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Last week I helped co-convene a media conference called Media That Matters which was very cool, indeed. Does media matter? Well, in an ultimate sense, who knows, but it sure is a fun question to ponder, with like-minded souls, during our sweet, short tenure here on earth.
Often, though, I get pretty sick of the media, tired of all the reactive chatter, including my own. It is not an exaggeration to say that I have pretty much been talking non-stop since March 30, which was the first day of my book tour. Don't get me wrong, I had a very good time and many great conversations with wonderful people. It's just that I've been moving around so much that now I can't sit still long enough to write, and when I try, the chatter in my head is so deafening, I can't hear the words or get them down onto the page.
Luckily, there is a fix, a way to reboot the system. I'm going on a zen retreat, for a week of silent meditation--no talking, no reading, no writing, no email, no computers, no cell phones. Just sitting. In one place. In silence.
After a book tour, this feels like bliss.
posted at 6/02/2004 11:48:00 PM
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As will be gathered
from these notes of mine,
I am the sort of person
who approves
of what others abhor
and detests
the things they like.
—Sei Shonagon, The Pillow Book
circa 1000 AD
Clearly,
if Sei Shonagon had had access
to the Internet,
she would have had a weblog
instead of a Pillowbook.
—Ruth Ozeki, Weblog
circa 2000 AD
It starts with the earth. How can it not? Imagine the planet like a split
peach, whose pit forms the core, whose flesh its mantle, and whose fuzzy skin
its crust - no, that doesn't do justice to the crust, which is, after all, where
all of life takes place.
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