From Bruce Lee's Tao of Jeet Kune Do


To see a thing uncolored by one's own personal preferences and desires is to see it in its own pristine simplicity.


Art reaches it greatest peak when devoid of self-consciousness. Freedom finds man the moment he loses concern over what impression he is making or about to make.


The perfect way is only difficult for those who pick and choose. Do not like, do not dislike; all will then be clear. Make a hairbreadth difference and heaven and earth are set apart; if you want the truth to stand clear before you, never be for or against. The struggle between "for" and "Against" is the mind's worst disease.


Wisdom does not consist of trying to wrest the good from the evil but in learning to "ride" them as a cork adapts itself to the crests and troughs of the waves.


Let yourself go with the disease, be with it, keep company with it - this is the way to be rid of it.


An assertion is Zen only when it is itself an act and does not refer to anything that is asserted in it.


In Buddhism, there is no place for usuing effort. Just be ordinary and nothing special. Eat your food, move your bowels, pass water and when you're tired go and lie down. The ignorant will laugh at me, but the wise will understand.


Do not run away; let go. Do not seek, for it will come find you when least expected.


The aim of art is to project an inner vision into the world, to state in aesthetic creations the deepest psychic and personal experiences of a human being. It is to enable those experiences to be intelligible and generally recognized within the total framework of an ideal world.


Art reveals itself in psychic understanding of the inner essence of things and gives form to the relation of man with nothing, with the nature of the absolute.


Art is an expression of life and transcends both time and space. We must employ our own souls through art to give a new form and a new meaning to nature or the world.


An artist's expression is his soul made apparent, his schooling, as well as his "cool" being exhibited. Behind every motion, the music of his soul is made visible. Otherwise, his motion is empty and empty motion is like an empty world - no meaning.


Art is never decoration, embellishment; instead, it is a work of enlightenment. Art, in other words, is a technique for acquiring liberty.


Art calls for complete mastery of techniques, developed by reflection within the soul.


All vague notions must fall before a pupil can call himself a master.


Art is the way to the absolute and to the essence of human life. The aim of art is not the onesided promotion of spirit, soul and sense, but the opnening of all human capacities - thought, feeling, will - to the life rhythm of the world of nature. So will the voiceless voice be heard and the self be brought into harmony with it.


Artistic skill, therefore, does not mean artistic perfection. It remains rather a continuing medium or reflection of some step in psychic development, the prefection of which is not to be found in shape and form, but must radiate from the human soul.


The artistic activity does not lie in art itself as such. It penetrates into a deeper wrld in which all art forms (of things inwardly experienced) flow together, and in which the harmony of soul and cosmos in the nothing has its outcome in reality.


It is the artistic process, therefore, that is reality and reality is truth.

Amusing...

Got a phone call. One pissed off individual I would say. Insisting to speak with *mumble* 
"Who?" I ask.
*mumble*
"What?"
*mumbles furiously*
I say, "Look man, I have no idea what you are saying, you've got the wrong number!"
"FUCK YOU! PUT HIM ON! I WANT TO TALK TO *mumbles*"
*click*
*ring*
"PUT HIM ON THE FUCKING PHONE! GODDAMN IT! I KNOW *mumbles* IS THERE!"
"Sir...You.."
*screaming and cursing*
"Sir..."
*screaming and cursing*
"HEY! BUD!"
*silenced*
"You. Have. The. Wrong. Number."
*screaming and cursing*
*click*
*ring*
"This is still the wrong number, man"
"Is this xxx-4701? *pause* Oh wait... 4707."
*silence*
"I'm sorry ma'am."
*click*

LMAO

Front page of the Washington Post had some very bad news today =( 
Hunter S. Thompson commited suicide yesterday... his wife was at the gym apparently... he was alone in the kitchen when he shot himself in the head with a handgun.

WHY WHY WHY!?!?!

Why couldn't it have been Rush Limbaugh on a pill popping bender or something? *sigh*

wooooo - my first badge!!! ^^

LMFAO
oh those wacky Chinese and their wonderful toys...
Front:


Back:


Package - high, tightness, excellent, or else inferior. LOL Who can argue with that?

