In order for it to be a religion, Buddhism would have to presuppose the existence of one supreme entity that is superior to all other entities. And since Buddhism posits that we are all equal, this presupposition cannot be made. The continuous emphasis on the difference between the Supreme Being and mortal, undeserving you is not built into Buddhism. Neither is the demand for blind faith than comes with most pre-packaged religions.
Secondly, the Buddha is simply a teacher who attained true enlightenment. We - you and me - are all capable of attaining that same level of enlightenment. Whereas we all have the potential to be a Buddha, we have no hope of ever becoming Jesus. Although he's a great guy, Jesus, like Paris Hilton, was simply born into the right family. With Buddhism, pedigree doesn't count so much as your willingness to rise above the conditions you were born into.
Please feel free to use this information as an ice breaker at your 5a7 tonight.
(now if you're very lucky, next week I'll share some interesting facts about ayurveda, which I must study as part of the yoga teacher training. Take that, gunas!)
I have a little gallery of creatures given to me by friends.
Meet Bouncing Buddha, Buddha No. 2, Francoise and Wobbly Lobster Guy.
(btw: the white pin in the background reads: Put on your BIG GIRL PANTIES and deal with it)
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Wobbly Lobster Guy waves 'bye!'
No big deal, right? "Just close the window, Adriana!"
Except no “Close window” option. No matter where you clicked on the ad, it redirected towards the contest landing page. After three attempts, I learned that to make the ad disappear, I had to click on another page of my profile.
What would Jakob Nielsen say about this?
(and don't get me started on how Facebook doesn't seem to understand that I want my page displayed in English, SVP)
What's changed is that nowadays, technology has multiplied the rate at which information flows (and it's only getting faster) thus exponentially increasing the number of people who will be exposed to that information.
What's amazing is not that humans like to think they know more than they actually do.
It's that they now have unlimited tools to spread that particular illusion.
"Sono le cose che succedono à quelli che vivono. À quelli morti non succedono più."
Translation from Maria-ese: "It's better to be alive and be dealing with terrible things, than to be dead and not be able to do anything at all."
But the term that causes the most difficulty for our copywriting room is concepteur-rédacteur.
For the 90 Degrees style guide, we've decided on creative copywriter, but I've also seen:
- concept editor
- advertising copywriter
- creative writer
- idea man
- and just plain copywriter
As I have moved through the revision process, the passage has been modified and shortened to suit the evolving prose, but today I made the decision to cut it entirely.
And it’s a good thing.
However lovely a passage it might be, it is not contributing to the action of Chapter 7 in any way. Sometimes you have to let go of passages in order to give your story greater truth. When I originally wrote that passage, I was still discovering who Reggie and Colin were. Although this passage allowed me to gain greater insight into the motivations of – and the relationship between – my characters, it is not necessary to the storytelling.
I am sad to see it go, but I am more pleased by my improved ability to make good writerly judgments. It was a hard lesson to learn, but my vision is getting clearer every day.
Tranquillement, pas vite, you know what I mean?
First, I decided on a flowering branch. It had to be a branch with both leaves unfurled and leaves still in bud. To remind me that there is always new life – new creation – about to be born. That it is never too late to be surprised by new hope.
I also decided early that I wanted the branch to start near my ankle and to climb around my shin. Almost as if the branch were growing from the roots of my feet. Why? To remind myself to stay grounded, to not get carried away by the making of stories in my mind. An eternal reminder also of why I do yoga, of the respect I have for my body and its strength.
I just didn’t know what kind of branch. Until one day, Melissa Trottier said, “Didn’t you say you wanted an olive branch?” I hadn’t but…
An olive branch, of course! Why didn’t I think of that?
For the Mediterranean blood that runs through my veins. For the colour of my skin. For peace. Leaves both open and unfurled. Tiny white flowers hailing the imminent budding of more exotic fruit.
So perfect I wanted to cry. (Melissy, have I thanked you enough?)
A day has been booked – a Friday in April – to seal my new pact with myself. It will be based on an illustration I discovered online (above). An inked promise to be always grounded, always creating, always myself.
This picture from my parents' wedding day is already a favourite.
My dad is so handsome, my mom so beautiful. I wonder what became of the little boy peering back at the camera from the left side. I can feel the sumptuous fur of the woman's shawl on the left. You can almost hear the whisper of her wedding dress as she strides up the aisle.
Who know what craziness she'll get up to this time.
If you're too busy with your fabulous lives to catch it live, watch in online here.
If you have no idea what I'm talking about, go visit Ms. Julie's blog.
Regardless, if you need to numb the throbbing horror of waking up to a cold-cold January morning, the music feels nice.
Thanks to Porkchop for the fresh tunes this week.
- Get the tattoo. Booked for April 2009.
- Complete yoga teacher training. Booked for June 2009.
- Finish decorating my home. In progress. Psst! Anyone good at hanging frames?
- Forget how to macarena. One day at a time, lotus flower, one day at a time.
- The Ville de Montreal does not run this city. Nope. Mother Nature runs this town. We live in a place that experiences deep winter, so stop complaining that getting around is hard. Sometimes all the salt and gravel in the world cannot counteract the whims of the Big M, so don't waste your time pointing fingers and muttering. Hello!? Any of you remember the Ice Storm of '98? In the Tremblay vs. Winter bout, I'm putting my money on the white giant.
- If most of you wore decent boots, walking would be a far simpler task. For example, UGG boots and leather booties with three inch heels were not made for our harsh winters. So don't give me that shocked look when you wipe out in your dainty footwear and I fail to shower you with compassion.