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Notes from the Dalai Lama’s Talk: “The Power of Compassion”

Here are my notes from the Dalai Lama’s appearance at Accordion City’s SkyDome on Sunday, April 25th. I took them with pen and paper and transcribed them here.

Anything in quotation marks is a direct quote of the speaker. I’m basically following the rules of “citizen journalism”, which Lisa Williams explains very eloquently in this post on her blog. Fortunately for me, the Dalai Lama’s English is very close to note form.

Media reports on the event:


Opener: Bill Cameron

  • Greetings to all 25,000 in attendance
  • So many different ages and races in the audience
  • SkyDome is normally a place of struggle and competition (“Nothing wrong with that…especially when the Blue Jays are winning”)
  • But today, it’s about peace, harmony and compassion
  • In my industry [television], one of the greatest fears is silence, or what is called “dead air”
  • managers try and fill dead air with voices, musics, blaring sirens and horns
  • Let’s take a moment to enjoy that silence — the silence of 25,000 people together in harmony, and let’s call it “live air”
  • Introduction of Tibetan Institute of Performing Arts troupe performing a “Luck Dance”
  • Dance appeared to 5th Dalai Lama in a dream
  • Short film: Tibet’s Stolen Child
  • About the 11th Panchen Lama: kidnapped by Chinese government in 1989, still under house arrest today
  • His birthday is today
  • Chinese gov’t have produced their own Panchen Lama, who is their puppet
  • Narrated by the unmistakeable voice of Patrick Stewart
  • Speakers in the film:
  • For more information, visit www.tashilhunpo.org

Introduction: Justin Trudeau

(Justin Trudeau is the eldest son of former prime minister Pierre Elliott Trudeau. He gained some fame and admiration in 2000 for his very moving “Je t’aime, Papa” eulogy at his father’s funeral. Depending on whom you ask, Pierre Trudeau is the symbol of what’s right or what’s wrong with Canada.)

  • The Dalai Lama is “someone who knows how to get along just fine…with just about everyone.”
  • Sometimes hard to define words like “compassion” or “love” — esp. when we say things like “I love my shampoo” or when “freedom” means a new convertible — “or an SUV if you live in the Himalayas.”
  • Canada is a country of optimists, hope, compassion and acceptance
  • “We’re just not as good at it as he is.”

Presentation: The Dalai Lama

  • “We are same”
  • We have equal potential for good and for bad
  • “No one one hundred percent bad.”
  • Education is important: “Not just for mere knowledge, but something good for happier life.”
  • Pointed out that education does not guarantee happiness
  • Believes in promotion of human values and religious harmony
  • “If you come here with great expectation, I have nothing to offer you. Just empty words.”
  • Spent majority of his life in exile
  • “Very lazy student”: When it comes to math, geography and world history, “my knowledge is almost zero”
  • Compassion: “Some kind of closeness felling, sense of concern, with respect”
  • From compassion comes “truthful”, which leads to self-confidence, which in turn leads to hope
  • Peace: “Not just the mere absence of violence” — “Peace is the expression of compassion”
  • We learn compassion from the start with a mother’s love (and the love of those who care for us when we are young and helpless)
  • World is heavily interconnected today because of our population growth, technology and economy
  • We and they no longer there: we are part of they, and they a part of we.”
  • Much of today’s violence has causes that go back to the 18th, 19th and 20th centuries
  • Violence creates more hatred in the other’s mind
  • War: “I usually feel like legalized violence”
  • War is different today: “Destruction of your enemy is destruction of yourself.”
  • “The best way is to dialogue.”
  • 20th century became “century of violence” — “21st century should be century of dialogue”
  • Compassion:
    • “bring us self-confidence”
    • “bring us respect of others”
    • “bring us peaceful calm mind
  • “I think you feel that sometimes our leaders should have more compassion” (applause)
  • Storyabout politician friend in India who said: “I am a politician, and as apolitician, I don’t know much about spirituality and ethics.”
  • “Leaders…politicians…in the mind, something happen. [Points to head] It’s dangerous!” (laughter)
  • Suggestions that world leaders get together for a large gathering with their families and not discuss politics. Just get to know each other and each other’s families. Develop compassion for each other.
  • Story about how he used to fight with his older brothewr as a child: compassion overcomes differences.
  • Compassion not just a religious matter: “So long as we are human being…these deeper values are very necessary”
  • Material developments are necessary, but must be “combined with human value”
  • The term “secular”: “Not rejection of religion, but respect all religion and respect non-believer”
  • Encouraged audience to think about compassion and human values: “Use this [points to head] as your laboratory…not expensive! Nobody pay!”
  • “If you think my points are nonsense, then forget it, no problem.”

