Archive for August, 2012


Visual Voice Mail Sucks

I recently tried a new T-Mobile feature, ‘Visual Voice Mail.’  According to T-Mobile, Visual Voicemail allows one to listen to messages in any order, respond in one click and easily manage your inbox without ever dialing into voicemail. As such, there’s no need to change your T-Mobile voicemail number or to reconfigure your voicemail forwarding. It activates for free at first launch.

So, with that being said, here’s my first visual message:

Hey Vic on the rain today and if it does not rain asking(?) on the three the those flowers hat we have to attract a-humming(?) bar the ones(?) that grew out by yourself and and there’s there’s a new one. It does not i-wrote(?) inside the annual … those four right in front of the sliding door notes(?) need to have a container(?) out of water at the if you can d

So I dialed my voice mail to get the real message:

Hey it’s Vicky (my neighbor). Is it going to rain today? If not, can you water the flowers that attract the hummingbirds for me? These are the ones I planted from last year and grew out by themselves. Also, can you water my annual flowers as well? These are in front of my sliding door. Each of these only need half-a-container of water. If you can do that for me, that would be great. Thanks.”

Wow. Visual Voice Mail has a long way to go.

Lynn Chen: Passing of a Father

Dear Ms. Chen:

I am so sorry to hear of your loss. And I am so sorry for not reaching out to you sooner. I have been flying around the country for the last few days and did not catch up with your blog.

I wish there were some magic words that would take away all the pain. But I find none. May death be just only another door. And moving forward, I hope the bridge of love, between father and daughter, is powerful. That both of you can meet and find each other flourishing in the warmth of love. May both of you find this bridge peaceful and nurturing.

You and your family are so very much in my prayers.

With Love,

The Unknown Buddhist

My morning started from a late night, a night to which I stayed up watching some off-beat cable television show. By morning, my meditation was exhaustive. And after a day of travel, I felt extremely faded and cut my meditation short, crawling back into bed for another seventy-five minutes of rest.

By 7:50 AM, I had arisen and headed to the hotel lobby for coffee.  ‘God Dang-it,” I muttered. “No ‘regular’ coffee. God, you think the hotel staff could actually monitor this?”  I grabbed a styrofoam cup and splashed in three-quarters of decaffeinated coffee begrudgingly grabbed a USA Today, threw my laptop onto the chair beside me and thumbed through the national headlines.

And then ‘he’ arrived. An older gentleman, looking late fifties, in ‘vacation shorts.‘ You know, the kind of shorts older people wear on vacation, looking as though he stole an old polyester suit, stripping what’s left and converting the scraps into attire found only on circus clowns and … stupid old men.

This vacationer packed a huge Samsonite Carry-on Upright Spinner Luggage with a Samsonite Backpack as a sidekick. He delicately placed the backpack at the table next me and spun that dang roller while pacing backward and forward. Without missing rhythm, two steps forward, two steps back. Forward. Backward. All the time looking out toward the front lobby.

I was a mere moment away from yelling, “put that damn down and drink less coffee.

And then … another gentleman came forward and he turned around. My heart sank. The traveler I was so willing rip up was mentally handicap. He lived with his older brother and wife. I could easily tell the younger brother was cared for and loved. He was excited to be on vacation, traveling places and seeing things.

As the family shared breakfast, the brother pulled out his map. “Brain? Where do you want to go today?” And Brain plotted the trip, east to Ocean City, north to Fenwick Island and take the Cape Mary – Lewes fairy across Delaware Bay. There was no agenda, no time squeeze; no place they actually had to go. Brain was excited by sharing moments with his family.

Today I wasn’t a Buddhist. Today, I was just another a**hole most of us meet during our travels from ‘here’ to ‘there.’  You probably shared joy, peace, love, romance and heart. Today, I contributed nothing but my old former sarcastic self. And while no one saw my heart, I knew … deep down … I was not in the moment.

This left me thinking, while I may not vote for Ms. Palin, I honor her love for Trig. And strangely, I honor the love ‘Brain’ had for his brother and hope all us can feel and express that level of deep commitment.

It’s clear to state, if you’re angry at any one time, then all the love we learned is simply theory.  A spiritual life cannot simply be a theory … it must be lived.

In my job, ‘Drive Time’ can be exhaustive.  Usually, traveling from one area of the country to another can take as many as ten to twelve hours. Today’s drive was no stranger to that. Up at 4:30 AM, performed morning prayers and out the door by 6:00 AM for the morning flight. Spent ninety minutes connecting at O’Hare International Airport and finally flew into Baltimore at 2:25 PM.  From Baltimore, grabbed a rental car, headed south, crossed over Chesapeake Bay on highway 50 and some three hours later got to the ‘Middle of Nowhere, MD.’Traveling such distances allows one to see a lot. As I recently said to one LCWR sister, I believe there is a significant variance between Catholic tradition and the current world. I love tradition. I honor and respect tradition! Yet I recognize the world today is wholly different from that of Christ’s.  The faith of our past will not address the needs of the many today.The real threat to America is our policies. The issues that most threaten this country – underperforming schools, unavailable, inadequate and expensive healthcare, urban environmental challenges, high unemployment among our youth and a struggling economy- are endemic in these communities. For example, according to 2011 Census statistics, 43.6 million U.S. citizens live in poverty. Another sobering statistic: 17 million children nationwide living without proper food and one in four children have no healthcare.  A quarter of farmers live below the poverty level.

