardo took us to a little chiringuito bar in a port village south of Sitges (a designer paradise about which you will undoubtedly hear more...much, much, much more), and we partied until 3:00 in the morning, surrounded by Buddhas and weird Brazilian drinks called caipiriñas and wonderful waitresses, all of whom seemed to be called Carmen. Welcome to Spain. And now here I sit in my garden at 1:00 in the morning, writing this, drinking a glass of -- I simply can't believe I'm saying this -- local wine that we got at LIDL for 49 centimes a bottle. And it's not only drinkable wine, it's not bad at all. I've tasted worse Napa Valley wines at 20 bucks a bottle. Go figure. At dinner the other night I tasted a *much* better local wine (way over the top, financially, a red from Ribera del Duero at 13.50 Euros a bottle) that put most of the wines I'd tasted in France over the last few years in the shade. Back to the garden. It's the real reason I moved here. I saw a photo of this garden in a real estate office and my first thought -- literally the first thing that popped into my mind -- was, Uh-oh. That's my garden. And, as it turned out, it was. Suffice it to say that this is not the first time this has happened to me with regard to finding new places to live. Once, at a meeting with Rama in Chicago, he got a wild hair up his ass and announced that he was moving back to the Boston area, and that anyone who wanted to come was welcome to do so. Those words were no sooner out of his mouth but I had this Class A vision of standing and looking out of a plate-glass window at a U-shaped rocky beach, and the ocean. It only lasted a second, but it was so *real* for that second. I mainly forgot about it, but I kinda liked the idea of moving away from Chicago anyway with Winter approaching, so when business drew me to Boston a few weeks later, I booked an extra day in the area and spent it driving around to see what it would be like to live in 'hoods other than Back Bay or the boring-assed Boston Burbs, both of which I had Been There Done That with. And so I found myself driving on a whim to Marblehead and parking my car and, as I got out of it, noticing that I'd parked next to a real estate office. Still feeling that wild-hair-up-your-assness thang, I walked in and asked whether they ever had rental properties right on the ocean. They laughed at me. Four of them -- seasoned Marblehead real estate professionals all. And then this voice emerged from a back office saying, I just got one. This lady just phoned and has an apartment on the water on Marblehead Island. The laughing dropped in its tracks, like a poleaxed steer. The mysterious-voiced lady (on her first day with the agency) and I drove there. I walked in the door, turned to my left, and
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--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: So. Moving to Spain. Where does one start? Probably back in August, juggling the preparation for the move with a month of 60-hour workweeks because my mathematical programming/optimization project started running on chaos theory math instead of MP and MIP and QP and CP and went seriously postal on us. Bugs out the wazoo, simultaneous with on-the-fly design changes. It has been said, and with some veracity, that writing software documentation is like changing a tire on a moving car. This one was an F1 car, with serious AI nerds as drivers, and we lowly tech writers were reduced to running alongside carrying the tire at 300 kph while the developers kept changing the GUI -- and thus the documentation -- over and over and over and over and over and over and over and...well you get the point. So it was potentially a trying period, full of many good reasons for stress. But funnily enough, I really didn't feel all that stressed out. The vision to move to Spain was just too strong and too omnipresent to feel much of anything but anticipation. And now I'm here, and all the anticipation barely scratched the surface. The call to move here was just so strong and so clear that I just couldn't work up a strong sense of worry about it, try as I might. And damned if Lady Luck or the gods or chaos theory math or whomever/whatever runs these things wasn't listening, because there really wasn't that much to worry about. Oh sure, the truck broke down a few times and the truck rental people were real shitheads, but friends helped with the box toting on both ends, and in the end many hands made