via Amanda Palmer:
A farmer is sitting on his porch in a chair, hanging out with his dog.
A friend walks up to the porch to say hello, and hears an awful yelping, squealing sound coming from the dog.
“What’s the matter with Ol’ Blue?” asks the friend.
“He’s layin’ on a nail that’s pokin’ up from the floorboards,” says the farmer.
“Why doesn’t he just sit up and get off it?” asks the friend.
The farmer deliberates on this and replies: “Don’t hurt enough yet.”
A Zen student walks into his master’s chamber. The student is shocked
and appalled to see that the Zen master is drinking his morning tea out
of a treasured, priceless Ming-dynasty teacup belonging to the
“How can you do this?” asks the student. “This teacup is a priceless treasure. What if it falls? What if it breaks?”
The Zen master smiles and says: “I consider it already broken.”
The story of why I won't see Amanda Palmer play live for the first time next March in Bristol is as sad as it is beautiful. Her attitude towards life and love is remarkable and admirable and I... wish her and her friend Anthony all the best.
Fuck it, I went on Amazon and ordered Anthony's book. He sounds amazing and I can't wait to read his stories!
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