The Digger Archives Guestbook 2002

These are the Guestbook Entries from 2002. Please visit the current Guestbook if you would like to leave your own comments. We also have a Discussion Forum where there are threaded topics.

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NOTE: this file contains the entries from October, 2002. The regular Guestbook contains entries later in 2002.

Name: Eileen
E-mail Address:
Date: 31 Oct 2002

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Eric~

Just hungrily watched the French Digger vedio I just received from you. Thanks so much. I will show it to my girls. Wonder what they may get from it?

It is so interesting hearing the now, old time Diggers telling the story, telling the intention. Thank god for the visionaries. I remain in awe of what was done to this day. The ability, the mind set to create the message in the way it was done. Such incrediable minds! I don't think one word has changed..nor attitudes. Certainly was a tear in the eye to see a bit of that time, and us once again, before time tracked us down.

I once again question my own part in it as a bit player. What did I offer of significance besides being there? What did I learn? I designed and sewed clothing, my vision, that dressed loads of people in one of a kind custom clothes fitted right on their naked bodies and gave it all away. The freedom not to have to put a price on my clothing was a lesson in true value. I did not have to worry if it would sell or if it would fit the market. Now the value of my work is in dollars and cents. Which puts me in a loop that has nothing to do with it's true value and puts a judgement on my work..twists it into my ability as a seller, a hustler of wares..not my cup of tea. In the end it finally took all my inspiration the design away. I am now just beginning to go back to material, textile printing. This time with no purpose but for my own pleasure. I am getting quite a stash and in time will begin to give it away.

I finally realized there must be something we do that is not for sale. Something that we love to do that is not motived by/for money. This must be what the Digger Archives are for you. And how lucky we are that you make a space for us here, as well as share what you have of our history.

Too bad there are so many photos that never resurfaced. There's one of me belly dancing at Glide Church, I would give my right arm for! I heard it was auctioned off on the street. I always wondered who took it and who bought it. There is a pictue at the beginning of the video of a poster in a window taken on Height and Ashbury with 3 people in it. One day last yr I saw that poster there and it stopped me..the blonde woman on the left looked like Ariel to me. I looked at the clothing more closely and suddenly realized the reason it looked like Ariel, was it was me..and being sold! The irony of it!

Name: Michael Moore
E-mail Address:
Date: 31 Oct 2002

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RNA: get thee to a television tomorrow!:

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Thanks!

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Name: Eric
E-mail Address:
Date: 31 Oct 2002

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Here's another page of photos of Freewheelin' Frank through the years, the most recent taken in 2000. He looks as youthful even with the white hair as I remember him from 25 years ago:

http://mcclure-manzarek.com/freewheelin.html

Name: Mark Hebard
E-mail Address:
Date: 31 Oct 2002

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Here is a link to Larry Keenan's site with lots of interesting photos including a picture of Frank Reynolds and Michael McClure in 2000. The photo is in his Counter-culture archive.

http://www.jackmagazine.com/beatnews/keenan.html

Name: Eric
E-mail Address:
Date: 31 Oct 2002

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Eileen and all,

Here are links to a clip from Nowsreal showing a street scene and argument at the Straight Theater, and at the end of the clip, Richard Brautigan planting his Please Plant This Book in the backyard of Willard Street (?) ...

Here's a 56k version (a bit jerky, but only 500k):

http://www.diggers.org/video/nowsreal_street_brautigan_56k.rm

Here's a much higher resolution version (but you should probably right-click and "save" this to disk before trying to run it, since it's a 5mb file):

http://www.diggers.org/video/nowsreal_street_brautigan_dsl.rm

You'll need Real Player to play these clips. It's free on the www.real.com site.

Eric

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 31 Oct 2002

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Nik, Im' saying so long to one gal, and hello to another. (Burning a bridge before I even crossed it). My activity pal Nancy is craving some activity; We plan on doing the Parade thing tonight. (Im' going as myself)...They plan on cutting off 6th Ave from Cannal to 23rd St. So you would have to back down West 4th from MacDougal..(one way heading East). But hey, just ring anytime that you see the lights on (from 3a.m. on, and we can move it on out). If not, anytime over the weekend..or when ever. Hey, my Brother wrote to me again and may move back to Eurica, Nor.Cal. in an effort to get Medicinal Grass. (cant blame a man for wanting to better himself)...I may join him as early as the summer of 2004 in order to team up with a childhood artist friend of mine who has a state job in North. Sacto. Will keep an eye out Nik.

Name: Eileen
E-mail Address:
Date: 31 Oct 2002

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Since there's an interest, I called Geoff Davis (out of the Forest Knolls, Kayanne loop) who lives in S Humboldt and got a report on Free Wheelin' Frank. He is alive and doing well after prostate cancer surgery. Geoff says he actually looks better than he has in yrs. He's got lot of friends and support.

Name: IMAM
E-mail Address:
Date: 31 Oct 2002

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Wow! A whole library worth of communications to catch up on - Leaving again soon - but wanted to wish everyone well. Thanks so much for your vital energies and words which contribute to my increasing faith in the future! - IAMIMAM

Name: whodunit
E-mail Address: we know
Date: 31 Oct 2002

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article predicting Wellstone's assassination http://www.voxnyc.com/archives/senator-assassination.html

Name: Hammond
E-mail Address:
Date: 31 Oct 2002

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Nicole - An update on the interesting doings of our mutual mate Stu Albert. He has initiated a "daily blog" for his thoughts to the world which can be read here: http://stewa.blogspot.com/ - Near freezing here in Portland! AsEver - H.

PS - I am so glad to know that Frank is still with us as I had heard rumor that he had passed along.

Name: Nicole
E-mail Address:
Date: 31 Oct 2002

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I saw Frank a couple of years ago at Sweet Williams when he was still living on Lombard St. He gave me a book to read called "A Crock of Gold" by James Stevens...said it was his favorite all time book and it has become mine...I've read and re read it at least ten times...great for reading aloud to kids...very magical.

and oh by the way juice...if there are olives around that means there must be an olive branch near by and that is a good thing.

Steve, My friend Lenny was going to bring his truck into the city from Pennsylvania so that I could move the bed...but I'm thinking with the Parade being on 6th ave tonite it may be a bit difficult traffic wise...what chu think?

Name: Steve Hemingway
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Hell, Banning books is child's play. I once wrote myself a speed letter; issued myself three verabal warnings followed by a termination slip. (I fired myself from a good paying job)...Upon requesting an "Exit" interveiw, the fuckers actually gave me a raise. (Somethin' about me being a moral booster)...Hey Eileen, I never met Frank, but it was cats like him who made the Frisco Chapter stand out as Purely Original. I very well may have layed a few bucks on some of the gals and kids of the Bat Clan in S.F. I visited an apartment building at the invitation of a heavy weight bearded cat who had organized the rent strike there. They had painted "Rent Strike" on all of the windows and the only thing that zoned each dwelling was the obviose hallways...other than that it was a free flow mad house. I cant remember if I was riding on my own reputation or what,..but I was treated like a visiting dignitary. I started to flash the cash and I was mobbed by a whole swarm of munchkin's... I dont recall the occasion...

Name: Eileen
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Yes Steve~The very same. I believe I was in the general vacinty when he was putting it together. Let's see, I believe he lived in the cubby hole in the maze of basement space below uuh was it Hank's place? And weren't Joanie and Billy Batman living upstairs? Frank and I were friends of sorts. I was pregnant with Ariel and living down the hill, was it 7th or 17th st? And Coyote was putting his chopper together that Bryden would eventually paint.Frank was always easy to get along with.

