 | Last login: 14 hours agoJohn is a 57 year old single guy from Menasha, Wisconsin, USA. Kabir says,
"I don't know what sort of a God we have been talking about.
The caller calls in a loud voice to the Holy One at dusk.
Why? Surely the Holy One is not deaf.
He hears the delicate anklets that ring on the feet of an insect as it walks.
Go over and over your beads, paint weird designs on your forehead,
wear your hair matted, long, and ostentatious,
but when deep inside you there is a loaded gun, how can you have God?" [trans from Kabir];
So, who am I to quote someone speaking of a God? What of a wispy cloud making some rain at noon?
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 Share This- Born Again in Brooklyn - Happy Days Blog - NYTimes.com
 Jul 2, 4:46pm  (1 review) ethics, religion, catholicism http://happydays.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/...- I am sometimes criticized for practicing both Zen and Roman Catholicism. While the author's views are more specifically Catholic, albeit "born again" Catholicism, she and I share many childhood traumas over the Church and have come back to it as thinking adults.
- Jun 30, 3:42pm
- ...who stayed for the most part in his small apartment in the north-central section of North America. He took a bus to town or wherever for whatever he needed, rarely feeling lonely. Then his grown son re-appeared in his life, unconsciously bringing dramatic encounters, sometimes with the police. He felt too old for this disruption, but he worked hard at learning to offer the best counsel and good light unto the various situations.
Once again, he began to learn that it's not all about him.
Kabhir-John Price (from Heart)
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- Jun 30, 3:08pm (1 review) music, hope, americana, grateful-dead http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&am...
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So good, Dead Eternal
Grateful Dead, you are gone...long gone away in the middle of the night. And we are still here, feeling the sadness, feeling the joy, forestalling the sadness with our sunshine joy, pretending that there is no pain, when there is so much. I shrug at dusk, remembering, but keep the old chin up, rallying against whatever dark ghosts there are around me. Inside, there is a firm resolution, in the very heart of uncertainty.
Kabhir-John Price (from Fire)
- Jun 22, 4:02pm
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I was raised in this milleau.
I grew up in a photography studio. My mother and father had a fairly modest four-room studio in various Wisconsin places from the early 1950's until my mom retired from it all around 1982 or so. My father died in 1965, but Mom ran the business, with my help and that of a few lovely employees.
We orginally took portraits of children only, to age 13. There was a camera "hidden" in a stuffed Panda, giving our studio the name, Pandagraph. I began working in the studio from the time I could see over the developing tanks. We had no hot water, had to heat the tap water with an electrical coil, mix our own chemicals. When the competition got too much for children only, we took to wedding halls hereabouts in Wisconsin. With and without my mom, I stomped around with a Nikon around my neck and a bulky strobe flash, "chasing weddings" for twelve years.
Among my few personal historical belongings are some amazing portraits of our little family growing up. Since in the early days we had no color film, Mom practiced the now archaic style of oil coloring of gold-tone prints.
When I was a teenager, I sometimes developed over 250 prints of children in a day. It was so hot and damp in the darkroom in summertime, we stripped to our underwear--the whole family--and developed the photos along with pop music on the radio for hours at a time. In a way, that's how Motown, surf music, and the British invasion became cellular for me.
Today signals about the end of all that--Kodak film is out of production.
Days gone by...
Kabhir-John Price (from "Heart")
- Compassion Toward the Herd (for David Carradine) · Jun 20, 5:11pm
- I suppose it's time for a reminder to harbor all compassion toward our tribe, our tender herd, as people pass on. Many die with what we would call nobility; others pass in violence and squalor; still others make the river's crossing in unfamiliar ways, hard to understand and accept. I try when I hear the latter to beckon to my compassionate companions, to help me understand and offer all the love I can as they leave our midst. For I too shall pass, and who knows in what garb, under what circumstances. (I guess that's what old mom said about having clean underwear on at all times.
Kabhir-John Price (from "Heart")
- Jun 14, 11:23am
- I have been reading about research showing apes use tools for more purposes than had thought before, and emerging observation of birds' use of tools as well...
Speaking of miracles, small things turn in bunches:::my morning glories sprout after I'd nearly given up on them; my computer "fixes itself"; my son emerges at age 25 enrolled in college and beginning a new life; I walk over -8- miles the past -5- days after being confined to my butt for -6- weeks!
-4- days later:::12 Miles & counting...
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- The latest in paper... · Jun 7, 2:23pm
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- Miracle at St. Anna's · May 30, 2:19pm
- Please do what you can to watch the movie, "Miracle at St. Anna's." It's among the very best I have ever seen.
Kabhir-John Price
- Taken · May 27, 5:23pm
- So, I have been taken to the world of malicious hackers. I spent many hours correcting the damage; now pretty sure things are re-aligned. I harbor contempt for the burglars, but I hope all my real "friends" are cool and no monetary damage has been done. I laugh at you, because I can throw away the instrument of your assault. Ultimately, I am free!
Kabhir-John Price (musings in the journal)
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- Kilroy60s blog - StumbleUpon
- May 26, 6:11am (101 reviews) stumblers, social-justice, americana, iraq, war http://kilroy60.stumbleupon.com/
- Kilroy's recent blog on the Dick Cheney tour was excellent and remarkable to the array of photographs--as broad and proper collection as I've seen. He hit the mark on this one.
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