Ken’s moment of Zen: How the Dalai Lama played with my head
In journalism, you tell stories. Sometimes you become one. Friday at UC San Diego, wife Chris and I were covering His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama, the M80 Tibetan Buddhist monk and Nobel Peace Prize winner. He arrived for a press conference and started shaking hands with reporters in the front row. Since Chris and I had gotten up at 4:45 a.m. to have a shot at good seats, I was ready for a hearty grasp. Instead he asked my permission to touch my bald spot — similar to his own. The rest is Minor Media History. I posted photos, video and this first-person report at Times of San Diego. Bon appetit.
The Dalai Lama moves to trace a circle in my scalp — for sake of fun and frolic. Photo by Chris Stone
4 Responses
Hello Dali, well hello Dali. It’s so nice to have you back where you bald on.
You’re lookin swell baldy, I can tell baldy, you’re still glowin’ you’re still baldin’ you’re still goin’ strong.
Dali never go away, Dali never go away again.
Oops, didn’t intend to misspell Dalai. Must of had Salvador Dali on my mind. Sorry about that. Well, you have to admit it must have been a surreal experience.
It’s almost like a Christening ritual (well, Dalai Lama is a Buddhist, not a Christian). But it’s some kind of blessing.
Just one example that being bald has many advantages.
He’s a Buddhist, but a yellow hat, not a zen Buddhist.
Quick Silver
Hong Kong
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