for light work, and work full of light. And then afterwards we went out and had a wonderful dinner of tapas, after which Eduardo took us to a little chiringuito bar in a port village south of Sitges (a designer paradise about which you will undoubtedly hear more...much, much, much more), and we partied until 3:00 in the morning, surrounded by Buddhas and weird Brazilian drinks called caipiriñas and wonderful waitresses, all of whom seemed to be called Carmen. Welcome to Spain. And now here I sit in my garden at 1:00 in the morning, writing this, drinking a glass of -- I simply can't believe I'm saying this -- local wine that we got at LIDL for 49 centimes a bottle. And it's not only drinkable wine, it's not bad at all. I've tasted worse Napa Valley wines at 20 bucks a bottle. Go figure. At dinner the other night I tasted a *much* better local wine (way over the top, financially, a red from Ribera del Duero at 13.50 Euros a bottle) that put most of the wines I'd tasted in France over the last few years in the shade. Back to the garden. It's the real reason I moved here. I saw a photo of this garden in a real estate office and my first thought -- literally the first thing that popped into my mind -- was, Uh-oh. That's my garden. And, as it turned out, it was. Suffice it to say that this is not the first time this has happened to me with regard to finding new places to live. Once, at a meeting with Rama in Chicago, he got a wild hair up his ass and announced that he was moving back to the Boston area, and that anyone who wanted to come was welcome to do so. Those words were no sooner out of his mouth but I had this Class A vision of standing and looking out of a plate-glass window at a U-shaped rocky beach, and the ocean. It only lasted a second, but it was so *real* for that second. I mainly forgot about it, but I kinda liked the idea of moving away from Chicago anyway with Winter approaching, so when business drew me to Boston a few weeks later, I booked an extra day in the area and spent it driving around to see what it would be like to live in 'hoods other than Back Bay or the boring-assed Boston Burbs, both of which I had Been There Done That with. And so I found myself driving on a whim to Marblehead and parking my car and, as I got out of it, noticing that I'd parked next to a real estate office. Still feeling that wild-hair-up-your-assness thang, I walked in and asked whether they ever had rental properties right on the ocean. They laughed at me. Four of them -- seasoned Marblehead real estate professionals all. And then this voice emerged from a back office saying, I just got one. This lady just phoned and has an apartment on the water on Marblehead Island. The laughing dropped in its tracks, like a poleaxed steer. The mysterious-voiced lady (on her first day with the agency) and I drove there. I walked in the door, turned to my left, and found myself looking out of the same plate-glass window at the same beach I had seen in my brief vision. Suffice it to say I rented the place. It wasn't quite that spectacular with Sitges, just a *feeling* that I was onto
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one of my favorite images is the emaciated Buddha; The Alley McBuddha? dated TV reference but worth a shot. I first tried the more contemporary Nicole Richie - Buddha contractions but gave up. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Marek Reavis [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Turq, thanks for the visit to your new pad. I'll definitely visit in real time, should that opportunity present. As re the Buddhas; one of my favorite images is the emaciated Buddha; do you have any of those in your collection? ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB no_reply@ wrote: So. Moving to Spain. Where does one start? Probably back in August, juggling the preparation for the move with a month of 60-hour workweeks because my mathematical programming/optimization project started running on chaos theory math instead of MP and MIP and QP and CP and went seriously postal on us. Bugs out the wazoo, simultaneous with on-the-fly design changes. It has been said, and with some veracity, that writing software documentation is like changing a tire on a moving car. This one was an F1 car, with serious AI nerds as drivers, and we lowly tech writers were reduced to running alongside carrying the tire at 300 kph while the developers kept changing the GUI -- and thus the documentation -- over and over and over and over and over and over and over and...well you get the point. So it was potentially a trying period, full of many good reasons for stress. But funnily enough, I really didn't feel all that stressed out. The vision to move to Spain was just too strong and too omnipresent to feel much of anything but anticipation. And now I'm here, and all the anticipation barely scratched the surface. The call to move here was just so strong and so clear that I just couldn't work up a strong sense of worry about it, try as I might. And damned if Lady Luck or the gods or chaos theory math or whomever/whatever runs these things wasn't listening, because there really wasn't that much to worry about. Oh sure, the truck broke down a few times and the truck rental people were real shitheads, but friends helped with the box toting on both ends, and in the end many hands made for light work, and work full of light. And then afterwards we went out and had a wonderful dinner of tapas, after which Eduardo took us to a little chiringuito bar in a port village south of Sitges (a designer paradise about which you will undoubtedly hear more...much, much, much more), and we partied until 3:00 in the morning, surrounded by Buddhas and weird Brazilian drinks called caipiriñas and wonderful waitresses, all of whom seemed to be called Carmen. Welcome to Spain. And now here I sit in my garden at 1:00 in the morning, writing this, drinking a glass of -- I simply can't believe I'm saying this -- local wine that we got at LIDL for 49 centimes a bottle. And it's not only drinkable wine, it's not bad at all. I've tasted worse Napa Valley wines at 20 bucks a bottle. Go figure. At dinner the other night I tasted a *much* better local wine (way over the top, financially, a red from Ribera del Duero at 13.50 Euros a bottle) that put most of the wines I'd tasted in France over the last few years in the shade. Back to the garden. It's the real reason I moved here. I saw a photo of this garden in a real estate office and my first thought -- literally the first thing that popped into my mind -- was, Uh-oh. That's my garden. And, as it turned out, it was. Suffice it to say that this is not the first time this has happened to me with regard to finding new places to live. Once, at a meeting with Rama in Chicago, he got a wild hair up his ass and announced that he was moving back to the Boston area, and that anyone who wanted to come was welcome to do so. Those words were no sooner out of his mouth but I had this Class A vision of standing and looking out of a plate-glass window at a U-shaped rocky beach, and the ocean. It only lasted a second, but it was so *real* for that second. I mainly forgot about it, but I kinda liked the idea of moving away from Chicago anyway with Winter approaching, so when business drew me to Boston a few weeks later, I booked an extra day in the area and spent it driving around to see what it would be like to live in 'hoods other than Back Bay or the boring-assed Boston Burbs, both of which I had Been There Done That with. And so I found myself driving on a whim to Marblehead and parking my car and, as I got out of it, noticing that I'd parked next to a real estate office. Still feeling that wild-hair-up-your-assness thang, I walked in and asked whether they ever had rental properties right on the ocean. They laughed at me. Four of them -- seasoned Marblehead real
[FairfieldLife] Re: I Rolled the Buddha in Sitges
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, BillyG. [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB no_reply@ wrote: So. Moving to Spain. Where does one start? Well let's start with a bigsnip. bigsnip If you ever find yourself in my 'hood, do drop by. I'll splurge and serve you the good wine and we'll sit in the garden and talk until 1:00 in the morning or so and have a good old time. And *then* we'll go out on the town, and walk along the beach to the chiringuito bar in Aiguadolç and we'll order caipiriñas and the conversation will really start taking off. Bring your own Buddha. So now you're a wineo? Now? He's been a wino for a long time. He is just too afraid to admit it to himself. OffWorld
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--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: one of my favorite images is the emaciated Buddha; The Alley McBuddha? One of my favorite images is Christine Ricci on 4-5 episodes of last days of Alley McBuddha.
