Tales of the Obliterati
To understand the origin of the Obliterati you have to go back to the day the Swami came to town. The guru. The yogi. His name is Iyangar or Ashtangar or Ishtar or something like that, and my wife dragged me along to hear him speak at a local college. He is 87, but with the body of a 16-year-old, and he supposedly can still do a handstand on a single finger. He can swallow a rug and pull it back out. He can make his head do a full 360. He can even stop his heart and shut down his kidneys, and essentially make himself die, but then come back to life. It's all in the muscle control.
After much buildup, the great man came onstage. I kept thinking he would levitate, but he just talked. I got bored. I zoned out. Suddenly something weird happened. My aura left my body and floated to the ceiling. I'm like, damn. This is scary. Down below I saw myself as an empty vessel, a blob, without purpose in the world. I realized what I had become: A man without a hobby.
All these other people had this incredible yoga hobby, and knew how to empty their minds and think with their hearts and tie their feet behind their head and whatnot. The Swami was like the Hobby King, the equivalent of the person in the philately world who has more stamps than anyone -- like, the postmaster general, basically.
Then the night was over, and I snapped to. I vowed to find a hobby, or at least a minor obsession, or even something that might be described as a tic.
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[The blog apologizes for being lame the past week whilst the kitmeister chain-sawed the grizzly. The blog is embarrassed. The blog would be filled with shame if all the space reserved for feelings were not already occupied by self-loathing. The blog is grateful to those who sustained the boodle through difficult times. In the days ahead the blog will be marginally less lame, and possibly meritorious for a few fleeting moments, though there are no guarantees. There may be times when the blog Runs Amok.]
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