A vow of silence: … A woman who lives on the same floor in our building has taken one. She’s a Buddhist, so maybe it’s Vipassana-related. According to a sign she’s posted on her door, she’ll end it June 21, the first day of summer in the Northern Hemisphere (as well as an eclipse — I’m feeling Ankita’s desire to stay home rightaboutthen). I’m reminded of occasions in my life when people were unable to express what was being felt through mere words, as well as the disturbances in the Force that have led to recent pauses and rests in the blogging community. (via A.D.) elly’s entry offers a nice snapshot of her motivation to take a two-day speech fast.
A Spanish proverb: … “I don’t want the cheese, I just want to get out of the trap.” (found in “Working Less, Just for the Health of It,” a chapter in Ernie J. Zelinski’s “The Joy of Not Working” — among other books browsed like “Simple Loving,” by Janet Luhrs and “Diet for a New America” by John Robbins)
Three from Follow Me Here: … or the trio of links I’d highlight from Eliot Gelwan’s productive day of weblogging.
Further discussion about aliteracy (also kindly recounted by Imelge in her May 22 blog entry) Miles Davis’ 75th birthday President B—‘s attack on environmental regulations (’cause I’m loving how he hips readers to Red Rock Eater’s curse-word reference to our 43rd “president.”)
Nude Canucks — no clothes? Aw shucks!: … “Once everyone was naked, it didn’t really matter that everyone was naked, because everyone was naked.”
Photographer Spencer Tunick: “I use the body as a shape … It’s very hard to look at a mass of bodies, at least in my work, and get aroused. It’s using the body as an art object, not a sex object.
“The shape is the message … It’s an abstraction that seeps into and onto the pavement, that creates a sense of vulnerability for the body juxtaposed (against) a harsh outside world with many things coming against you… This is where the body tries to overpower the street.
“People just listened, they cared about my work and wanted to be a part of something original.
“I’m just so appreciative for Canada being above us and not Iran or Singapore.”
San Jose mayor’s new toy: … Ex-co-worker Christine Lias (whose virtue on the subject is unimpeachable) thinks Ron Gonzales’s personal choice to drive an SUV speaks for itself.
Fremont, California: … After Ankita and I got married at the Alameda County courthouse in September of 1999, John and Kate took us out to eat at the Oakland Grill. Then my blushing bride and I got in our car, drove down 880 to this town (leaving the highway and getting pretty lost — resorting to our Thomas Brothers mapbook to set us straight) and watched “Hello Brother” (reviews: Planet Bollywood, Rediff, Bollywood Premiere and TeenStation) at the Naz 8.
“At a public meeting, someone got up and said, ‘I can’t pronounce Gurdwara.’ Then a Sikh stands up and says, ‘I can’t pronounce Paseo Padre.’ “
I want to defy the logic of all sex laws: … because according to Emode.com’s inner rock star quiz, I’m a full-grown man, but I’m not afraid to cry.
But what about my inner Randy Travis, Sting, Chris Isaac (sic), Lenny Kravitz, Tommy Lee, Ricky Martin or Eminem? (To say nothing of my inner Sade, Britney Spears, Madonna, Macy Gray, Courtney Love, Bjork, Faith Hill or Celine Dion …)
Yeah baby, the rock star part of you is all Beck. Women are enthralled by your seductive energy, a perfect mix of intrigue and poetry. You and Beck have got it all together because you’re unafraid to say exactly what’s on your mind, and let everyone in on your quirky point of view. Intellectual and sexy, you continually dodge conventional stereotypes with your eclectic personal style. But when you really break it down, it’s just your great sense of humor and easygoing talent that makes the crowds go wild. Throw a fiesta, and inspire your inner Beck.