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Make Me Your Guinea Pig

The other day I signed up for a 10 day meditation class/retreat/experience. Way back when I was in LA a friend of mine raved about this particular practice, Vipassana. I meant to go, but ten days was a lot to spare and I didn't get around to it. Since then I think of doing it a couple times a year, but never end up fitting it in. Finally, two days ago, I put my name on a waiting list for a session in California, where I estimate I'll be by the time it comes around.

I don't know much about the particular practice, although the blurbs on the site sound promising. They say things like, "see things as they actually are". Who wouldn't want that?

The real appeal of going, though, is the extremity of it. It's ten days straight of meditating for nine hours. Complete silence. Simple meals, tea, and simple lodging. That's at least ninety hours of meditation I will have under my belt by the time I leave.

Dinner with friends (quote)

On Mike Dariano

I was a home cook, always longing to do more than a simple supper, although my meals, especially when prepared for friends, tended to be stressful affairs, distinguished by two incompatible qualities: their ambition and my lack of experience.

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