Saturday, May 4, 2013
We should not be upset that others hide the truth from us, when we hide it so often from ourselves. François de La Rochefoucauld
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
  • Kobun Chino, a Zen priest, asked: "When all the teachers are gone, who will be your teacher?"
  • A student replied: "Everything"
  • Kobun, paused, then said: "No, you..."
Saturday, March 23, 2013

mcchrisforeverrr:

i might just post far side cartoons online for the rest of my life. and nothing else.

Friday, March 22, 2013
Wanting to be alone is impossible. When you become really alone you notice you are not alone. You flip into the other side of nothing, where you discover everybody is waiting for you. Before that, you are living together like that — day, sun, moon, stars, and food — everything is helping you, but you are all blocked off, a closed system. It is very important to experience the complete negation of yourself, which brings you to the other side of nothing. People experience that in many ways. You go to the other side of nothing, and you are held by the hand of the absolute. Kobun Chino
Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Cake - Nugget

Monday, March 11, 2013
Sunday, March 10, 2013

Led Zeppelin vs. Marvin Gaye - Ain’t no stairway high enough to hip-hop heaven(Fissunix & Gramatik)

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Banks - Fall Over

Banks - Before I Ever Met You

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Rhye - Open

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Rodriguez - Sugar Man

Monday, March 4, 2013

Pink Floyd - Time

Ticking away, the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find, ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say