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November 2008 
the Mechanics of an Ethical Methodology [action shapes heart]
Posted on Apr 8th, 2006
by 
Brondu
Brondu
this 350 word package is marked: priveleged information AND Handle with Care...
also ... between me and you ... it's narrative
“Hi, what can I get for you?”
My retinas register the light-patterns that comprise the inherently, undeniably beautiful individual before me. A dim thought forms on the rim, ‘I love her.’ But what do about it? My desire is to validate this gorgeous server, elevating her to the high status of seen, but therein lies the dilemma: to do so I need to produce the unitive, causative action of primary reception.
The nature of doing this, however, is such that the sum total of my interiority will be projected outward, made explicit, and manifested in form, a form that is the offspring of righteousness; in this case the form of sacred compassion. It is, however, sacred compassion that I am not used to giving, though the question ‘what else do I have to give’ arises to the forefront of a tirelessly causal masculine awareness in this transient/eternal, fullyfully-empty, gratuitous present moment.
So how will I do it, this thing I need to do regardless of my apparent duplicity (the duplicity of intention and plausible function, potential and operation)? To produce this holy corroboration of an-other’s unfathomable uniqueness I find myself relying on an integrally attuned mode of perception correlating and feeding off of a holistic map of reality.
But there is more: if it is not my common response to, in my psychospiritual enervation, uplift a random serving subject of unquestionable worth than I must access something that is not me, that is beyond me. Does this necessity, brought on by a Greater bodhisattvic necessity leave me suspended in a groundless vast vault of insubstantiality – cruising and perusing states of consciousness whilst leaving my harrumph-worthy stage to rot in an indefinitely trans-temporal purgatory? I think not. I must needs access a subtle state to make way for the arising of an action not natural to me, but as I do so I keep my stage, whose dissolution and consequentially inevitable transcendence is accelerated as a result of the state-access, in a mind thoroughly racked by all that goes into three words and one glance:
“Just coffee, thanks.”
Access: Public
jeesh Brondu? are you “in love?” WHATEVER! i say stop being geeky and just write her a freakin' haiku fer Chrissakes!
this love is neither impersonally extended, nor a personal infatuation but something of a interpersonal thing…
I’ll stop being geeky for next time.
in the meantime, I thought I said, HANDLE WITH CARE! COME ON!
did i read you right? interpersonal my foot! i think you're just horny and looking for orgies. so i say you join these pods –
http://pods.zaadz.com/sex_in_revolution
http://pods.zaadz.com/sex_and_intimacy.zaadz.com
… and get it (read: juvenile hormones) over with fer Chrissakes!
DAMN YOU YOU REDUCTIONISTIC A-HOLE! lol… your beer goggles are FOGGY!
btw… the audience for this one has never read me before.. so that’s why I re-use so many boring-ass words.
ha! reduce this you Deida-worshipper you! i think i like you better when you're playing Mr. Wise Nuts :P
You like my brother's blog better than mine! Oh my God! What a low blow! Well I guess it's warranted since (a few differences betwen us for you)
he's 6 years older than me
he has short, non-greasy hair
he's taller
his ribs come down way low on his body, almost touching his pelvis and he's not quite as skinny as I am but it's still disgusting
he went to a Bible College for a year, I haven't finished high school yet
he is not an incel (lol, omg, picr)
among other things
well I think that just about covers it. I'd be a mastermind if I could make up that many differences, and come out with so many blogs at one time, and keep all those facts and character idiosyncracies straight, don't you think? Am I a mastermind or what?
picr = please ignore comment relevance … it's a new abbrev. that I just made up.
Brondu said: “I'd be a mastermind if I could make up that many differences, and come out with so many blogs at one time, and keep all those facts and character idiosyncracies straight, don't you think? Am I a mastermind or what?”
one word: WEIRDO!!!!
Wierd Al is a blast from the past. I am a blast from the FUTURE!
I was hoping the disonance you’d feel in calling me a mastermind would produce the GRAND ADMITTANCE of your own FALSITUDE, which is: your equation of ME to MR. WISE NUTS! The biggest difference between us is that he swears like a race horse on his blog whereas I just swear like a race horse on other people’s blogs.