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Curtis, I hadn't made the connections before but, hmmm, now that you mention it . . . Anyway, here is an image of the Buddha of anorexics everywhere through time: http://tinyurl.com/3ano7b ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: one of my favorite images is the emaciated Buddha; The Alley McBuddha? dated TV reference but worth a shot. I first tried the more contemporary Nicole Richie - Buddha contractions but gave up. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Marek Reavis reavismarek@ wrote: Turq, thanks for the visit to your new pad. I'll definitely visit in real time, should that opportunity present. As re the Buddhas; one of my favorite images is the emaciated Buddha; do you have any of those in your collection? ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB no_reply@ wrote: So. Moving to Spain. Where does one start? Probably back in August, juggling the preparation for the move with a month of 60-hour workweeks because my mathematical programming/optimization project started running on chaos theory math instead of MP and MIP and QP and CP and went seriously postal on us. Bugs out the wazoo, simultaneous with on-the-fly design changes. It has been said, and with some veracity, that writing software documentation is like changing a tire on a moving car. This one was an F1 car, with serious AI nerds as drivers, and we lowly tech writers were reduced to running alongside carrying the tire at 300 kph while the developers kept changing the GUI -- and thus the documentation -- over and over and over and over and over and over and over and...well you get the point. So it was potentially a trying period, full of many good reasons for stress. But funnily enough, I really didn't feel all that stressed out. The vision to move to Spain was just too strong and too omnipresent to feel much of anything but anticipation. And now I'm here, and all the anticipation barely scratched the surface. The call to move here was just so strong and so clear that I just couldn't work up a strong sense of worry about it, try as I might. And damned if Lady Luck or the gods or chaos theory math or whomever/whatever runs these things wasn't listening, because there really wasn't that much to worry about. Oh sure, the truck broke down a few times and the truck rental people were real shitheads, but friends helped with the box toting on both ends, and in the end many hands made for light work, and work full of light. And then afterwards we went out and had a wonderful dinner of tapas, after which Eduardo took us to a little chiringuito bar in a port village south of Sitges (a designer paradise about which you will undoubtedly hear more...much, much, much more), and we partied until 3:00 in the morning, surrounded by Buddhas and weird Brazilian drinks called caipiriñas and wonderful waitresses, all of whom seemed to be called Carmen. Welcome to Spain. And now here I sit in my garden at 1:00 in the morning, writing this, drinking a glass of -- I simply can't believe I'm saying this -- local wine that we got at LIDL for 49 centimes a bottle. And it's not only drinkable wine, it's not bad at all. I've tasted worse Napa Valley wines at 20 bucks a bottle. Go figure. At dinner the other night I tasted a *much* better local wine (way over the top, financially, a red from Ribera del Duero at 13.50 Euros a bottle) that put most of the wines I'd tasted in France over the last few years in the shade. Back to the garden. It's the real reason I moved here. I saw a photo of this garden in a real estate office and my first thought -- literally the first thing that popped into my mind -- was, Uh-oh. That's my garden. And, as it turned out, it was. Suffice it to say that this is not the first time this has happened to me with regard to finding new places to live. Once, at a meeting with Rama in Chicago, he got a wild hair up his ass and announced that he was moving back to the Boston area, and that anyone who wanted to come was welcome to do so. Those words were no sooner out of his mouth but I had this Class A vision of standing and looking out of a plate-glass window at a U-shaped rocky beach, and the ocean. It only lasted a second, but it was so *real* for that second. I mainly forgot about it, but I kinda liked the idea of moving away from Chicago anyway with Winter approaching, so when business drew me to Boston a few weeks later, I booked an extra day in the area and spent it driving around to see what it would be like to live in 'hoods other than Back Bay or the boring-assed Boston Burbs, both of which I had Been There
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--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, new.morning [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: one of my favorite images is the emaciated Buddha; The Alley McBuddha? One of my favorite images is Christine Ricci on 4-5 episodes of last days of Alley McBuddha. Those were great. Have you seen Black Snake Moan?
