I am startled to see resin Buddha Heads for 50% off at the El Big local drug store. Have they always been here and if so, why haven't I noticed them? Is it part of the same bizarre influx of imported resin pan asian decor in the big cities? Who buys them?
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Another prof's wife sends me an invite to a Zen retreat that's now being held every other Saturdays at a Qkr buidling down the street from our house. I'm intrigued, but realize I'm not going to go when my curiosity about who attends overrides my actual interest in practice. Besides, sometimes an hour of 'Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me!" over a mug of Peet's and a flaxseed waffle can be kind of meditative too.
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More than anything, the artist had proportion issues.
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Que and I hardly flinch anymore by the smallness of the town. The fellow in front of us at the supermarket deli today was the sax player in the band from Sat night's visit to the pub, as well as the wine purveyor who reccomended the fine Argentian red for our friends' Friday night dinner party.
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A car in the school's parking lot
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