[MD] Rest In Peace Mr Pirsig

Jan Anders Andersson jananderses at telia.com
Mon May 1 14:18:00 PDT 2017 

Dear Albert

I think I have to repeat what I wrote earlier:

"Numbers as quality are quite seductive at the board and in the news but we shall never stop trusting the power of words, dialogue and common agreements.
He pointed at the work of the Swedish royal academy. The members at that board are not using numbers and measures or polls to find out the next winner of the Nobel prize. They are meeting nearly every thursday of the year and talk and talk to each other until they finally find an agreement.”

Real Quality (and aesthetics) takes time. "Time is a resource but the value behind the money is the SAVED time!” (Money and the art of losing Control ch 5.)

all the best

Jan-Anders Andersson



> 1 maj 2017 x kl. 16:43 skrev Albert Mezistrano <albertstrano at gmail.com>:
> 
> Hi all,
> I'm planning on writing an article on aestheticism in the (Sephardic)
> Jewish tradition. As a part of it, I plan on comparing it to an MoQ
> perspective and pay a small tribute to Pirsig's life (to a crowd more or
> less unfamiliar). Does anyone know where he discusses aestheticism? Would
> you happen to have any quotes in mind?
> 
> Thank you, and may we all try to integrate a little more MoQ in our
> everyday lives this month especially.
> 
> Cheer,
> Albert
> 
> On Fri, Apr 28, 2017 at 9:35 AM, Francisco Albano <obsculta57 at yahoo.com>
> wrote:
> 
>> Rest in peace RMP. You have helped me/us consider life and static patterns
>> of value/quality/worth, according to the standard of experienceable Dynamic
>> Quality. Ad altiora, you urge us, for greater service to our brothers and
>> sisters. . . .
>> "El Senor te bendiga y te guarde;
>> el Senor te mire con agrado y te extienda su amor;
>> el Senor te muestre su favor y te conceda la paz."
>>                                          (Numeros 6:24-26)
>> 
>>    On Thursday, April 27, 2017 10:00 PM, Adrie Kintziger <
>> parser666 at gmail.com> wrote:
>> 
>> 
>> Great words indeed , Dan,and it matters to write them.
>> And you did a great job to write and compile Lila's child.It is an
>> important addition.It is a privilege to have worked with Mr Pirsig himself,
>> even via multiple rounds of mails.Probably the amount of work to plough
>> along the archives was not to be underestimated.Equally important was the
>> endevour
>> not to change Pirsig toughts.You kept it intact along the path.
>> Very nice to hear that it induced you to become an author yourself.
>> 
>> Adrie
>> 
>> 
>> 2017-04-27 9:29 GMT+02:00 Dan Glover <daneglover at gmail.com>:
>> 
>>> I'm thinking how in 1974 I found this book with a funny title clinging
>>> to one of those metal racks they used to store books on. You know. The
>>> kind that you could spin around to see all of the titles available. Do
>>> they still have them? Maybe they do. I hope so. I haven't been in a
>>> bookstore for like the next thing to forever what with Amazon and all.
>>> If I remember right I found the book in a grocery store by the
>>> checkout aisle. A store that closed a long long time ago. That was
>>> back before they had Walmarts and box stores on every corner and you'd
>>> go down to the local neighborhood grocery and buy your milk and bread
>>> and sometimes a book or two if you had enough money. I think it cost a
>>> buck ninety five but can't remember for sure. Thereabouts, anyhow. It
>>> was by an author I'd never heard of before and yeah I thought I could
>>> well be wasting my money but the book called to me.
>>> 
>>> I spent the next week maybe two reading the book mostly while sitting
>>> at a picnic table that sorely needed paint down at the park (under
>>> majestic oak trees that would be uprooted the following year when an
>>> F-5 tornado plowed through) over numerous bottles of cheap but
>>> exceedingly potent wine and to say I was taken aback is a bit of a
>>> misnomer. I'd up till that time read lots of books by many different
>>> writers but absolutely none like that. The author seemed to be saying
>>> something important but I couldn't quite say exactly what. Hell. I'd
>>> never been to college. Never even finished high school. I had no way
>>> of relating to what the author was going on about what with Aristotle
>>> and Chautauquas and dripping faucets and yet I understood on some
>>> visceral level that hey maybe there might just be more to life than
>>> hanging out in bars and partying until the moon said goodnight and
>>> consorting with others of low repute like me.
>>> 
>>> I'd like to say the book completely changed my life. How I mended my
>>> wayward ways, quit drinking and partying, went back to school, and
>>> made something of myself. Only I didn't. It didn't. The book. Someone
>>> saw it sitting on my shelf one day and asked to borrow it and I said
>>> here knowing I'd never get it back and how they wouldn't read it
>>> because they thought it was about motorcycle maintenance and I knew it
>>> wasn't. Instead, the years drifted by each one moving a little faster
>>> than the last like maybe I was falling head first into an unseen black
>>> hole  and me getting stretched out a little more with every passing
>>> moment and then one day I noticed whenever I started into reading the
