Category: journal

• 10 Sep 2008

  a modified self-description.

  I. I listen to my heart, and my heart tells me exactly what I need to do; it tells me what I need to think, say, vibrate, be, become. All of the energy centers of my body are flowing; they are open, they are surging, they are singing. II. I am a wave in the…
• 6 Sep 2008

  some older journal entries

  6/24/08 — Kathmandu, Nepal — I sit on the edge of a bardo, one of them uncountable bardos-within-bardos-within-bardos of this life-bardo, physically on a seat in Garden Kitchen restaurant, but not quite on the edge of it. Garden Kitchen is a pleasant eating establishment right across from the lavish, by Nepali standards, house where I…
• 6 Sep 2008

  September 3rd, 2008

  09.03.08 I lay in bed under my lone purple and white-spotted comfortor in my bachelor pad near the TV Tower in Darjeeling. I wrestle, or am being bombarded (to put it more in-line with its felt-sense) with bouts of moodiness, depression, vagrant thoughts, and a general psychological and physical feeling of unwellness. I once again…
• 26 Jun 2008

  6.26.08

  I’m currently in Kathmandu, Nepal, for an unknown amount of time. There is a huge strike in Darjeeling that has shut everything down, including my Tibetan language school. It is still being called indefinite, after two and a half weeks. I’ve been in Kathmandu for about a week and a half now. I love it.…
• 24 Mar 2008

  3.17.08

  Bir, Himachal Pradesh, India Sitting in the green grass and dead brown leaves behind the infamous Bir Snooker Hall, where most of the less than totally wholesome, though still generally kind-hearted, members of Bir’s Tibetan rogue’s gallery spend a large portion of their time. Despite its somewhat shady locale, this place is a wonderful one…
• 19 Mar 2008

  3.15.08

  The end of a most interesting day. The Tibetan shops in town were closed due to the protests in Tibet and the Chinese military crackdown. Xinhua, the official government-controlled media unit, reported 10 people dead, but the Tibetans around town rumor numbers between 100 and 300. A day of mourning. Sometimes it seemed like only…
• 19 Mar 2008

  3.11.08

  Bir, Himachal Pradesh My second day in Bir. I’m staying at Chokling Gonpa, currently in the guest house but soon the monastery, once they have my room painted. Today has been good. Last night I had a had a hard time sleeping due to what I thought was a lack of blankets — what do…
• 8 Mar 2008

  3.07.2008

  3.07.2008 Tashi Jong, Himachal Pradesh, India, SAMSARA The lights are currently out and a magnificent storm rages outside. Tashi Jong is a Drukpa Kagyu community, and the symbol of the Drukpa Kagyu sect is the dragon — the druk in Drukpa — and it sounds like there’s some drunken druks waging war in the lofty…
• 2 Mar 2008

  some thoughts on dakini day

  Familiarity scares me. I get anxious thinking about going to places where people know me. I thrive off unfamiliarity, off being a stranger; off not knowing anyone anyone or anything, and them not knowing me. I wonder why this is. I get easily bored and disappointed by people and places. I have inner ideals which…
• 2 Mar 2008

  3.02.2008

  3.02.2008 Paprola, Himachal Pradesh, The Noble Land of India (Tibetan: Gya-gar Phag-pa’i Yul)   Sitting here in Paprola again, at what I think is the only internet “café” in town, with two computers in its cyber-arsenal. Tashi Jong just got 1 computer, my friend Rana’s father’s international phone place. When I walked down from the…
• 1 Mar 2008

  writing as re-programming

  Writing is a most powerful form of programming, of spell casting. By giving inky flesh to ideas, those ideas become more real, more palpable. Their potential to manifest becomes stronger. Their potency is thickened. If one wants to re-program oneself; if one wants to express one’s innermost thoughts, feelings, and inspiration; if one wants to imprint…
• 1 Mar 2008

  3.01.2008

    3.01.2008 CEPaprola, Kangra District, Himachal Pradesh, The Noble Land of India Sitting in Paprola (not sure about the spelling), the closest town to Tashi Jong, the heavenly little Tibetan community I’ve been living in for the last few days. So much has happened. I just got a haircut and a shave for the whopping…