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Beginnings of a Metal Manifesto: The Buddhist Connection

If a being is wrathful on the outside and also angry in its heart, then it is a real monster — not a Buddha.

…And how it will be about Metal (as in, Heavy Metal) and Buddhism (as in om mani padme hum).

Posted 09 January 2008 † Yuletide § Creative Nonfiction ‡ Comments (6) ° Also tagged: , ,

Delgerhaan

The motorcycle’s lone headlight danced its way across the steppe; I leaned back, resting my hands on my knees, and gazed up at the endless starry dark. My stomach full of боодог (boodog, Mongolian roasted goat), сүүтэй цай (suutei tsai, milky tea), айраг (airag, fermented mare’s milk) and архи (arhi, vodka), I smiled at the uniqueness and beauty of this experience, and drank in the Mongolian night.

Posted 07 January 2008 † Yuletide § Creative Nonfiction ‡ Comments (0) ° Also tagged: ,

On Poop

At home, people talk about work lives, sex lives; but in Mongolia, we had whole soap-operas worth of material and drama pertaining to nothing more than diarrhea and its many relatives…. This extreme take on a traditionally sensitive subject (flexibility borne of necessity and increasing familiarity with said subject’s less desirable territories) exposes the opposite extreme in which we are perpetually trapped back in the 1st world.

Posted 06 January 2008 † Yuletide § Creative Nonfiction ‡ Comments (2) ° Also tagged: , , ,

On Water

Or catch experiences in mid-air, like the glistening stalks of grass along a frozen lakeshore — caught in the surf’s nightly descent into solidness. Or they can be free to meander about, a skin-tingling mist, pulling in passing rays and exposing their true colors.

Posted 06 January 2008 † Yuletide § Creative Nonfiction § Exercises ‡ Comments (0) ° Also tagged: