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Tueday morning – howdy from Singapore !

Just got to the hotel.. just enough time to showerand get to my meeting. More later !

-me

Greetings from somewhere over Pakistan.. We’re about 14 hours into our 19 hour trip and so far so good . Last night. I’d had a 7 hour layover at Newark and it passed quickly. I hung out mostly on the walkway behind the elevators to the train.. As I said last night, it’s clean, quiet and totally isolated. The only other person I saw up there last night was Jack  who works on that floor. We talked for awhile. Nice guy.. thinking abut going into website design.

 

The plane boarded right on time at 11PM  I managed to stay awake just long enough to eat…   A good Indian meal, Dahl, a Paneer dish, fresh pratha, raita and chutney.. Yum !

 

Every meal so far on the plane has had some sort of ball things to eat.. Las nights were so sweet they made your teeth hurt

 

And even some of Vermont‘s Finest to remind me of home. (We saw it here last time too) 


I also managed to wear about 10 percent of my dinner… I’m quite fragrant now

 


 
I fell asleep right after dinner  and slept until we were over England. Singapore air coach seats are almost as nice as most other carriers business class.. and I have a free seat next to me. So I’m pretty comfortable. ..  There’s a huge number of videos and music you can watch / hear.. but I’ve basically been reading and listening to my own music.

 

 I’ve loved the thinking time on the plane. I’ve loved staring at the seatback

 

 I also finished listening to the Echkardt Toole book called ‘The New Earth’.  I found it very powerful. The central thesis of the book is that all of mankind.. actually all of the cosmos is awakening to it’s own consciousness  as part of its own evolution. We are part of that consciousness   so we’re doing it as well.. in fact, we’re the instruments of it.   He does a really good job of describing that awakening.. it happens gradually… it happens when you start to realize that the voice in your head.. the ego  that drives all your wishes and expectations for the future and your regrets from your past  is not really who you are.. It’s the consciousness below the ego that is you.. Further you can awaken that consciousness to realize that separation.. ie. You are not that voice in your head. That ego is a construction that lives on fictions created to give itself definition. It feeds on expectations of ourselves that we pick up from other society.  It drives wanting, greed,  regretting, pride and always  leads to some sort of suffering.   Once you really get that, you can begin to free yourself form living only for future gain/happiness, health etc.. or from living life by reliving  either good  or painful memories .. When you detach from both the past and the future.. you stay here. In the now.. Right where I am when I write this.. and you are when you read this. Tolle describes this whole transformation through examples from many religious and philosophical traditions  through intense lifelong meditation. .. All major religions recognize the wisdom someone gets from separating from the ego.. He describes how people come to that moment of awakening.. Some slowly after years of disciplined training of the mind.. some suddenly after a great revelation.. or a great personal tragedy.  On that point everything Tolle says resonates so much to me. Sam’s death has fundamentally altered the way that we look at the world. The detachment we have from the past and the future really keeps pushing us back to that awakened moment  in the now.  It’s the only way we can live.. And.. that’s  a very, very cool thing.

 

Anyway.. If the last paragraph sounds like new age gobbledygook  to you.. I suggest that you might not like the book.  If instead you sort of get what I’m trying to say.. I suggest you get the book and read it soon.

 

Ah.. where was  I ?   Oh yeah on a plane over Pakistan. Since finishing the book, I’ve dozed on and off several times  ..

 

and started at the seat back

 

and stared at the air vents

 

Which then started staring back at me !

 

I watched the flight map as the plane took us over Vienna where I used to live

 

Then on towards Iraq and Iran

 

Note Sam in the corner

 

And Afghanistan

 

You  look down and would never know of the strife and suffering that’s going on down there now. There by the grace of 3 miles go I. It is an interesting perspective to note that from this short distance above them. Whatever they/we are fighting about doesn’t come though.. It doesn’t mean much up here.. How can our perspective on ideas be so warped that we’d be willing to kill or die for them like this ? 

