I’m back now from Ohio. The showing of the rough cut of my documentary went really well. It was held at a bar in Parma, Ohio called the Jigsaw Saloon. I was amazed to see that most of the folks who showed up early for the film, and there were quite a lot of them, actually watched the thing. They seemed to enjoy it a lot and I received a lot of compliments afterwards. While I was in Ohio, I taped a bunch more interviews for inclusion in the final version, which means I’m gonna have to get to work on that pretty soon.
One of the best things about the visit was getting to meet my friend Fraser “Suicyde” Sims again for the first time in 23 years. Fraser was the leader of a band called Starvation Army. I talked to him and his wife and found out they’re both really interested in Buddhism. So, at one point while I was talking to them, Mrs. Suicyde says, “You don’t seem very Zen.”
I took that as a great compliment. I have very little patience with people who seem “Zen.” If the only representatives of Buddhism I’d ever met were “Zen” seeming people, I would certainly never have developed any interest in the philosophy and practice of Buddhism. I’m really thankful I got to meet Tim McCarthy and Gudo Nishijima, neither of whom seem very “Zen” at all.
Basically I hate talking “Zen.” I’d much rather discuss just about anything at all other than Zen. This is because most people who want to talk Zen have no real interest in the subject. They’re not serious at all. They’d never even consider sitting on a cushion for an hour every day facing themselves down the way you’d face down an angry Rottwieller intent on making mincemeat out of your internal organs. I’m not interested in discussing Zen the way you might discuss whether the Lakers are better than the Celtics or whether Emo is cooler than Screamo or whether Elmo is cooler than the Cookie Monster or whatever. On the other hand, if a person is truly serious about the subject, I’m always available.
Screw it anyway. You don’t care…