From street thug to dharma punk (Salon)

how ironic - only two weeks ago, Frank and I spent several hours together - sitting down to a horrific Pizza Hut delivery job, washed down with a killer cup of Peet's Coffee.  As usual, we covered a lot of ground. 

I would say that, as far as The Dharma goes,  easily the deepest connection we made was when we kicked back to watch "The West Wing" - me laid out on my bed, Frank reclining in my wheelchair -- reaching out to each other across the infinite space between, navigating the multi-threaded plot. 

in response to a request from me for some specific help with my practice, Frank said that he would send me some tapes by Stephen Levine.  Then he told me about Noah.  I had forgotten all about that story until i saw this.