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Gavin Newsom: Mr. Modernity

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The Face of Modernity...whatever that is. I said I was going to talk the Democrats this time. No, I’m not doing AOC, not today. Instead, I had a look at Newsom on Hannity and wound up with three thousand words of garble that left me confused as to what to say about the politician. The whole piece turned into a Hannity trash because fuck Hannity. However, that’s not what I set out to do, so the piece steeped in its own juices for a while, mostly because I figured “Hell, Newsom ain’t that relevant,” dumbly I might add. Now that he's responding to the pressure with at the very least a debate against the Floridian Swine DeSantis, I daresay our glistening buddy in his various garbs of cornflower blue is going to rear his manicured head for us all to watch on the campaign trail this year despite his assurance to the contrary. Maybe he thinks he can wedge Harris out of the VP slot...long odds, long indeed. His stated intent is wholly otherwise, but that's what I'd do if I were him

Vasana: The Scent of Habit

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This is what I get for watching  Sadhguru videos in the AM. And I needed a break from fiction and marketing fiction, just a small one.  Note, as I've said before, these sorts of blogs are me working these concepts out for myself to the end of practical application. I claim no academic scholarship. If it helps, cool, if not, well... Karma, Vasana, Sanskara—The Ethereal Fragrance from your blooms. Remember when we were kids we started growing up and people said we were “blooming”? Vasana is the way your blooms smell. We know Karma is 90% made of habit, so what do bad habits smell like? Or good ones? This is how the Hindus explain the following. I’m using psychology (what little I know of it) to help my western mind adapt the concepts for practical use. Nothing wrong with a western (from America to Eastern Europe) mind. Better not be if you were born here, because you’re stuck with it. That's the Sanskara*. It also adds to the smell of your blooms. To wit: I’ll never stop having