If Frank is still alive he's probably still living in Southern Humboldt (northern Ca) out in the hills. I moved away from there, snd have lost track of him. Sweet and crazy as he always was..with a few less synapses firing due to his drug of choice. A shadow of the physical self we knew in his youth..imagine his health not the greatest. Still talking poetry and visions. Sane and crazy with lots to say. Always a great big greeting from him. He really has a hold on what and who we were and an open fondness for old friends.

Damn, I'm never gonna get off this computer.

Name: Hammond
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Steve - what a great concept - banning your own book. Now we all want to read it even more than before! and - Frank's book is certainly worth the read - scan away Eric and bravo.

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Hey freind; speaking of Books; I remember skimming a San Francisco Chronicle article..(I think)...around 1975???).. the word "MIND FUCKERS" popped out at me!...no shit; It really my caught my eye; so I read further and found that it was the title of a book that had recieved favorable reveiws... (Aint that a Mind Fucker???)

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Eileen...Freewheelin' Frank Reynolds????

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Hey, I do my best writing when I gotta pee real bad. At this point, I feel that I owe you all the inside scoop. My upcomming book (which I may ban myself)...will in "Fact" be "Objective Truth". Here's the Basic Foundation to which I base this statement: " All relevant objective truths are born and die as absurdities. They come into being as the monsterous claim of an inspired rebel and pass away with the eccentricity of a superstitious crank. Only between these extremities of the mind is 'objective truth' truly true, alive at the center of everything. Then this truth inspires the deeds of people and helps them form the images of faith. Thus, 'objective truth' is equally at work in the totems and taboos of savages, the pyramids of Egypt, the gods and centaurs of the Olympian friezes, the cosmology of Dante and the theory of the expanding universe."...(but you knew that)

Name: Hammond
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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What - rewriting who's words? The Dr. is out for the count it seems as he apparently unable to read the lines, much less between them.

Name: Eileen
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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OOH Eric~ You should scan that Free Wheelin' book for Steve! I bet he would really appreciate Franks work..and I would love to see it again. Thanks for Richards! The best part of that book was putting it together. That was fun time for us to be working with him. Those pictures on the cover was Calidonia sp?, Joanie and Billy Batman's sweet girl.

Speaking of whom..Miranda and I spent a few days with Joanie and Bryden on the mesa west of Taos, New Mex umm maybe 3 yrs back. They were building their adobe home from scratch while living in a tent set up like a cross between a Gypsy and Arabian encampment. They have been totally clean some 16 yrs now. So full of Light, life and delight. Ah a blessing to see two people who were incrediable loaded, even MORE incrediable clean. Bryden is still painting and Joanie still the loving, high dear person she always was. That relationship has become a miracle to me.

Once when I just could not get in gear to start sewing. In a bout of precrastionation, I asked Bryden..in one of his usual stoned moments, How do you do your art loaded all the time. He say's..I just DO IT. That certainly put a hole in all my great reasons for not being inspired to function.

Name: Mash Hebard
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Juice, Like I taught my children, please chew your food well before you swallow it.

Name: Eileen
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Mark~ I'm not on the computer either. I figure if I don't wear my reading glasses or stand while typing, it doesn't count.

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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My good Doctor Sausage...dont ride my ass so close...they might think that we are one in the same... Hey, while you are on the subject of fucking with other people's work...I used to do that in a very broad sense. I would structure my writing (unrhyming, naturally) to other folks "Poems". My hang up was that while brilliant; my stuff had no beguining, middle or end. So I would "Structure". Using their outlines as a frame work; so to speak. As a result More Than A few would actually end up Rhyming..It was Errie. Try it some time. You have the right Idea...Its just that you cannot have ANY of your words match the "Original...Dig? P.S. I alway gave credit to the Poet who I "Abstracted" from. (It's only right)...and in a sence its as if it some how gave flight to the seeds that were planted. Dig?

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Hey Juice; I get the definite impression that the best part of you may have very well ran down yer' Mamma's leg. Please refer to my original advice.... And this time READ IT!

Name: Dr Sponge
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Hammond I have re-written your poem substituting all words starting with the letters S & M with the words sausage or mash . I believe this provides the depth that hasnt been achieved . what do you think

WHILE THE sausage sausage sausage HIS FABULOUS mash

While the sausage sausage sausage his fabulous mash For the kingdoms in the eye of a fool, Let us continue to waste our lives Declaring beauty to the world

And let us continue to praise truth and justice Though the eyes of the sausage turn black And the sausage juice of the universe, Like the ruptured brain of God, Pours down upon us in a final consecration

OK perhaps next time you could pick something with a few more M's in .

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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That fuckin' Henry!, and those Diggers!...Damn!!! A victim of retroactive plagarism again! Those fucker's stole my Ideas years before I thought of them! Back to the Ol' drawing board. Heres an outline that I punched out earlier this mourning: Please note that this material should be skimmed and not read as such, and should be cross referenced to the Boyd Library Of Essential Information which is a work in progress. ESSAYS FOR THE MENTALY RETARDED AND THE RED CHINEESE. CHAPTERS: Act One: Extraneous and Heterogeneous Ornaments. Act Two: The Big Thumb In The Pie. ****** Dictionary of supplemental topics shall follow. Now folks; please bear in mind that the finnished product should be absorbed with this in mind: "Because one has only learnt to get better words for the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which one is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture is a new beguinning, a raid on the inarticulate with shabby equipment always deteriorating in the general mess of imprecision of feeling, undisciplined squads of emotion".....T.S.Eliot. Now on a more Impersonal note. I should have had the Office Administrator change my E-Mail address when I had the chance....From the Mad-Bomber type input ive' gotten....I highly suspect that "Curios" reported me to the Angry Brigade. I further suspect that he very well may have queered the deal which eight-balled me from the NYC Anarchists. Say it aint so Curious! Hey gang, Im' spending my evenings typing, and am in the process of drafting a Dear Jane Letter to the Heavy Duty Tutonic Nazi-Bitch Babe. I was after her stuff for all of the wrong reasons. That natural platinum and steel blue eyes promised Arian Antics big-time...but...hey,..Its not that I got any signals crossed; hell, we both grabbed a funky bunch on our last lover's clinch... Its just that I must follow the true artist's course which Leonardo layed down. "Remain as One" Do not Divide" So, freind(s)... It looks like the solitary, nasty, brutish, fun life for this boy. (what a difference a day makes)... Hey Nik, In reference to the F.F.O.R. Page...please take this under advisement...No lasting universe of beauty was built from fragments of creation. (not until my book hits the streets anyway) Later.

Name: JUICE
E-mail Address: LOOKIN@HIPPIES
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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HEY DIGGERS- GO DIG AN OLIVE FROM YOUR ASS HOLES

Name: Hammond
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Indeed - just like "the ruptured brain of God!"

Name: Mark Hebard
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Hammond, Not to worry, I have already adjusted it and sent it off to a friend or two. The mercurial Mr.PB slipped this to me during a sun drenched convertible ride through the Santa Cruz mountains a few weeks ago. Stuck like brain glue.

Name: Hammond
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Mark - Quite a good poem and all too regretably appropriate in this time of Bush - The lines break with each upper case letter - Sorry, I should have posted it in form. H.

Name: Mark Hebard
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Hammond,

Thanks for putting that up. It hit my ascending bullseye.... Mark

Name: Hammond
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Mark - re: Patchen Poem

The poem is shown below. It was first published in "The Love Poems of Kenneth Patchen" (City Lights, 1960). It's also on a recording of Patchen's work: "Kenneth Patchen reads his love poems" (Folkways Records FL 9719, 1961).