Q&A session

What is the biggest problem facing humanity today?

  • Population explosion, especially in the 3rd world
  • Gap between rich and poor
  • Recalling visit to Washington DC: even in the capital of the world’s richest nation, there are poor
  • India’s real transformation must take place not in its cities, but in the rural areas

Why does it seem that there is more negativity than positivity in the world today?

  • “I do not agree world becoming more problem”
  • “You just seeing locally”
  • “Rule of kindness and compassion stronger”
  • “If we really ruthless and not care, we would not have population problem”
  • Story about German physicist friend
    • Teaches him quantum mechanics: “I have keen interest in quantum physics”, but “great teacher, hopeless student”
    • Physicist related how earlier, France was consider the enemy, now “just a neighbour”
    • We look at war differently now — then, more people did not question; now, we ask if it’s necessary and if we don’t belive so, we protest, worldwide
    • We are more concerned about the environment than ever
    • All are signs that there is hope for us as a species

Along with compassion, what other qualities do we need?

  • Knowledge: to see more clearly, to see past appearances
  • “Hatred must have some kind of independent object to hate”, and the target is often chosen based on appearances
  • “Compassion need no specific target”, and based on reality, which can only be perceived through knowledge

Where do you get all your energy?

  • “Good sleep — sometimes 7 hours…sometimes 9 hours, 10 hours…”
  • Heavy breakfast after fasting
  • His peace of mind also a source of energy
  • “Sometimes I feel like ocean. Waves come on surface [makes wave-like motion with hand] but underneath is calm.”

How can we help you to go home?

  • “Buy one ticket from here to Peking, from Peking to Lhasa.” [laughter]
  • “But then, the reality more complicated.” [laughter]
  • “For last 45 years, my physical outside Tibet, but people in Tibet recognize my presence outside useful to them.”
  • Does not believe in disintegration of China, nor separation of Tibet from China
  • “Tibetan, Chinese,” people of all countries, “there is no difference”
  • Instead, favours Tibet staying in China and having “meaningful implementation of autonomy” — “it is already provided for in Chinese constitution” — what’s good for Tibet will also benefit autonomous regions like Taiwan
  • Today, China changing compared 20 years ago: “Judging from brader picture, there is hope”
  • China is going through a transition period, and “smooth transition good for everyone.”
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Boston People Eat Weird Food, Man

Taken last Sunday near Boston Common:

Not just fried dough, but unattended fried dough!

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Tuesday Night Fun

For those of you who do not live in Accordion City or its environs,

you might not be aware that The Maple Leafs won the playoffs against

the Ottawa Senators on Tuesday. This city is famous for loving its

hockey team as a mother loves her ne’er-do-well son, so even though there’s a long way to go

before the end of the playoffs, the streets went wild with the sounds of revelry.


Paul and I decided to enjoy some of the post-victory partying, so we

decided to go out, find a bar and hoist pints of ale with whatever

celebrants we could find. We walked south on Spadina to recharge our

wallets at the nearby ATM when we ran into the first partier of the

evening:

“Duuuuuuuuuuuuude!”

