Whoa. Am reading an article about a Buddhist partnership (man and woman) who have vowed not to be further than 15 feet apart. And yet they are celibate: [link]
If they cannot be seated near each other on a plane, they do not get on. When she uses an airport restroom, he stands outside the door. And when they are here at home in their yurt in the Arizona desert, which has neither running water nor electricity, and he is inspired by an idea in the middle of the night, she rises from their bed and follows him to their office 100 yards down the road, so he can work.
Their partnership, they say, is celibate. It is, as they describe it, a high level of Buddhist practice that involves confronting their own imperfections and thereby learning to better serve the world.
I cannot imagine that much togetherness!
Uma Thurman's dad, conincidentally, is quoted.
I just found the weirdest...well, probably not the *weirdest*...but a weird Internet game.
It's called Six Degress of Wiki Hitler.
Getting to Hitler and the Internet seems pretty easy, don't 75% of Internet arguments eventually bring up Nazis or Hitler. Now six degrees of Zachary Taylor would be a challenge.
I cannot imagine that much togetherness!
Somehow I don't think this Buddhist partnership involves repeatedly punching a monk in the face, and thus I don't think it would be a good fit for my personality. Oh, well!
This was later in the article.
But if they have renounced sex, they have replaced it with a level of communion that few other people could understand, much less tolerate.
They eat the same foods from the same plate and often read the same book, waiting until one or the other finishes the page before continuing. Both, they say, are practices of learning to submit one’s will to that of another.
Reading from the same book would be irritating!
Whoa, Kat. I admit when I am home I am usually within 15 feet of J plus two dogs and two cats, but I am away at work all day. Not to mention that in MY practice, a little sup'n-sump'n with the DH IS the path to serenity.
Reading from the same book would be irritating!
That whole thing sounds irritating!
The PB&J restaurant in NYC's "Elvis" is:
A grilled peanut Butter sandwich, stuffed with bananas and honey. Try it with bacon for that extra indulgence. Long live the King!
Wasn't Elvis into grilled PB and banana? ALSO delicious, btw.
Also Peanut butter and pork chop sandwich. A taste he shared with Woody Guthrie. And IMO delicious. Hey, pork and peanuts is not a combination exactly unknown in Thailand.
I am Jesse wrt crazy together people.
FBI looking for informants to infiltrate vegan potlucks: [link]
Then for twenty minutes they flatter me about how my personality and appearance are perfect matches for what is required in some espionage dealio. They wanted me to crash vegan potluck parties and get into the inner circle of terrorists because supposedly terrorists are trusting and I’m “trustable, easy going, funny,” and a bunch of other flattery.
Not exactly sure how reliable a witness the unnamed "activist" is, but interesting.
