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sheesh, you are a bitter one! i thought russkies were morose, but not aggressive?

we spend more capita on students with worse results compared to most of the industrialized nations of the world. there's something real to complain about here. and "most of the industrialized nations of the world" pay their teachers less, along with having a private school system? hey, it's another sunny day and the birds are singing!

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perhaps your interest in the current mortgage scenario is as "objective" as you seemingly make it out to be, but i must confess to detecting a touch of schadenfreude in the zeal with which you report on the latest events....? in other news, don't you find anything strange in the postulated scenario above? have you any ideas as to how this fetus ended up in a relationship with its host(!) that then required(?) such a symbiotic relationship with a retrovirus? in other words, it doesn't make sense to me that there would have initially been this evolutionary pressure towards intra-host fetal development that only became successful AFTER a retroviral infection?!? i suppose this "infection" occured way way way back in the evolutionary chain, before the appearance of the bilogical complexity we now see? is there a way to date the appearance of this virus? (i suppose others might have come and gone within the genome though?) hmmmmmmm....

Seems to be unearthing itself, one reset at a time. of course. so i'll call you The Announcer instead. i am curious as to why this has struck such a deep chord in you, instead of, let's say, asexual reproduction in primates?

you are on a one man crusade to unearth this debacle in the lending industry!

so if attention is directed towards the normal "normative" brain processees, and no longer the contents of brain processees are simply "obeyed", then this observational vantage point (which gives one awareness of the standard thought structures) leads to the "rabbit hole", and this is to be considered a "whoops"?

ken wilber is insane.

Who is himself? Himself is maya, everchanging. "All conditioned phenomena Are like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow Like the dew, or like lightning"--Diamond Sutra what happens if you step past "himself is maya, everchanging"? this is another story about "self", defining it (although in a more subtle, sophisticated way....)

i imagine that they would be good for aid climbing mainly? i wonder how well that material holds up under multiple load impacts. interesting material, if for real.

oh yes. now EVERYBODY will go out and redpoint cobra crack.

the observer has lost his way, attaching to fragments of a passing story. can he let the story go completely, losing himself so entirely as to....find himself?

let's repeat memes about memes, shall we?

it depends on what one means by "instinctual".

i believe every facet of human behaviour can be understood as expressions of a capacity that developed through evolutionary pressures, selections, etc., putting them squarely into the "instinct" camp (in my book!). it just takes stepping out a bit from one's subjective experience to see this....?

whoa whoa whoa here dogies, let's start with some sort of base-level understanding of what one might mean with "extra-instinctual behaviour" (vs. "instinctual"), in humans as in animals.

mobile high-speed internet might be an option to look at nowadays.... ~30 a month, and it's go-anywhere. but do i really wanna be surfing the internet at the beaches?

but, what about the dolly lama?

so how do you handle the logistics? if there's two of you and both want to ski, then only one gets to ski on every run...?

so how do you handle the logistics? if there's two of you and both want to ski, then only one gets to ski on every run...?

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if you see a black spot, it would stand to reason that it might be the head. it'll eventually pus out.

what's wrong? you seem a bit bitter today. check it out: it's sunny outside and the birds are chirping!

Eye to eye with the Dalai Lama By Ward Serrill Special to The Times PREV 1 of 2 NEXT MARY ALTAFFER / AP The Dalai Lama eyes an audience. Ward Serrill Information Follow the Dalai Lama's visit online: http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/dalailama/ "The eyes are the windows to the soul," says an old English proverb. I am about to look into a pair of eyes that will change my life. The 14th Dalai Lama walks into the room and sweeps his gaze across the dozen or so people standing around, bowing slightly to each of us, his hands pressed together in blessing. I smile at him, which he returns as he sits for the interview. I expected a larger man. One always does with someone bigger than life. But here sits this humble leader, short though amply fleshed with round features. He looks healthy like a 71-year-old baby. His head is shaved, his eyebrows dark. He listens with open eyes, a ready smile under the surface, taking in, quietly, all. We have created a small set to do an interview for a television special on Buddhism in America. I marvel at my luck. Here I am where hundreds of thousands of devotees would clamber to be, a few feet from his Holiness, with nothing to do but observe and listen as I hold the boom pole and microphone. For 24 minutes I observe, ignored by all, invisible as a bird in the shadows. I see this: He never anticipates an answer. He listens as if for the first time and his answers defy expectation. Attempts to get him to comment on the West's obsession with materiality and its conflict with Buddhist principles fail, though he does say that we in the West try on religions as we do hairdos. I watch his hands. They are small and slightly chubby, bright pink on the palm side. He gestures with them, often guiding his words to their destination. He pulls his feet up beneath himself and sits cross-legged as if he will stay all day, though we all know in minutes he will be swept away to see some world leader, speak to 15,000 people or go have lunch with Richard Gere. When asked what America can possible give to Buddhism, he exclaims, "Ah, new question!" And then answers that perhaps it is the influence of women on the religion — that traditional Buddhism is having to learn and adapt, recognizing it might need to change. When asked about his religion of kindness, he replies, "... all these things: compassion, charity, patience, forgiveness, joy; these do not belong to religion. One does not need religion to understand or practice them. They are simply the expressions of what it is to be human." The interview is over. I no longer wish to be invisible. I don't know what I want to say, but I want to connect with him. The three of us on the film crew are at the side ready to tear down equipment once the room clears out. As if he heard my wish, the Dalai Lama walks over to give each of us a personal greeting before leaving. Anxiety rips through me like a torn piece of paper. I struggle to figure out something to say. We don't speak a word. As he moves in front of me, my hands involuntarily reach out to grasp his. As our hands meet he looks up into my eyes and my world stops spinning. His eyes reveal a deep gravity. I see the serious work behind his childlike humor and spontaneity. The man has suffered much and discipline has made him into a spiritual warrior. This is serious work, these eyes tell me, this inner work to discover peace and being. His attention is riveted. In this moment he is not a busy spiritual leader but simply a human looking gravely into the eyes of another. In this moment I see his greatness. It is this: Humility is not a discipline; it is not a practice with him. Humility is simply what he is. I see in this moment of eyes meeting that he is incapable of placing himself above or below me. I am stunned by the reality of our equality. And then he is gone, swept out of the room by his handlers. For the next three hours I am nearly incapable of speaking, stunned as I was with the presence of this understanding. We are, he told me in his silence, his brown eyes gravely looking into mine, our hands clasped, in absolute attentiveness ... we are ... he said, in those eyes, looking into mine ... the very same soul. Ward Serrill is a Seattle-based filmmaker whose most recent work, "The Heart of the Game," on Roosevelt High School, was released to national acclaim by Miramax Films, www.heartofthegame.org

I erased the links but google and ye shall find. WRONG. nothing to do with parsley.