I Was Once Told I Don't Know My Own Strength...

...Which is funny, because once she told me to drop and give her 20 -- I was able to accomplish 3.  Anyway, I think I'm glad that we've found someone to wield it properly and appropriately when needed for the maximum benefit of all.  Meanwhile, people who cut their teeth on kerfuffles tangential to me seem to have dropped back by on occasion for some word of input on what they're currently facing and I find I'm disappointed in myself because all I can offer are well-wishes and the use of my Helen Kelleresque warm carcass should they find a use for it.  I know you still hate me, but you do so with a smile, and I wish you the best.

UPDATE: The Manzanita

Hey peeps.  Still riding this bitch all the way to hell.  Inshallah, the finished product, my first book of poetry, The Manzanita, should be completed no later than two weeks from now.  Yeah, I know everyone's been so patient...

Resident Evil Pipes Up

Granted, I'm lower than low.  And poor!  Don't even get me started on that...  Still, lately I've had a problem with being paraded about with multiple gunshot wounds and busted out entrails beyond my awareness.  I'm really quite shocked that onlookers continue to tolerate it.  I'm not in charge, but it seems no one wants to account for an ambulatory chitlins parade...

Thanks everyone for your forbearance and patience.  I'm glad when it usually works out in the end, but we'll see how it goes in my case...

Do I Stay Or Do I Go?

こえなし の こえ が ただしい です か? I am at a crossroads and unable to tell which way to go. Is loyalty best served by running away, or running towards? A thing might or might not happen today depending on whether I do or do not do something. Logic and dispassionate analysis of available data do not serve. I must follow a hunch. The choice boils down to cowardice versus stupid bravery...

The Manzanita -- Book.

Hi all,

Thanks for reading.  I'm currently taking a little hiatus as I compile a chapbook.  In the process of editing, and will have it out on Amazon through Lulu.com by as early as the 17th!

Again, thanks and glad to have your company at The Manzanita...

William Robert Way

His Holiness

Watch it, freaks:

There will be live webcasts of His Holiness the Dalai Lama's four day teaching on Shantideva's "A Guide to the Bodhisattva's Way of Life" to be given at the request of a group from India at the Main Tibetan Temple in Dharamsala, India on June 1-4, 2013. His Holiness will be speaking in Tibetan with English, Hindi, Chinese and Russian language translations available. The live webcasts can be viewed at http://dalailama.com/liveweb

All times Indian Standard Time (IST = GMT+5.30)

June 1: 9:30am - 11:30am & 1:00pm - 3:00pm IST
... June 2: 9:30am - 11:30am & 1:00pm - 3:00pm IST
June 3: 9:30am - 11:30am & 1:00pm - 3:00pm IST
June 4: 9:30am - 11:30am IST

For times in your region 9:30am IST on June 1st in Dharamsala, India, is the same as 5:00am BST on June 1st in London, England; and 9:00pm PDT on May 31st in Los Angles, California, USA.

Photo of members of the audience watching His Holiness the Dalai Lama during teachings in Sarnath, UP, India on January 8, 2013.

Follow Your Cravings

One of my many fortunate attributes is that my cravings seldom lead me wrong -- never, in fact.  When I crave dairy, particularly cheese, it's because that's just what my body needed, and I give it to my body.  I'll often crave seafood, or dark green leafy things like kale or spinach, or pine nuts or walnuts, depending.  I'm very aware of precisely what is perfect nutrition for my body at exactly the moment I need.  (It is always to be hoped that I half enough brass in pocket to pull it off.)  I can point to the fact that at 36, despite an aversion to skulking around gyms and -- my God! -- exerting myself, my cholesterol, blood pressure, blood sugar, heart and brain, etc., are all in far better shape than those of most of my peers.  I still look good enough to fuck with the lights on, and am more productive and disciplined and well-adjusted than I've ever been.

So when I say I need a chocolate, chocolate chip cookie from Hot Cookie, the most accurate diction is "need," not "want."  Don't fucking argue with me about carbs or sugar.  I fucking well know what I'm doing, and I don't need any backtalk about a body that isn't yours.

But thank you sweetly as ever for your most unselfish concern.  Much obliged.