September 4, 2002 She says to me, "A watched
pot never boils." and she's only twelve.
I say, "... you may ask yourself, how do I work this.. "
I've left Detroit.
Not much to report here except I must have seen the notorious Osama Bin
Laden at least four or five times while I was there. I saw him once at
a gas station. I saw him with his family at Leon's Diner. I saw him with
his friends, in a Dodge Caravan, and they were playing music
real loud. I also saw him driving a pick up truck on Michigan Avenue
into the Home Depot (the truck had saw horses in the back). In fact I wasn't
alone, for these were not illusions. Mimi confirmed my visions and said
she had seen Osama all around Detroit too. In fact, she said, he has been
known to stop regularly into "Catfish Corner" to buy a fish sandwich.
" ... you ask yourself, well.. how did I get here? ..."
Dad, is it time for my Spanish class yet?
Teaching Math in 1951:
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100.
His cost of production is 4/5 of the price.
What is his profit?
Teaching Math in 1960:
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100.
His cost of production is 4/5 of the price, or $80.
What is his profit?
Teaching Math in 1970:
A logger exchanges a set "L" of lumber for a set
"M" of money. The cardinality of set "M" is 100.
Each element is worth one dollar. Make 100 dots
representing the elements of the set "M." The set
"C", the cost of production contains 20 fewer points
than set "M." Represent the set "C" as a subset of
set "M" and answer the following question:
What is the cardinality of the set "P" of profits?
Teaching Math in 1980:
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100.
His cost of production is $80 and his profit is $20.
Your assignment: Underline the number 20.
Teaching Math in 1990:
By cutting down beautiful forest trees, the logger
makes $20. What do you think of this way of making
a living? Topic for class participation after answering
the question: How did the forest birds and squirrels
"feel" as the logger cut down the trees? There are no
wrong answers.
Teaching Math in 2002:
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100.
His cost of production is $120. How does the CEO
determine that his profit margin is $60?
Teaching Math in the fourth quarter of 2002:
El hachero vende un camion carga por $100.
La cuesta de production es.............
"..... My God What have I done! ....."
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Current playlist:
Snog - Third Mall From the Sun - State Rape
Estelle - A Man Called Adam
Chopin - Nocturne in E Flat
Herbaliser - Ginger Jumps The Fence
Armando T - Anaezi & Anechi
DJKrush - Roll and Tumble
Naked Funk - Billy
pure-research.net - (Psalms - Everything and More) Gold and Rose
dj carsten [switzerland] - relax your mind
" .. into the blue again .. "
Of course I never asked anyone to join this caravan. Or did I? Maybe somebody
should refresh my memory. I now try to drive the speed limit. If I'm on
a highway I try to obey the rules, i.e., Interstate 95 = 95 mph, Interstate
295 = 295 mph, and Route 1 = 1 mph., etcetra. Pretty easy. Now I'm driving
out of Ohio into Pennsylvania somewhere and after looping , "As The Days
Go By", about twenty times, until I am like jello from the vibrations
of the bass line, I turn it off to look for the silent water. The high
frequency whistling of some weird oscillation between my tires and the
poorly paved highway makes my bladder scream for relief. In fact I can't
drive forty miles without urinating due to this infernal sound. It gets
to the point, I have to turn the radio on to drown the noise out. Now
somewhere near exit 192 (Jersey Shore) on Route
80 (@ 80 mph ) , NPR radio has a speech of some adulterous ex-mayor
of New York City spewing vitriolic nonsense about correlations between
drug money and terrorism. He further barfs something about wanting to
do something for my children and their children and their children. No
sooner does he conclude his speech to clapping and cheering, a flat bed
truck loaded to its maximum capacity with at least eight gigantic fork
lift trucks goes zooming by me at a blur. Behind it, an AMES truck with
two trailers attached to it, and I go, " hey ! Didn't they go bankrupt
?" and my mind mumbles something like ' what is this? the same Jew,
but different yarmulke
' . After that four or five more trucks follow, completing this vision
of a high speed train of steel weighing millions of tons, flying ninety
to a hundred miles per hour into oblivion. I can only imagine those fork
lift trucks, on that first flat bed truck, were headed to a warehouse
in Secaucus to unload giant wooden crates filled with Grey Poupon mustard
or maybe the Elizabeth sea port to extract containers of metal gears out
of the belly of some cargo ship. Who knows. Maybe the other trucks had
fifty million EBay items and were shipping them to an EBay depot. But
who knows why trucks go so fast. It could be that methedrine fuels their
engines and they're in a hurry to bring all their cargo to our children's
children.
