So … today, I was in the midst of a normal workday. And I decided to take a brief power nap. However, the nap went longer than expected, and I had a dream.
I love to travel, and I can travel anywhere I want. And, if I could pick anyplace I’d want to go, I’d love to go to India to meet the Dalai Lama.
So … I dreamt about that, but then I woke up. And I had to get back to reality. Whatever that means.
Then, I was looking through stuff on the Internet, and one of my other blogs had a new follower. Yay!
Feel better now?
So … my dream and the Dalai Lama. Just for kicks, I looked up how to contact the Dalai Lama, and here’s what I found.
And then I looked at the Dalai Lama’s three main commitments, and I was thoroughly impressed. #awesome
And then I looked at the Dalai Lama’s life story, and here’s what I found. My heart nearly stopped when I read this part. And I quote:
On the day before the opera festival in the summer of 1950, His Holiness was just coming out of the bathroom at the Norbulingka when he felt the earth beneath begin to move. As the scale of this natural phenomenon began to sink in, people naturally began to say that this was more than a simple earthquake: it was an omen.
Two days later, Regent Tathag received a telegram from the Governor of Kham, based in Chamdo, reporting a raid on a Tibetan post by Chinese soldiers. Already the previous autumn there had been cross-border incursions by Chinese Communists, who stated their intention of liberating Tibet from the hands of imperialist aggressors. It now looked as if the Chinese were making good their threat. If that were so, I was well aware that Tibet was in grave danger for our army mustered no more than 8,500 officers and men. It would be no match for the recently victorious People’s Liberation Army (PLA).
Two months later, in October, news reached Lhasa that an army of 80,000 soldiers of the PLA had crossed the Drichu river east of Chamdo. So the axe had fallen. And soon, Lhasa must fall. As the winter drew on and the news got worse, people began to advocate that His Holiness be given his majority, his full temporal power. The Government consulted the Nechung Oracle, a very tense moment, who came over to where His Holiness was seated and laid a kata, a white offering scarf, on His Holiness’s lap with the words ‘Thu-la bap’, His time has come. At the young age of fifteen, His Holiness was on 17 November 1950 officially enthroned as the temporal leader of Tibet in a ceremony held at the Norbulingka Palace.
What the hell is it about bathrooms?
And on that note, here’s some stuff from the Interwebs:
Oh, for Pete’s Sake! We’re all going to die, eventually.
And that’s just an expression, for Pete’s sake.
Who’s missing from this picture? Does it rhyme with a river in South America?
PPPS: I’ve stopped expurgating (sp?) the swear words in my posts. If you don’t like it, you can just read another blog.
PPPPS: I keep forgetting to post this awesome graphic I found on Google+
It’s been a while since Dick Clark kicked the bucket, so I figured I’d better act fast.
PPPPPS: I love the name Captain Sensible. But I’m just getting started. Video via Nik Nak’s Old Peculiar.
UPDATE: Have you heard this awesome fucking news? #furiouslyhappy