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Bhikkhu Sujato

Jul 22, 2013

Why Buddhist men shouldn’t be ordained as monks

Thanks to Ayya Adhimutta, who forwarded me this wonderful link. Obviously it’s in a Christian context, but I bet we can think of Buddhist reasons why men should never, never, be trusted with the yellow robe!

10. A man’s place is in the army.

9. The pastoral duties of men who have children might distract them from the responsibility of being a parent.

8. The physique of men indicates that they are more suited to such tasks as chopping down trees and wrestling mountain lions. It would be “unnatural” for them to do ministerial tasks.

7. Man was created before woman, obviously as a prototype. Thus, they represent an experiment rather than the crowning achievement of creation.

6. Men are too emotional to

Bodhipaksa

Jul 13, 2013

Waldo goes to India, finds himself

waldo meditates

Waldo goes to India, finds himself.

Illustration by Josh Mecouch (@pants) based on a tweet by @SaraghAdams.

Bodhipaksa

Dec 19, 2012

Meditation autocorrect disaster

Bodhipaksa

Dec 14, 2012

The Dalai Lama’s secret death ray

dalai lama death ray

It’s a real thing.

I wanted to post this on our Facebook fan page, but apparently FB doesn’t allow animated gifs.

Bodhipaksa

Sep 06, 2012

Om Ah Simpson

Found on Google+, and the source tracked down with the help of Rod Meade Sperry at Shambhala Sun.

Homer Simpson on a donut zafu, holding a mala and pretzel. Yours for only $50.

Bodhipaksa

Aug 07, 2012

If you meet the Buddha in the produce aisle, eat him

A funny thing: If you go to Google Images and search for “bad Buddhist art” (don’t ask) you’ll find that the first result is of a pear shaped like a Buddha. No, it’s not like one of those potatoes that looks like Mickey Mouse — a freak of nature. It’s a cultivated pear.

And there’s not just one of them. According to Toxel.com, a Chinese farmer called Hao Xianzhang has been growing pears inside Buddha shaped plastic molds. And he sells them. For 50 Yuan, which is, at today’s rate of exchange, just over $7.85.

It’s cute, but I’m not sure many Buddhists would want to bite into the juicy flesh of …

Bodhipaksa

May 22, 2012

Comical genitalia

The following post is contributed by Paul Duxbury, who blogs as “poetmcgonagall” (Left wing, atheist curmudgeon with a black sense of humour and a heart of gold. Love[s] music, books, theatre, tea, and marmite). He can also be found on Google+. Do circle Paul on G+ and visit his blog.

“Comical Genitalia.” It’s not often you get a chance to use that phrase. I’m deeply grateful to an unsung staff reporter on the Sun for unleashing it on an unsuspecting world in this 2007 article, ‘Rude Buddha’ causes outrage. It was later lifted almost word for word in a Metro article – Cops probe Rude

Bodhipaksa

Apr 24, 2012

“Monkey mind?” Who, me?

The UK’s Daily Mail has a collection of photographs of this meditating lemur, taken by Belgian-born amateur photographer Sebastian Degardin, who lives in Finchley, north London.

The photographs were taken on a forest path in a nature park in Mons, Belgium.

Check out the rest of the pics here.

Sunada Takagi

Feb 11, 2011

100 Seconds of Meditation

Just in case you’re taking this meditation thing too seriously, here’s a short video to make you laugh. Maybe you’ll recognize a little of yourself in it! I sure did.

Wildmind Meditation News

May 12, 2010

Meditations to calm the edgiest lawyers

Recently, an acquaintance presented me with a small book. It was devoted to meditation. Perhaps the individual in question did not know me well, or knew me altogether too well. In particular, the donor either recognized or failed to recognize that I am entirely too twitchy to lie down, say “om” and allow my mind to empty itself until it is on a par with the brainpan of Paris Hilton.

The meditation book, I discovered, had a family. In the bookstore, there were collections of meditations for women who do too much, men from extraterrestrial locales other than Mars, people who don’t talk enough, chefs who hate cilantro, hairstylists with gambling problems, and …