Cheers, :-) Hammond

WHILE THE SUN STILL SPENDS HIS FABULOUS MONEY

While the sun still spends his fabulous money For the kingdoms in the eye of a fool, Let us continue to waste our lives Declaring beauty to the world

And let us continue to praise truth and justice Though the eyes of the stars turn black And the smoking juice of the universe, Like the ruptured brain of God, Pours down upon us in a final consecration

Name: friend
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Steve,

Someone has already written/posted a book-in-progress on the net. He’s been promoting a copyright-free world for years now. The books finished now, and can be “bought” in bookstores. You can still read the early drafts of the free version at: http://www.peterussell.com/SG/index.html. I highly recommend any form of this work. Also, its well worth the free ticket to peruse the rest of his site: You can find more of his writings here: http://www.peterussell.com/scg/scg.html. And the rest of the fun stuff at: http://www.peterussell.com/index2.html. (I used to have How to be a Wizard posted on the home page of my old website.) For those fortunate bay area dwellers, he hangs out there a lot.

Speaking of titles, I have a book called “The Cake Bible”, I don’t believe there would be any infringement on the use of the word in other titles.

Now, off to work!

Love, your friend

"Are you a God?" they asked the Buddha. "No," he replied. "Are you an angel, then?" "No." "A saint?" "No" "Then what are you?" Replied the Buddha, "I am awake."

Name: Hammond
E-mail Address: writenow@spiritone.com
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Steve - The only author that comes to mind who sold work by the page in this fashion was Henry Miller who did this in Paris for chump change = a dollar per page. This sexually graphic series of 'one-offs' originally sold to collectors in serial format was eventually published in toto as "Opus Pistorum." Thanks for taking the time to look in on my painting and so pleased that it spurred you to action in any fashion. 'WithOutWords' we get to the invisible language of real things. Hammond

Name: Mark Hebard
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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I am not on the computer,.....really. Does someone know the Kenneth Patchen poem that has the line "when the sun spends it's beautiful money" and where it can be found?

Name: Eric
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Eileen:

Here's the full text and scans of Please Plant This Book:

http://www.diggers.org/plant_this_book.htm

I haven't scanned Freewheelin's free book (yet).

Name: nicole
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Friend/Raven/sam/Eileen...thank you both for the exchange on the discussion page...anyone who hasn't read it...take a minute

Name: Eileen
E-mail Address:
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Steve~

HA..some Digger wrote it already.

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 30 Oct 2002

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Eileen; an original story rates original illustrations. Copies rate copies...Let the pirates and bootleggers handle that end of it. One-Offs!... It's the old scribe thang'. (Not that IM' going to use a quill pen by candle light)....Oh;..thanks!!!...thanks alot!!... You sure planted the seed this time!!! Stop the presses! Theres an ancient wooden pedestal slanted writting stand complete with ink well hole that is collecting cob webs in a dark corner of the Sanctuary! I will get back to my Caligraphy Roots, and toil like the Monk that I am....I will compile a One-Off leather-bound "Homeskin" journal as a "My Masterpice". Ink, Goose Quil Pen, etc. Ive' got some Gregorian Chants in my Hip Record Collection. A Title, a Title...Ive' got it!...I will call it the BIBLE....Ya, that has a certain ring to it!...The Bible...Au....My question is this...Has that title been used before???....

Name: Eileen
E-mail Address:
Date: 29 Oct 2002

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Steve~

Glad to hear you're thinking of a book! It made me think of Plant This Book and Free Wheelin's book. I wonder if Eric has them on this site? I bet he's got copies. Those were pretty unusual and had the Real Thing touch and definitely limited editions. But I cringe at the originals of your pictures going into your book. I mean it has a nice feel, but why not make copies and not loose the orginals? I sure would love to see your work!

Name: Eileen
E-mail Address:
Date: 29 Oct 2002

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Hi Nicole~

I appreciate you telling me about Linda. Better I know. I lost touch with her after Janis died and tried to find news of her off and on. Always wondering what projects she had going, you know? Last I heard yrs back she was into stain glass windows..or at least into a project. Now THAT would have been something to see, no doubt.

I was thinking today about something she said to me once when I was struggling with men's pant zippers. I consider myself a classical seamstress. I wanted the finsih to be just so. With all I had learned (which was a lot) I had never learned how to put in a jeans type zipper..a pretty comlicated affair. I went to her and asked how to do it "right". She said she didn't know, she said she just bluffed her way through til it came out right..she just made it up. Well, that's the way I had always designed and that statement gave me the final freedom I needed and often went through my head whenever I got stuck. It helped me to know someone that was doing the incrediable work she did, was just winging it too! The name of the game in the 60's for sure!

I sew very little these days, although Ariel still tries to make me sew up some latest outrageous design she's got in mind. She learned how to sew by watching me when she was little. So when push comes to shove (when she gives up bullying me) she figures out how to do it. For a long time she wanted to go into clothing design, but never got it off the ground cause Coyote had a more practical vision for her..and he held the purse strings. Thus, she is now Dr Coyote.

Yes I did see Bobby's site ages ago. What a sweet guy. I'm glad he's doing something that sounds so fun!

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 29 Oct 2002

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Hey Hammond. In reviewing picture two in Folio III, Serious Real: The Anti Journal 2:1,... I had the overwhelming desire to dig out an old portable type writer that I had picked up for short money at the 8th. St. Sally last year. I had originally restructured a series of songs that were composed by Englishmen,.. And had worked up a genious work based on "The Very Thought Of You",.. but trashed it due to ribbon failure. I had tucked it away because the ribbon is some what dried up and fades out half way through a sentence and must be rewound often. But fuck it. Your Picture Two spured me on to continue William Bourough's work..(Play?)...the Beat goes on. Im' compelled to pick up the torch. I see now that losing my abuillity to speak is no doubt my redemption. Im' creating a writter's corner in my room, which consists of the typer on two old wire milk crates and a folding metal chair (property of revolution books)...It's all falling right in place. I Will resume my working script, titled, "The Worst I Ever Called You Was Cuban Bob." I Will inter-weave it with my original "Will Keep Fresh 7-10 Days After Opening Journal Journal". It will hopefully expose exposure, compose composure, report reports, document documentation, create creation, dispell dispells and edit editions (among other things). It is not intended for mass consumpion in the real world/real time level... But,..It is my hope..In my capacity as the publisher..that the market appeal will be as such; It will be purchased by the page..(un-numbered) as I will no doubt revise and rework continually)...where by making it a true "Work in Progress).. and no two people will ever most likely have an exact matching edition...which I might add will be Illustrated with originl art work, and not reproductions. Now,..My question is this...Has it been done? Hey man, again...thanks for the inspiration. I can hardly wait to write about what hasnt happened yet...and on that note...I hope it happens soon.

Name: Mark Hebard
E-mail Address:
Date: 29 Oct 2002

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Winstanley,

Click on "site map" at the very top of this page. Then go to near the bottom of the site map page and click on "Atomz search of the Digger Archives", then type "Winstanley" in the "search box" and click "search". This will bring up all the references to Gerard Winstanley in the Digger archives. Click on the blue highlighted words to bring up the text. Hope this helps.

Name: Eileen
E-mail Address:
Date: 29 Oct 2002

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Winstanley~

Just so you don't feel you're being ignored. If a Search brought you here for this name, you may need to address the site manager, Eric..by going to Feedback. I son't know who you're talking about. Sorry

Name: nicole
E-mail Address:
Date: 29 Oct 2002

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Eileen, yeah, sorry for that sort of news...it was about 6 mos ago...a matasticised cancer of some kind...sort of fast. I've stayed in contact with the Big brother and holding co family and they let me know about it. did you ever check out my brother Bobbys web site? www.eastwestoutfitters.com It's a strickly catch and release fly fishing outfit on the Delaware and on the North Platt...

