And the Teacher Told Me

You all remember the Jethro Tull song "Teacher" from the "Benefit" album in 1970? What's an album you say? Just give me the AARP tattoo and put me in a nursing home. A new feature of the blog is that each post will begin with a quote from a rock song, ala Stephen King, who often starts a chapter in similar fashion. I stopped reading Stephen after "Needful Things". I thought that there were a lot of "Needless Things" in that novel, namely gratuitous gore and violence which did not add to the story line, making the action somewhat contrived. Needless to say, King's book sales suffered once I stopped reading him, and since then he has only sold about 1000 times more books than that cult classic, The Bible. (just kidding about the new feature rot, I may be arrested, taken hostage or transported by Scottie by the next post time, so why worry about that!).


But back to today's theme "Mongoose as Teacher". No, not the Mongoose from Rudyard Kipling's short story "Rikki Tikki Tavi" (1894), or the Donovan song "Riki Tiki Tavi" (1970), but the mongoose that is my bike. Formally Mongoose Rockadile A.L., Al to me, Mongoose for this lesson. Yes,as we have discussed before, there are many teachers in this life: basil plants, aliens from other planets (as opposed to aliens from Mexico), and Mongoose.


If you listen to Dr. George Sheehan, running guru from the 70's and 80's and author of the book "Running and Being", we learn who we are when we run, bike, dance, play basketball, tennis, meditate or anything else that we do for play. Similar to Joseph Campbell's concept of "following your bliss", it is in play and leisure that we learn the real lessons of life. And as I have said many times, to my family's dismay, "sweating brings you closer to God". But enough drivel, on to to the lessons of Mongoose:


1) Quality- We all know what quality is right? If not, or if you are looking for a wild, chaotic, profound ride, please read "Zen and the Art of Motorcyle Maintenance" by Robert Piersig. I read that book 2 or 3 times, still not quite sure what it all means. Mongoose has shown me that quality is hitting that 5 mile mark at your best time yet, when the weather is perfect and I am one with the wheels. He has also asked me what it means when I hit that 5 mile mark 2 or 3 minutes late, yet soldier on to the halfway mark, 10 minutes behind. Finishing your ride with a terrible time, feeling slow, yet finishing none the less. Grasshopper, is that also quality?

2) Cause and effect- In this case closely related to accountability, this is the category where we put ourselves in the petrie dish and (please don't turn on the bunson burner!), perform some experiments. So last week I felt great and hit that road at the 20 minute mark. Hmmm, today I hit it at the 24 minute mark, I wonder why? It was those inconsiderate runners who refused to move, or that couple walking their kids (or were they dogs?) on leashes who slowed me down. Oh Matt, Mongoose interjects, let's get real. Yeah yeah it was the 6 beers I had last night, and the fact that I got only six hours sleep. I see the effect and I know the cause. Fate and destiny, and divine intervention occur often in the movies, seldom in life. It is cause and effect people !

3) Self Awareness: In the Nicholus Roeg film "The Last Wave" the leader of the Australian aboriginal tribe, Charlie, would sit on the floor and intone to the other tribe members "who are you, who are you" over and over, his words inducing in them a trance-like state as they entered "the dreamworld". That is the big question for us, and as I bike I come closer to the answer. I may pass someone 20 years younger than me, and as I congratulate myself and proclaim "I'm not dead yet!", a grandpa 15 years my senior flies by, leaving in the dust, snapping me back to humble reality. As Bruce Lee said, man must know his limitations. My only question is "Do I have to have so many?!"

4) Nature/Social acceptance: Mongoose has taught me that no species has more intrinsic, moral or social value than another. So what that I don't seem to fit in with the other bikers on the trail, or that groups of runners shun me as I cheerfully proclaim "Good morning fellow homo sapiens"! No man is an island, and if I need to tap other species and phylums for recreation, conversation and acceptance, so bet it. I have noticed though, that rabbits are so cliquish, and that those friekin squirrels ditched me the other day when they promised they would let me eat (acorns) with them.

5) B.U. - bottom line, according to Mongoose, you just have to be yourself. Find an activity that allows you to do that in the purest way, and do it, as often as possible.

