Housebound

Housebound is a 2014 New Zealand horror comedy film written, edited, and directed by Gerard Johnstone. It is his feature film directorial debut.^[1] The film had its world premiere on March 10, 2014, at South by Southwest and starsMorgana O'Reilly as a woman sentenced to house arrest in a potentially haunted house.


ME: Great movie. A little slow starting once it gets going to catch the. Seriously, watch this movie. It's not what you think.

Blog written while listening to 

IRON & WINE Essential Songs on YouTube.

André Breton (French: [ɑ̃dʁe bʁətɔ̃]; 19 February 1896 – 28 September 1966) was a French writer and poet. He is known best as the founder of Surrealism. His writings include the first Surrealist Manifesto (Manifeste du surréalisme) of 1924, in which he defined surrealism as "pure psychic automatism".

Breton married three times:

• His first wife, from 1921 to 1931, was Simone Collinet, née Simone Kahn (1897–1980).
• His second wife was Jacqueline Lamba, with whom he had his only child, a daughter named Aube.
• His third wife was Elisa Claro.

 Jacqueline Lamba Breton (sometimes Jacqueline Lamba or Jacqueline Lamba-Breton; November 17, 1910, Saint-Mandé – July 20, 1993, Rochecorbon) was aFrench^[1] (one source incorrectly has "American")^[2] painter perhaps best known as the second wife of André Breton and "the subject of many of his poems".^[3] With Breton she had a daughter, Aube Elléouët Breton. She and Breton separated in 1943. Lamba later married David Hare, an American sculptor.^[4]

Lamba participated in the Surrealist Movement between 1934-1947.^[5] It is claimed she had a sexual affair with fellow artist Frida Kahlo.

For the last five years of her life, Lamba suffered from Alzheimer's disease.

This blog is structured around all the pictures and downloads from my phone and my tablet.
It resembles the tumbler sites where most of the pictures came from.
I will coin a new term, fumble or. Or maybe, stumbler. Or… Maybe bumbler would better describe what I'm doing.

I bought this little tree for $10 last year right after Father's Day. Brought it home stuck underground with little fanfare. It has survived survived and thrived. I now have two peaches on it. And the memory of pruning it with my mother.

Another memory of my mother. Baking many cream pies. And the oldest boy made a caramelized banana sauce to go on top. With green a must… With green whipped cream… Finally

This is what substitutes for conversation today's world. Even though they may all be playing a trivia game together. Crazy, right?

This is just good home cooking. Broiled asparagus, portobello mushrooms carrots and peas, green chili cheese grits, and barbecue pork ribs. Get a glass of tea you make your play
make your plate.

A properly seasoned cast-iron pan is better than any Teflon pan made

Heads second painting

A simple vendor fresh corn on the call, sautéed portobello mushrooms, sloppy Joe sliders, and all the watermelon you can.
Eat

This is how the oldest boy makes chicken parm

The Texas favorite, Chicken Fried steak with cream gravy and a loaded baked potato. Aside salad is all you need. And PBR

The quick chicken stirfry with lots of fresh vegetables.

A quick lasagna fresh mozzarella and zucchini and mushrooms. There are never any leftovers when you make a small batch

Even a simple sandwich with some cattle chips can make a great meal.

It has been a hard week and it is time to relax

Go to the park and listen to Charlotte corn seen her ass off… Seeing her ass off… sing her ass off.

 Model Alley in College Station Texas running beside chicken. When Texas A&M used to play the SMU Mustangs the young cadets would make homemade spurs out of the bottle caps and coat hangers and where there moment shoes all week to spur the Mustangs
those were the good old days when Texas A&M and SMU and Texas and Houston and Texas Tech and rice TCU and Baylor and Arkansas made at the Southwest conference. Bad decision to go into the a 12. Good decision for A&M to move on to the SEC

I want to thank my parents for introducing me to the world of books. Correction, worlds of books.

It's funny because their boots
boobs

Anybody want a horse around?

In case you can't tell that's a chilling reality no and red beans and yes that's a paper plate. Simple things can be great

There is nothing, nothing like a homemade Tex-Mex dinner shared with family.

"I will live this day as if it is my last.

Feeling every sensation fully.

In absolute Surrender and totally immersed in the Mystery of this Eternal moment.

Fully engaged. Fully Alive!"

