As part of the National Council Meeting of the Buddhist Churches of America, the Institute of Buddhist Studies hosts an annual symposium. I was asked to contribute a paper to the 2009 Symposium, and the theme was American Shin Buddhist music or, more extravagantly, “The Great Sound of Enlightenment.”
Hate to break it to you, but that’s not Buddhism. And it sure as hell ain’t Zen.
the ability to understand and share the feelings of another.
Carrying on in my little exercise to simultaneously read more, write more, and post more, here we are on a very wet and rainy Tuesday.
How to tell your family you are Buddhist.
Two sentences from something I’m reading; two sentences from something I’m writing.
I’ve got a couple of self-promotional sort of things to say. And then I want I want to talk about what a big fat jerk I am.
Note to the RSS Interwebs: I’m feeling snarky for no good reason. So there may be some good bits in here, but I may very well be full of it. Which, I guess, is probably true of most things in this pretty shabby-looking blog.