Something tells me peanut butter and jam sandwiches for lunch two days in a row is not the best. So, with luck, I'll have a different lunch tomorrow.

Om Mané Padmé Om

The weather has changed.
Tickle your pickle.
Out of balance.
Counter valence
Monster talents
Hybrid whale ants

As many of you know, I was recently in New York. What a remarkable place. Just step outside and humble yourself. Millions of people with places to go and things to do all within walking distance. Your priorities are one in several million. It's refreshing to feel so unimportant. The skyscrapers in whose shadows you walk were most often there before you and will be there after you're gone. If you feel unimportant, then the pressure of life feels a bit lighter, at least to me.

All the activity, the vibration, the buzz of so many people so actively engaged, doing what they do in an earnest manner really picks things up. There's a sense that things make sense in New York, despite the vastness of it all.

I get the sense in Budapest that the experience of life here does not make sense for a great many people. The law of cause and effect is not enforced within the borders of Hungary. Here lurk insidious independent variables ready to snatch the voltage of one's actions, off to some other current of action. One is left alone and lost, wondering what happened.

It's time for something different . . . tidy up, wash dishes, etc.