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Zen moments in the travel section …

I generally don’t read the stories in the New York Times Travel section. I look at the pictures. Scan the ads. But the articles tend toward the self-indulgent. Yesterday was an exception. There were two great pieces in there — one about a Zen retreat in California, the other about a New Age resort in the Bahamas. (Both require free registration to read online.)

The retreat, Tassajara, sounds like a great place to disengage, and I’ve added it to my “to do” list. They don’t require meditation (though you can if you want). It’s mostly a place out in the woods where you can decelerate, get in touch with nature and just be.

The second piece, “A Skeptic in Yogiland,” was hilarious. The writer makes a journey from skeptic to believer and back again. It reminded me vaguely of David Chadwick’s awesome “Thank You and Ok!: An American Zen Failure in Japan.”

An excerpt from the skeptic article:

“At breakfast, Francine, who was herself going through a bit of a crisis of faith and had stopped attending class, accused me of looking radiant, as if I were glowing with an inner light.

“This inaugurated my brief messianic phase. I realized I knew the answers to everyone’s problems, including my own, and I did not hesitate to share them. “Just let go and be here now,” I said. “All suffering is caused by trying to repeat past pleasures.”

“When Fran tried to shut me up, I held up my left palm and shone it at her. “Tell it to the light,” I said.”

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the absinthe drinker …

A friend of a friend went to London and brought back a bottle of absinthe, the liquor that includes wormwood and is purported to make users crazy. It’s been banned in many countries because of this. After believing what she read on a few sensationalist sites on the Internet, this friend handed the bottle over to me, knowing I’ve been curious about it and perhaps looking for a guinea pig.

So I did a little reading of my own. The insanity stories are overblown. As one site points out: “When someone consumes 20 or more glasses a day of a 120-150 proof alcoholic beverage (which were possibly contaminated with toxic metals as well), it can tend to have a deleterious effect on them.” That’s what those wacky French Impressionists were up to when absinthe was their liquor of choice.

So I read further. The absinthe that was retrieved from London is distilled by Sebor in the Czech Republic. They have a great site, complete with a place where you can buy asbsinthe and info on various ways of drinking it. There’s also a very cool photo of an obviously absinthed Johnny Depp partaking of the “green fairy.” Just click the thumbnail for a closer look.

After weighing my options, opening the bottle and being impressed with the smell (anise flavored, vaguely reminiscent of Ouzo), I decided over ice was the best bet. Apparently, some of the rot-gut varieties were very bitter, so those wacky impressionists tended to mix sugar in. No need for that with Sebor.

So I had three drinks on the rocks. It’s strong stuff, about 110 proof. Overall, I really liked it. The feeling is akin to the feeling you get when you drink a really good tequila. Things seem a little sharper, a little more in focus. But there was no insanity (aside from what pre-existed). No hallucinations. No burning desire to become an impressionist and hang out in Paris. I’ll definitely finish the bottle. Not sure if I’ll ante up the kind of prices they’re asking for to have it mailed to the States, though.

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Leaving Las Vegas …

Well, the Vegas trip was pretty much of a bust. It was OK from the business side. Saw a few interesting products. Had a few interesting conversations. But I didn’t gamble, so I didn’t win anything (or lose anything, for that matter.) The most exciting thing that happened was an elevator ride — make that two elevator rides — with Mrs. Universe contestants. Mrs. Zimbabwe on Monday. Mrs. Peru on Tuesday. How did I know? There were wearing their sashes. Kinda hard to miss …

And then there was that dinner conversation with a bunch of newspaper operations guys. Tales of massive ink spills. Pressroom fires. Grippers. Sorters. And Stackers. Yup …