Basil update: Tomato and Parsley are making great strides and towering over my poor basil plants. Hmm, cause and effect in play again. Basils are too far on the shady side of the garden, not experiencing their sun. I will move one and see what happens. If you are not growing sufficiently, time to move closer to your sun. Peace all.

David Carradine, so sad. RIP Grasshopper, one of my earliest teachers.

Springtime means you know what!

It is spring and the world is abloom. In yards and parks, on highways and city streets, flowers, trees and buds are sprouting. Even inside my own ear drum, according to the ENT specialist I went to yesterday, spring has sprung, much to my chagrin. "Mr. Roti", Doctor Dinero opined, " I am sorry to say that you have a condition known as Eustacia Fungalis, or ear mushrooms". Of course I was shocked, embarrassed and suddenly slightly hungry. I shamefully asked what treatement I should follow. The good doctor replied that I should mix garlic and olive oil and pour this combination into each ear, then place my entire head in the oven at 375 degrees for 20 minutes while covered in foil. I now understand why President Obama wants health care reform.


When my therapist, er I mean agent, told me that it was time to get back to blogging, I did not protest. He showed me the survey results for the demographic most likely to read my blog (trailer park inhabitants and prisoners on death row), and the message was clear: for the general good, please join a monestary. But this only encouraged me further to face my destiny head on and create this new post.

And, of course, my guiding light is that garden full of basil plants, which teaches me so much. How silly, you may say, for a grown man to be spending time with dainty basil plants, divining the keys to life by gardening. Why isn't he drinking beer and watching sports on cable 24/7 like every other god-fearing American male? Ha, I laugh in the face of such adversity, of such questioning, as I try to figure out the answer. Honestly, if you are truly looking to learn the keys to life, or success, you can do this just about anywhere. Basil plants need to be nurtured, they need to be given a healthy environment, quailty soil to live in. They cannot be neglected, and must be treated with respect. Most slugs and a few squirrels I have met disagree with that, but they also come from a different political party so who cares. Like a child or any human, if they are allowed to live in a posititve place that properly feeds their well being they will thrive. Alove all else, THEY NEED SUN! It helps them grow, makes them strong, makes them rise and gives them great ambition. And to you my faithful reader I ask the same question. What is your sun? The activity that makes you grow, makes you happy, makes you understand why you were put on this God-forsaken "Satellite of Love". It doesn't matter what your Sun is, as long as it "pumps you up" while not hurting others. Reading, writing, running, biking, singing, meditating, knitting, disecting dinosaurs, whatever....Just try to find it and do it as often as possible. What? the basil plant is whispering in my ear....Oh yeah, don't forget the water, because doing all that stuff will make you sweaty, smelly and thirsty.

What the heck, who wrote that drivel above? Dang, you take a Red Bull/Fluffernutter break and you never know who is gong to sit down on your computer and start typing away. But seriously to continue the student teacher motif, they say that "If you say you are not a student, your ego is too large. If you say you are not a teacher, your heart is too small". True, true.

Some recent observations from the world of culture, pet psychiatry and virtual plumbing:

Music: Arcade Fire sounds like a new version of the Talking Heads. Then again, when I stepped on our cat's tail, I thought that sounded like the Talking Heads.

Nutrition/Health: A new clash diet is causing a stir. Listen to "The Clash" (1977) cd while jumping up and down repeatedly for the entire 43 minutes. You are guaranteed to lose at least 2 pounds, and perhaps your sanity.

My Word!- What a difference a T makes. If you add a T to mediate, you have meditate. And if more people meditated, we would need far fewer mediators.

Creativity: Yes sometimes it all comes gushing forth in a stream of consciousness doesn't it, and the thoughts and words, or notes and melodies, or dance steps flow so freely that the stream is a river, or an ocean and you are riding the wave of creativity. But other times the stream is a small leak, or a drip, or even some condensation, worse yet the stream is a desert, the Ethiopian drought. What do you do then? You wait. Dripdripdrip. But don't give up, just keep at it, just write,play,dance,sing and soon the stream will be rushing again. If only I could follow my own advice.

Enjoy the sunshine this week.