February 13, 2018
Lion's Roar, How to Survive Anything, Chicken, Mindfulness.
Those were the 4 magazines staring me in the face at Whole Foods today. I didn't buy any of these, but I did entertain myself with the fantasy that it was a multiple choice test, and I decided: Chicken.
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chicken style is my favorite style
chicken party
You can't go wrong with Chicken!
i love when my rotisserie chicken sits out all day
chicken dinner
There's a power-point for that:
Chicken chicken chicken
god i hope his chicken didnt come out
marcus is gone all that remains is his chicken
i saw a dudes chicken come out once it wasnt pretty
ask not from whom the chicken comes it comes from thee
Did any of them cost less than $9.99?
When did Magazines get expensive?
I'm 3/4 thru "We Were the Lucky Ones", and so far far nobody got their butt pinched.
You can't go wrong when everything tastes like chicken.
I would have been mindful of the fact that the chicken didn't survive anything. Roar!
MadisonMan said...
Did any of them cost less than $9.99?
When did Magazines get expensive?
And so anorexic?
Ha! I misread your title as describing 3 magazines: "Lion's Roar" "How to Survive Anything" and "Chicken Mindfulness". I guess the contemplative "Chicken Mindfulness" balanced out the active "Lion's Roar"? Anyway, I got a good chuckle after I saw that you were actually describing 4 magazines.
"Mindfulness" is quite the buzzword these days isn't it?
Or is it just about passe now? Like pilates and yoga?
One sign of being passe is when it shows up on news stands.
"When did Magazines get expensive?
And so anorexic?"
When the Internet ate them.
In the old days, it seems everything worth knowing was there on the better sort of magazine rack. You had Fortune and the Economist and the Atlantic and Harpers and the Scientific American. If you wanted a very great deal condensed, the Readers Digest was the go-to little big magazine. People really did used to know more. Imagine a nation of twenty million readers of the Readers Digest, in the heydey of "middlebrow".
The internet, despite its riches, has not improved the state of public education.
Its all pearls before swine.
Mindfulness has sunk to buzzword hell, but the real thing is not over rated.
Mindfulness is fashionable, but in terms of psychiatric usefulness it is confined to a very specific definition used in the treatment of Borderline Personality Disorder. You don't have that. (I can sense it by the feeling of having the fluoride sucked from my teeth after forty years.) As a pop-psych concept, including adoption by professional social workers, psychologists, and others, it just means "Stop and think a minute. Be aware of how this looks." Which is perfectly good advice, but nothing that your grandmother didn't tell you years ago. The third meaning is "Gee, there are all sorts of American versions of Eastern religions that say really cool things. Profound." That is, in rational thought: Vapid. Cliched. Virtue-signalling.
Don't ever choose Mindfulness. Chickens are a much better choice. And as the grandson of the egg-man for Chelmsford, MA and his 300-hen farm, I hate chickens.
Assuming this has nothing to do with gay men seeking young boys, depending on the magazine, then just sprinkle on some lemon/pepper seasoning and dip them in honey mustard salad dressing.
I read it as how to survive anything, for example, a Lion's attack, by practicing being a chicken (coward) through mindfulness.
I disagree on mindfulness, but agree that the concept has been thoroughly abused and distorted. I don't recognize your definitions either, so maybe we are talking about different things.
Lots of shitfulness going around.
So you’re chicken, huh? Big yeller streak runnin’ down yer back. I thought as much.
This was an interesting article.
Interesting video of Moscow.
Headlining articles on the cover:
Lions Roar : Resist & Resolute: A Year of Proud Activism against President Trump's shock policies against East African - American communities
How to Survive Anything: Courage in Profile: Huma Explains Her Unflagging Strength.
Chicken: The Trump Tweet that threatens American Poultry
Mindfulness: Repeating the Same Shit as Last Month, since Dec 2016
Featured content in the current issue of "Chicken": Leghorns Ripped My Flesh (or Would Have If They'd Caught Me)
Keep your mind full and your bowels empty.
so much depends
upon a red wheel barrow
glazed with rain water
beside the white chickens
William Carlos Williams
I'd read an article on Chicken Mindfulness, but probably wouldn't buy a subscription.
Assistant Village Idiot is angling for a promotion with that view that mindfulness is only useful for BPD.
Re selfie drones, and etc. -
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Wile E. Coyote said...
The jammer system affects drones using GPS, GLONASS, Galileo, WLAN 2.4 GHz, and from 5000-6000 MHz. It can be custom-programmed to address specific threat scenarios.
This wouldn't affect the autonomous drone. Better luck next time Wile E. Coyote.
How to survive without dying. Tricky.
Chicken, nice fried chicken
Barbecue chicken, won't you send it down the line?