- The Door of 

Everything (via the-door-of-everything)

It’s messing people up, this social pressure to “find your passion” and “know what it is you want to do”. It’s perfectly fine to just live your moments fully, and marvel as many small and large passions, many small and large purposes enter and leave your life. For many people there is no realization, no bliss to follow, no discovery of your life’s purpose. This isn’t sad, it’s just the way things are. Stop trying to find the forest and just enjoy the trees."

Sally Coulter

We compare ourselves to Ramana Maharshi or the Dalai Lama or Buddha or Eckhart Tolle or whoever we think is deeply enlightened, and we tell ourselves that we have a long way to go, that we’ll never be like them, that enlightenment is a distant and probably unreachable goal. But curiously, if we listen to these people or others like them, they are telling us something quite different. They are telling us that enlightenment is right here and that it belongs to no one."

Joan Tollifson

These seven words, ‘This is it and this is sufficient’, are the most simple way I have ever found to sum up liberation. When oneness is seen, which can only happen when the person is not there to see it, then it is realised not only that this is all there is, but that this is enough. When the grimy veil of the person is not there diminishing and taking for granted the everyday, and clamouring for something more exciting to happen, then the ordinary becomes transformed into this wonderful play of consciousness.

Seeing oneness is the end of searching, because when the everyday is seen as a miracle there is no need to search for anything else to spice up life with. The leaves rustling in the wind, the texture of a dog’s coat as it is stroked in the park, the taste of fresh coffee on the verandah of the cafe are seen to be enough. This is why although liberation has no necessary implications, there tends to be relaxation and a profound enjoyment of simple things when the person has dropped away.

living life: one triiip at a time

.:Dee .:☯:. 21:.

Proceed With Caution:

The following posts are only a glimpse into the kaleidoscopic mess that goes on inside my head

"Relationship is a mirror. Wherever you are related with a person — a wife, a husband, a friend, a lover, an enemy — a mirror is there. The wife mirrors the husband. You can see yourself there, and if you see an ugly husband, don’t try to leave your wife — the ugliness is in you. Drop that ugliness! This mirror is beautiful, and be thankful to this mirror. But stupid and cowardly people always escape and renounce; brave and wise people always live in relationship, and use it as a mirror. Living with someone is a constant mirroring around you. Every moment the other reveals you, exposes you. The closer the relationship, the clearer is the mirror: the more distant the relationship, the mirror is not so clear. ~ Osho

"Awareness is a word, and it gets used in different ways. Because it is a noun, it suggests some-THING, but it’s not really pointing to an object or a particular experience. What the word is pointing to is not a concept but an undeniable, nonconceptual reality that is here right now. Right now, awareness is here, beholding these words, this Facebook post and everything else that is showing up in this moment.

Sometimes the word awareness is used to indicate the primordial ground of being (the Ultimate Subject, the water in every wave, the experiencing that is present as every different experience). Sometimes the word awareness is used more narrowly to indicate the light behind attention. In the first usage, we would say awareness is always present, but in the latter usage, we might speak of “becoming more aware” or “being unaware” or “cultivating awareness.” In both cases, as either the primordial ground of being or as the light behind attention, awareness is a nonconceptual knowingness that is direct, immediate and (as they say in Zen) most intimate. It might also be called unconditional love.

We could say that awareness is the light that is revealing this present moment. Awareness is prior to thought, upstream from thought—but it is not opposed to thought. It is here before thought, during thought, and after thought. Awareness is what sees and recognizes that a thought is a thought. Awareness is sometimes compared to the empty mirror within which every changing reflection appears, or the unchanging screen on which all the different scenes in a movie play out. When we watch a movie, we are always seeing the screen, but we don’t notice that fact because our attention is absorbed in the story and drama of the movie, all of which seems to obscure the screen (but in fact, never really hides it). These different analogies can all be helpful pointers, but remember that they are only maps.

If you’re feeling confused about awareness, you won’t clarify all this by thinking about it. It’s more about simply noticing the nature of your own immediate experiencing right now, noticing that there is something going on right now besides thinking. And also noticing that when you turn your attention around to find the “you” who is turning your attention around or thinking your thoughts, you find no-thing back there—instead, you encounter empty space, vastness—EVERYTHING—but not the “you” that thought and imagination have been insisting is back there (or in here), behind the curtain like the Wizard of Oz, experiencing and authoring and doing “your life.” This entity turns out to be a mental image, a thought-story, a neurological sensation—a kind of mirage—but whenever we turn to find it, it isn’t there.

