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What follows is the story of my wednesday night. On certain wednesdays, a meditation group meets at a house in town. In this group, after sitting, the meditators journal. This is what I came up with: These coca cola pens don’t last very long. I have already retired one, and this one is not long for the world · I hear a lot about mindfulness, and yet don’t really know what it means. Maybe the phrase should be mindemptyness · The world is so bright when I pull the mask off. I turned to my bag, and got out my pen and paper, and never thought to look up to my right. When I did, after a few minutes, I saw Ashley, which was a bit surprising · This coaster is an octogon, with uneven sides. It is one inch squares, four inches wide, with four blocks cut in half in the corners.
I googled mindemptyness, and saw this was not an original thought. Google has several links for ME. Once you brave the popups and cookie alerts, you can find this: “Practice meditation and mindfulness as a means of getting to mindemptyness (ie, the Monkey Mind is calmed)”. You should open the door to your thoughts, but do not serve them tea.
Eventually, it was time to go home, including a stop at Burger King. In the drive through, I dictated the next part of our story: I’m in the Drive-Thru of the Burger King on North Druid Hills Road. I come here on my way home from meditation. This is what I do when I’m in this area. I go by here, or the Taco Bell on Buford Highway, to get junk food. The last time I was in here, I got three Whopper Juniors for $7. This was too much. Tonight, I’m only going to get two. It’s better to get less food than you think need, than more.
I’m listening to this monolog. It’s about David Foster Wallace and Derek Swanson. They are going to talk about gnosticism later on, which is one of the reasons I’m listening to this a second time. I listen to very few stories twice, especially when I have to download the MP4, and run it through a device to extract the MP3 sound, so that I can play it on my device.
It’s such a thrill to go into town these days. I see things that were never there. I’ve heard about this place on Cheshire Bridge Road. It’s a novelty shop, and it’s got this ruby red shoe that you walk through to get in there. I’m not really sure what it was, but it’s across the street from The Colonnade Restaurant, and the now closed Cheshire Motor Inn.
North Druid Hills has always been a busy street. They’ve been tearing it up now because they built a hospital. They’re doing a lot of work on I-85 to get there. It’s a big mess right now. NDH has never been an easy street to drive on. I only come here at night, when I’m not really sure of where I’m going, and I just go through it, and hope for the best, get through, and go on to Buford Highway which is another f***** up road, which is more f***** up now than it’s ever been.
I’ve spent about 5 minutes saying this, and that one car ahead of me hasn’t moved. The device quit taking dictation. I’ve been talking so long, it just put this red notice on the screen, and told me I’d been talking too long. Imagine that. The car that was ahead of me finally pulled off. Am I going to have to wait another 10 minutes? I don’t know why this is taking so long. … The car in front of me has this thing around his license plate saying Phi Beta Sigma. I think that’s one of those black fraternities.
That is it for the drive through narration. BK seemed to be having a slow service night. I eventually got my Whopper Juniors, and went home. I put them in the microwave for 93 seconds, which improved the taste. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. John Collier Jr. took the social media picture May 14, 1942. “Washington D.C.” ©Luther Mckinnon 2025 · selah