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.
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.
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?).
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.
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.
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.