Despite appearances, I aten't dead, just (mostly) offline. I got burned out on social media, and my use of them fell away, little by little, until I just hung out pseudonymously at a couple of forums you're probably not interested in, not posting much even there.
I have been doing stuff, though. In fact, for the better part of the last two years I've been working on the single biggest (non-work) project I've ever undertaken. It's a complete homebrew tabletop role-playing game. Both the system of game mechanics and the world. While I just hit a significant milestone—the Sourcebook is now content-complete—a great deal remains to be done. It is in a playable state—maybe, I haven't play-tested it yet—but it's likely the coming months will see major revisions, both to the canon and the mechanics, and the character generator should certainly get a good many more features before it's genuinely useful as a play aid.
The work in progress has been online for a while now, but I haven't told anyone much about it. I'm not even sure what to do when I officially launch it—whenever that is and whatever that may mean—but I decided that I kind of like to do this final part of the work leading up to that, imagining that someone is looking over my shoulder, as it were, so I decided to mention it here.
The project is named Brikoleur.
The Sourcebook is at www.brikoleur.com/manual/.
The Character Generator is at www.brikoleur.com/chargen/.
I also started a blog just for Brikoleur, which you will find at blog.brikoleur.com, and even made a Twitter persona, @brikoleurgame.
I don't really know what to do with the last of these, as I'm not sure who to follow and what to tweet, but it's there. Maybe I'll figure out something eventually.
If you're interested, please check out or follow the blog and the Twitter feed. I will be blogging about the game there rather than here, as I figure that most of you good people who ended up here for the Zen, the photography, or the politics will likely not be all that interested in the game.
Except perhaps those of you who came here for the politics. Brikoleur has space Communists.
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Be Vigilant when meeting New Friends, Hong Kong, 2010
I am going to do something slightly radical here, and air some dirty laundry from the Zen center where I practice.
While I have been talking to a number of people involved and attempted to verify all the facts stated in the narrative, all opinions and interpretations are my own, as are any errors. I have neither sought nor received permission from anyone to publish this. I do not believe I am betraying any confidences; all of the facts of the matter are already on the public Internet, or have been stated in open forums like our sangha meetings or the Helsinki Zen Center mailing list. Nor am I privy to any great secrets anyway.
The story is about something that happened in our sangha in the autumn of 2010. I have found it helpful to go over all the information I've been able to gather about it and attempt to fit together the pieces, to get some kind of understanding of what happened and what it means. While I don't have much – if any – new information to add to what's already been published on the Internet or in other open forums, I thought others might benefit from my attempt at explaining the events to myself.
So for whatever little it's worth, here's my personal interpretation of what's come to be called "the crisis."
Monday, June 11, 2012
Back in November, I blogged about becoming a Zen choir boy. Or second zendo leader, as the official term has it. Now I've decided that going around with a stick on alternate Thursdays was a bit too much excitement for me and stopped doing it.
The role kind of blindsided me from the start. There are little parts to play in the zazen ritual, like banging on the han and lighting the incense, which I was already doing anyway, so when they asked if I could do the stick thing on Thursdays, I didn't really think anything of it and said "Sure, why not?" I like the ritual after all, and am happy to help it along.
I only realized that there's anything more to it a week or so later when I got an email invitation to a zendo leaders' meeting. I was like, Huh? A meeting, for walking around with a stick on alternate Thursdays? From there on out, I felt a bit uncomfortable about the whole thing. Initially it was just about learning how to do the stick thing and the bell thing, but once I had that more or less figured out, the discomfort didn't abate; if anything, it got worse.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
This is not a real Nazi. He was just going to an Iron Sky themed party.
Whoever said that we are creatures of habit didn't know how right he was.
Over the past few years that I've been muddling my way through beginning Zen practice, I've come across a quite a lot of bad behavior by people who have been at it much longer and with much more dedication than I have. First-hand I've only seen the usual kind of bullshit people get up to when they coalesce into social structures, both within and between them; from elsewhere in time and space there are plenty of examples to be found of the full range of human iniquity.
Zen is demonstrably good at training killers. Japanese Zen—Rinzai Zen in particular—has a close connection to bushidô, the samurai warrior code. Hakuin Ekaku, the founder of Japanese Rinzai Zen, trained samurais, driving some of his students so hard they died from the training. The function of Zen archery was originally to train the medieval equivalent of snipers. One of the founders of the tradition in which I practice, Yasutani Hakuun Roshi, wrote angry tirades in support of imperial Japanese nationalism, railing against the international Jewish conspiracy, and providing dharmically correct explanations of how killing a sub-human in battle is the highest form of bodhisattva action.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
I just got back from a weekend Zen retreat. We held it at a pretty idyllic spot; a log house by a lake near Vihti. The gods of the seasons treated us kindly, too—Saturday was the first perfect early summer night of the year. I stood a while by the perfectly still lakeside, with the bright, fresh green of the just-budded birch leaves, birds singing their hearts out, a cuckoo in the distance, the pale blue evening sky, and even two guys in a canoe, fishing.
Yeah, sometimes it really is like that.
Hello, Pain, I said
Who are you?
I am your most faithful friend, he replied
looked back at me with brown eyes
and wagged his tail
expecting his usual lot from an ungrateful master
—a curse and a kick or another vain attempt
to chase him away.
I love you, he said
I want to keep you safe from Bad Things
I will watch for them
and warn you
when they would harm you.
Before you were born I was waiting for you
When you are no more I will lie on your grave
Watching for Bad Things
that would harm you.
If only I could rend them, or chase them away
or outwit them
or take them upon myself
But I am only Pain
Not very clever
Not very strong
Not very wise
All I have is my voice
So I sit up when you sleep
and if Bad Things come,
I whine, or bark, or scratch at your door.
You curse me and kick at me
try to chase me away
Drug me, still me
(or even kill me)
It doesn't matter at all.
I will always love you
I will always be here
For you and the Bad Things.
I am Pain.
I am your Pain.
I will always be here
while there are Bad Things.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Things are getting interesting in Europe again. In a good way, mostly, I hope. Congratulations to François Hollande, Président de la République. Not so sure who I'd want to congratulate in Greece though. I sympathize with wanting to kick out the bums responsible for the mess they're in, but voting in actual, card-carrying, Hitler-saluting Nazis is unlikely to make things any better.
Since I got my head around this whole Euro crisis, I've felt that the German-led course of austerity and low inflation is a dead end. Austerity never has begat growth. Never will. Structural reforms, addressing corruption, investing in infrastructure—human and physical—do produce growth, but only in the long term. They won't get you out of an acute crisis unless they involve spending lots of money. It's painfully obvious that Greece and the rest of the Balkans at least are sorely in need of structural reforms, but I somehow don't think a huge crisis with a quarter of the labor force unemployed makes them any easier.
There are alternatives to austerity. The obvious one is breaking up the Eurozone and letting the resulting regional currencies float.