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 29 Oct 2002

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Ya Eileen, Cumberland was a kid freindly street. I got active and helped "PUSH" a residents's petition for speed bumps. Rick Brown owned the whole Bld. He was a retired Actor (the Cooper fim, Veracruze) I spent alot of time on the roof and in the backyard garden. The artist Vaugn Bode (Wizard of ID) was a regular at my place, and the "Marlebouro Man" was seen ducking in and out. (before his acting career took off) Hi Tom! I used to walk over to the Mission and eat at the oldest Mexican eatery in the city. It was all cooked by Mamma, and the girls. There was also a Mob hangout that served the best Veal Scalopini ever, I always had mine Sec. The park was a trip. I also lived across the park on church St. with my first wife. Right before the street car hits the tunnel. God; it wasnt a movie...it was real, wasnt it. Maybe Im' suffering from some sort of drug induced disorder...this site is really taking the wieght off. It's good medicine. Well, back to my tea.

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 29 Oct 2002

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Hey Mark, one evening during an acid black out, I was told that I apparently tried to "connect" with a stray cat that had taken cover under a parked car in front of RuePic. I was later told that several concerned patrons as well as a few of the locals tried their best to connect with me. I was also told that Paul Newman and his wife were there also, but I doubt if they did much coaxing to get me from out under the car. I wonder what ever happened to that cat?...Oh well; ships passing in the night. I had a wild time above the Folsom Prison. Around 1971 we were getting MDA from Chicago that was being buffered into what was at that time called MDM. I was never up on the names of all of that shit; it was all M&M's to me. Napaless Finger Hash and Blond were all over Berserkely. Thi sticks were the true path to spiritual enlightenment at that time. The Warlocks on the Haight were balls deep in African Elephant Grass..(the Jeff Beck of weed-dom)..The big blue-green sticky Nor Cal Bannana sized bud clusters were rare but, hey...so were we. Oh, well...back to my cup of tea. Hey I lived on your side of Pine Street, just down passed the parking lot. I shared a neat walk up with Whip Woman. There was a wierd (doncha' know) phone booth on Pine that would actually break into calls if the party that you dialed was tied up. More than a few times I would connect with three way conversations. I had a friend named Roger who pilled himself to death near your place. Hey, Does anyone remember Craig Downs??? Christ, he had the right name. His fingers were fried to nubs. He was forever setting beds and furniture on fire with lite cigaretts. Him and tracy were walking incinerators. I tripped with craig and his hands were like to much. It was a real horror show.

Name: Winstanley
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Date: 29 Oct 2002

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If y'all discuss what is on this website as much as your own personal lives, please submit some entries in the next few days on the topic of Gerrard Winstanley- as you may understand by my name, he is a namesake of mine, Winstanley being my last name. This website has intrigued me a great deal, and I am extremely interested in his writings but i fear I do not have sufficient time to read through them thoroughly. Thus, I ask for you, who seemingly visit this site frequently, to perhaps outline some details of his writings in his pamphlets. Merely for my own interest, but also due to the fact that I personally am currently in the process of writing my own "pamphlet" in the form of a book, on societal practices and topics that are currently 'hot' with the world's ethos, such as racism, sexism, all of the "ism's" as well as ways in which we may learn to live in harmony with less brutality and more humanity. It occurs to me to research much of the topics before i write freely of my own ideas, so as to gain as much knowledge on them as i might possibly do. I only found this site out of boredom and searching the web for my name, where I found this site listed, and it immediately caught my eye. I am also wondering if you could put me in direct conversation with Mr. Christopher Hill, the author of the segment on Gerrard Winstanley, or Mr. Kenneth Rexroth, the author of the segment on the diggers. One of the reasons for my vast intrigue is in the case that this man may be an ancestor of mine, and an interest in my roots, possibly explaining an almost hereditary interest in societal theology. I would be most obliged if any of you could answer this posting, if not with significant answerance, than with assurance that you cannot help me in any of the ways I have outlined. With great thanx, -Winstanley

Name: Eileen
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Date: 29 Oct 2002

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Nicole~

A lump in my throat with that news of Linda's passing. Yes, the whole time she was sewing for Janis we were tight. Such an prolific, inspired multi talented hard driven artist and woman. I'm surprised Coyote didn't tell me. I suppose he forgot how much time we spent together (alas his brain slippage is worse than my on, good things he kept notes ha!) When did she die and how? For you of those that might be interested, she designed and sewed all Janis Joplin's stage clothes and probably most of her street clothes. She made some judge his court robe out of denim and who knows what trippy stuff inside and detailing. She was a great inspiration to me as a sister seamstress and designer. Outrageous woman with coffee for blood. Oh there's way to much to tell. But she was a roman candle to our sparklers.

Steve~Coyote and I had a little house/cabin on Cumberland..on the corner behind the jade plants and trees. It was actually 2 cabins built inot each other like a chinese box..one side of my house holding the supports and connections to the other. Lynn Brown lived next door. It had been but as refugee cabins after THE SF earthquake.

Just stopping for tea I am not on the computer I am not on the computer I am not..

Name: Nicole
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Date: 29 Oct 2002

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BTW Eileen, did you know that Linda Gravenitis died? I'm thinking that you knew her pretty well...last time I saw her we went for a drive up the coast (rather down the coast) to a restaurant in Santa Cruz and she had asked about you...I just found myself thinking about her and her great smile and thought I'd pass that along if you hadn't heard...ps I hope you are still sewing...

Name: Mark Hebard
E-mail Address: Bard382@aol.com
Date: 29 Oct 2002

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Eileen,

I was following your lead today, staying off the computer and getting some painting done. Now, thanks to Sprog and you I have damn Cerulean Blue finger prints on the keyboard. In the words of a very funny old friend, "What we have is a lack of self-discipline." Where is my turpentine?

Steve,(from last night)

Rue LuePic was across the street and down a half block from the dump I lived in. I had calves tongue with green olive sauce once. One of those expensive forgetable meals. They only had one sitting each night so you had to get a table early. I used to fight for parking spaces on Mason hill below the Mark Hopkins after 4:30. I would just leave the doors unlocked, windows down so they wouldn't be broken, leave the glove box open and throw the contents on the floor overnight. Nobody ever broke into my car.

I was finishing up a BFA at CCAC in Oakland on GI bill, wife was working at St. Lukes on Army St. To save bucks I took a job with the SF SPCA that furnished an apartment we moved into on the 2nd floor of the 16th st. building above the clinic and a small salary to be pick up animals in distress in the city at night. There are some insane stories from that era. The movie with Jim Belushi and James Woods about freelance photographers (Salvador?)opening scenes were filmed on the roof where the fully crazed dogs were caged. I used to go up a burn a big fattie with them in the evening. They never seemed to mind. I used to drive by the Folsom Prison bar quickly, creeped me out.

We used to hit Dance Yer Ass off and Bimbo's (saw Sylvester there, very wierd mens room), The Yellow Brick Road, The Boarding House, The Intersection Comedy club, The Keystone Club for jazz, Great American Music Hall and drank at Cobbs down off Lombard then later a Perry Boys in Cow Hollow. Burned down hangovers at Leon's Barbeque at the Zoo. Roosevelt was the cook, they just shut down about a month ago. We even ventured into Toads Hall once but it was too much for me. We eventually moved up to Miraloma Park behind Tower Market for some quiet and qualudes. We also had a flat on the corner of Rivoli and Cole but by that time it was just too fucking dangerous in that neck of the Haight. Ahh....memory lane. Who says we can't remember anything?

