This summer has been one of good byes.
From the folly of the Michael Jackson death and the media’s obsession with anything celebrity. Forget reporting real news (gosh, we love that President!); give the people what they want. We want our TMZ!
I swear people, I am getting world-weary. The only reason I decided to write my blog again was that I wanted to become “ok” with the sameness. Because, if you haven’t noticed, life repeats itself. Life repeats itself. Did I just say that? And wash, rinse and repeat.
I gave up watching TV news and reading any kind of periodical right around the Anna Nicole tragedy. Oh gosh, she was our Princess Diana and we were robbed of her good deeds. I am still shocked this many year’s afterwards. I shouldn’t make fun of Anna Nicole Double D Smith because she played her part wonderfully. But I was baffled by our obsession with her. I still don’t get it. Life repeats itself.
Well, here we are again. A few years later and everything is the same. Who is Anna Nicole Jackson’s baby daddy? I think the Howard Stern gave Michael an overdose. And then we televise his funeral on every fucking TV station! Like Gandhi just died! Come on people, wake up! I just don’t get this world anymore. I am more baffled that people actually care about this stuff. Life repeats itself.
So everything is different and everything is the same. One thread that has held my attention since I was 17 and my grandma died is death. Intellectually and Buddhaly, I understand it as a part of life but emotionally it is so cold and unfinished for me: it leaves a whole lot of shoulda, coulda and wouldas.
My friend’s suicide early this summer has still left me baffled. I ask why and wonder what he was thinking as he realized he was going somewhere where he couldn’t come back. Where is he now? All I hope is that it is happiness he found as that is what I wish for me. But the latent Catholic in me thinks he has not found peace but a sort of damnation. I hope that side of me is deluded as our media.
And I just said goodbye to my summer project. Tennis season is officially over and I am in no-man’s land right now. Have they remodeled since the last time I was here? I am waiting around in NYC for a month then I will do a meditation retreat at the end of August. I do much better when I have a goal and am occupied because idle hands and minds are the media’s workshop.
So good-bye Jeff. Good bye Michael Jackson and the rest of the celebrities that passed away. Good-bye tennis. Good-bye media credibility. Good-bye.
Hello, my name is Buddha! This is my blog. I write about my life. And wash, rinse and repeat. Everything is pretty darn good.
From the folly of the Michael Jackson death and the media’s obsession with anything celebrity. Forget reporting real news (gosh, we love that President!); give the people what they want. We want our TMZ!
I swear people, I am getting world-weary. The only reason I decided to write my blog again was that I wanted to become “ok” with the sameness. Because, if you haven’t noticed, life repeats itself. Life repeats itself. Did I just say that? And wash, rinse and repeat.
I gave up watching TV news and reading any kind of periodical right around the Anna Nicole tragedy. Oh gosh, she was our Princess Diana and we were robbed of her good deeds. I am still shocked this many year’s afterwards. I shouldn’t make fun of Anna Nicole Double D Smith because she played her part wonderfully. But I was baffled by our obsession with her. I still don’t get it. Life repeats itself.
Well, here we are again. A few years later and everything is the same. Who is Anna Nicole Jackson’s baby daddy? I think the Howard Stern gave Michael an overdose. And then we televise his funeral on every fucking TV station! Like Gandhi just died! Come on people, wake up! I just don’t get this world anymore. I am more baffled that people actually care about this stuff. Life repeats itself.
So everything is different and everything is the same. One thread that has held my attention since I was 17 and my grandma died is death. Intellectually and Buddhaly, I understand it as a part of life but emotionally it is so cold and unfinished for me: it leaves a whole lot of shoulda, coulda and wouldas.
My friend’s suicide early this summer has still left me baffled. I ask why and wonder what he was thinking as he realized he was going somewhere where he couldn’t come back. Where is he now? All I hope is that it is happiness he found as that is what I wish for me. But the latent Catholic in me thinks he has not found peace but a sort of damnation. I hope that side of me is deluded as our media.
And I just said goodbye to my summer project. Tennis season is officially over and I am in no-man’s land right now. Have they remodeled since the last time I was here? I am waiting around in NYC for a month then I will do a meditation retreat at the end of August. I do much better when I have a goal and am occupied because idle hands and minds are the media’s workshop.
So good-bye Jeff. Good bye Michael Jackson and the rest of the celebrities that passed away. Good-bye tennis. Good-bye media credibility. Good-bye.
Hello, my name is Buddha! This is my blog. I write about my life. And wash, rinse and repeat. Everything is pretty darn good.
