You couldn’t get enough of my well clad goat mistresses last week so here is another installment, featuring the latest in goat maternity wear. I think I know what to get this hungry mother-of-two for Valentine’s Day.
You weren’t expecting the well-lathered man in the banana hammock though, were you? Consider it a bonus.
On a completely unrelated note, you might want to check out an article in this week’s New Yorker by everyone’s favorite Republican, David Brooks. It is thought provoking and overlaps with some of the ideas I have been reading and thinking about recently. I will probably have more to say on this later, but here’s an excerpt:
“Many members of [the Composure Class], like many Americans generally, have a vague sense that their lives have been distorted by a giant cultural bias. They live in a society that prizes the development of career skills but is inarticulate when it comes to the things that matter most. The young achievers are tutored in every soccer technique and calculus problem, but when it comes to their most important decisions—whom to marry and whom to befriend, what to love and what to despise—they are on their own. Nor, for all their striving, do they understand the qualities that lead to the highest achievement. Intelligence, academic performance, and prestigious schools don’t correlate well with fulfillment, or even with outstanding accomplishment. The traits that do make a difference are poorly understood, and can’t be taught in a classroom, no matter what the tuition: the ability to understand and inspire people; to read situations and discern the underlying patterns; to build trusting relationships; to recognize and correct one’s shortcomings; to imagine alternate futures. In short, these achievers have a sense that they are shallower than they need to be.”
I depart Varanasi this afternoon for Sarnath, a small town where Buddha gave his first sermon and the Dalai Lama is giving a teaching this week on Shantideva’s Bodhisattvacaryāvatāra, The Way of the Bodhisattva.