From a business perspective, if Senator Paul Ryan’s budget is implemented, current Medicare and Medicaid funding standards will be significantly overhauled. Truthfully, many rural hospitals will cease to operate.  Since the existence of the hospital supports other medically related businesses activities, such as physician services, pharmacies, home health services, and independent allied health professionals, the closure negatively impacts the community, associated businesses and services. In such a scenario, a significant jobs loss will result and the community suffers from reduced care options.

As I said previously, I honor the precept to do no harm.  But if one is for life, then one has to be for quality of life as well. As Christopher Nardi of the National Post wrote:

I pray the perseverance displayed by the nuns in contesting the bishops’ report gives hope that significant changes are to come within the hierarchy of the Catholic Church.

To Die Having Never Lived

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A great quote, used by Ms. Angela Rockwood (Guset Blogger on The Actor’s Diet)..

A statement from Fareed:

“Media reporters have pointed out that paragraphs in my Time column on gun control, which was also a topic of conversation on this blog, bear close similarities to paragraphs in Jill Lepore’s essay in the April 23rd issue of The New Yorker. They are right. I made a terrible mistake. It is a serious lapse and one that is entirely my fault. I apologize unreservedly to her, to my editors at Time and CNN, and to my readers and viewers everywhere.”

I am definitely saddened by this event.

In today’s world of online journalism, it is very hard to find something that cannot be viewed as similar to another.  I believe it’s true that every writer obtains ideas and thoughts from another. In fact, writers thrive on one another’s thoughts and ideas, but to simply clip a paragraph and present that information as one’s own is a terrible lapse.

As a blog writer, I credit sources as best I can, where they come from … especially if the verbiage I use is similar to another.  While Mr. Zakaria deserves some level of discredit for his actions, he has been a wonderful proponent of ideas, soundly formulated and presented well.  My problem with simply terminating the guy is the lack of clear level-headed ideas that promote discussion versus confrontation. He will be missed. But I am sure he will return, whether it is on this venue or another.

I hope … and pray … this is the only lapse and not one of many.

It Takes at Least a Village

I received a brief note from the Leadership Conference of Women Religious (LCWR).  In that note, she wrote:

“…you are spot on…you are thinking like a global, universal Catholic…the type of mature Catholicity we need for the future.”

Seriously in all honesty to the LCWR, I thank you for kind letter and thoughts ….

The problems I have seen are not unique only to America. Everywhere I travel, I see people basing decisions upon secular political thoughts and choosing between impossible paths: usually extremes from one perspective or another.

Yet, in truth, finding the ‘right, more balanced’ path is hard. Doing so demands a significant amount of time. Cultivating love where there’s none, developing compassion in the specter of hate, finding courage and wisdom in weakness involves immense focus and determination.

And that’s what I believe the Vatican is missing.

The world is not only out there, it’s within us.  Hate and love (ying/yang, etc.) are mirrors. Thus, we are mirrors of each other. And like the LCWR, from my viewpoint, to really address the roots of suffering, all loving Christians (Catholic, Evangelical and otherwise), all loving Buddhists, all loving Jews, all loving Muslims must be prepared to change the economic, social, political structure and ideology.  That’s right, all of us, whether teacher, community leaders, organizers, activists, lawyers or parents has to be able to link spiritual values and infuse agape love into the world’s needs.

The problem is commitment.  Such formative action requires commitment. And many of us can barely even think about committing to think about going to church once a week.

Without transformation, without knowing ourselves we risk losing the very resources of love and compassion the Holy Spirit gave us. We have huge challenges. And even if I am not welcome to the table, I continually make myself available for wherever the Spirit leads.

Mistreat The Body

Personally, it’s a tough day for me. I have come close to violating Precept 4 (vowing to refrain from false speech) on several occasions.

As I sit and have breakfast at a Residence Inn, those who disregard personal self-control and simply act appall me, as they consume and discard in any fashion they see fit.  The amount of wasted food, over eating and lack of decorum is amazing.

The venerable Thich Nhat Hanh wrote about fourteen precepts of Engaged Buddhism. I will not go through all of them here, but in reflecting upon the above scenario, I remembered Mr. Hanh’s fourteenth: “Do not mistreat your body. Learn to handle it with respect.”

Honesty, I am not the poster child of health. I do not have that chiseled hard Olympic body seen on NBC. I am not even close.  Yet I continually struggle to not only take care of myself, but to respect others. Can I speak and listen in a way that can help not only myself, but others as well, to transform suffering and see the way out of difficult situations? Am I determined not to say untruthful things for the sake of personal interest or to impress people, nor to utter words that might cause division or hatred? Can I protect the joy and harmony by refraining from speaking about the faults of another person in their absence and always ask myself whether my perceptions are correct? Can I speak only with the intention to understand and help transform the situation?

