Namaste

Let it be known, I am not a Buddhist. I am far too cynical, self-destructive, and maintain a regretful aspiration to materialism.

Yet, it should be said that my main focus has because the search for wisdom and peace. And I do suppose that those are my connecting threads to Zen, something we all hope for in our lives.

I'm not terribly smitten with the term "inspirational" when pertaining to a man; it draws the sour aftertaste of a hopping, nauseating optimism, a Tony Robbinish odor that permeates hopefulness until it becomes so uncool to help one's self that oneness is undesirable. It's granola, it's khakis, it's soft rock, it's Gordon Lightfoot.

But let us shed our varied pretenses, if only for the duration of this blog, and be blunt in our desires for ourselves - and since such inspiring self-help diatribe is the road (the middle of, no less) to boorish and bland, allow me to regulate myself to uncool mannerisms and speech: wouldn't inner peace be swell? I mean, I don't give a gosh darn what those cool, blinged out buggers say - I like crocs!

Now, let's LOL, quietly to ourselves for oxymoron's sake, and continue.

Call me Namaste McGee. Writing is one of the things I do, and I have moods for many occasions. Peaceful is the one I wish to someday make my governing mood, and, if you've an open mind, I can guide you to things that will quiet your souls. Things like books and music, that will strengthen your Headphone Atmospheres, if I might just coin a phrase for your relaxing time to yourselves (y'know, your therapy, your bubble bath ladies, your rejuvenation).

So, drop by and read up, if you like. And remember that the Meaning to all of this, if you're serious, is a Lyrical Overture, Verifying Existence. If you're in a less-serious, but humorous state, then the Meaning is merely 42.

:)