The streets were filling with cars full of fans waving Maple Leafs

flags, honking their horns and yelling “Go Leafs go!” I managed to whip

up more than a few into a frenzy of screaming, honking and high-beam

headlight flashing by playing the “Spanish Bullfight Chords”

followed by the “Charge!” theme on the accordion. I got an even better

response by playing the theme to Hockey Night in Canada, [261K MP3] which might as well be our second national anthem.


The bars on Queen Street were a little quiet for our liking. This

shouldn’t have come as a surprise, as Queen Street West is home to

hipster/live music bars, not sports bars.

“We need a bar where a man can drink plebian ales, wear his baseball cap backwards and enjoy the company of comely puckbunnies,” I said in my best beer commercial voice.

Hooters!” said Paul.

“You, my good friend, are a genius.”

You’d think that Hooters (where I usually meet our family’s

insurance agent Art — it’s his favourite place to meet with his male

clients, including Dad) would be packed on a game 7 playoff night.

However, that wasn’t the case; only a handful of tables were occupied,

and they were all being watched over by a couple of waitresses with

little to do.

We looked across Adelaide Street and saw that the Fox and Fiddle was

hopping. We went inside and took a couple fo stools at the upstairs

bar. Paul noticed that the stage was set up for a band and pointed it

out.

“I wonder…” I said, looking around until I saw the poster: “JAM NIGHT: Bring an instrument or come sing”.

Bingo.


The band was called Sonic Playground,

and their first set consisted of pop and rock cover tunes, all played

note-perfectly. You could tell by their way they played and

communicated with each other using nods and sidelong glances that they’d been playing together quite regularly for some time.

We decided to get a seat closer to the band. The area around the

stage was full of underweight women wearing slightly-too-small Maple

Leafs t-shirts and their overweight boyfriends wearing waaay-too-large

Maple Leafs jerseys. We found a table occupied by a girl sitting alone and asked if we could join her.

“Sure,” she said, looking at the display of her cell phone intensely, “I’m just waiting for a friend.”

“It looks like we have an accordion in the house!” said Sheri, the band’s lead vocalist. “Are you gonna play some polka?”

“AC/DC!” I yelled back.

“This oughta be good,” said Jay the guitarist.

The band finished its first set and took a quick break, after which

they started going through the list of people who wanted to sing or jam

with the band. Although I was not the first to get to the list, the

people before me signed up for the fourth, fifth or sixth slots; no one

wated to be first. Sicne the first slot was open, I took it.

“Let’s hear it for the guy with accordion!” Sheri said as I took the stage.

“You Shook Me All Night Long, right? In the original key?” asked Peter the bassist.

“Original key, G, yeah,” I replied, to which I got a nod and the opening guitar chords.

Here’s a still photo of what it looked like…

“I’d like to dedicate this number to a specific owner of American thighs…”

…and here’s a video [3 MB, MPEG; the sound is quite distorted, so turn your volume down].

You Shook Me All Night Long

is a guaranteed crowd pleaser just about anywhere in the world, and

when done with an accordion, the crowd reaction is always better. The

band want kind enough to let me have the solo, and I think Angus Young

would’ve approved of my work that night.

At the end of the number and after the applaused died down, I was about to step off the stage when Sheri and Jay stopped me.

“Hey! Why don’t you stay on and do another number with us?”

“I’d love to,” I replied. “Which one?”

“You pick,” said Jay.

“Hmmm…what do you guys know?” Noting that they were pretty

up-to-date with their cover tunes, I took a wild guess. “I do a pretty

decent version of Outkast’s Hey Ya…”

“Hey! We do that!” said Sheri.

“Okay, then…Hey Ya! One, Two, Three, UH! My baby don’t mess around because she loves me so and this I know fo’ sho’…”

Most of the bar got up and danced for this number. Years of being a

street musician served me well for this number: I managed to dodge out

of the way as a big guy in a Tie Domi jersey tripped ands fell onto the

stage while trying to impress the puckbunnies with fancy footwork.

All right, now fellas! What’s cooler than bein’ cool? SQUEEZE BOX!


All in all, a fun Tuesday evening. Perhaps I’ll have to drop by during their next jam night appearance (Tuesday, May 4th).

