Within the third noble truth of buddhism lies the the teaching that the end of suffering is non-attachment, or letting go of desire or craving. In reaching this state, you will have reached nirvana having extinguished passion, lust, hatred, and delusion from your being.

The question then is how nirvana can be the highest state of transcendental happiness without attachment, desire, passion, lust, and the other aggregates that seem to be at the root of suffering? Are all these sources of suffering not also the source of pleasure.

It seems I should have a chat with richard gere. At least before tom cruise offers me a personality test.

I was asked at work along with many others to share my earliest experience with videogaming.

Remembering a true story about sharing the controls of a spaceinvaders knockoff with my brother at a chinese restaurant and deciding that that particular story was boring, I decided to tell this fabricated tale instead.
My earliest video game memory? A colecovision at my female babysitter's home. She was 13 and taught me things I'll never forget; it was the way she gently held the stick and how gracefully her slender fingers danced across the numberpad. Sometimes the game wouldn't work and she'd blow across the head of the cartridge and then push it firmly into the console. It was a snug fit sometimes, but so satisfying when the screen finally came to life and she started slamming that bird down and making those dudes lose their eggs in Joust. That was a magical summer.

Over 20 minutes into that 1200ft elevation climb up burnaby mountain, as my legs and lungs burned and my shoulders ached I asked for a short stop as we approached the only intersection on the route up. Ted, my best friend of 16 years looked at me and said "sure, but I think you can make it all the way to the top".

My feet didn't touch the ground until we hit the top and I was reminded that belief in yourself can be borrowed sometimes.

My ass is killing me, I'm walking funny, I have bite marks on my back and it's not even Fem Dom night.

Amazing what a nighttime bike ride up burnaby mountain will do for you. Riding 4km downhill in the darkness at up to 60km/h is pretty exhilirating knowing that if you lose control at that speed, you're going to be very late for work the next day.

Elton John's Tiny Dancer is much more entertaining if you think he's actually singing "Hold me closer Tony Danza".

My first real workout with the excercise ball and I've already learnt the important lesson that power is nothing without control. While I had finally gotten myself back up to 30lb dumbells recently, my first attempt at bringing two of these over my head while sitting on a 55cm bouncy inflatable ball brought me rolling off of it quite rapidly, just narrowly avoiding caving the right side of my face in with a fist full of iron.

I might want to consider trying to give my cat a bath as an safer workout routine in the future.

I bought an excercise ball yesterday and sat on it as it's supposed to help improve my posture and core strength but I've already managed to find a way to balance on it while sitting cross legged and slouching.

B: We're going to change the world. What can you offer us?

Me: I can take your grandiose vision and tell what you what's actually realistic and possible.

B: We don't need people like you.

And this folks is why I'm going nowhere fast.

Monday morning I threw a half bag of my favourite chips (lay's spicy curry if you must know) in the trash, signifying to myself that it was indeed time for a comeback. I haven't actually put on any weight according to the scale, but I can tell from the softness newly reformed in my midsection that the scale was only kind because my muscles had given up what weight my fat had gained.

I've had the great luck of being able to turn to physical renovation when life has disagreed with me the past few years. Unlike those who turn to food to find comfort, I try to regain a sense of control by not letting myself have the things I want and by forcing my body to work when all it wants is to sleep.

It's in those moments walking past a mcdonalds or sitting on the couch looking outside that you are fully in control of your life; there's no one else to blame for your lack of resolve or will and you have the ability to find out how strong you really are.

By the end of summer, I'll either have a deliciously shirtless body back or life will have decided to agree with me to the point that I could be lying happily on the couch with somebody eating cake. I do suppose I could aim to have both though.


This isn't new, but it's still my favourite video to watch this week.

Finally, plush meat.

And now my heart is full.

Seeing how fast one can drink short double vodka & sodas is a bad idea.


For all you people that have been complaining that killing people is too hard and that modern shotguns are just too difficult for your kids to use, barretta finally saves the day.

It's a good thing that science is always overcoming stupid things like physics and good sense.

Breaking News! Being an object of ridicule and sufferer of health problems does not lead to a higher level of happiness

Elsewhere in the news, researchers find scientific grants way too easy to get.

When asked who the most famous asian man in hollywood was, the best answer I could come up with was David Carradine.

Even better was when I asked google "what race is David Carradine?".

The answer? Death Race 2000.

Happy Birthday Canada.

You should all endevour to eat a beaver today.


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