Eightfold or otherwise.. From the butterfly house. Butterflies don't have a path.
Showing posts with label Eightfold Path. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eightfold Path. Show all posts
Friday, April 22, 2016
Sunday, February 1, 2009
CDPB Monthly Theme Day: Paths and Passages
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Geez. Another existential dilemma. Click here to view thumbnails for all participants following paths all around the world.
WHAT'S THE BIG EVENT TONIGHT: no, not the Stupid Bowl, uh, I mean Super Bowl. On a Sunday evening every winter, America stops in its tracks during the National Football League championship game. Many people go to parties with huge screen TVs to watch it. The nation is transfixed by the sport, the extravagant commercials and lavish half time shows, sometimes featuring Janet Jackson's nearly naked breast. Not us. My wife and I think football is horrifying, made up, as it is, of violence, sex, hype and glitz. For 25 years or more, we go have always gone out to dinner on this night. If the restaurant is open, you get the best table and finest service. It's our own private Stupid Bowl party.
TOMORROW: maybe something from the Stupid Bowl party, if there's anything to take a picture of (we're going for Indian). If not, a little more winter stuff. Oh, and a new Arch photo on Gateway.
Geez. Another existential dilemma. Click here to view thumbnails for all participants following paths all around the world.WHAT'S THE BIG EVENT TONIGHT: no, not the Stupid Bowl, uh, I mean Super Bowl. On a Sunday evening every winter, America stops in its tracks during the National Football League championship game. Many people go to parties with huge screen TVs to watch it. The nation is transfixed by the sport, the extravagant commercials and lavish half time shows, sometimes featuring Janet Jackson's nearly naked breast. Not us. My wife and I think football is horrifying, made up, as it is, of violence, sex, hype and glitz. For 25 years or more, we go have always gone out to dinner on this night. If the restaurant is open, you get the best table and finest service. It's our own private Stupid Bowl party.
TOMORROW: maybe something from the Stupid Bowl party, if there's anything to take a picture of (we're going for Indian). If not, a little more winter stuff. Oh, and a new Arch photo on Gateway.
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