>>> obituaries, a morbid habit I do not recommend, about my old friends
>>> one by one and how they ended their lives in pretty much the same
>>> ignominious fashion. The obits always read how they lived their life
>>> on their own terms and how they died doing what they loved. I wondered
>>> if they really loved drowning in their own vomit all that much. I sort
>>> of doubted it but hey. Who knows.
>>> 
>>> Then I wake up one morning with some biker-looking chick I never saw
>>> before lying in bed beside me and I'm fairly sure if I lift the covers
>>> and look she'll be naked because yep I am and there're empty gin and
>>> whiskey and beer bottles strewn about the house interspersed with
>>> cheap but potent and exceedingly empty wine bottles and me hung over
>>> like a mofo as usual, head pounding stomach queasy eyes like
>>> sandpaper, and it is 1995 and I'm forty-something instead of
>>> twenty-something and when I stumble to the bathroom to puke and happen
>>> to glance into the mirror to make sure I don't have any on me my beard
>>> is no longer a crisp black but rapidly turning white and the same with
>>> my hair. Just like that. It was like I blinked. And the people I used
>>> to know are gone and I'm still living the same lame life only all the
>>> people hanging in the bars are like my kids' age and I just don't fit
>>> in any longer. So then the internet is just beginning to happen. Since
>>> there isn't much else to do I get a provider and play around with the
>>> web some but nothing really appeals all that much. Until a couple
>>> years later when someone I meet in a chatroom suggests how I might
>>> like the Lila Squad.
>>> 
>>> What is the Lila Squad? I asked. Just check it out, he said. Well,
>>> okay. So I did. And lo. They're discussing a book called Lila written
>>> by the same author I read way back in 1974. I didn't realize he'd
>>> written a second novel. So I bought it. Mass-market paperback. One of
>>> my first purchases on Amazon but not the last. O.M.G. I was hooked all
>>> over again. Only those folks in the Lila Squad, well, they were like,
>>> smart. Not anything like me. All I knew how to do was talk smack. But
>>> that didn't stop me. I finished reading Lila and jumped into the fray.
>>> Some of the Lila Squad members were downright mean to me. You could
>>> even say rude. Not that I could blame them what with them being all
>>> college-educated and intelligent and doubtlessly used to going around
>>> looking and smelling and speaking lots better than I did. Most of the
>>> members ignored me. Again. Not that I could blame them. I mean,
>>> really. But a few were actually nice to me. Like they might even think
>>> I had something to say, though I pretty much figured they were simply
>>> placating me. Still. It was something to hang my battered hat upon.
>>> 
>>> So if I remember right, things started getting better after that. Oh,
>>> not all at once. There were still the blackouts and mornings when I'd
>>> wake and whenever I looked my car wouldn't be in the driveway and I'd
>>> have no idea how I got home and my wallet would be empty and these
>>> strange babes would be lying in bed next to me but those mornings
>>> seemed to draw out with more days between them than before. And then a
>>> miracle happened. Honestly. It's the only way I can describe it.
>>> Bodvar Skutvik wrote to say how Robert Pirsig had discovered the book
>>> that Bo insisted I put together which I named Lila's Child and how he
>>> was making notes on it. I was pretty sure Bo was having me on. Only he
>>> swore how he wasn't. All of a sudden, a realization came over me. How
>>> I might be able to put together a  real book. Me. A low-life no count
>>> loser. So I asked Bo if he'd ask Robert Pirsig if he might want to
>>> share those notes. You know. With me. And Bo said oh no. No way, dude.
>>> Ain't gonna happen. Absolutely not. But next thing I know. Bo is
>>> writing me saying how okay whenever you finish redoing the Lila's
>>> Child manuscript (which I realized sadly needed doing) to send a copy
>>> to Robert Pirsig and he'd take a look.
>>> 
>>> All of a sudden, I had a purpose. Thank you, Robert Pirsig.
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> On Wed, Apr 26, 2017 at 8:19 AM, Horse <horse at darkstar.uk.net> wrote:
>>>> Hi All
>>>> 
>>>> Many of you will have heard by now that Robert Pirsig passed away on
>>> Monday
>>>> 24th April 2017.
>>>> My apologies for not posting sooner.
>>>> If you wish to leave any thoughts about Mr Pirsig then please feel free
>>> to
>>>> post here.
>>>> 
>>>> My own thoughts are that I am proud to have helped, even in a small
>> way,
>>> to
>>>> get Pirsig's message out to the world.
>>>> I know that he used to read our discussions on these lists and was
>>> pleased
>>>> that there were so many people involved over the years.
>>>> Robert Pirsig made a difference to our world and made it a better world
>>> with
>>>> his work and his presence.
>>>> I will miss him greatly.
>>>> 
>>>> Horse
>>>> 
>>>> --
>>>> 
>>>> 
>>>> "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the
>>> moments
>>>> that take our breath away."
>>>> — Bob Moorehead
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