Reading: (on-going) Indo-Tibetan Buddhism; (since yesterday) The Recognition of Henry David Thoreau, edited by Wendell Glick; The Tibetan Book of the Great Liberation, edited by W.Y. Evans-Wentz, with a (priceless, fatuous, totally humbuggous--I know without having read it [because any poop-head who could postulate an anima in men and an animus in women, is, by definition, a priceless, fatuous, humbug]--commentary by Carl Gustav Jung, which takes up half the damned book--Jesus fucking Christ!). The Cup of my Disgust at the devolution of Buddhism into the nasty, cannibalistic, piss-drinking, shit-eating, mother-fucking, obscurantist heterosexual mire of Tibetan Tantrism, which was nearly full (despite my best efforts to suspend judgement and disbelief), utterly slopped over when I started re-reading the pure and noble, better-than-Tathagatan, utterly clean, perfect, gay, individualist, pantheist ethical philosophy of the Sage of Walden Pond. Who the hell needs Buddha? Not I.

Axioms that I adhere to:

1. Nothing is to be learnt from insanity (e.g., Freud, de Sade, Jung, Ann Coulter, M. B. Eddy)

2. Never leave any baby in it when you throw out the bath.

3. If a thing is funny, it's true.

4. The only things wrong with Jews, Negroes, and the Irish are their music and their culture.

5. There are two kinds of people: Those who dread being a public nuisance, and those who don't.

6. The other two kinds of people are: Those who dread making anybody else a captive audience, and those who don't dread it.

7. If anybody asks you if you think they're crazy, say no--They're crazy.

8. People who love anchovies (cilantro, Broadway musicals) can't imagine why anybody would hate them.

9. Always believe the evidence of your senses.

10. Always trust the judgement of your sensibilities.