Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Monday, November 10, 2008

Lost Cap



I lost my cap last week.
It was black with an or-
ange "x." It me made
think of the X the
Texas prison gangs
wore on their shirts indic-
ating where they were 2
B shot if they run off. S-
ince I work with
my brain I thought I
should be shot in the
head [if I run off]. I'm not sure if
losing the hat is a less-
on 2 teach me to detach
or if the hat is pursuing
its buddha nature.

Oh where oh where did my hat go?

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Help!



Help!

In Buddhism we help people by being compassionate and giving them strength to help themselves.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

. . . the rope!



Now don't forget the rope!

Hemlock Society Manual

At the doctor's office today I overheard one elderly woman say to another, "Now don't forget the rope." I imagined the last "nag" a wife might give a husband as he announced his intention to go to another world (suicide is on my mind since I have just been given some warm clothes from a couple who shared a house with someone who decided to leave planet Earth).

And then there is the tragedy of any election—that almost half the country doesn't get what it wanted.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Nandina Invasion



The plant was so in-
vasive
it grew ever-
ywhere.

(We have been digging out nandina plants from our new garden. Actually burned out my Sawzall cutting roots and dirt.)

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Free Stones



Someone announced on our neighborhood listserv that they had free building materials to give away.

We filled the car with
free stones, but couldn't
move the car.

Free stones.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Friday, October 31, 2008

Real Halloween



I brought $42 of nuts and
my wife bought $2 of pea-
nut butter cups. Guess
what the kids chose.



Thursday, October 30, 2008

Yoga



Went to a difficult yoga class today.

Difficult, that is, for me,
not for the rest of the class.

I asked the teacher how often
I should be coming.
"Twice a week," she said.

My daughter said, "everyday, Dad."

Go figure!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Pregnant Couple at Doctor's Office



Newsw
k

They (mother and child) held a magazine in front of
her face as they waited for
his (the child's) coming out party.

Have you noticed how everyone
(other women)
asks a pregnant
woman "how r u doing?" in a very
compassionate tone?

What about the kid? How's he
doing, wading in darkness
like there was no tomorrow?

Friday, October 24, 2008

News in Heaven



What would
the News
be in Heaven?

After learning about the seniority system used in Buddhist monasteries, I started to wonder about the politics in Heaven. Is there "news," and what is its nature (only good?).

Astronaut



Fashioned after a Sarah Palin alteration.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Shot in the Arm



The nurses who give allergy shots all day long don't change gloves for each patient. The gloves are just to protect the nurses, not the patients, they say.

Outrageous? Let me know...

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Danjer



The Zen master told me tonight that I was trying too hard (related to my "sitting," not my art). I thought I'd try a little less hard. I never thought that one is different in the different modes of their life.

This was made in the doctor's office. A dad brought his kid in a few minutes late, but they still took him. The dad said something about sneakin' under the wire just as I put the stylus to my Palm.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

. . . cutting into my profit.



Today I played Joe
the plumber, failing to
fix a leaking pipe. 2
morrow I try again,
cutting into my profit.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Not a Normal Day



What a day! Drivin' a
truck down narrow
streets. Being blamed for
breaking a pot, and get-
ting a flu show with
a $40 needle.

Not a normal day.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Dog w/Wheelchair



Two older women were walking
their dogs by our house.

One of the dogs was attached
around the waist with a
small cart.

The dog struggled, inch by inch,
to keep up with the older women.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

2 hell in a hand-basket








I did the drawing for this piece riding in a bumpy U-Haul truck. It was tweaked early the next am. I'm also sharing the photoshop layers for the tweaked piece and a drawing by Simon Deschamps from a few weeks ago.

My wife didn't believe me that
I played the slots. I lost $2.00 &
my jacket stunk of smoke.

My mom
said I was
going 2
hell in
a hand-basket.

1 arm bandet (sic)

truck stop

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Reflections on Talks on Buddha's Lists

During a recent Appamada Intensive our students gave talks on Buddha's lists. Here are my reflections on their talks.