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Here Comes Your MP3 (or: Live Recordings of the Pixies’ First Concert in Over a Decade)

The good news: I secured four tickets to the Pixies reunion tour show!

The bad news: I’ll have to wait a bit. They’re playing Accordion City on November 24th. I’ll be 37 then (my birthday’s November 5th).

In the meantime, I’ll have to wait and make do with these very well-recorded MP3s of the Pixies’ first live show in 12 years. They were recorded straight off the soundboard at the Fine Line Music Cafe in Minneapolis on April 13th.

This is a big collection of files, so they’re being distributed by BitTorrent (written by my friend Bram Cohen, who I’m glad is finally reaping some rewards for writing this fine piece of software). You can download BitTorrent here.

Here’s the set list for the show:

1. Bone Machine
2. Wave of Mutilation
3. U-Mass
4. Levitate Me
5. Broken Face
6. Monkey Gone To Heaven
7. Holiday Song
8. Winterlong
9. Nimrod’s Song
10. La La Love You
11. Ed Is dead
12. Here Comes Your Man
13. Vamos
14. Debaser
15. Dead
16. Number 13 Baby
17. Tame
18. Gigantic
19. Gouge Away
20. Caribou

Encore:

21. Isla De Encanta
22. Velouria
23. In Heaven->Wave of Mutilation (UK Surf)
24. Where Is My Mind?
25. Into The White

I’m listening to them right now, and lovin’ ’em!

(And yes, Meryle, I’ll burn you a copy on CD-ROM for your birthday.)

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"The Crepuscule" (or: Avenue Victor Hugo Books is Closing Its Doors)

The Redhead and I spent Sunday touring through downtown Boston, and while walking down Newbury Street (which in Accordion City terms, is like splicing Queen Street West, College Street West and Yorkville together), we stumbled into Avenue Victor Hugo Books, a used bookseller (alas, we don’t have a nice single word like the French do: bouquiniste).

I knew about the store since I remember reading the little writing

exercise/stunt in which Harlan Ellison spent three days sitting in

their window display writing short stories.

We noticed a sign in their front window announcing that after 29 years

in the bouquiniste business, they were closing their doors. Every book

in the store was being sold for half its marked price. Being avid

readers, the Redhead and I went in.

The store’s shelves, which have been fitted into every possible nook

and cranny, are groaning with books. I could spend days just hanging

out in this place, thumbing through old volumes.

The picture above shows a little nook into which a chair was placed for

the serious reader who wants to examine potential purchases very

carefully. I spent about a half hour here engrossed in some E. F. Schumacher.

The Redhead and I each walked out with a half-dozen books. Just for laughs, I topped off my purchases with a copy of Left Behind, just to see what the fuss is about. I’m prepared to be amused in that “so bad it’s good” way.

Right by the cashier were photocopied sheets with a short essay titled The Crepuscule

(Psst! That means “twilight”!). Subtitled “Twelve reasons for the death

of small and independent book stores”, it is a indictment of those who

helped kill the small and independent book store.

I asked the store for permission to reprublish the essay here. They

consented being quick to point out that while the essay points the

finger at others, the store management also acknowledges their own role

in the demise of the store (one has to wonder what it takes for a store

that sells books on the cheap to fail in the most college-y of college

towns).

The Crepuscule

Twelve reasons for the death of small and independent book stores

Ever

thankful to those who made the effort before us, with heartfelt

apologies to those who are still in the fight and the few who support

them–offered upon the closing of Avenue Victor Hugo Bookshop in Boston.

1. Corporate law

(and the politicians, lawyers, businessmen and accountants who created

it for their own benefit)–a legal fiction with more rights than the

individual citizen, which allows the likes of Barnes & Noble and

Walmart to write off the losses of a store in Massachusetts against the

profit of another in California, while paying taxes in Delaware–for

making ‘competition’ a joke and turning the free market down the dark

road toward state capitalism.