Also… to all those who recommended books and movies to me.. I WILL watch them. I promise. I just am busy. REAL busy. SUPRA-BUSY. ELEMENTALLY FUNDAMENTALLY PRIMORDIALLY UBER-BUSY. Tre-busy, hear? Ok. that’s not the whole truth, but what is?
Remember: in your inevitable daily judgements, judge the whole person.
I recommend Memoirs of a Geisha. Also, Weird Al will never die!!! (That is to say his music will never be outdated (IMHO)). So, here's my take on this love pursuit: Ask her if she likes horses. If yes, then introduce her to Dandy (but have a little pep-talk with Dandy first… like “Hey Dandy, be real nice about this but buck her off and into my arms, ok?” Then Dandy will be like “What if I like her?” And then you'll be like “One word: 'Enumcl…'” to which you be interrupted by a hoof in the seeds. Then perhaps he will be willing? Anyway, just an idea.)
Lol. That sounds like a good thing to do if I had a particular love interest. Unfortunately I was kind of talking about … uh… the inherent bueaty of every human and ‘she’ could have been interchanged with ‘he’ simply because I was seeking to acknowledge the inherent beauty and face of sentience in the form of a waitress - and the I in the narrative (entitled, if I may remind the MEchanics of an Ethical Methodology not ‘How I met Freida’) is not necessarily ‘me’… because it could be a first person story. In fact it is a first person story, evidenced by the fact that I don’t generally think all those things when ordering a coffee. In fact, this is the real clincher is that I simply never order coffee! It’s the truth.
Uh… but… if I had a love interest I’d blog about it and follow your hilarious advice (even though it’s rather elaborate and possibly impossible). It’s quite unfortunate but I have no such singular interest. At the moment. If I did it would be in a female. But anyway… that is all…
And now I see why Handle with Care is confusing. I put Handle with Care because this is something I sent to someone who matters to me (nothing to do with love interest in the context heretofore mentioned) and so I feel insecure about it. Now I feel really retarded as it was apparently misunderstood. lol. Oh well, I’m sure this particular individual (who will remain anonymous) will be able to understand the narrative based on the contextual underpinnings.
whatever. i say you just need this.
I'm with ~C on this one. Either that or this. Different injunctions, same result.
Yes, I think Frued was right… everything I do is just a result of sexual repression. Poor me.
very good. the first journey into healing is acceptance. you're on your way to uber-health, in all quadrants.
isn’t the first step to healing, in this case, to hit up a club and have a one night stand with a pair of semi-attractive legs within my age range? … I suppose acceptance is good too.
the former is much better. that is if you have the balls to get lucky. just don't forget Uncle Tom's rules. and who cares about age range?
I don’t care about age conventions I just thought I’d feign at social conventions.
Regarding balls: I have them both literally, figuratively, and in situations of ecumenical conversation.
Check this out. Look for “K Dub won’t you blog?”
I should add that I did all the instruments except the drums. THAT”S ALL ME!
When I’m depressed I fuck. When I’m happy I fuck. When I’m hungry I fuck. When I’m tired I fuck. When I’m late for work I fuck. When I’m fucking I fuck. My life can be boiled down to one giant fuck fest. Fuck.
Ordinarily I would delete that comment but instead I’ll use to show ~C that I am not Mr. Wise Nuts! I mean, seriously. Look at that. Look at all those f words. If you read it ten times it’s enough to desensitize an ascetic fundamentalist nun, or, even more remarkably, my mom!
but seriously: how inappropriate on my post on ETHICS! YOU A-HOLE! Uncle Thom would be feer-ious
You can delete it if you want. I just wanted to reduce my life to the vuglar expression of sexual drive.
Good post btw. Lol. I can see why everyone misinterpreted it. Lol. Funny stuff. “Just coffee, thanks.” I’d like to read a novel that followed that narrative model. Time to get serious isn’t it. Hmm it sure is.