You see.. you can get pretty philosophical when you don’t move or talk for 19 hours.

Did  I mention  my great seat back ?
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OK… time for me to try some more sleep.. More from Singapore this evening.   G’nite (or day ?) all.. Good day Sam.

-me

 

p.s.  Gabe.. guess what it’s going to be the Durian festival when I’m there. Want me to bring some of it back fro you / everyone ask Gabe just how much he lovvvvves durian fruit . (Hint.. it looks like a cactus, has the consistency of custard and tastes like sewage… Really good sewage, though.

 

 

 

 

Sunday eveing – in route

Hi friends…
    I’m writing from Newark airport on my way to Singapore. I left home about 2:pm today (Sunday) and will get to my destination at about 7AM Tuesday morning (Singapore time) ..It’s a lonnnnnng trip.. including a  1 hour trip down (met some nice guys from a high tech company in Montreal.. .. Got some good views of NYC

Then a 7 hour layover here.. then a 19 hour (OK.. I exaggerate.. an 18 hour 45 minute) non-stop flight .Singapore is 13 hours ahead of the East Coast. (It’s tomorrow there already. I wonder if I’m already there ? )

It’s about 7PM here.. my flight leaves at 11. I’ve found a great empty spot with a view of the airport.. I’m sitting at the end of one of the waiting areas for the AirTrain tram that travels between terminals. I’ve found that places like this are always the emptiest, cleanest and quietest.. it’s my little travel secret.. don’t tell anyone.

I just had a kinda lonely dinner at one of the food courts.
  

The aloneness of travel is immediately with me when I leave home now. I’m starting to wonder if I still enjoy travel as much as I once did. I still  love seeing the world, meeting new folks.. eating weird stuff.. but I really don’t like being away from home much.  Trips like this make for lots of alone time.. which can be good thinking (or not thinking) time..  Hopefully this will be fun, interesting and useful.. I’m going to do my best to make it so.

Last night was a good anti-loneliness vaccination.. We went up to Deb’s and had dinner with them. The boys didn’t arrive until some time later so I got to hang out with all those women.. It was very cool and different.

  Hannah and Garret were on the computer which cas a pretty cool glow.

We hung out there and watched a funny/dumb movie then came back.. Gabe stayed up there so I said goodbye to him for the week up there..Saying goodbye is hard for me..

I spent most of this morning trying to pack my suitcase, backpack and laptop as lightly as possible. .I;m goin to 88 degrees and rain.. quite a difference from our bright snowy weather today.. Diane made this cute snow person in honor of the good packing snow.

Well, I gotta conserve batteries.  So I better sign off here. I’m going to be in the air pretty much all day tomorrow .. so I won’t post my blog for the tomorrow until Tuesday..  I’ll be thinking of many of you as I cross some big oceans tonight.. I’ll be thinking of you all.. Sam, you’re coming with me. Love you all
-me

ps. Hannah just sent me this great picture of last Monday’s trip to Jay Peak. I really love tis picture. What beautiful kids !!!!!!

Saturday evening – in like a lion

Quiet and nice day. I can’t beleive it’s March already !  Judging by the weather today it’ll be out like a lamb..

We had several of the kids sleeping over last nght.. They were all pretty late sleepers.. Diane and I had soem quiet time this morning. We painted SamStones.. (Diane did most of them ) It’s a great spiritual thing to write Sam’s name again and again and again.. These stones have been such a great thing.

When the guys finally woke up, Diane made a feast of banana blintzes.. They were so excellent.

The guys then got their skiing/boarding gear on and I took them up the mountain. Chai insisted on sitting in Gabe’s lap the whole time.She’s been so funny since we got that puppy.   

On the way up Nirvana’s Lithium was on the radio.. That song is so much associated with Sam in my mind. We had that great acapella version of it as his celebration.

….

I like it – Im not gonna crack
I miss you – Im not gonna crack
I love you – Im not gonna crack
I killed you – Im not gonna crack

……..