[FairfieldLife] Re: I Rolled the Buddha in Sitges
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Marek Reavis [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Curtis, I hadn't made the connections before but, hmmm, now that you mention it . . . Anyway, here is an image of the Buddha of anorexics everywhere through time: http://tinyurl.com/3ano7b Dude has taken the whole Hollywood heroin chic look a bit far don't ya think? ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: one of my favorite images is the emaciated Buddha; The Alley McBuddha? dated TV reference but worth a shot. I first tried the more contemporary Nicole Richie - Buddha contractions but gave up. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Marek Reavis reavismarek@ wrote: Turq, thanks for the visit to your new pad. I'll definitely visit in real time, should that opportunity present. As re the Buddhas; one of my favorite images is the emaciated Buddha; do you have any of those in your collection? ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB no_reply@ wrote: So. Moving to Spain. Where does one start? Probably back in August, juggling the preparation for the move with a month of 60-hour workweeks because my mathematical programming/optimization project started running on chaos theory math instead of MP and MIP and QP and CP and went seriously postal on us. Bugs out the wazoo, simultaneous with on-the-fly design changes. It has been said, and with some veracity, that writing software documentation is like changing a tire on a moving car. This one was an F1 car, with serious AI nerds as drivers, and we lowly tech writers were reduced to running alongside carrying the tire at 300 kph while the developers kept changing the GUI -- and thus the documentation -- over and over and over and over and over and over and over and...well you get the point. So it was potentially a trying period, full of many good reasons for stress. But funnily enough, I really didn't feel all that stressed out. The vision to move to Spain was just too strong and too omnipresent to feel much of anything but anticipation. And now I'm here, and all the anticipation barely scratched the surface. The call to move here was just so strong and so clear that I just couldn't work up a strong sense of worry about it, try as I might. And damned if Lady Luck or the gods or chaos theory math or whomever/whatever runs these things wasn't listening, because there really wasn't that much to worry about. Oh sure, the truck broke down a few times and the truck rental people were real shitheads, but friends helped with the box toting on both ends, and in the end many hands made for light work, and work full of light. And then afterwards we went out and had a wonderful dinner of tapas, after which Eduardo took us to a little chiringuito bar in a port village south of Sitges (a designer paradise about which you will undoubtedly hear more...much, much, much more), and we partied until 3:00 in the morning, surrounded by Buddhas and weird Brazilian drinks called caipiriñas and wonderful waitresses, all of whom seemed to be called Carmen. Welcome to Spain. And now here I sit in my garden at 1:00 in the morning, writing this, drinking a glass of -- I simply can't believe I'm saying this -- local wine that we got at LIDL for 49 centimes a bottle. And it's not only drinkable wine, it's not bad at all. I've tasted worse Napa Valley wines at 20 bucks a bottle. Go figure. At dinner the other night I tasted a *much* better local wine (way over the top, financially, a red from Ribera del Duero at 13.50 Euros a bottle) that put most of the wines I'd tasted in France over the last few years in the shade. Back to the garden. It's the real reason I moved here. I saw a photo of this garden in a real estate office and my first thought -- literally the first thing that popped into my mind -- was, Uh-oh. That's my garden. And, as it turned out, it was. Suffice it to say that this is not the first time this has happened to me with regard to finding new places to live. Once, at a meeting with Rama in Chicago, he got a wild hair up his ass and announced that he was moving back to the Boston area, and that anyone who wanted to come was welcome to do so. Those words were no sooner out of his mouth but I had this Class A vision of standing and looking out of a plate-glass window at a U-shaped rocky beach, and the ocean. It only lasted a second, but it was so *real* for that second. I mainly forgot about it, but I kinda liked the idea of moving away from Chicago anyway with Winter
[FairfieldLife] Re: I Rolled the Buddha in Sitges
