Going, Going, Gonzo

Going, Going, Gonzo, originally uploaded by drp.

::: After having read many accounts of Hunter's send-off, it seems that it turned into exactly what he would have liked... and also what he would have hated.

Explosions, booze, loud music... but why sucha private affair? I heard many people came to be part of the send-off only to be turned away by security.

Was Sonny barger even invited?

Well, maybe after all this time, Hunter and Sonny were still not on speaking terms, but it would have shown real class to have invited him to pay his respects.

And where was the Gonzo sensibility in those who were turned away? Placidly accepting their fate as personas non grata? No one tried to earnestly crash the party either by clever deception or out and out bad craziness???

What a sad place this has become when we accept the restrictions of The Man and deny our inner Gonzo.

"We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - -the place where the wave finally broke and rolled back. "

What a shame that no one remembers the thrill of the wave.

No wonder you blew your brains out.

Uh oh

Uh oh, originally uploaded by OldhaMedia.

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I must have been up to something.

Ii was never known for being shy.

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Brownie and Me

Brownie and Me, originally uploaded by OldhaMedia.

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When I was a tiny, wee thing, I had a dog named Brownie. I had Brownie for a good, long time as my memories of Brownie are of him being the best dog in the world. My Brownie! My bestest friend ever! The best, most beautiful, smartest dog that ever lived!

Many years later, my mom came across a box of old pictures. As I flipped through the images of my baby/childhood, I recoiled in horror at this bizarre wolf-beast looming over my tiny, sleeping, vulnerable self!

“What the hell is THAT?” I cried.

“Don’t you remember Brownie? You loved that dog more than life itself.” my mom replied. “He had light brown eyes and even the skin on his nose was brown.”

When you’re young, there’s no difference between inner beauty and outer beauty.

A lesson I strive to remember every day.

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Clash Of The Titans

Clash Of The Titans, originally uploaded by drp.

Clash Of The Titans
Even though they test one another's limitations, they share a mutual respect and admiration. They honor the "Alpha" in each other. To see them interact is to witness two storm fronts swirl and permeate, repel and roar. They are the God and Goddess of this place. Both halves exist as the whole. It is right that they should have the water between them. It reflects the nature of one in the other.
-DRP

Reflecting in the Shallow Water

Reflecting in the Shallow Water, originally uploaded by OldhaMedia.

Do you remember us? We’d cry in movies and punch you in the arm if you made fun of us for doing so. maybe not verse or prose, but we always said something really funny. No one knew until much later how good we gave head as it was never really a consideration. Like getting head from your sister. We might not have cooked much, but we’d split whatever we had down the middle with you, remember to put water in the vase and smile at the pretty colors, and understood you better than almost anyone you ever knew.

We were ‘one of the guys’.

Quick to smile, tell a dirty joke or laugh heartily at one told to us. No one thought about our sexual proclivities. You had no idea how much we wanted... you.

We were one of the buds. We smuggled tequila into band camp and snuck out to drink it with you in the woods. We weren’t afraid of bugs or getting dirty and we played footbal in your front yard with you until we were hot and sweaty and out of breath. We didn’t get breasts until after high school. We probably helped introduce you to that cute girl you lusted after or the girl you ended up marrying, and swallowed hard when you kissed her in front of us.

We never forgot you.

So flash forwrd to now and you run into one of us... we’re older, womanly, confident, brave, independent... quick to smile, grab a drink and relive the old days a bit and then disappear into whatever we ended up doing with our lives. Trying to ignore your offhand comment of ‘wow, you sure turned out pretty!’ You never considered why you didn’t go for us back then.

Ex Tomboys. We never forgot you.

And every now and then, when no one is around, we allow ourselves to ponder “What if?”

And we swallow really hard and ignore the sting of tears that we won’t allow to fall.

I've Watched the Ripples Change Their Size..

I've Watched the Ripples Change Their Size.., originally uploaded by OldhaMedia.

From the Daily OM: Zen Commute

Skylight in the Bathroom, originally uploaded by OldhaMedia.

March 14, 2005
Zen Commute
Discovering Ourselves In Traffic

No one wants to be angry with a fellow human being who is lost or confused, but if we get stuck driving behind one, we may find ourselves feeling wildly, uncharacteristically impatient. It is our earnest goal to have compassion and love for other people, but when one of them cuts us off, we feel personally offended, angry and hurt. The good news is that by experiencing these difficult emotions, we have the opportunity to see ourselves and to change our approach. In that light, being stuck in traffic can become a vital part of our spiritual practice.

Sages of all faiths agree that the present moment is the only thing that really exists. The past and future are equally irrelevant in the presence of the now. Therefore, at the deepest level, there is nowhere to go, because the only place we need to be is here, now. Just reminding ourselves of this in the midst of traffic can be extraordinarily helpful. The Zen mantra "nowhere to go/no one to be/nothing to do" can work wonders on our panicky misperception that we need to get somewhere fast. By remaining in the moment, we inevitably get to our destination. We don't need to push or rush or panic.

Another tool, used throughout the ages to maintain enlightened awareness, is breath meditation. The simple act of consciously inhaling and exhaling grounds us in our bodies, reminding us where we are, who we are, and how precious our life is. When we connect deeply to our own existence in this way, many of the petty thoughts and feelings that can dominate our minds dissolve without any effort. We have breathed our way back to sanity.

From this place of awareness, we can feel compassion for the drivers who are banging their steering wheels and honking their horns, even if they're honking at us. We know it's not personal; they have simply lost perspective. On your exhale, send out a wish that they, too, might find the cool ease of the present moment

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