Say, everyone's talking 'bout chicken
Chicken's a popular word
But anywhere you go, you're bound to find
A chicken ain't nothin' but a bird
Some people call it a fowl
That's the story I heard
But let 'em call it this and let 'em call it that
A chicken ain't nothin' but a bird
You can boil it, roast it, broil it
Cook it in a pan or a pot
Eat it with potatoes, rice or tomatoes
But chicken's still what you got, boy
It was a dish for old Caesar
Also King Henry the Third
But Columbus was smart, said, "you can't fool me
A chicken ain't nothin' but a bird"
You can boil it, roast it, broil it
Cook it in a pan or a pot
Eat it with potatoes, rice or tomatoes
A chicken's still what you got, boy
It was a dish for old Caesar
Also King Henry the Third
But Columbus was smart, said, "you can't fool me
A chicken ain't nothin' but a bird"
So Lion’s Roar magazine is dedicated to developing Buddhist mindfulness and sharing the values of wisdom, sacredness and compassion.
Having worked in Africa for quite a few years, I’ve been on many safaris and heard a genuine lion’s roar multiple times. They can be heard from miles away (Wikipedia claims 5 miles - feels about right to me).
Every lion’s roar I’ve ever heard expressed quite clearly: “I’m the King and I’m here. I’m the HMFIC (Head Mother Fucker In Charge) of this piece of Africa. Anyone who disputes that is welcome to meet me down at the watering hole and we’ll Settle This Shit.”
Lion’s roars say a lot of things - but mindfulness, sacredness and compassion are not high on the list.
You can hear a lions roar in Madison if you’re near the zoo. Very impressive, even from a mile away.
This blog would be much better without a comments section. Most of the commenters are dreadful especially the usual suspects.
The commenters are some of the best things about this blog. If you don’t like it, you should leave.
No, really - you should leave and never come back. Heart breaking as it is, we’ll try to soldier on without you.
To be fair, I don’t know who we’ll turn to for deranged Trump conspiracy theories and vile invective against anyone to the right of Stalin. But if Trumpit leaves I’m sure someone among the usual suspects will step up.
But please Trumpit, don’t leave! Your wisdom and pithy observations so advance the dialogue!
https://youtu.be/delv-08Tgn0
https://hellotaw.blogspot.co.id/2012/02/
Bought an axe, a magazine and a long playing vinyl phonograph record. Now I need a calendar.
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Some gold medal olympiast accused of sexual harassment, if I heard the radio right.
Two idiotic memes collide.
Porter.
Why is it the employers' job to police domestic abuse so long as work is unaffected.
Let the police police it. Rule of law. Standard of proof, both sides of the story and all that.
Maybe Porter is attracted to nagging bitch type women, always winds up with a bad hand.
Porter is also a mountain in NY state, with a dumpy top and a view of a much nicer mountain just to the northwest, which ought to be renamed Trump.
Jokes from 1979, Imus
Why does Linda Ronstadt sing all those slow songs? She has a governor on her.
Roman Polanski is in Paris awaiting the birth of his next wife.
In five lines, Althouse does Tom Wolfe.
And try Hy-Vee in Madison. A talent for marketing there. Also gas discounts.
But what about Trump's lies?
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Share your love for Oberlin this Valentine's Day
Nothing about pussy.
I love Oberlin! As President of the Oberlin Alumni Association, I take pride in my Oberlin educational experience and our extensive community. I am inspired by how generations of forward-thinking people can come together to challenge and inspire one another, which is why I volunteer for our alma mater.
These last couple of years have been challenging for Oberlin. The institution has not been portrayed well by the press and alumni have shared their frustrations with the college and their peers through all means of communication.
It would be great if we could come together for some positive conversations too. This Valentine's Day, I hope you will join me by sharing #ObieLove. How? Share three things you love most about Oberlin and tag three of your friends on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram to help share the message. Make sure to tag Oberlin College in your post and use the hashtag #ObieLove so that the Oberlin community can celebrate your love for Oberlin.
The three things I love most about Oberlin are: our intergenerational, lifelong community that is spread across the globe, the devotion of our faculty to students and alumni, and how much we care, especially when challenged. I hope you will help add your voice to this conversation by sharing what you love most about Oberlin. To make it easier for you to share, here are the Obie Mine Valentine graphics for Facebook and Twitter.
I wish you a very happy Valentine's Day.
Never go into a grocery store when you’re hungry. It takes much more mindfulness and even a lion’s roar to resist, nay, survive, the chicken.
At first I thought the title was one of those SAT-type analogies:
"Lion's Roar : How to Survive Anything :: Chicken : Mindfulness."
I spent a few seconds trying to see the connection before I read the text.
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