The Essence of Mahayana? (Venkatesh)

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  1. kjhMay 20, 2021 at 12:13 PM

    Haha! Oh I love a good paradox--any word play or cleverness really gets to me. Puns too! A friend and I were recently singled out (doubled out?) and (lovingly, playfully) mocked for liking puns. I said, I still remember punny business names from a decade and a half ago that I loved: Avant Card (a stationary store in Berkeley that I saw in 2004!), Bearly Awake (a coffee shop up in Red River, a small ski area north of Taos), Life of Pie (pizza shop in Portland), Tequila Mockingbird (this one I only heard of, didn't encounter), The Notty Woodpecker (a hokey, charming artisan gifts and random little collectibles, antiques, etc. shop up in the Hudson River Valley)... the list goes on. Which is all to say, this delights me

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