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|Location||Pasadena, Maryland, United States|
|Introduction||I grew up in Northeast Texas on the rural edge of a small dairy town, reading all kinds of animals, gardens, trees, and grandparents like scripture. My first career was teaching college English, the second was pastoring in an evangelical church, and the last was developing curricula. I've always enjoyed packaging information people found useful. In the beginning, The Quest meant religion, but the language the arts use edged out theologies. I was just trying to expand calm and cheer, how to shrink fear and anger and judgmental rigidity. Maybe reading books helped de-construct the cherished wreckage I inherited, but it didn't give me anything that modified feeling and behavior—I just evolved into a more intelligent jerk. I was like a city-dweller who wanted organic food, but didn't plant seeds, keep them watered, get dirty, and repel pests. Mainly, I complained about the food I was eating. Finally, five years ago, I started to meditate. It was an instant fit; the side-effects were very nice. It seems to "weed the garden". What still occupies me steadily is just how to become more alive, less stuck in afflictive emotions, more present to "Things As It Is [sic]."|
|Interests||sitting zen, my wife, web-design, poetry, film (watching and making), food|
|Favorite Movies||Moonstruck, American Beauty, Spring Summer Fall Winter . . and Spring, Something's Got to Give|
|Favorite Music||everything Bach, Buena Vista Social Club, Alison Kraus, most Dylan, lotsa Dead|
|Favorite Books||Crooked Cucumber, Bring Me the Rhinoceros, Moon by Whalelight|
Whoops! Your tongue is now a magnet. Whatever will you use for silverware?
Easy. My fingers, and/or chopsticks.