Garden Distrikt

She's been my guru for maybe 15 years now - though she doesn't know it - yet*. This documentary, with the lovely Bill Moyers , will tell you much about her, AND, much about Buddhism. But remember, we don't proselytize. Well, in general we don't, but me, I'm a radical Buddhist . So there. Here's the doc ... sorry about the poor video quality, but the sound is good. Pema Chödrön with Bill Moyers Pema Chödrön *She may know it when I attend Gampo Abbey later.

(It's Terri)

Again, some random bits from my journals ... (1)  Untitled Poem I 've got to be stopped And I'm just the man for the job Been working on it for years Your guess as good as mine as to why I'm still here (2)  Untitled Poem I dreamed the universe And it dreamed me I dream of you And how we came to be Reasons have I few Yet persistence in blue Of all the things I dream It's the one I do (3)  Untitled Song Chorus B e still my beating heart The hope is too much, too much Be still my broken heart The loss is too much, too much (4)  Fun With Anagrams M y name (Martin Lomas): not alarmism ant moralism moralist man immoral ants mailman sort i'm at normals mama nostril latino smarm i'm almost ran storm animal i'm atonal mrs inmost alarm mortal man is i'm sat normal oilman smart trim a salmon i'm salmon art i'm on art slam most in alarm alarm not sim its moral man .. etc My brother (Stephen Lomas): solemnest hap elephant moss pathle...

If you're the first one reading this (and, chances are, you are - so popular are we!), then you're only the third person, other than myself, to see it, ever. It's only just dried. This was another attempt to call mostly on the subconscious, and that typically means it's a fiery picture of me ... or is it? I sincerely believe it is also what you perceive. So, do me a solid (a favour), and post a comment telling me what you "got", if anything. And I hope you're not in as much trouble as me! Oh, and while you're at it - make me an offer; no reasonables refused. "Dandelion Eyes"   - 2018 Martin Lomas 8" x 10", Acrylic & Watercolor & Flowers Two-stage process; (1) 'blind' background until satisfied (subject unknown), (1b) rough unknown outlines, (2) face' the music. Excuse the laptop camera.

Martin here. So, what'm I on about this time? Well, as an experienced audio fiend, I want to pass on some nuggets that are simple, but not necessarily obvious .... a series, perhaps. Okay. Essentials? Trimmings? The way I see it, when you really like, and listen intently to, any piece of music you enjoy, there are always one, two or three or four key things (essentials) that you are 'glomming' on to. And in other cases, there may not be any particular essentials that are key - it may indeed be the little extras , the attention to detail, the recording quality - stuff like that. Examples: When I hear Frank Sinatra sing, there's a few essentials I'm enjoying. They are, in order of importance: That wonderful voice ! FYI - people have said that Frank didn't really sing all that well. They may be right. But, and it's a big but, it's the sheer quality (as in properties, not skill) of his voice that is key. Simply put: Frank Sinatra had a voice that almos...

It is with regret ... that I must out myself for even making this post ... the sickness is all mine, but the news couldn't be better. This is Martin, and yes, this is a very personal and, again, risky post. But I have nothing to hide, I love who I am, and I'm into radical honesty. Later, I'll talk about this insanely great, yet insanely difficult idea. Now, allow me to explain this cryptic mess .... The first sickness, of MINE, is that I am making this post mainly in order to boost my temporarily flagging self-esteem, and show you that "I could have been something". Ugh. Oh, well. Okay, I started playing guitar 42 years ago when I was 16. Before long I was hanging with a good friend from high school, who also played. It happens we were both, let's say, "soft", "innocent", and "loving". We got along fine, always loved each other and our growing cast of musical friends. This became "the first band"; the one that was pr...

( Note:  Be aware that the following was completely ad hoc, and as I write this sentence [in chunks], I am also editing this post in three other places, and creating two other new posts. I have an interesting brain. ) I'm going to take a big risk here. I am absolutely determined to reveal the truth about myself. When I put the truth on display to strangers, they are typically interested and engaged, and eventually, left behind. When do I the exact same with anyone that knows me, they almost always assume that I am merely having a mental health moment. I have indeed been diagnosed a couple of times in the past (different things), yet I always feel that I'm the sanest person in the room. The previous sentence isn't strictly true - I have met saner people. But those that know me are not saner people, that I know of. This bit may be more "radical honesty" than love. The truth is probably in my own words. Look - who am I to being "doing" anything to mysel...

Another ad hoc post. Okay, I don't trust Google . At all. And I also believe them when they say that nothing malevolent is going on. Huh? Yup. Here's why ... To put it succinctly: Just the mere fact that Google is happily enabling us, digitally, to burst into pastures new (technologies unknown), is absolutely reckless. Google have either not thought this through, or something else. Think.  "Think" is a necessary imperative, these days. The irony being, that in the end, there's no reason to think. At all. Sorry, but the closer to reality you get, the more surreal it is. That's how this all works. Please don't ask me what "this" is. I do not presume to know, yet. See? Even I don't know if I'll actually arrive anywhere. However, if the nature of "this" is indeed timeless and infinite, then we'd best get comfortable, nay? Or, as paraphrased by Elvis Costello: "Whats so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?...