Also it should have read “…life to a vulgar expression” and not “the vulgar…”
Brondu said: “Check this out. Look for “K Dub won’t you blog?””
this is nice. your voice is androgynous but still cool. i like the techno feel and the eerie melody of the piano. just perfect for the guru-like hippie Wilberitis theme. i even signed up with your freakin' fan club. so if you start spamming me i'll sue your horsey ass off! keep it up. too bad you don't use Odeo. you could be using tags and RSS to share your cultish music. whatever. i'll check out the other audio when i'm done eating.
Mr. Wise Nuts said: “When I’m depressed I fuck.”
showoff!! any loser can say those words. whatever. i say listen to Tom Leykis so you can protect yourself from Crabs and worse stuff. too bad he got banned in Canada. just like Stu. that says a lot about you Canadians (i'm generalizing here). whatever. i now see Brondu why you need to pretend like Mr. Wise Nuts. it's for expressing these stupid sounding things. i pity you.
Stu got banned in Canada?!
yep. he deserved it :P
For having a tattoo?!
for having no hair. and for having a foul mouth.
er.
I like Stu. Thanks for the COMMENTATIONS on my MUSIQUE! Mr. Wise Nuts is totally the blog I just pour my primitive expressions into. When I feel some bottled up primordial bodic thrusting energy I just sign in as my complex alter-ego and let it loose on my keyboard (which makes clean-up and further typing a difficult and unpleasant domain of experience).
OK>>>>>>>>>>>
Hey, btw this post is fast becoming the HOTTEST post EVER so I’m thinking we should SPICE IT UP with a SIZZLING debate. All my friends must chime in and all my alternative selves can post their thoughts too.
Ok here we go: you’re an infertile female. Do you take a billion dollars, or a DYSFUNCTIONAL family of six? lol
If that one’s not good for you try this: Cute frog or cute squirrel?
Still not compelling? OK check this out: Sexiest Male alive: Johnny Depp or Mathew Maconagy (<-- name purpose the totally butchered>
Still now all worked up and ready to FOAM for another FORTY comments? How about this trick question. Who would you rather turn into a horse and express themselves by running real fast: lonely 7-11 worker or Ken Wilber?
Still no? OK what about this - emptiness or form? ABSOLUTISTIC INVOLUNTARY TANTRIC MERGER WITH BLAH or RELATIVISTIC FUN?
I can tell you’re not frothing so let me try one last one out on you. Whose hotter: Zelma or Penelope? omg. the physicality of two celebrities pitted against one another is bound to stir up galactic controversy. This debate will trigger the celestials to come down from their lofty grounds and offer their less-than-humble opinion on the matter. I can’t wait!
PS: A novel in that format? Holy crap that would be strange. And bewildering. And fun to write. Oh my God. But so many words! Oh my God. I could do it to, it’s probably the one novel I could write, but who would want to read that? another debate? lol…
PPS: My voice is androgenous? Oh my GOD! It is time for surgery I am going to FIX that son of a bitch voice. Just kidding. I like it. hahahaha! “Ken Wilber won’t you blog with us?” Somebody ought to e-mail him the link and give him a cyber-kick in the SEEEEEEEEDS! But the truth should be attached:
1. He would have to blog on zaadz.
2. He would only be required to write 1 sentence a day. 1 sentence that has NOTHING to do with integral theory.
3. He would be required to show his debt of gratitude to yours truly for being the final push into this beautiful world by commenting (one sentence only) on my blog.
That is all.
What do you think of the requirements? DEBATE!
I like soup
lol… too many questions. I blew his MIND. I scared everyone away. lol
um
* i'd take the billion dollars
* cute frog
* Johnny Depp
* 7-11 worker
* both emptiness and form
i think i like Mr. Wise Nuts better.
For me:
I’d take the billion.
cute frog for me as well.
Johnny Depp, I agree
I’d like to see Ken Wilber as a horse but only for a day
Form for me.
I think I like ME best of all.
I think my requirements on KEN’s blogging experience are perfect and… I think my novel would be the best novel to ever not be read by ANYONE!
Later I will try out my Acapella Trance Remix of the House of the Rising Sun on all your asses.
Checkmate!
Gone with the Wind on House of the Rising Sun!
Winner takes all and you win! :)