About the Author's Biographer.
I love cheese.
And what could be cheesier than the author of the book writing a biography of the author of the author's biography?
There is something so wonderfully Blue Stilton in the feel of doing this. Or perhaps there is something reminiscent of a Wensleydale to this whole matter. OK, this truly has the taste of a Stilton - I only mentioned Wensleydale because I do so love the name.
Ah Wensleydale.
Have you noticed that I started the biography of
Swami-Ma Weka Fossicking In Forsythia by talking about
myself? I am glad you have noticed. I am now going to
blithely continue in a similarly rich but disparate Blue
Stilton vein.
Yes, I asked dear, sweet Weka if he would be so kind as to write an “about the author” section for the book. Now that! is truly reminiscent of a generously sliced wedge of Wensleydale upon a cracked-peppercorn cracker!
Cheese.
I told dear, sweet Weka that he could write absolutely anything that he wanted, so long as it was honest and spelled correctly. Did you know that there is a variety of cheese named Wellington?
Now if you knew Weka, you might read the biographies he wrote... . um yes, you might read them and giggle softly whilst mumbling something to yourself like...“Wonderful, silly bird! He is saying more about himself than he is about me.”
You might. Or you might not.
So, I do know some things I can tell you about him. Let's see:
Um, he plays electric bass in a band and has a partner with a musical name. Professionally, he does something involving computers for the Home Office (England). He has a son as well as a step-daughter. OH oh oh...and he believes the most outlandish tales I tell him! For instance, I once told him that in his previous life he had been a Carmelite nun – hahaha, I think he believed me for like fifty sweet, satisfying moments.
There must be other things I can tell you...like, he
meditates every fuckin' day. And that he certainly ain't
no health-food-freak-vegetarian (I have witnessed this
man in action, and let me just say: “Lucky thing I am
Enlightened”).
But you know, perhaps this one thing that comes to mind, perhaps this tells you as little about him as anything else - and this is from years back: I remember him ruminating over his apparent inability to pull the ladies, and coming to the conclusion that it might just be the fault of his overcoat. Seems he had just noticed it was emitting a distinct odour of stale beer and urine.
~ Zen Master Avatar Prem Anadi Bunny Rabbit The Third, garden-variety