2nd appointment made - I go back under the tattoo gun on March 1st...
I couldn't stay away for long.
=/

yay! Busting Dad outta the hospital today =)

So, went in for testing around 1pm on Wednesday - dropped my Dad off to wander around Georgetown while I was at hospital. I was done around 5pm and we went to dinner with my aunt and uncle (who I am donating the liver to) around 7pm. Shortly after we sat down, my Dad apparently had a very small stroke. So, I'll spare you the details but we were back at the hospital. People recognized me from earlier in the day, "Waht are youstill doing here??" *sigh* guess they better get used to me huh? So, my Dad is doing better - still in the hospital for a day or two longer for some tests. Man, Im fucking exhausted. Life - the hits just keep on coming dont they?

I hope everyone reads this and feels the overwhelming desire to tell the people they love just how much they care about them. Because one second you can be ordering wine at dinner and the next, you're on the way to the hospital.
Take care guys.

wow - so the surgeon heading the transplant team drew me a nice picture of what the scar would look like...
They call it the "Mercedes Benz" cut because of the shape of the emblem the cut resembles. 
I found a pic of it online:

Anyway, no bikinis for me thanks lol
not like I'd wear one anyway =P
*sigh*
=/
das bigger then I thought...but it is 60% of my liver.

Off to the hospital I go for the first barrage of tests for the liver donation...
The pamphlets they give out initially are very positive and fluffy literature - no no nothing happens, it's a simple procedure, piece of cake! Then when you get into the thick of testing,t hey give you a more detailed disclosure about risks and complications and so forth....
ok, yeah - lil more nervous now =S *gulp*

Having the flu is a great way to lose those holiday pounds.
=P

and to catch up on your sleep


*passes out*

April showers harken flowers
that might bloom in May

The down side of the upcoming liver donation test appointments - one of them falls on the same day as my 2nd sitting for my tattoo =P
Oh the things I sacrifice! lol but serously, there's work to be done on my basement, so I was gonna have to cancel anyway. Damned responsibilities of homeownership!

Welllll, finally the hospital gets their ass in gear! I got a call back regarding the MRI I had on Decemeber 27th, and despite my best efforts to binge drink, I have enough liver to be a donor for my Uncle! Yay! I have appointments on Feb 9th and 15th for more testing and meeting with various doctors including a shrink (lord knows what he'll find huh? muahahahhaha). All this before we even schedule the surgery - so it's looking like I may potentially get sliced open for my 31st birthday present this year lol whee - no heavy drinking this go round! Ah well, the reward will be extending and enhancing my Uncle's life ;)
I'm so happy to get this good news today!

I think I'm gonna try a yoga class next week. So if you don't hear from me past next Tuesday, I broke my neck.

I'm off to dig my car out of the snow, drive to DC, play D&D, and cook some bbq out on the grill. Yeah, my friends are nuts. *shiver*

Well, that whole Mary Kay thing wasn't bad - it was kinda hokey hehheh but hey, they gave me cookies and soda - yay! And my face feels all soft and I did buy this stuff called Satin Lips - it's like an exfoliator for your pucker and it makes your lips all soft and kissable. =}

There's this woman that works at the florist my B&B uses every week. Her name is Lisa. Lisa is from the UK and has bright red, short cropped, occaisionally spikey or sometimes smoothed down hair. Her husband is in a punk band and has lots of tattoos. The other day I heard 10 words I never thought I'd hear come from Lisa.... "Do you want to come to a Mary Kay party?" Isn't that for old ladies? I remember vaguely my Mom did that in the early 80s. Her bedroom closet stocked floor to ceiling with pink boxes. Would she win the coveted pink Cadillac? I could only wait in horror. Anyway, after a moments pause, I thought, "What the hell." I could get some stuff to wash my face or moisturize - I only wear makeup on the rare occaision. It'll be an excuse to get outta the house and maybe make some new friends. *shrug* Or maybe I am just turning into an old lady =P