Caveat: I broke a neuron

I’m back from my 11 day “meditation retreat.” So strange… Really, it was basically ten days as an initiate buddist monk in the burmese theravada tradition. Very strict, very intense. Very quiet — no talking except once-daily interviews between instructors and students. No access to computers, cellphones, music, books, paper, pencils or pens. Etc.

My friend Bob, before I left, said to me: “I don’t know what to say to someone leaving on a meditation retreat. Maybe: ‘Break a neuron!'” (analogous to “break a leg!”).

So, I broke a neuron. But just one.
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Caveat: Rescuing the cat

Upon leaving the meditation center, my fellow meditator Richard decided to rescue the stray cat (see posts from day 6 and day 9). I offered to drive him into Chicago, where he lived, since he didn’t have transportation planned that could include the transport of a stray cat.

We took the cat in my truck, and we talked a lot as we drove down I-90 into the city. Richard lives in Hyde Park, which is the neighborhood in Chicago where I lived 24 years ago (24!). I only lived in Chicago for a short time, but it has always been one of my favorite cities and places.

We got take out from Harold’s Chicken Shack, which is a chain of Chicago south-side fast-food joints that I remember very fondly from when I lived there. The branch we went to didn’t exist when I lived there, but it was located in the same exact shopping center at 53rd and Kimbark where I used to work. Here is a picture of Kimbark plaza, and the CVS pharmacy at the far end used to be a hardware store, where I worked.

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Here is a picture of the Harold chicken. Note the delicious slices of squishy white bread that are served to soak up the juices of the fried chicken.

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Then we went to Richard’s apartment, smuggled the cat in, and had some lunch. The cat seemed very content. Richard lives on the 24th floor of a high rise near Lake Michigan. The view from his apartment is amazing.

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I drove past 62nd and Kimbark, where I used to live, but the neighborhood is unrecognizable from 24 years ago — I think the Univ of Chicago has redeveloped the area substantially.

Finally, I drove back up toward Wisconsin. As I passed through downtown, it was beginning to snow. Chicago is such a stunningly beautiful city, to me. I found an old Psychadelic Furs song on the radio. I crawled through Sunday traffic on the Kennedy Expressway. I felt very joyful.
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Caveat: Bhavatu Sabbu Mangalam

Here is a list of the entries I have written (or will write over the coming days) about my experience at the Vipassana meditation retreat.

Day 0 Day Zero
Day 1 Happiness is serious business
Which nostril?
Day 2 False Joy
True Dogma
Day 3 Touch of Desperation
O blessed itching sensation
Day 4 Foucault’s Fun Farm
Adhitthana
Day 5 The pain in my ass
The fetishization of misery
Day 6 …………………….ddddddddddddddssdfrwwafff.cat
I <3 My Monkey Mind
Day 7 A muskrat chases a goose
The Body Without Organs (you wish!)
Day 8 Salvation through proprioception
Fantasies of the real
The parable of the secret gift
A constellation of capsaicin
Day 9 Sanctimonious metaphysical nonsense
Snort-love
An ant on the wall. Pushing back.
1-800-SUICIDE
Day 10 No vibrations. No Christ. No love.
Gnarled, twisted, naked tree. Snow.
개구리도 움츠려야 뚼다
Day 11 Bhavatu sabbu mangalam (this post)

Here is a picture of the retreat center, taken this morning after I got my camera out of storage.
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