2. Publishers–marketing

their product like so much soap or breakfast cereal, aiming at

demographics instead of people, looking for the biggest immediate

return instead of considering the future of their industry, ignoring

the art of typography, the craft of binding, and needs of editing, all

to make a cheapened product of glue and glitz–for being careless of a

500 year heritage with devastating result.

3. Book buyers–those

who want the ‘convenience’ and ‘cost savings’ of shopping in malls,

over the quaint, the dusty, or the unique; who buy books according to

price instead of content, and prefer what is popular over what is

good–for creating a mass market of the cheap, the loud, and the shiny.

4. Writers–who sell their

souls to be published, write what is already being written or choose

the new for its own sake, opt to feed the demands of editors rather

than do their own best work, place style over substance, and bear no

standards–for boring their readers unto television.

5. Booksellers–who

supply the artificial demand created by marketing departments for the

short term gain, accept second class treatment from publishers, push

what is ‘hot’ instead of developing the long term interest of the

reader–for failing to promote quality of content and excellence in

book making.

6. Government

(local, state and federal)–which taxes commercial property to the

maximum, driving out the smaller and marginal businesses which are both

the seed of future enterprise and the tradition of the past, while

giving tax breaks to chain stores, thus killing the personality of a

city–for producing the burden of tax codes only accountants can love.

7. Librarians–once

the guardians, who now watch over their budgets instead–for destroying

books which would last centuries to find room for disks and tapes which

disintegrate in a few years and require costly maintenance or

replacement by equipment soon to be obsolete.

8. Book collectors–who

have metamorphosed from book worms to moths attracted only to the

bright; once the sentinels of a favorite author’s work, now mere

speculators on the ephemeral product of celebrity–for putting books on

the same level with beanie babies.

9. Teachers–assigning

books because of topical appeal, or because of their own lazy

familiarity, instead of choosing what is best; thus a tale about the

teenage angst of a World War Two era prep school boy is pushed at

students who do not know when World War Two took place–for failing to

pass the torch of civilization to the next generation.

10. Editors–who

have forgotten the editorial craft–for servicing the marketing

department, pursuing fast results and name recognition over quality of

content and offering authors the Faustian bargain of fame and fortune,

while pleading their best intentions like goats.

11. Reviewers–for

promoting what is being advertised, puffing the famous to gain

attention, being petty and personal, and praising the obscure with

priestly authority–all the while being paid by the word.

12. The Public–those

who do not read books, or can not find the time; who live by the

flickering light of the television, and will be the first to fear the

darkening of civilization–for not caring about consequences.

Thus, we come to the twilight of the age of books; to the closing of

the mind; to the pitiful end of the quest for knowledge–and stare into

the cold abyss of night.

John Usher

From THE HOUND by John Usher, copyright 2004. Permission to reproduce is granted to all upon request with proper attribution.

This essay garnered a number of nasty comments. The person whom I

contacted at the store told me that some people seem to have taken it

personally, interpreting it as an attack on their character (or at

least their lack of bibliophilia).

What do you think? What’s the state of small and independent book stores where you live?

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Recently discovered photos from Ashley’s wedding

Here are some photos of me and The Redhead at the wedding of my friends Ashley Bristowe and Chris “Turner” Turner (author of the upcoming book Planet Simpson: How a Cartoon Masterpiece Documented an Era and Defined a Generation), which took place in early January in the beautifully mountainous Canmore, Alberta:

“My baby don’ mess around because she loves me so, and this I know fo’ sho’…”

I don’t think this even needs a caption. Oh, what the hey: this photo is proof positive that if Tony Pierce and I were to team up, we would be unstoppable. How ’bout it, Tony?

The Redhead and me, taking in the after-dinner speeches.

Awwwwwwwww…

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Today in "The Farm": Starting Salary Stories

Over at The Farm: The Tucows Developers’ Hangout, I have a long-ish entry covering starting salaries, some advice on how to make

more money as a programmer and my first programming job, which paid

CDN$12.50 an hour.