"... . time isn't holding up, time isn't after us, once in a lifetime,
same as it ever was..."
August 28, 2002 Dear Joe,
The title of this chapter is going to be "trublu". I'm sorry
it has taken so long to get back and forgive me for using this format
but so many people want to know the truth and how it is done ..
Method Motive / Motive Method
The Time and Date
The Place
The Conversation
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Current playlist:
DJ Krush & Toshinori Kondo - Ki-Gen
Massive Attack - Weather Storm
Coldcut - Timber
Cadien - Bud
Armando T - Bomba
King Kooba - Fooling Myself
Ultralights - Night In Ganymene
Otaku - Barbarian Whores
'Our algorithm is deterministic; it has no chance of committing any error.'
From: Jim on Wednesday, June 14, 2000 10:09 AM
To: Doug
Subject: Re: Marchin' On
New rules for the new economy
1. Increasing returns -- as connections add up, consequences of those
connections multiply faster
2. Plenitude, Not Scarcity -- value carried by abundance rather than
scarcity.
3. Follow the Free -- generosity begets wealth -- fall of prices takes
advantage of the only true scarcity: human attention.
4. Feed the Web First-- unless the web survives, the firm perishes.
5. Let Go Of The Top -- abandon the successful to escape its
obsolescence.
6. From Places To Spaces -- physical space replaced by anything,
anytime, anywhere (space)
7. No Harmony, All Flux -- most effective survival stance is constant
selective disruption that we call innovation.
8. Relationship Tech -- most powerful technologies are those that
enhance, amplify, extend, augment, distill, expand, and
develop soft relationships.
9. Opportunities Before Efficiencies -- unleash inefficient discovery
and create new opportunities.
In other words, don't worry about "letting down" anything or anyone.
Think Flux!
You are vorg ...
EXPLAIN GOD
"One of God's main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace
the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things
on earth. He doesn't make grownups, just babies. I think because they
are smaller and easier to make. That way He doesn't have to take up His
valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to
mothers and fathers."
"God's second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful
lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray
at times beside bedtime. God doesn't have time to listen to the radio
or TV because of this. Because He hears everything, there must be a terrible
lot of noise in his ears, unless he has thought of a way to turn it off."
"God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere which
keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn't go wasting his time by going over
your Mom and Dad's head asking for something they said you couldn't have."
"Atheists are people who don't believe in God. I don't think there
are any in Chula Vista. At least there aren't any who come to our church."
"Jesus is God's Son. He used to do all the hard work like walking
on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn't
want to learn about God. They finally got tired of him preaching to them
and they crucified him. But He was good and kind, like His Father and
he told His Father that they didn't know what they were doing and to forgive
them and God said "O.K."
"His Dad (God) appreciated everything that He had done and all His
hard work on earth so He told Him He didn't have to go out on the road
anymore. He could stay in heaven. So He did. And now He helps His Dad
out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for
God to take care of and which ones He can take care of Himself without
having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important."
"You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help you because
they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time."
"You should always go to church on Sunday because it makes God happy,
and if there's anybody you want to make happy, it's God. Don't skip church
to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This
is wrong. And besides the sun doesn't come out at the beach until noon
anyway."
"If you don't believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will
be very lonely, because your parents can't go everywhere with you, like
to camp, but God can. It is good to know He's around you when you're scared
in the dark or when you can't swim and you get thrown into real deep water
by big kids."
"But . . . you shouldn't just always think of what God can do for
you. I figure God put me here and He can take me back anytime He pleases.
And . . . that's why I believe in God."
~ 8-year-old, Danny Dutton of Chula
Vista, California,
for his third grade homework assignment.
.. I've admired big blue since I was a kid,
perhaps what I like about them the most these days, is their blatant honesty...
check this quote out from John Patrick, IBM vice president of Internet
technology;
"It takes the greatest sinner to know
how to repent. IBM is very enlightened
on this issue,"
...... I'm sure a more interesting article follows.
On the following quote:
I don't buy any of this nor do I condone this type of thinking. Music,
or art for that matter, is not some divine spiritual enema that one uses
to dislodge some confusion about who they are. I really wish people would
quit this type of banter. Who ever wrote this tripe, should be shot, chopped
up, and made into a sausage... So let this also be a warning to you ..
if you believe one iota of what follows, you are just probably a meat
eater and one step away from somebodies frying pan.
" When I was a young student, I occasionally sensed that practicing
had some sort of bearing on my whole life. But since I did not understand
that there was a connection between my feelings at the piano and my feelings
away from it, I was not able to use this intuition consciously.
