[MD] I didn't have a song

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What does blinking orange  battery icon on the vaio indicate. If it is on all the time, does it mean note book is on battery and not charging leading to shut down. Problem could be the socket or the charger conector.
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From: Dan Glover <daneglover at gmail.com>
Sender: moq_discuss-bounces at lists.moqtalk.orgDate: Sat, 21 Apr 2012 20:11:27 
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Hello everyone

Hey John, it's good to hear from you again! Thank you for writing. And
yes... that is what I'm doing here... that's what I've always been
doing here, trying to make connections with other like-minded folk.
Every word I write I write in hopes of connecting with someone, if
even just one person, if only myself.

To tell the truth, when I first read ZMM (and I use that acronym
simply because everyone knows what it means... I am not leaving out
art... it is short for Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and
art is an intrinsic part of it, of course) I didn't see the fuss. I
thought everyone knew that quality had the upper hand in all our
affairs. But everyone doesn't know that, and unfortunately the ones
who need reminders the most are the very people who refuse to read
books like ZMM and Lila. But what of that...

I've never been much into philosophy and I've never taken any college
courses, community or otherwise. Like Leonard Cohen I didn't have a
voice... not until I began reading writers like Robert Pirsig and many
thousand others. I came to understand that I could never be like all
those wonderful writers... I had to find my own way, my own self. I
came to see that my voice is continually seeking for something it will
never find... that this is the way of all art, of all creation, of
bringing that into being which has never been before.

I work at becoming better every day... even now I am engaged in
reaching out, engaged in the struggle of finding just the right words,
the right inflection, the right course of action that will lead to a
more fruitful and fulfilling way of putting this and putting that.
There are no textbooks for becoming better. There are no teachers to
show the way... at least none that I have found. If it were only that
simple...

So each night I park myself in front of a blank computer screen and I
fill it with words and in doing so I bring a world inside my head
outside, so to speak. But that's not quite right. I tap into a place
that is as large as all the universe and yet as miniscule as a single
atom... but not really, if you take my meaning. For this place isn't a
place at all. And if I knew how to get there I might stay there all
the time.

Anyway... good to talk again, and don't be a stranger!

Thank you,

Dan

http://www.danglover.com

On Sat, Apr 21, 2012 at 11:16 AM,  <ridgecoyote at gmail.com> wrote:
>  It was community college that changed my life, philosophy class and George Sessions who introduced me to Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.
>
> And incidentally, have I ever told you all how I dislike the initials ZMM?  It leaves out the A for art, and it is Art that transforms our lives and it was the Art of that book at that time, when so much else was going on with me in philosophy and deep ecology, that shook my core and rearranged my goals in life from being an attorney to being a carpenter/philosopher/poet.  A failure in most eyes, true. But a success in my own and that's the important thing.
>
> So I was kinda chagrined when my creative writing teacher back then, said at first that he didn't like ZAMM. He didn't like all the metaphysics, he'd been expecting something different.  But the book got so much praise, he read it again and realized he hadn't read it aright the first time.  He'd completely misunderstood what that book was all about. It wasn't about Zen. It wasn't about motorcycle maintenance and it wasn't about Art or philosophy or metaphysics. It was about, he claimed, a man seeking a lost connection with his son.  And reading it in that light, he greatly enjoyed it.
>
> Now at that time, I didn't appreciate his "review". I didn't have kids yet. That book held the vital keys to gaps in my philosophical thinking and my appreciation for it on that level was so vast that I couldn't understand how anybody else could read it and walk away without realizing it changes everything. In the years following, I even sort of expected the world to star changing. The lid had been ripped  off the mental box in which we were all trapped. How come nobody else realized ?  Why wasn't the world changing ?  The book ended so optimistically with the promise that everything was gonna be all right somehow.
>
> I was like that child, arms wrapped around my dad, trusting him to keep the bike upright and the wheels a-churning and to get us where we needed to go.  I'm older now, with kids of my own and I'm starting to see more and more the wisdom of that creative writing teacher whose name I don't recall.
>
> What we do here is not about the metaphysics, it's not about Quality even. It's about trying to make connections to each other in a world that rips us apart. And I'm grateful indeed for the artists who try.
>
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