I had the same thought, but decided to self edit that stuff out. Ironically the only reason the TM/TB stuff kept intruding was the rest of the imagery was so good! Belgian chocolate, a train through the European countryside...who can't imagine themselves there? Sounded expansive and comfortable, wanted to hear more about that ride.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "seventhray1" <steve.sundur@...> wrote: > > > Here's a thought. A persistant theme in your posts is "MMY as an > average guy". Could all the (supposed at least) TBers accept such a > premise, and why not try it on for size. Maybe challenge yourself and > try posting without the persistant mocking and continual referral to the > TMO. Yea, I think many your insights are interesting. But I read your > posts knowing that the "put down" is always right around the corner, and > rarely am I disappointed. Seems like you came up with two of three in > this post. (I don't feel like re-reading). But Purusha brewed beer as > Yak piss. Pretty much the typical fare you provide. Sorta not funny > anymore. At least for me. Maybe others like it. > > P.S. At the risk of appearing weak, I hope you don't respond, or even > read my posts, because I like you, and dislike having to take the > position of chastising a friend. > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb <no_reply@> wrote: > > > > Sitting in my window seat on the fast train back to the Netherlands, I > > watch the Belgian landscape zip past and try to figure out what makes > it > > different from the Dutch landscape. Probably the same thing that made > > Brussels so different from Den Haag or Amsterdam -- the French > > influence. > > > > It was a real pleasure to hear French spoken again, and to watch the > > lips of the women speaking it. There is something about the French > > language that makes me think it was invented by a God who -- unlike > the > > God of Shankara who saw women as corpses or bags of feces -- LOVED > women > > and wanted to see them at their best. Speaking French causes one's > mouth > > to move in ways that no other language I am familiar with does, ways > > that are tremendously flattering to women. Add to that the fact that > the > > women were on the whole dressed more in the French style > (uh...stylish) > > than the Dutch style (uh...not so much), and I had a wonderful time. > > > > It was just a short business trip, but the business part was over by > > midday yesterday, so I've gotten to spend the rest of the time as a > guy > > on vacation, doing what a guy like me does while on vacation. That is, > > walking around taking in the sights, visiting a couple of Brussels' > > treasure trove of Art Nouveau museums, and sitting in cafes writing. > Not > > everybody's idea of a holiday, but it is for me. > > > > One of the high points of the journey was sitting on the Grand Place > and > > connecting real-time over the Internet with a friend who was sitting > on > > the front porch of his new house in Arunachala, India, former home of > > Ramana Maharshi. He described the view of his street, filled with > > beggars and saddhus and (according to him) siddhas, and I described > the > > view of my street, filled with tourists and women on their way to work > > or (judging from the looks on their faces and the lilt in their walk) > to > > an assignation with their lovers. Different strokes for different > folks, > > different spiritual paths. :-) > > > > I miss Joe here on FFL because he, more than anyone else I can think > of, > > would enjoy hearing about the beers I got to taste while there. To my > > sorrow, should he appear and be curious, the piece of paper on which I > > carefully wrote down their names has now disappeared. The only one I > can > > remember offhand was something like Westmalle, a Trappist Tripel beer > > that was both wonderful and powerful (9.5% alcohol). While I may not > be > > much of a monastery kinda guy, my hat is off to the monks who came up > > with this one. If their inner life is a tenth as cool as their beer, > > they are happy froods indeed. > > > > Can you imagine the beer that Purusha guys would brew, were they into > > that sorta thing? Like yak piss, and drinking a few of them gives you > a > > nasty hangover, but no buzz. Beer as tapas. :-) > > > > The other Belgian things I had to try while there were chocolate, of > > course, and moules (mussels). There is really very little as > satisfying > > in life as a big bowl of moules with frites and a cold beer. Then > again, > > some wouldn't consider that satisfying at all, and would say that the > > only thing that is satisfying in life is enlightenment. Their loss. > And > > my satisfaction only cost me ten Euros. What has their pursuit of > > enlightenment cost? > > >