Around the age of fifteen, however I knew for certain that when practicing
went well, I left the piano with a sense of well being that stayed with
me for the entire day. The result was that I was a better son, a better
friend, and a better student in school. On the other hand when I was confused
and unproductive on the piano, everything else that I did was adversely
affected.
I remember finding the piano a refuge from ambivalent feelings arising
from social encounters. Basically I viewed myself as playing two roles:
the person who sat at the piano and the person who related to his family
and friends. Beethoven was disturbed by the same conflict. "It troubled
him that his acceptance by others appeared to derive from his talents
rather than his qualities as a person."
Actually this conflict is quite common among individuals who reveal artistic
gifts. I was uncertain in my own mind which role really reflected myself.
Of course it never occurred to me at the time that the answer lay in all
that I was experiencing at the piano!"
~author unknown,
William Penn Treaty of Amenity ? 1620 or somewhere around there
The great spirit who made me and thee, who rules the heavens and the earth,
and knows the innermost thoughts of men, knows that I and my friends have
a hearty desire to live in peace and friendship with you, and to serve
you to the uttermost of our power. It is not our custom to use hostile
weapons against our fellow creatures, for which reason we have come unarmed.
We are met on the broad pathway of good faith and good will; so that no
advantage is to be taken on either side, but in all openness, brotherhood,
and love.
I will not do as the Marylanders did, that is, call you children and brothers
only, for often parents are apt to whip their children too severely, and
brothers sometimes differ; neither will I compare the friendship between
us to a chain, for rains might sometimes rust it, or a tree might sometimes
fall and break it; but I will consider you as Christians, of the same
flesh and blood and the same as if one man's body were to be divided into
two pans.
YOU MEAN .. They actually name housing developments?
Lafayette Hill
Nowhere to begin but with a smile on hearing the name Ms Sara bun. What
a dish. I remember her as 'light colored hair, a beaming smiler'. A beauty
for sure. King of Prussia, the deluge was confined to the black and white
TV pastels of Vic Morrow in "Combat" and Ed Sullivan. A tree
fort (three tiered) in an oak tree. A hand me down from early architects,
back beyond the backyard. In a ravine, with plastic sub machine gun, worming
into the earth in camouflage, building vine bunkers. After poison oak
and a week of calamine lotion baths, I moved to salamander, turtle, chicken,
rock, coin, and stamp collecting while studying with Theran Mills in his
Wurlitzer Lab. Somewhere around there we burned the woods down ...
Pat Marfone witnessed the act from a hilltop.
In between
First 45
on the Webcor
purchased from bicycle ride to 202 shopping center. Terry Manning liked
the Yardbirds "Heart Full oF Soul". Mr Denick was my science
teacher. My Dad worked GE International on the hill for over 10 years
and was getting fed up with the commute to Latin America besides RCA bought
the GE entertainment vaults. Yupper. Believe it or not, GE was in the
media business in Latin America, big bucks in Mariachi and Tangos. The
corporate takeovers were based on RCA contracts expiring and sales were
down. Thank you Elvis.
I bought my second 45
because I couldn't understand the lyrics to the verses.. and the chorus
was cool.
Floundering in the French language at Upper Merion Junior High ...
Linda Morris was really nice to me .. I really liked her a lot. I would
consider her my girlfriend. I rode my bike to Swedesboro once to see her.
I rode my bike everywhere. It was a red rusty piece of shit but I loved
it. I even used it to get two colored baby chickens from the pet store
over by 202 at Easter Time one year. Brought them home and hid them in
my closet. One was red and the other was green. I think I called them
"stop" and "go". I have a picture somewhere of them, it is in black and
white. I had all the Beatles cards .. first black and white
and then the Capital MacLen media pimps started hawkin' the colored ones.
I said, "fukit" and gave my whole collection to Anne Borcin
... Both of us liked Lennon.
Terry Manning and I tried to build another tree house out by his place
but the industrial park was growing around us. Somewhere around here I
realized I was a turtle. His father worked for Studebaker and he drove
an Avanti around. Pretty sharp looking car for the time. Once his mother
was driving me home through a thunder and lightning storm. When we got to General
Knox Road and I was about to get out of the car, a lightning bolt let
loose just as I opened the door. I remember lying on the ground moaning,
with tears in my eyes, looking for my mother. I must have lived to talk
about it.
Something was happening on the peripheral... Theran was really pumping
me up with theory ..so here I am learning minor, major, dominant7, flat5
augmented/diminished, at thirteen years of age .. I win a Science Fair
third place and I'm making radios in the basement. Some cornball band
is playing at the Junior High Gym with Allied Electronic Instruments and
Sears Silvertones, something with a groove. I was screwed already being
a recital piano player. I remember telling Tom Riehl, who was standing
next to me, "yo .. someday I gonna have a band with 15 guitar players".
