November 14, 2003

• He sat in the tub, about two inches'-worth of absurdly hot water threatening to climb over his calves.

  He was sideways to the tub, sitting in a poor excuse for half-lotus the perfection of which was limited by the size of the tub.

  He slouched. He thought to himself, 'You're not supposed to slouch while meditating. You're also supposed to be attentive and focused on a point in space about three feet away. Straighten up and wear yourself properly!' Then he thought to himself, 'Bite me.'

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