Name: a friend of friends
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Date: 29 Oct 2002

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Yes Steve - our stories are vital beyond their meaning to us personally. Now that the rock groups and roadies have written and re-written their take on the 60s-70s via the venues of constant stone roadtrips, and mako shark groupie tangles it is time for those of us who have survived to streach our memories and dreams back into focus for those coming up on the new here and now as Steve suggests - The New Bohemians - as they (our stories) will help provide a foundation as the Beats and before Beats did for us. Everyone knows we got incredibly stoned - but what we thought about is not well covered...... Message out....a friend of friends....

Name: Eileen
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Date: 29 Oct 2002

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Now THIS is what makes having a computer worth it!!!HA HA HA HAHAHA

Made my day..although I am not on the computer......

Name: Dr Sponge
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Date: 29 Oct 2002

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The following is the transcript of an ACTUAL radio conversation that took > place in October 1995, between a US Navy ship off the coast of England, > and > a British authority. The transcript was released by the MOD. > > BRITS: Please divert your course 15 degrees to the South, to avoid a > collision. > > AMERICANS: Recommend you divert your course 15 degrees to the North, to > avoid a collision. > > BRITS: Negative. You will have to divert your course 15 degrees to the > South > to avoid a collision. > > AMERICANS: This is the Captain of a US Navy ship. I say again, divert YOUR > course. > > BRITS: Negative. I say again. You will have to divert your course. > > AMERICANS: THIS IS THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER USS LINCOLN, THE SECOND LARGEST > SHIP > IN THE UNITED STATES' ATLANTIC FLEET. WE ARE ACCOMPANIED BY THREE > DESTROYERS, THREE CRUISERS, AND NUMEROUS SUPPORT VESSELS. I DEMAND THAT > YOU > CHANGE YOUR COURSE 15 DEGREES NORTH. THAT'S 15 DEGREES NORTH, OR COUNTER > MEASURES WILL BE UNDERTAKEN TO ENSURE THE SAFETY OF THIS SHIP. > > BRITS: We are a lighthouse. F..... off

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 28 Oct 2002

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Hey Eileen; I hung up my spurs for good. But I will NEVER hang up my Rock-N-Roll Shoes!!! The "BEAT" goes on...which leads me to this; I see one hell of a Beat / Hipster movement on the way. The kids of today can plainly..(or should plainly) see that the so-called "Hippie" movement was just the youngen's playin' house. Come on kids, turn off the dial. Pick up a book...No; better yet, write a fuckin' book. Write anything...write about how much you dislike writting..Dig? Get into William Boughrows "Cut Up" style word mongering. Beat Mamma's Bongos, Hook a chick named Zelda; and if ya cant find one,..rename yer existing gal Zelda, build a motorcycle, Smoke Grass, Drink Booze, learn to spell, smoke more grass, Fuck alot, name yer first son "Pubert"....then fuck some more.. name yer daughter "Puberta"..then keep fuckin'..an when yer' through...(or half way through)...Join me at the back of the line. Let em' pick us last for the team...beter yet' fuck the team. Live a Poet's life..."Le Sang des Poetes" And you Collage bums and bumesses...take the pressure off!...cut the stress!...reclassify yer' selves!....change yer' status to Non-Credit. Hey, it's Dad's money. I hereby officially dub this century "AGE OF THE NEW BOHEMIANS" (Is that spelled right???)

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 28 Oct 2002

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Mark, ya, Polk Street, Polk Gulch, Polk Strassa...and Knob Hill...during that era the Rue Lepuic French cafe was on the corner of Mason and Pine. My old digs at the agency were at 815 Mason heading up the hill. Fella Hotel was a stones (stoned) throw. Dale's Barber shop was down after the chineese laundry on Pine. He's the cat who owned the Gold AMC Javalin. Jackie the seamstress was on the corner directly across from the French place. Sucker's Liquers was still on Polk, I lived on Lobster Thermador at the P.S. Reseraunt on Polk, I used Swonson's Fried Chicken, Chocolote chip cookies and Ice Cream as a suppliment. Frank the Chief was at the P.S. at that time. I first met Micheal Greer there (Queenie, from Fortune and Men's Eyes film), I also knew his light man. Frank also cooked at the Speak Easy in the ware house district. Sidhartha and Mom's apple grave where still going strong. I bought (and was given) my clothing at both places, I ran into Alice Copper there, (at both places). The Raven had just cranked up and had to have been "THE" den of eniquity of the hamburger world. Remember that Antique shop on pine that was owned by that frail Benny Hill type with the huge pompador hair style? Damn nice neighborhood. It was like everyday was Easter Sunday. (whatever that means)

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 28 Oct 2002

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Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 28 Oct 2002

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Mark, I had returned from FLA. and had grabbed a place on Cumberland St. off of Guerrero (Deloris Park); right on the edge of the Taco Belt at that time. After the parade I remember how clean cut looking and sharply dressed all of the Hells Angels were. The No Helmet crowd was dwarfed and swallowed up by the largest massing of free fuckin' sinners in America. It turned out to be an open air bike show. The scooter bums really got off on the compliments and inquires concerning their pride and joy (Choppers). The only down side that I heard was later on the news; One reporter stated that a girl fell off the back of a chopper heading out at a high rate of speed, and the rider kept going. Ya!..in truth he kept going right over the fuckin' bypass railing and onto the highway below. But think they could get it right? If I recall, the actual parade ended at the large rectangle pool, right? If thats the same parade, remember the cat who beat his meat in the center of the pool? I cant place his name right off...He was up staged by a gal who started whakin' off a dude at the south end of the pool. Some rough trade type kept pushing the back of her head as thousands chanted "Suck It"...well, some side-lining dude complyed and the crowd went nuts. The cops were all just smilin'. What a fuckin' town. The only police action that I saw was when they rushed my pal Richard who was riding on the trunk of the Folsom Prison Leather Bar parade car and insisted that he keep his sawed off double barreled shot gun racked open to insure that it was not loaded, (That reminds me of an MDA dog shit story that I wont get into right now)...anyway, it was a perfect sunny day. God, what a mellow crowd. That was the same summer that the Dead and the starship did their last free show (to my knowladge)in the park. The Angels of light did a thing afterwards a ways off, but I kept my distance. Thats the last time that I saw Roger Trudoue. It was wonderful.

Name: Eileen
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Date: 28 Oct 2002

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Sheesh! I can't get away from this thing. This is a PS. Ariel just called and said forget that download, it's a maze that is not worth if to find. Guess I will see if the have a tape I can buy. OK I'M REALLY OFF THE COMPUTER!!!!!

Name: Eileen
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Date: 28 Oct 2002

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Huumm~

I'm not really here on the computer, OK. I'm taking a break, pretending the woods I almost got to is here at home. Well, it practically. See, I was telling Ariel about the Dalai Lama talking to Stephen King and jeeze she laughed at me! Larry King, LARRY! So she went hunting and found the site with the intereview. She says it takes $4. to download. So if anyone's actually interested, here's the site. It's totally worth the $4 and keeping.

http://www.cnn.com/CNN/Programs/larry.king.live/archive.html

I also want to mention a brief interview that was done with Dick Gregory, from the Washington rally, with Demoracy Now, something I would love to find and copy..alas would mean computer time I don't dare get into right now. He said all I was so poorly trying to say, about we individually have to make the changes in our spirits and in our hearts and minds if we are going to make a change in the gov't. But I totally lack the words he had. He really made the loop so exceedingly clear.

And one more thing I saw at school today on the advisors wall that I had him copy. Really spoke to the bottom line I struggle with. Short and sweet:

Almost anything you do will be insignificant but it is very important that you do it. Mohandas Gandhi

Steve~A humbling experience grabbing that guy. Those little wake up calls from the Universe..ha! Don't you just hate that! Hang up those spurs.

