Tuesday, December 22, 2020

The Precepts of Tilopa



Tilopa was a Buddhist meditation master living in the earliest 11th Century.

He left behind pointers:

No Thought
No Analysis
No Reflection
No Cultivation
No Intention
Let it Settle Itself

This may look like an excuse for inaction. Especially in times which appear to cry out for action. 

If you are inclined to act, by all means, do what you're going to do. 

Looking into those precepts over the years I am beginning to so how they in fact represent real action. Powerful and effective.

Just to give you a heads up that, at the end of all that doing and going and getting, Tilopa will be standing there with his Precepts for going on.

But, maybe not without some purifying time in Purgatory. That is, if all that doing and going and getting does get you a ticket straight to hell. 

[My translation is copied from a note tacked on the restroom wall at a store in Boulder, Colorado in my travels 1n 1994.]


Sunday, November 15, 2020

Benefits of Confession

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl."

The priest asks, "Is that you, little Joey Pagano?"

"Yes, Father, it is."

"And who was the girl you were with?"

"I can't tell you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation."

"Well, Joey, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?"

"I cannot say."

"Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?"

"I'll never tell."

"Was it Nina Capelli?"

"I'm sorry, but I cannot name her."

"Was it Cathy Piriano?"

"My lips are sealed."

"Was it Rosa DiAngelo, then?"

"Please, Father! I cannot tell you."

The priest sighs in frustration. "You're very tight lipped, and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself."

Joey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and whispers, "What'd you get?"

"Four months vacation and five good leads”





Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Wagon's West!

 Wagon's West!

In early fall 1994 Michele and I decided to move to a healthier, more neighborly place. We were open to possibilities. Somewhere out West seemed to be the direction for us. We bought a Volkswagen Bus and set out for greener pastures. Camping like a couple of gypsies. Here is an album of our adventure of exploration and discovery.





































Monday, November 02, 2020

Taxi Dave 2020

 



This year 2020 the annual Taxi Dave sojourning picked up a lot of politically related rides. This being a Presidential election time, you know. Just sayin'.



Not business as usual this year.


Why you always in such a hurry?


Stick to the movies, gurl!


"Wait here. I won't be long."


"I'll be making two stops."


Bachata!



Local Montclair glam.


2022 mid-terms. 2024. 2028 for sure.





I'm gonna scar the hell out of you!



Mums' the word.




Here's lookin' at you ... Pence!


Always rides with us in our heart.



Bikram in Taxi.


What's the matter Nietzsche? "Nothing!"


Her 15 minutes of fame.


Rudy!!!



You're gonna do ... WHAT?



You promised to take me to Florida!
No I did not! All's I said was I wanted to go tamper with you!


I like you better as a singer.


It has something to with a fly.


Second Debate


Second Debate


My first fare. It started it all ...

Nun In a Cab

Cab driver: “There’s something that I’ve been wanting to ask, but I don’t want to offend you.”

Nun: “I'm sure that there's nothing you could say, or ask, that I would find offensive."

"Well, I've always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me." 
Nun responds: "Well, let's see what we can do about that: #1, you have to be single and #2, you must be Catholic."

The cab driver is very excited and says, "Yes, I'm single. And, I’m Catholic!"

"OK," the nun says. "Pull into the next alley."

The nun fulfills his fantasy; with a kiss that would make a hooker blush.

But when they get back on the road, the cab driver starts crying.

"My dear child," says the nun, "why are you crying?"

"Forgive me but I've sinned. I lied and I must confess, I'm married and I'm Jewish."

The nun says, "That's OK. My name is Kevin and I'm going to a Halloween party."


We were him. RIP.


Yes, I'm ascared!



That's all folks.