Find your neutral space.

I think I'll just open all my entries with a quote from "Withnail and I" because it's such a fine film with many fine lines ("If I dose you, you'll know you've been dosed.") and it's especially appropriate because I was thinking about Danny only yesterday as I left the Econ exam. I studied for that effer for 3 days, including an hour and a half leading directly up to it.

Still couldn't make it all work.

So I was freaky and hysterical, full of despair -- "Mein Gott, what do I have to do to understand this shite?!?" that kind of thing -- and then I stopped and found my neutral space, man, and decided to go into the art museum on campus and see the Buddhist art exhibit.

And, really, where does Econ fit in the greater sphere of existence? My GPA? What does it matter? There's a bigger picture. -- and that picture is Hell, by the way, and it resembles Dante's Inferno in many, many ways, but the Buddhists have a lot more paperwork to do.

This isn't one of the scrolls at the Schnitzer (this one is part of the Kagel Collection), but it's fairly representative. Basically people are getting tortured all over the place (tongues cut out for lying; sawed in half for ... I don't know, doing something bad) while the head guy discusses procedure with his many assistants. In most of the scrolls the head man appears to be in mid-sentence, probably going over the TPS reports with some minion, while some hapless mortal gets crushed in a vice.

Great stuff.

Reminded me that art and books are all that really matter. Give me art on a bad day and I'm good to go.

And art with people getting punished hell while paperwork is going on ... mannnnnnnn, what a tonic. Reminds me of when I used to come home after a bad day and watch Gallipoli -- no matter how bad my day was, it wasn't that bad.