From the SF Gate, about a toddler in Kansas City....I suspect a CEC cover-up.
---"The little boy spotted the pretty pile of colored sand on the floor of the vast hall and couldn't resist. Slipping under a protective rope, he danced all over the sand, ruining the carefully crafted picture.
Never mind that it was the creation of eight Tibetan monks who had spent two days cross-legged on the floor of Union Station, meticulously pouring the sand into an intricate design as an expression of their Buddhist faith."
Ha! Edit: Go here and see video of this. Then scroll down and click on Related Blogs and Articles section....that's a riot!
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ITS REALLY NOT A BIG DEAL TO THE MONKS . NORMALLY , ITS DESTROYED "AFTER" COMPLETION . IT REPRESENTS BOTH LIFE & ITS FINALITY . IT REPRESENTS THAT ACTING WITHOUT EXPECTING A REWARD , IS A REWARD IN OF ITSELF ...
ROD
I agree, I think that was both too odd, and WAY too much fun. I say God set up.
Dogma or no Dogma, there wasn't a monk alive who had the warm fuzzies for Junior after he did this.
Of course, the kid disappeared into the crowd like any karma chameleon would. The come and go, they come and go....
there you go Randy, you had to bust out the song I hated most in the 80's. The song that would get stuck in my head and would not let me go. Thanks a lot pal, I have to do special music tonight at EGS. If Boy George comes bustin' out spontaneously, I'm coming after you!
I will choke you with a bolo tie.
John, 'do you really want to hurt me?'
Hey, John - that kid's never gonna dance again, 'cause guilty feet, they got no rhythm!
Randy
do you have cheat sheets to come up with one liners like that... or is it just superpowers!
Apparently, his mother "danced" him right out of there without so much as a "Houston, we have a problem!" Maybe they'll save the news clippings so that someday he can tell his children how he got his start in performance art.
I am laughing so hard I'm crying....while singing bad Boy George tunes. My husband is looking at me like I need to be committed.
oh that is so creepy. Today I burst out into that song for no apparent reason and my husband was like NOOOO NOOOO NOT BOY GEORGE!!!
Just plain creepy man....
LOL
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