A little too pricey at $1,850 but I’d love to have one.
I took a couple of philosophy courses in college (50 years ago) and enjoyed them far beyond my understanding of what I read. My (layman’s) interest in things philosophical has stuck with me but I never got around to reading any of the better known western philosophers. YouTube to the rescue.
For the last couple of weeks I’ve been watching a series of discussions about these brilliant and influential men (list below) while on the treadmill. Admittedly no substitute for reading their books but an easy way to get some understanding of their philosophies and why they’re important.
“Meditation is not about doing anything. It is simply paying attention.”
Not counting basic hygiene (brushing my teeth, etc), the only thing I do every day is meditate. I sit for 30 minutes, sometimes longer. Every day for the last 500 days. I keep track but I’m not sure that’s good idea. Too easy to get fixated on the streak, keeping the string going.
I’ve missed twice in the last 1,000+ days. Once when I was sick and again when out of town attending a high school reunion (#50). I’m not sure why I keep track of my practice. Maybe it’s for the same reason prisoners make marks on their cell walls (do they still do that?). They’re afraid they’ll forget how long the’ve been in prison? I’d rather think I keep track because it gives me a little added encouragement to sit, although I really don’t think I need that anymore. My daily meditation is the best half hour of my day. But why?
Steve Hagen says meditation is useless. The only reason to meditate is to mediate. Which sounds like something only those who meditate would say or understand. I’m sure when I started (10 years ago?) it was for stress management or relaxation or something but somewhere along the way it became an end in itself.
I find it simultaneously the simplest thing in the world and the most difficult. I’m sitting on a cushion on the floor, focused on my breath. What could be easier? And within seconds my mind has jumped to some random thought… I gently bring my awareness back to my breathing… and the cycle repeats, endlessly. Why would anyone invest half an hour every day doing this? Again, Steve Hagen: “At the heart of meditation is the intention to be awake.”
More excerpts from Meditation Now or Never by Steve Hagen.
If I’m still around in ten years, I’ll own one of these. And think of how damned good they’ll be in ten years.
Mr. Wolf thought I’d like to hear the sweet sound of the 2.25 liter diesel engine that will drag my saggy ass around town. He’s been working long and hard on getting the engine right. If you look closely you’ll see some smoke. Not as much smoke as the mosquito fogger that patrolled our streets during the summer nights of my youth… but a little smoke. What the fuck, I’ll buy some carbon credits. I’m hoping there will be less smoke once the engine gets some miles on it. That will happen as soon as he gets the brakes sorted out.
When I opened the brakes up I found some things I didn’t like, so I’ve ordered all new OEM wheel cylinders, new adjusters, and new shoes. Even high quality parts are so cheap for this thing I figured we should just start fresh with nice parts.
If you don’t know shit about old trucks, and I don’t, you need someone like Mr. Wolf. You’d like to think the folks doing the restoration would get everything right… but they don’t.
I have no idea how old I was when I first met an atheist. (“a person who disbelieves or lacks belief in the existence of God or gods”) I’m pretty sure I must have known people who “lacked belief” but that’s not quite the same thing.
I grew up in a small (population ~10,000) in southern Missouri, during the ‘50s and ‘60s. My mom grew up in a hard-corp Baptist belief system. Back then there were many flavors of Baptist. General Baptist, Southern Baptist, etc. (I don’t think my father’s family was much into religion.) Early on, and for reasons unknown to me, mom started taking us to the Methodist Church but religion was never a serious part of my upbringing. Everyone went to Sunday School and church because that’s just what people did in that place and time. If there was an atheist in our little town, they kept it to themselves. One would have been more likely to be openly gay (“homosexual” back then).
Even when I got to college and encountered people from larger cities and different cultures, I don’t recall anyone identifying as “atheist.” People just didn’t talk about religion back then. It was a private matter. It wasn’t until the evangelical/fundamentalist movement (whenever that started) that people started talking about religion, outside of their own church communities. Or so it seemed to me.
It wasn’t until the internet and social media came along that I started bumping into “avowed atheists.” They seemed a bit exotic to me. Daring. It was during this time I encountered the works of people like Christopher Hitchens, Richard Dawkins, Daniel Dennett, and Sam Harris. Four of the more outspoken and prominent atheists of recent years. In the video below (2012) the four men discuss religion and atheism for two hours.
I’ve watched a number of debates and panel discussions featuring these four pitted against religious leaders of all stripes and persuasions. This was just four smart, well-read intellectuals kicking the topic around. Most interesting.
This little beauty will only set you back $179,000. A little too improved for my taste. And way too pricey. More at Classic Ford Bronco
“Feeling good about the Rover right now. New injectors made a big difference, it’s running smoother and making more power. Many hours of fiddling with the injection pump may have paid off, better cold start and less smoke.”
The Land Rover project is about three months behind schedule, to the extent there was ever a schedule. The 2.25 liter diesel engine simply wasn’t performing the way Mr. Wolf thought it should. Too much smoke. Just not right. Until today the working assumption was a problem with the o-rings on the injectors.
“The ones that were in there originally seemed like they weren’t big enough (not a tight fit) but everything else I could find wouldn’t allow the injector to fit in the bore. Given that the actual injector seal is accomplished by a copper sealing washer AND an aluminum crush-washer, I think the o-ring is really only there to keep debris from falling in. Therefore I’m thinking that the slightly loose fit is actually just fine, but I’m open to being proven wrong. So I reassembled it with the old o-rings.”
Whether or not I’ll be able to find someone to keep a 40 year old diesel engine running well enough to make the Land Rover an everyday truck remains to be seen. Which is why Mr. Wolf is going to such great pains to get the engine right before he send the truck my way. But this has always been more about fun than easy.
It’s been a long time since I drove a car (or truck) without power steering or brakes. The Land Rover has neither and I’ve been told it’s like learning to drive all over again. With that in mind, Mr. Wolf is giving extra attention to the brakes on my truck. Adjusting drum brakes is something of an art, I’m told.
Since retiring I occasionally fantasize about what I’d want to do if I were 20 years old and trying to decide on a career. What would I want to do with my life? The answer is, I believe, write for Bad Lip Reading videos. I can think of no higher calling.