And now, even as I write this, the anger of the moment has passed.  I did not lose myself in dispersion or be carried away by regrets, worries about the future, or cravings, anger, or jealousy in the present. I have been able to cultivate seeds of joy, peace, love, and understanding in myself, thus facilitating the work of transformation and healing in my own consciousness.

At the end of the day, the goal of internal peace must be replaced with peace as a practice.  As a nation, we can neither win or wage lasting peace nor can we make or create a lasting peace for others unless we unceasingly work at it with constant commitment.

As an update to two stories I recently wrote about, I read in the paper 900 Roman Catholic nuns are meeting this week in St. Louis, MO to discuss their future relationship with the Vatican. As they would say in the south:

Is ya’ll succeeding from thar state (meaning are you separating from the church)?

According to the St. Louis Post – Dispatch:

…the Vatican report was released in April, … has resonated with some American Catholics who feel bishops have become too focused on gay marriage and abortion. Many took issue with the Vatican report that denounced the sisters’ group — which represents nuns who work with the poor and sick — for being ‘silent on the right to life from conception to natural death” and for leaving “the Church’s biblical view of family life and human sexuality” off its “agenda.“”

Seriously, I know the nuns would never split from the Church, but personally, I find this so funny.  The Vatican denounced the sister’s group on the right to life from ‘conception to natural death?

One would think that the ‘conception to natural death’ would be central and include such things as combating poverty, illness, sex trafficking, etc. Ah … not exactly. To find a truer definition, one only needs to look at the St. Louis Respect Life Apostate and their mission statement (or maybe that’s their personal mission perspective):

… promoting the Catholic Church’s teachings on respect for and legal protection of every human life from conception to natural death by coordinating educational, spiritual, pastoral, and public policy advocacy efforts with particular focus on those issues in the culture that threaten life – abortion, infanticide, euthanasia, and unethical advances in scientific technology.”

So that’s it?  Just issues focusing on abortion, infanticide, euthanasia, etc., etc.? Man … that’s whacked. What happened to child welfare, healthcare reform, housing insecurity, increased use of self-medication, lack of education, unsafe sex, ineffective parenting, inability to hold a job, lack of self-care, suicide, spousal abuse, incest, crime, assault, battering, rape, and homicide? Nada!

I also find it interesting that conservative American churchmen in Rome, including disgraced former Boston Cardinal Bernard Law, were key players in pushing the hostile takeover of the Leadership Conference of Women Religious. Many have long viewed the LCWR with suspicion for emphasizing social justice over loyalty to church hierarchy on issues such as abortion and gay marriage.

Still, Law was joined by a former archbishop of St. Louis, Cardinal Raymond Burke, who was named to a top Vatican judicial post in 2008 — a move that was seen as a case of being “kicked upstairs” because Burke’s hard-line views made him so controversial in the U.S. Also reportedly backing the probe was Cardinal James Stafford, a former Denver archbishop.

The fact that Burke and Law, who were given refuge in 2002 after the sexual abuse scandal exploded in Boston, played a key role in the investigation of the LCWR has been like salt in the wound for those who support the nuns.

I believe the LCWR should have grudge match with Bishop Leonard Blair at the villa in Grant Park. I mean think about it … The ‘Thrilla at the Villa.’

If you see any of the LCRW, tell them I said to kick butt.

Cape Charles, VA

Saturday I opened a map, picked Cape Charles, VA and headed south on US 13. As of the census[1] of 2000, there were 1,134 people, 536 households, and 278 families residing in town. And upon visiting there, this is truly one lonely town. I somehow expected more.

The beach area was gorgeous and the white sandy beaches are tremendously beautiful.

Not that I paid attention during geology class, but no one would know that a meteorite hit this are some 35 million years ago.

The Chesapeake Bay Impact Crater looks like an upside-down sombrero, with an upturned outer rim, a trough and then a high peak in the center. Accordingly, this has been termed a ‘complex crater,’ as opposed to a simple bowl shaped crater. The crater’s shape was affected by the meteorite landing in the water. The space debris penetrated through several hundred feet of ocean water and a couple thousand feet of the ocean floor to create a crater 56 miles in diameter.

I bailed on Cape Charles, heading back north. The only local joint I could find to eat was ‘Tammy and Johnny’s,’ a local hamburger joint in Melfa, VA. The size and very nature of the place, I figured this had all the makings of great burger and fry joint.

Sorry to say, I was wrong. The place was as almost as hot inside as outside, with numerous ‘flies’ and uncontrolled kids flying around. Table tops were not cleaned, yet the lines backed up out the door. Restrooms? … Outside.

The cheeseburger … eh’ ok!

Fries … better than the cheese burger.

So … if you’re in the area, “skip it.”