Name: Mark Hebard
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Date: 28 Oct 2002

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SSBoyd,

Walk with me here. After the march up Market Street to the Civic Center, which was a great event with a large more mixed crowd than the earlier rallies this year, I hooked it up Polk St. in search of some calories. I lived on Pine St. one block down Mason from the Fairmont/Mark Hopkins in the early seventies. So Polk St. was a place I wandered through.

I remember getting up one weekend morning getting over a very bad hangover and heading out towards Cliff House for some medicine. Driving down Van Ness I noticed crowds of people along Polk St. as I passed through the traffic lights. We stopped and parked at SF Lincoln/Mercury on O'Farrell and Van Ness, our roomie worked in the parts department, and went to look. The first gay parade I had seen and it made for a very surreal day. Harvey Milk, I think he was running for supervisor, riding a convertible, Sheriff Richard Hongisto in another, everybody was elated and accelerated.

I may have two years overlapped here but trouble really started brewing when the parade route went by the Federal Building only to come face to face with 100's of bikers flooding the street in the middle of a protest of impending helmut laws. I don't know how this thing didn't blow up and there were some awful but some funny impromptu interactions. I don't know who had scheduled these two events for collision but somebody was asleep at the wheel. I also remember all the booths and tables around the Civic Center that had a number of people handing out info on STD's and talk of some unnamed disease that was going around the gay community.

Anyway, after a hard day of protesting, food was essential before heading out to get home to see game seven of the World Series. We hiked all the way up to California and I haven't been through the gulch for many years on foot. It is damn quiet now. The Palm's bar is gone. The Mitchell Bros. is the O'Farrell theater but I think they are still up to the same task as always. Miz Browns is now the Polk St. Cafe. Am I right about that? The Whole Earth Restaurant behind the Holiday Inn is a Macdonalds I think. The Wells Fargo Bank across the street is a Thrift shop. The Soup Kitchen, a great place, is history. Lots of old memories.

We had a great Italian meal in a place called Ti Piacera on Polk just across California, highly recommended by yours truly. We sat long enough at the window to have a few of the more colorful and semi-intentional performers to appear reminding us that this still was Polk St.

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 28 Oct 2002

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Sister Nik, I got the goodies and stashed em' on the rack, and will return your green tote bag when we connect. It was one hell of a hectic evening. I was out spice shopping. Having realized whats important in this sphere, Im stocking a personal winter hybernation stash of Olive Oil, honey, Oatmeal, Organic herbs & spices, canned Salmon and crab meat. An old habit that I never kicked. I will start on spirits and wine next week. Hey Nicole, Im really up about Hammonds visit, you are both in for a real beggars banquet, which may just stop short of walking on yogurt and flowers. Will close for now. P.S. Your bed says Hi! Oh ya, Mark...no one can accuse you of being a parrot of other men's thoughts! Your vibe is real, well grounded, rounded, and unbounded. When Mark talks; people listen. Warm reguards to everyone. Steve

Name: HOWARD
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Date: 28 Oct 2002

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JUST STOPPED BY TO SAY HELLO ---HELLO!!!!!!!!

Name: nicole
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Date: 28 Oct 2002

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Steve, I stopped by yesterday afternoon but alas you were out...I left a bag of things for you in the office...did you recieve? It was pretty congested in there because of the film crew and equipment and all...so I couldn't really find a proper place to put it...let me know... Hammond, I'm so looking foward to reading your book and seeing you here in NYC !!! The three of us should have a great time. See you here untill then, Nicole Mark, I like the way you think. Thank you. ps any thing more about the PD we talked about???

Name: nicole
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Date: 28 Oct 2002

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Name: Steve O'Boyd
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 28 Oct 2002

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Colin, when the census takers hit Southie, they mearly round off to get an acurate head count. They count the basement windows and multiply by twelve. I have a dear friend Opal Peirce; who married a few Southy men. She's a dear Cat Lady. Hey, Im more at home in Jamaica Plain..Ah...McBride Street. I urge them to give up the fight and to live life, not death. Let the dead bury the dead. That being said; Ive' attained it. Ive' finally busted out (IN??)...yep; Ive' recieved a priceless gift from one of the Super Human Crew....(unknowingly, on his part???)... First off.. It came about when I walked by the bathroom and theres this real tall dude pissin' with the door wide open. I grabbed this fucker by his collar and the back of his pants and drug his ass out with his dick still in his hand. I slammed him up againts the hallway wall; THEN I recognized him as one of the retarded volenteers who helps clean the sanctuary. He sheepishly zipped up, smiled and waved at me and mumbled something about being my friend. I felt two inches tall. It aint me babe. Before I go on...I want to wish every one a productive and joyful Holiday Season. Without rubbing it in; I sympathize with those of you who are not free from the worry about money: or the lack of it. Well Gang...Ive' hung up my weapons again: (twice in one month?)..this time its an instinctive effort; (not to avoid a potential premature death)..but rather; an attempt to extend my personal freedom; a freedom that I charish more than life itself. Im' taking the advice that I would give to any jaywalker who is keyed on fighting to the death the very person that he unjustly walked in front of..."HANG IT UP!!!" Not being one to do anything half way,..Im' having my flying death's head tattoo altered into a winged scarab. On the Activist front...The Impending War??? Well Folks; heres a loving realization: The war...like all wars from the beguining, are part of the order that governs the fuckin' universe; ...that being said,..The American "GOVERNMENT" WILL no doubt be FIRST! The Victor!..The WINNER!..the FIRST-IN-LINE! This my dear ones will seal "THEIR" fate as being LAST eventually. The same can be said of Ol' Georgie boy. Hey George...remember that little "Go Get Fucked" part?...well, "Do Yer' Thing"..fulfill yer' doomed destiny. Keep yer' freeze dried Karma. Diggers one and all; I emplore you to Abandon your goals of "beating" these "Victors". This is as humble as I get folks. Im' heading for the rear of the line. Color me HAPPY. Oh; my art? Hey, Im' balls deep In the divine art of life. The pictures and paintings will surely follow. I will bust out of at least one canvas per week...and no I wont close the door and cover my tracks. Anyone who flys a BOYD original on their living room wall will have a gateway to another dimension. A port hole that opens to the sea of mocking rhyme...and on that note...play a song for me.

Name: Colin
E-mail Address: cdesignguy@aol.com
Date: 27 Oct 2002

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Hey All- Whoo Hoo!! What a turn out in DC. I was in the thick of it all- running from the cops near the White House! The mainstream press are saying "tens of thousands" but in reality it was around 250,000 who particpated. I'm in the process of writing a story for my local paper (taking a while cuz I'm no writer). I'll get back to you all soon with highlights and ramblings.

Friend- thanks for your good vibes!

Steve- I have some Sothie Mob stories to share.

Name: Supreme Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 27 Oct 2002

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Holy humped up Tao! Jumpin' Satori! I made it to the 7th fuckin' Stage of Judgement! I shit you not! You want "Learning?"..Ive' learned! "Love?"...Instinctual, Erotic, Emotional, calculating, social, spiritual....Yep!!..(three ex-wives and nineteen triple ex-girl friends cant be wrong! Wage slave, whore, actor, man of means...covered! Conformist,...follower...well, lets keep it in the ball park...but Im' talkin' self realization here kids!...I eat, drink, and sleep. The Government pays me not to work! It's all embracing!!!...Im' a happy man! Heres the thing..Ive' been slingin' hash and picking up after these cradle to grave welfare suckin' low-rent, scum of the fuckin' earth Knew Jorkers for so long that it would make Ghandi sucker punch Mother Teresa. It was to much madness for to long! Give; give; give..and no take. I was ready to carve the sign of Zorro on their chests!..Half of these Gimmy-Gimmy gutter snipes have big fat mamma's in Brooklyn. They can all kiss my white ass. Ive' jay walked in front of the last black ass peddlin' jamaican mook folks. Only I can change it. WALK RIGHT..DIG?Racist???...fuck you!..I deal with more white niggers than black ones...And hey friend; Sorry; but theres more than a few yellow niggers in this town!! I gave at the office folks. They aint gettin' the scum off of my nuts. Want money??? get it the old fashioned way; STEAL IT!!!...Im' FREE!!!...ah...any questions?