Going gaunt, but still gold. ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Marek Reavis reavismarek@ wrote: Curtis, I hadn't made the connections before but, hmmm, now that you mention it . . . Anyway, here is an image of the Buddha of anorexics everywhere through time: http://tinyurl.com/3ano7b Dude has taken the whole Hollywood heroin chic look a bit far don't ya think? ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: one of my favorite images is the emaciated Buddha; The Alley McBuddha? dated TV reference but worth a shot. I first tried the more contemporary Nicole Richie - Buddha contractions but gave up. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Marek Reavis reavismarek@ wrote: Turq, thanks for the visit to your new pad. I'll definitely visit in real time, should that opportunity present. As re the Buddhas; one of my favorite images is the emaciated Buddha; do you have any of those in your collection? ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB no_reply@ wrote: So. Moving to Spain. Where does one start? Probably back in August, juggling the preparation for the move with a month of 60-hour workweeks because my mathematical programming/optimization project started running on chaos theory math instead of MP and MIP and QP and CP and went seriously postal on us. Bugs out the wazoo, simultaneous with on-the-fly design changes. It has been said, and with some veracity, that writing software documentation is like changing a tire on a moving car. This one was an F1 car, with serious AI nerds as drivers, and we lowly tech writers were reduced to running alongside carrying the tire at 300 kph while the developers kept changing the GUI -- and thus the documentation -- over and over and over and over and over and over and over and...well you get the point. So it was potentially a trying period, full of many good reasons for stress. But funnily enough, I really didn't feel all that stressed out. The vision to move to Spain was just too strong and too omnipresent to feel much of anything but anticipation. And now I'm here, and all the anticipation barely scratched the surface. The call to move here was just so strong and so clear that I just couldn't work up a strong sense of worry about it, try as I might. And damned if Lady Luck or the gods or chaos theory math or whomever/whatever runs these things wasn't listening, because there really wasn't that much to worry about. Oh sure, the truck broke down a few times and the truck rental people were real shitheads, but friends helped with the box toting on both ends, and in the end many hands made for light work, and work full of light. And then afterwards we went out and had a wonderful dinner of tapas, after which Eduardo took us to a little chiringuito bar in a port village south of Sitges (a designer paradise about which you will undoubtedly hear more...much, much, much more), and we partied until 3:00 in the morning, surrounded by Buddhas and weird Brazilian drinks called caipiriñas and wonderful waitresses, all of whom seemed to be called Carmen. Welcome to Spain. And now here I sit in my garden at 1:00 in the morning, writing this, drinking a glass of -- I simply can't believe I'm saying this -- local wine that we got at LIDL for 49 centimes a bottle. And it's not only drinkable wine, it's not bad at all. I've tasted worse Napa Valley wines at 20 bucks a bottle. Go figure. At dinner the other night I tasted a *much* better local wine (way over the top, financially, a red from Ribera del Duero at 13.50 Euros a bottle) that put most of the wines I'd tasted in France over the last few years in the shade. Back to the garden. It's the real reason I moved here. I saw a photo of this garden in a real estate office and my first thought -- literally the first thing that popped into my mind -- was, Uh-oh. That's my garden. And, as it turned out, it was. Suffice it to say that this is not the first time this has happened to me with regard to finding new places to live. Once, at a meeting with Rama in Chicago, he got a wild hair up his ass and announced that he was moving back to the Boston area, and that anyone who wanted to come was welcome to do so. Those words were no sooner out of his mouth but I had this Class A vision of standing and looking out of a plate-glass window at
[FairfieldLife] Re: I Rolled the Buddha in Sitges
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, new.morning no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: one of my favorite images is the emaciated Buddha; The Alley McBuddha? One of my favorite images is Christine Ricci on 4-5 episodes of last days of Alley McBuddha. Those were great. Have you seen Black Snake Moan? No but it looks good. There is something very grounding in her. Either my soulmate, or Dr, House's. (Dare I mention the intern on House) Lets say you me, Maria and Christine double sometime.
[FairfieldLife] Re: I Rolled the Buddha in Sitges
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Marek Reavis [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Turq, thanks for the visit to your new pad. I'll definitely visit in real time, should that opportunity present. As re the Buddhas; one of my favorite images is the emaciated Buddha; do you have any of those in your collection? Nope. No cosmic reason or anything like that...I've just never run across one I felt strongly enough about to want to buy. Got a cool emaciated dragon, though. :-)
[FairfieldLife] Re: I Rolled the Buddha in Sitges
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Marek Reavis reavismarek@ wrote: Turq, thanks for the visit to your new pad. I'll definitely visit in real time, should that opportunity present. As re the Buddhas; one of my favorite images is the emaciated Buddha; do you have any of those in your collection? Nope. No cosmic reason or anything like that...I've just never run across one I felt strongly enough about to want to buy. Got a cool emaciated dragon, though. :-) Whats her name? And are you chasing her?