I came back and took Chai for a long snowshoe in the back. She enjoyed getting out into woods. She’s been pretty mopey the last week with the new addition.. though she seems to be warming up to her.. We took the walk at a  really fast pace. We were both pretty tuckered out when we got back.   I was so relaxed that I decided to do our taxes.. not much fun.. but a great sense of accomplishment !  Lots of memories in there as well.

Around 3 we got the itch to go outside again so we took the dogs out on the Catamount trail fro another snowshoe..

This one was a long gentle climb. the puppy walked a long part of it her self. It’s amazing how much ground she can cover with those short legs. When she got tired we wrapped her in a blanket and stuck her in a backpack.. she fell instantly asleep

We were trying hard to get the puppies name figured out before I leave tomorrow for Singapore.. Thanks to everyone who sent names. We got soem great ones. Right now it’s down to 2.

– Yoshimi  (Yoshi or Shimi for short) after the Flaming Lips song “Yoshimi battles the pink robots”
and
– Ninjette –(or ‘jet for short).. Ninjette is defined in the urban dictionary as:

The woman who is the equal and true soulmate for a Ninja.
Her intellect, wit and creativity must match his exactly.
Also, the Ninjette will always support her Ninja without fail through life.
Each Ninja only has one Ninjette and will never find another. Also, no true Ninja will ever be totally happy going through life with any woman other than his Ninjette.

Question from ordinary man 1:

Wow, Ninja John seems sharper and more deadly than ever, what do you think happened?

Answer from somewhat enlightened ordinary man 2:

He found his Ninjette and is now complete.

Both Gabe and Max are ok with Ninjette.. Gabe doesn’t like Yoshimi.. but Max does.. We’re getting close.. OK.. All for now.. gotta run.. Nite all.. Nite Sam
-me

Thursday evening – dog name

I’m sitting here on the floor of the mudroom with baby puppy hoping that some how, miraculously she will tell me her name.. There’s something interesting happening around this new being in our lives. Why can’t we find a name. Cahi’s name was a foregone conclusion.. 2 minutes thought and there it was.. site unseen. This one here is different. We’ve had suggestions from every quarter.. Some of the names suggested have been:

Yoshimi
McLuvin’
Ninja
Tesla
Coco
Latte
Inky
Spot
Fido
Robot Oblivion
Kiwi
Sammy
Mystery
Satori
Ahsa
Akasha
Ananda
Dog
Peeve
Chia
Matte
Luna
Magma
Magna
Eclipse
Chi
Snow
Number 2

And many more that I’m sure I’m not remembering . Why can’t we name her. ? It’s tough doing this with Max down in NYC.. We are using phone tag to pass the ideas back and forth … but so far nothing satisfies everyone.. part of it is the trouble capturing such a cute and lively spirit as this dog has.. part o it.. I’m sure.. is the big hole missing from Sam’s input.. (What do YOU like for a name ,  Sam ?)
We’re at about 5 days with no name.. and ‘the dog’ just isn’t cutting it.. I was thinking about it today and remembered a poem from my favorite author Ts. Eliot. He preferred Cats .. but the sentiment is the same:

THENaming of Cats
               . . .   T.S. Eliot

The naming of cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m mad as a hatter
When I tell you a cat must have three
different names.

First of all, there’s the name
that the family use daily,
Such as Victor, or Jonathan,
George or Bill Bailey–
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names
if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen,
some for the dames;
Such as Plato, Admetus,
Electra, Demeter–
But all of them sensible everyday names.

But I tell you,
a cat needs a name that’s particular,
A name that is peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he
keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers,
or cherish his pride?

Of names of this kind,
I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quazo or Coripat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellyrum–
Names that never belong
to more than one cat.

But above and beyond
there’s still one name left over,
And that is the name that you will never guess;
The name
that no human research can discover–
But The Cat Himself Knows,
and will never confess.

When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought,
of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

That just about sums up the problem.. Folks we need your help !  Keep those suggestions coming..  Sam.. send us a name…We love you !
-me