Joe "Catfish" Provo's Perpetually Growing World-Wide-Weirdness

I've lost wisdom for salad.


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Word-of-the-Moment:
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Rather Obvious Joe Fact Number 17:
He briefly played guitar. Very Briefly.

"While a laptop can be used as a hammer, one shouldn't be confused when it afterwards behaves erratically."
- Joe Provo

I suggest you visit Mikael Cardell and visiting netcowboy.

Want more spew? If you need to calm down, read some haiku.

And as a parting shot, meditate upon this classic Zen koan:

Some years ago, a disciple was walking by the stream when he came upon a master.
The student humbly said,  "What is the nature of awareness?"
The master picked up a rock and hit the student.
After puzzling over this for days, a beatific smile of Satori came across the seeker.

Cheers,
joe