
opinion:
HOW TO TELL WHEN A GOVERNMENT STARTS OPERATING LIKE THE MOB
By “mob,” I don’t mean a crowd of angry people running through the streets. I mean the Mob. What used to be called “The Mafia”. Continue reading


opinion:
By “mob,” I don’t mean a crowd of angry people running through the streets. I mean the Mob. What used to be called “The Mafia”. Continue reading

I particularly like The DJ as Experimental Scientist for this morning. It connects directly to what we’re doing, but underneath it is the whole teaching: we aren’t necessarily playing these songs because they’re good songs. We’re playing them to find out what they do. Continue reading

Spent the entire night working on arrangements. I’ll demo those this morning at zoom. Continue reading

Looking for a rap that people can use with friends to introduce the idea “you are asleep”? I know you’d like to tell someone, but … how to say that to a friend? Continue reading

What happens if we stop treating Norton Street as entertainment for a moment and treat it as an instrument?
Not a medical instrument. We’re not proposing to cure arthritis, remove your gallstones or straighten your teeth with a three-hour performance of Norton Street. We’re talking about an instrument for the observation of attention, automatic behavior and momentary waking. Continue reading

Forget enlightenment as a grand spiritual trophy. Suppose somebody asks:
Okay, I wake up. I evolve. I become more conscious. What do I get?
The first answer we already stumbled onto is extremely practical:
You get a chance to make less of a mess of your life.
But I think there are several deeper payoffs. Continue reading

There appears to be a great deal of excitement these days about the government to deny the people their customary mail-in ballots. Apparently somebody has had the brilliant idea that if you make it difficult enough for the ballot to get through the mail, you have somehow solved the problem of the voter, which is they might vote Democrat this time. Continue reading
Spent the entire night remastering old videos, which I’ll show today at zoom. Continue reading

Thirty bucks for a box of .45s. I had nineteen dollars, an overdue electric bill, and a client who had promised to call Tuesday. It was Thursday.
The nineteen dollars was actually eighteen seventy-five. I’d forgotten about the coffee.
The coffee wasn’t worth a quarter, but neither was I before I’d had it. Continue reading