Little did I know that it would be years before I got my Farfisa and Twin
Reverb. Somethin' else was happening .. The Mannings left for Englewood
to be closer to Studebaker headquarters and The Miller's were moving to
Jersey because Dad had hooked up with RCA's international (Latin America)
division.. things started getting grey here ... Linda had moved into the
development that was built where we burnt the woods down and it was getting
ridiculously freaky sittin' in a tree fort, by myself, watching all these
factories sprout up around it. The day came when my mother and I rode out
of King of Prussia for Hightstown. I was in the front passenger seat and
my sisters in the back. I remember crying as we drove past Swedesboro
on the turnpike. My mother cried too.
Brooktree
I became known as the guy that would complain " New Jersey is a shit-hole"
in Junior High. I mean, here I am in a school district where they still
listen to provincial music. They even forced my to square dance !! Mutha
Fukkas !! Sheit .. I was into WIBG radio or something like that, craving the Ronettes and
Supremes and these guys are trying to KILL ME with do wop. It was backwoods.
... I worked a million jobs trying to get out. Paperboy, life-guard, lawn
mowin' service, snow-shoveling service, and wanna be marijuana dealer. Whenever
I had a free moment, I was outta town. I even skipped school and snuck
into lectures at Princeton, Columbia, and Rutgers as an excuse .. I wanted
acceleration.. I had to move fast. I had to move faster .. so I went to
Mannies and bought a Farfisa and Twin Reverb. I was making 75-150 dollars
a week between all my jobs. Kilos were 75 dollars and you could carry
them on the Suburban Transit bus. .. I needed a car next, so I bought
a 1951 canary yellow Ford two door from Ezra Schneider. It had a '57 Merc
317(?) cubic inch "punched out three over", 3/4 race cam, Holley four barrel,
Hurst speed shift cut in the floor, and a tweaked rear. What the hell
was I thinking ? Gas was somewhere around 40 cents a gallon. I had to go faster..
so I took some acid and went to the Fillmore and saw Jimmy Hendrix and
Moby Grape. I started smoking a pipe. Made my own custom blends for my
hero's in the National Honor Society. In fact, my partners were all in the
National Honor Society. I had a band and we played Doors, Animals, and
Strawberry Alarm Clock.
I read everything in sight. I remember most:
Kerouac,
Herman Hesse,
Henry Miller, and
Nietzsche
. I spent most of my time isolated in constructions of musical and poetic
climaxes. I drove 70 - 80 mph on the turnpike with Jesse Baker and Ruben
Hirsh, back and forth, from NYC, twenty times a week. Senior year was
crazed. Mike Bingham, Bill O. Byrne, and I spent more time in Princeton
University and Westminster Choir college dormitories than we did in in
our homes. In the mornings, we would sneak into lectures with our compatriots,
while Harold Watson and Susan Silverstein witnessed, with us, the most
horrendous rioting that we have ever seen. I knew it was a wonderful miracle
that I was still alive. I can remember that I was a 'Vice'-President of
student government, and that politics was hot. It was so hot, I woke up
one day and all the women were taking off their peasant dresses, and we
were all drinking Boon's Farm and smoking 'joints' an ounce at a time,
naked. Things got hotter yet .. I was in Puerto Rico vacationing when
the radio says, " deciembre veinte quatro numero dos". The friggin'
lottery. What the fa ... I'm number two in the draft. Bob Dunham freaks out and completely
bypasses, misses the acid tent, Lloyd Renk and David Wright get busted
at a swim-club I'm supposed to be life guarding. Doug Forer and I barely
escape. The police miss the three ounces stuffed in the toes of my wingtips
in the locker. I think everything must have exploded because the network
circuits are glowing. I'm studying Chopin with Ming "Fred" Chang
on a Steinway, playing the Hammond at St. Anthony's, and struggling to
keep our band, "The Joyful Noise", together. I'm wondering where
the time went. I had barely graduated High School and haven't even considered
going to college... I'd been helping Richie Emmons build this geodesic
dome out of 2x4's in the middle of nowhere .., the band was playing Country
Joe and the Fish and "Light My Fire" for fifteen minutes (with very
extended solos) .. and I have only one option for a 2S deferment. I have
to find a college that will have me quick or do the Canadian trip. I really
didn't like Canada, other than to visit. Harold and I got lost in Toronto
for a day once, ... .
Schuyler Street and Syracuse NY
"In
war, truth is the first casualty." - Aeschylus
to be continued with more of that later ...
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