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High-mountain Tea
In the month I was in Malaysia, I hoped to visit more temples from all walks and go on a tea hunt. Alas I just about managed a handful of temples and never managed any tea expeditions. To my complete surprised in visiting on of my oldest and best friends from school, whom while showing…
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Married (Kuala Lumpur Edition)
After what felt like an eternity, with multiple changes to plans, family tensions, hospital visits, hours and hours of travel, hair and make up, parties with heavy drinking, our families all pulled together across the globe and we came together at the temple that I went to as a child where we got married on…
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Engaged
My beloved brought me to the place she loved most on earth, Acadia, Maine. We then retired to Ellsworth, where I smuggled a wooden jewellery box that I painted green and gold with a ring and proposed that we be married. She said yes We then walked up Mt. Penobscot together, she pushed me to…
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Dust Bowl
Documenting interesting TV I watched in the past couple weeks pertaining to man-made environmental collapse. The above is a compilation of 60 Minute pieces on People preparing for doomsday scenarios but more importantly they focused on the areas of concerns driving the concerns to take so much extreme personal precautions in advance of of the…
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Translate
There are several texts that I would like to read but I am surprised these have not been translated in to English. Having read many texts in translation I am aware of the difficulty and that one cannot truly approach a text in translation, however, should these be accessible, I believe some progress can be…
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Light
I was scarcely able to maitain any decorum on the bus when reading Soho Machida’s Life and Light, The Infinite. A friend who wrote about some of the personal profound revelations on “Light” managed to maintain the presence of mind to reference Machida’s article. Although I have been reciting the Nianfo (念佛) for the past eight…
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The Fall
I was once in the company of friends who could sniff out the author of a poem regardless of who recited them or medium. Now I am in the company of people of who miss quote adverts they barely remember. I never understood poems, i never understood Mark E. Smith and yet I long for…
The Uncertain 