My dad looks like the Dalai Lama
I don’t like it when people post lyrics (although I have done it). I don’t like it when people post poems (also guilty, with some discretion). Quotes can be so irritating. But I keep finding words of Buddha that feel so relevant at the moment that they stick to me like tree sap. And I’m going to hug you with my sticky arms. Sorry.
Happiness or sorrow- whatever befalls you, walk on untouched, unattached.
Most Buddhist writings always make me feel better when I feel like an old, family home and all of its memories being thrashed and torn apart violently in the middle of a hurricane. Or, like at this very moment, when I feel like a squashed animal on the side of the road, with its end and hope for a better afterlife frozen in its eyes, splayed out for everyone to see as they pass by on their way to get to where they need to be.
Keep thinking, keep rising above negativity and the impact of tragedy, and enjoy and appreciate good things. Let’s try.
Last one.
When one has the feeling of dislike for evil, when one feels tranquil, one finds pleasure in listening to good teachings; when one has these feelings and appreciates them, one is free of fear.
Some fear is healthy. Most fear is a waste of time. Don’t let it waste your lifetime.
Let shit explode. And feel it all (and observe all of the dance moves Feist has totally stolen from me!).
In Memoriam
One of the new blank journals I recently purchased has the small word “Mnemosyne” in the upper right hand corner of the plain, black cover. After some research, I found out that Mnemosyne is the Goddess (or rather, Titaness) of Memory. Which I think is a cool thing to put on the cover of a journal.
According to Encyclopedia Brittanica (remember them!?):
In ancient Greek myth, Mnemosyne (Memory), the mother of the Muses, is said to know everything, past, present, and future. She is the Memory that is the basis of all life and creativity. Forgetting the true order and origin of things is often tantamount to death (as in the case of Lethe, the river of death in Greek mythology, which destroys memory).
Some of the North American medicine men claim to remember their prenatal existence. Such memory, according to their mythology, is lost in ordinary people. Similar myths of memory and forgetting are related to the hierarchy that exists in all archaic societies. The fundamental knowledge of the world, transcending ordinary consciousness, is not equally attainable by everyone. Myths of memory can take the form of collective nostalgia.
In South America the Yaruros, whose material existence was so simple that they lacked the skills of the agricultural and pastoral life, were one of the many tribes that in the face of modern Western cultural expansion gave up the struggle for their own social and cultural identity, becoming assimilated into a more complex society. As the Yaruros ceased to struggle for the preservation of their tribal identity, they expressed a yearning to return to the Great Mother ruling the land of the dead and awaiting them in her paradise.
Mythologies of memory and forgetting have a role in many traditions. They are of great significance in traditions where the idea of rebirth or reincarnation exists. Some people have claimed to remember previous existences, and a few (among them the Buddha) the very first. The veil of maya (“illusion”) in many Indian stories prevents a man from remembering his true origin and goal. In Gnosticism there is talk of a similar forgetfulness, which must be resisted.
Anamnesis, “commemoration” or “recollection,” is one of the crucial parts of the Christian celebration of the Communion. Through the anamnesis, the passion and death of the Lord is “applied” to the congregation. In philosophy, the imagery of forgetting and remembering occurs in the thought of Śaṅkara, a medieval Indian philosopher, and of Plato in connection with the paramount calling of the thinker and the difficulty of living up to that calling.
I like the idea of a concept rooted so heavily in tradition, in addition to the fact that it plays such an important role in multiple cultures. And I find the malleability of this concept extremely interesting, since memory is so affected by the influences of revisionism and the question and flexibility of “truth.”
Hopefully the memories I jot down in my new journal will enable me to exist in a more enlightened state. Or my forgetfulness will surely be the end of me.
xxx
The lights go on
I love music so much. How could I live without it? It changes everything. It turns me into who I really am. Without telling anyone.

Music and love letters and eye contact and water running down, stripping you until there is nothing left and you have to give all that you have.
All the Better to Kiss You With
What I have:
2 new juicy pens
2 new cool journals
2 new semi-rare magazines
2.5 tragic life events
1 old friend
1 new cd (YYY, Show Your Bones)
1 new crush
A healthy dose of confusion and longing; that rare dichotomy of happiness/sadness about the future and the past.
What I want:
This chai mandarin flavored organic lip balm -

More kisses
Hot vegan shoes under $200
A trip to Goa
A warm sunny day at a swimming hole
A steady supply of Superfood
A new place to live for a while (Goa?)
A Keetsa mattress
Less things
More time with good people
Until later . . .
Daily serving of fruit
My new favorite wine is Bonny Doon’s Cardinal Zin. It is a fruity red, without being too sugary tasting. Very grapey. Relatively inexpensive without veering into ghetto territory. I clearly know all of the terms used by the most elite wine connoiseurs.
Plus, Ralph Steadman did the label artwork. I’m such a sucka for that stuff.

I will write more words later. But for now, you get references of my favorite things.
Sharing is caring.
Acting 101
I spent about five minutes this morning pretending that my dog’s new bunny toy was attacking my face. I was screaming, struggling, yelping, and wailing. For five whole minutes. That is how long it took for her to come and rescue me from the rabid bunny. Thanks, best friend. Thanks a lot. At that point, I could have had mangle face! 1 point: rabid bunny, 0 points: jeannie.
Maybe I am just a terrible actress.
Make a better breakfast faster
You have no idea how absolutely fucking delicious these pancakes in a can are. And it is the easiest meal you will ever make. Seriously. You’ll die. A delightful death.
And the song on the website? Gets me pumped every time.
Shocking Truth
I learned how to make a margarita last night. It might have been gross. And it took me a really long time to make one. But my arms got exercise!! Always looking at the bright side, that’s meeeee.
One of my favorite stores that I never seem able to buy anything from, candystore collective, just sent me an email and now I want everything from there all over again. The fact that they list “magic” on their shopping index sweeps me off of my feet.
gals
guys
kids
jewelry
beauty
decor
paper
art
music
gifts
magic
vignettes
Damn you, Cuteness! I shake my fist at you for making me want everything associated with you.