All the words (“awareness” and “thinking” and “primordial ground of being”) are only pointers or maps that bring our attention to various aspects or qualities of this living reality that is right here before the words. But if we focus only or primarily on the words—i.e., on the map and not the territory itself—if we try to clarify all this mainly by thinking, we end up very confused. The truth is simple, obvious and actually unavoidable. But our thoughts ABOUT the truth can get very complex, confusing and mystifying. If we’re confused, it’s a clue that thinking is overshadowing everything else. Is it possible instead to simply be here in this moment—hearing the traffic or the birdsong, feeling the breathing and the sensations in the body—simply BEING? In that simple aware presence, without thinking, is there any confusion? Is anything lacking?

If it seems as if there is something lacking, what is it that makes us say that? What are we referring to or referencing when we say that something is lacking? Is it a sensation? A subtle thought-story? What is it that we are calling “lack”? What does it feel like, this lacking? Where is it located in the body? Can we simply experience it, wordlessly, without the label, without judgment, without trying to get rid of it or make sense of it? What is it like to simply experience this moment, however it is, without resisting it or trying to manipulate it or wanting it to be different?

True meditation or awakening isn’t about being always calm and blissful and perpetually free of thoughts. It’s simply being awake Here / Now, awake to how it is in this moment—awake as this natural seeing-hearing-breathing-sensing-thinking-awaring presence that we effortlessly always already are. How simple can this be?

Thought tells us that we are an independent somebody and that we have a serious problem. Something is lacking or not quite right. There are many elaborate systems for dissolving this imaginary problem and enlightening this mirage-like self. There are many stories, books, scriptures, teachers, teachings…many methods and non-methods…meditation, no meditation…gurus and anti-gurus…and it can all seem very complicated and confusing. Who to believe? What to do?

You might just notice that whatever you are doing or thinking or hearing or seeing in this moment is happening by itself. Reading these words, responding in whatever ways you are responding, hearing the street traffic or the neighbor’s television, feeling the tingling in your toe or the ache in your shoulder….breathing, heart beating, blood circulating, thoughts popping up, feelings, movement…acting, speaking, listening, sleeping, waking, dreaming, imagining. Who or what is doing all of this? How is it all happening? You may notice a huge sense of relief in the realization that “you” are not managing all of this. “You” are not separate from all of this or in control of any of it. Even the so-called voluntary actions and well-considered decisions are all happening by themselves. “You” don’t know what your next thought, your next impulse, or your next response will be. “You” don’t exist as the separate, encapsulated self that thought and imagination have dreamed up out of thin air.

And it might be noticed that wherever you go, Here you always are as this unbound awaring presence and this undivided present happening (seeing-hearing-breathing-sensing-thinking-conceptualizing); and whatever time of day or night it is, and however old or young you seem to be, it is always this timeless and eternal Now. It might be noticed how simple and effortless Here / Now is—how it is always effortlessly present, just as it is. Even the apparent effort happens effortlessly. And even the intermittent self-concern and absorption in the story of “me” is an impersonal happening that no one owns, authors, initiates or controls…it is a happening of the whole universe, and it doesn’t mean anything about the fictitious “me” anymore than the weather means anything. It all simply is as it is.

And every night in deep sleep (and actually, moment to moment), it all disappears along with the phantom experiencer-author-doer-caretaker-observer. What remains? What remains in deep sleep is Here / Now. It can neither be grasped nor avoided. It is all there is, and all there is, is this. We can call it God or Consciousness or the Self or primordial Awareness or emptiness or no-thing-ness or blippity-bloop. No word is it. The words are only pointers, and the map is never the territory. If you think about all this, you fall into confusion. But even then, no one has fallen anywhere. It’s all a dream-like movie, gone in an instant."

Joan Tollifson

When you begin to become conscious, more aware, when your eyes begin to open, the first thing you see is how deluded you are and how much you’re holding onto that which makes you suffer. This is, in many ways, the most important step: Are you willing to be aware?

You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.

Jiddu Krishnamurti (

Stop telling yourself that the grass is greener on the other side, because it’s not. It is greener where you water it. So take control of your life and start watering your own pastures and grow your own greener grasses.

Place your hand over your heart. Feel that? That’s called purpose. You’re alive for a reason. Don’t forget it.

"Stop thinking, and end your problems.

What difference between yes and no?

What difference between success and failure?

Must you value what others value,

avoid what others avoid?

How ridiculous!"

Lao Tzu

Daytime sleep is like the sin of the flesh; the more you have the more you want, and yet you feel unhappy, sated and unsated at the same time."