Zen Story and Things

"Once a Zen master stood up before his students and was about to deliver a sermon. And just as he was about to open his mouth, a bird sang. And he said, 'The sermon has been delivered.'"--Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth

There are many trees still green in California. Perennials and all that. We don't exactly have winter here either; it's more like a slightly colder autumn.

I think I was secretly jealous of my brother, who is three years older than me, because he was already using deodorant at that time.

This blog is called Veer Far Away because that's sometimes what I feel like doing: going away to someplace new. I want adventure and heroism. Maybe one day I'll find a great jacket and go on a great adventure.

What exactly is this? Is this a journal, where I record my day, or a soapbox, where I spread my ideas? It's a little of both, and has few of the benefits of either.

I woke up early today to take my Bio final. Early to me now is six or seven in the morning. I probably got a C on it.

If a person likes you and offers you a token of this affection, don't laugh at them. This happened in my Bio class where a guy gave a girl a love poem, and the girl made jokes with the people around her. The guy may have overhead; I don't know. But people who laugh at sincerity and kindness are really questionable people. If you don't like the other person, fine, but don't make fun, and don't bring them down to your level. Reaching out to other human beings takes guts.

Tomorrow I'm going golfing in the morning.