Name: Mark Hebard
E-mail Address: Bard382@aol.com
Date: 27 Oct 2002

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Travis,

I am responding finally to your last post (Oct 24, Somewhere in the briar patch, brer fox), life's little realities always lay me away. Broken garage door, shorted burner on the stove, teenager anything, bald tires, anti-war protest; on and on.

In the first part of the post you said you thought I was welcoming you back. Welcome and if a welcome from me will encourage any one reading here to put something up to think about, more welcome from me.

" Reasonable definition of the issues" is getting to the tough work of lining up with others to make some change. It has got to be one of the toughest for me. Mixing in too many issues, issues with conflicting agendas, cross-cultural issues that lack a common language or have conflicting tradition, or vague issues that have a way of coming in and out of focus make it all seem like grabbing at a wet bar of soap.

The folly of "preaching to the choir" is a death certificate to any effort to sustain momentum. I thought about that yesterday marching up Market Street. It is good to get people out and see each other, acknowledging themselves. It may be good in the early stages of defining issues, but marching in San Francisco isn't like marching down main street in Selma, Alabama during the Civil Rights era. This means taking it to root of the situation, taking the risk to do that and paying the price.

Hoping the fence-dwellers and semi-comatose citizens will be jolted into action by returning bags of dead young may be optimistic as well. Blind patriotism feeds on the dead and intensifies the thirst for blood. Drafting the young as cannon fodder for all this could be a more intimate experience for the younger pawns in the game and work against the Bush agenda. I think they (Bush and cronies) recognize it. It is when the realization finally comes that all the lost lives were given for some bullshit imperialistic ideological aggression to perpetuate and that effort has failed the slow turning of the tide begins. Of course, if you don't have a problem with American world domination then nothing happens. Unfortunately many Americans see the whole thing like some fucking Super Bowl.

Urban centers have inherent tendencies of apathy or maybe just insulation but the often are the seedbeds of change. I recently drove across Minnesota through Nebraska, South Dakota, Wyoming and Utah to California. During the trip I spent a few hours in conversation with a cab driver in Sioux Falls and a revealing two days in a small town called Marshall in Minnesota. The cultures there are so self-referencing and loosely linked to any kind of international view, it is overwhelming. But what do I know? The Internet is shifting the ground under our feet. The idea of taking on a world wide perspective to, in some sense, destroy that perspective in order to adopt an eco-centric, can I say Bioregional, outlook is a long road but I am learning that grass roots beginnings seem to stick better, giving a hands-on scale to the needs of change that walks the walk for the individual when anything else just seems foolish.

You mentioned elitism and isolated intelleligentsia (throw in some sexism, too) in the motherfuckers and the Diggers. That would be a topic that I would like to see discussed here but have fears of it degenerating into masturbatory (easy to do, not so easy to spell), contentious, hollow gutting of mythology. Kind of like David Horowitz and the dickheads that spend time explaining and making profit off Monday-morning quarter backing the progressive surge of the 60's.

Getting between feuding factions of political/cultural progressive movement to help in unity is a honorable effort in my book. Problem is now, we don't have any that have gotten far enough to piss each other off. In fact, many factions just don't want to talk to each other. As you can see, I'm not big on solutions with all this but maybe it is enough to keep the cylinders firing.

Later….Mark

Name: Friend
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Date: 27 Oct 2002

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Thanks for the posters and slogan. (Eric, are you going to post more stuff in the archives?) I sat through an entire 1/2 hour 11 o'clock news show and they showed the S.F. & D.C. march, and named the international citites where other demos took place in 30 seconds!!! Not even a minute to cover the news that over 100,000 showed up in D.C. How many were in S.F.? It looked like so much fun!

Colin, I hope you feel renewed now. Looking forward to hear your report.

Love, a friend

Name: Mark Hebard
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Date: 27 Oct 2002

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Eric, My favorite was the plain and simple...."Bush is a dumbass"

Name:
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Date: 27 Oct 2002

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Second best sign at yesterday's Anti-War March and Rally in San Francisco:

Name: Eric
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Date: 27 Oct 2002

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Best sign at yesterday's Anti-War March and Rally in San Francisco:

Name: O.M.M.C. / NOMAD
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 27 Oct 2002

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Hey Wino; I was just clued in to who you are. Im' flattered. I will check out your web site. Why dont you Introduce your self to the folks here?

Name: O.M.M.C. / NOMAD
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 26 Oct 2002

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Wino Joe. I mistook you for an "AJ". Which club house wall is the note on? Are you refering to a guest book? E-Mail me again and point me in the right direction. Your message was to positive to pose a threat. Talk to me. Silent Steve

Name: Steve..
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 26 Oct 2002

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Happy Trails Eileen! Peyote Cerimonies?? Hey, Ive' got a tad of Red-Skin blood on both sides. Dad's mother's people were among the many early settlers in Georgia who were basically "Planted" as a buffer between the warring land-grabbing Carolina settlers and the Meskogee Nation. Her kin were the Weatherfords; who were connected to the Half Breed Scottish Chief Alexander MacGillivery. To make a long story short the American Government all but wiped out my Creek ancestors leaving only the women folk to carry on the blood line. But on that note "The "Red Stick" blood is strong. You and I both know that we have returned and have danced in their streets at night. And oh what a night. The prophecy came full circle. Can you feel it? Oh Fair Eileen; Fuck the bus...steal a war pony, grab his right front leg from the left side, wrestle him to the ground, bit his left ear; then whisper your secrets to him...sooth him and sing your song of the horses...wreath him in flowers; braid his mane and paint him. Weave a rope briddle; do not use a steel bit. Teach him to ride through fire. After youve'done that...nothing can stop you.

Name: Steve..
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 26 Oct 2002

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Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 26 Oct 2002

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Hammond; consider yourself covered. The lodgings and food are on the Peace Church. No strings....well, maybe an autographed copy. WELCOME!!...Hey, I just got the word that they bagged a third party in the sniper deal. They cornered his ass in FLINT MICHIGAN!!! Hey Mr. Moore; you wrapped up the film to damn early!!!...talk about a motion picture climax. What an ending that would have made!!! Jesus!!!

Name: Eileen
E-mail Address:
Date: 26 Oct 2002

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Taking off for the woods for a wk or so in my school bus with the dogs. Time to clear some stuff that's hanging me up. Later Y'all

Name: Hammond
E-mail Address:
Date: 26 Oct 2002

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Thanks Steve, I will take you up on your offer when I come to the City - and yes, if the day is right you can indeed sign me up for Hash slinging - any variety! More when I get settled and caught up to date on my life here in Portland

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 26 Oct 2002

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Violent Nature??..I like that in a woman!...Hey, I stood off a big Jamaican Cat yesterday that almost ran my ass down with a bicycle. I jumped out of the way, (walking against the light)..I was in the wrong. So anyway, he gets real verbal. So I motioned for him to get up close and personal. He starts running his mouth while Im' curling my finger and motioning him closer like a kitty cat. He jumps off the bike; which I now notice has a thick anti theft chain wrapped around it. Well, at this point the cat had his Voo-Doo Jamaican Dread shit goin' in his corner...and Im' thinkin' fuck 500 thousand Islanders in Manhattan and I pick one that ain't mellowed out on herb; then I become aware of his physical presents; Im' thinking: No way; I cant take this guy; he's in his prime, and he's pissed off and Im' not. At that point, my usual rage adrenilin is fear adrenilin. I always carry two knives. One for myself and one to offer to my antagonist (If unarmed). The offer alone is usually enough to put things to bed. Well, the fact that I wasnt swearing back or talking at all, got this dude on the "Where the fuck are you from???" trip. Here's a fuckin' Jamaican down on my ass as if Im a foriegner...well In this city...Americans are forieners, but thats another story. Well, he kept up the verbal harassment but wouldnt get within striking range. He was really playing to the crowd. I never broke eye contact and he rode away with his pride entact. I didnt give off any deadly force vibes at all. I mean come on...jay walking...Uh..lets leave it at that. The real thing is when I get about one inch higher than I am and stare at their hands with no eye contact and start to slowly circle..(not approaching in a menacing manner) but getting them to shift around to slowly stay face to face..its my action and their reaction. Ive' found that the silent trip scares folks more than any verbal threat could. Im' to old for this shit; but it keeps me keyed, and "UP" so to speak. Thats why I dont like tripping around on my own. If Im' with someone; I shine that shit on. Its nothing. But when Im doing the loner thing, then it's rumble in the Jungle. Eileen; Im' over the hill, and must get it through my head. No fool like an old fool. I cant figure myself out some times. I was in the wrong, yet still lit the short fuse..Vanity? Pride? Assholism??..sign of the times??? Oh, by the way, I met a Monk who had been tortured by the Chineese, and I got sucked into the Students for a free Tibet awhile back. My views rubbed them wrong; but they are some great kids. Im' their inside man here at the Peace Church for their various rallies and benefiet Concerts. I think that the Tibetan Women are so pretty, but there seems to be no sexual tension between me and any that Ive' ever met. Now, with the western gals its like blue lightning bolts...whats that all about??? Have a good saturday. Guns? I was one hell of a shot in my younger days..but think that fire arms are cowardly weapons (unless unloaded with a fixed bayonet)..go figure. Well, sharpen your spears, and beat the drums folks. Later.

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 26 Oct 2002

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Name: Eileen
E-mail Address:
Date: 26 Oct 2002

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Solar Flares info. I am convinced these are affecting time..speeding it up. The more severe have created some pretty strange moments for me.

At the very least are affecting the way people are feeling, kicking off earthquakes, volcanoes, and unusual weather changes. This is not just some woo woo theory of mine.

http://www.spaceweather.com/

RNA~Thanks a bunch for the info. Will look into it.

To all going to the rallies today. THANK YOU!

Name: RNA
E-mail Address: crop circles
Date: 26 Oct 2002

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here's the site for Crop Circles and play dates in your area. try to see this movie. Also, you can buy the video for $15. or the DVD for $20. Spread this puppy around. Clearly consciousness raising. http://www.cropcirclesthemovie.com/ amazon.com charges $40 for the video so it's best to order it at the above web site. I'm going to get one to pass around, This from the woman who refuses to get a tv or vcr...

Enjoy

Name: Rena
E-mail Address: birthing
Date: 26 Oct 2002

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here's the latest on the midwife bust. from an e mail from Nan, the victim of the witch hunt:

"The benefit was a great home-birth reunion. I was bombarded with input and I spent the whole time greeting my community-family. We raised some money and two more benefits to go - so yesterday when my oldest son Ethan and I met with the lawyer we told her we have the community support and we want more action on my behalf. Everyome wants me to get a more big gun lawyer, but really I think the lady we have will be fine. She is very responsive to our input. She has made a tremendous effort to comprehend all the details of the case, is very supportive of me and a woman's right to choose how and where to birth, which she still thinks is the herart of the case. We are going to hire a paralegal to get the medical data in order and do the legwork of going to the library at UC in SF. The benefit itself was truely increible. Food was great. Music beyond awesome and we circled up two times and everyone loved it. But the down-side you know the Occ. Community Cenbter has awful accustics so it was hard for everyone to hear the poetry and testimonials. But the kids could run wild. Next benfit at Ocean Song will to tighter. They don't want anyone in the gardens (incase someone leaves the gate open!) and it has to be left immaculately clean! Hopefully it won't be raining! Next benefit after that I am not worried about at all. It will be smaller, with the Dutch Painter exhibiting and Bhagavan Das singing and we'll have Indian Food.

Great meeting with lawyer yesterday, feeling more confident about an end to this harrasement.A great thing has come out of my arrest. (check the web site Ethan is putting it online) The city of Sebastopol made a proclamamtion the Oct 15 will be Nan Koehler - Home Birth Day in Sebastopol! Next year we'll have a big reunion in the park. My lawyer (and of course my Mother) were thrilled because that is worth 10,000 testimonials politically.

Clock it ticking. Thanks for the love and support - Nan"

to make donations to Nan's legal defense fund and for current reports on haps and events/fundraisers in California, please go to http://www.nansdefense.org

the Proclaimation by the Mayor of Sebastopol is at http://www.friendsofnan.org/seb-proclamation.html and truly a delight to see. do check it out.

Prayers, cash, and consciousness raising are all that's needed.

Aloha, Rena

Name: Eileen
E-mail Address:
Date: 26 Oct 2002

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RNA~

Thanks for that report. You can see why I feel a need to discuss the intercession I believe is going on. I wish I could find a site here with better pictures than I have found. There used to be a great site but they have started charging..always a way to make a buck. If you know of one that's good would you please post it?

Name: Eileen
E-mail Address:
Date: 26 Oct 2002

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Flipper? Ha! Steve~

Been watching Kundun over and over the last 2 days..the Dalai Lama's life til he left Tibet. I've been in a funk and it soothes and inspires me..and makes me cry. I have tried the Zen route briefly but it holds no appeal for me. Tibetan Buddhism is pretty facinating though. I saw the Dalai Lama on a Steven King interview this past winter I think it was. Steven King was really baiting him about China..wasn't he angry etc etc. I have never been so impressed with anyone in my life. I'd love to have a tape of that show just to absorb the Dalai Lama's enlightment. Now if you want to see true non violence and the ultimate strength of it, see if you can track down that interview. More on that in a minute.

Breath. When one chants there is a thing that just naturally happens with your breath...a long out breath quick in breath long out breath etc. Zen and Tibetan both use a different kind of breath cycle. I think the basic one is a long out to the count of 7, and then held 7 then out 7 etc. Something like that. Til you get the hang of it you feel like your going to suffocate. But Tibetan also uses visulazations that work better for me..I am not an empty mind kind of person. There is the Breath of Fire that yogis use. Yes there are some amazing things that you can do with your breath that your whole being responds to. I have also seen a picture of a lama levitating. The Tibetans can get pretty mystical. We are so fortunate they are here in this country now to teach. If I ever get the chance to see the Dalai Lama in person I'm definitely there! Have you heard their throat chanting. Aah! It really gets to me. I have a tape of that I go to sleep with sometimes.

My chanting practice is entirely based on the Lotus Sutra and Nichiren Daishonin's writings. This is where each form of Buddhism differs..the sutras they study and the kind of meditation they use. Nichiren said the Lotus Sutra was Buddha's highest teaching and where he recognized his own enlightment. He expressed it with the main chant we do, NAM MYOHO RENGE KYO. All The Buddhist's teachings are so extremely deep. To study them will really stretch out your consciousness. I also have used the I Ching as a teacher for 30 yrs. It is based on the Tao..the Middle Way.

I would like to tell you a story now. I have always had a rather violent nature. In time I got pretty creative with it and figured out some pretty subtle means to take a person down without touching them. Although I have let it be known I'm a good shot and if pressed am willing to make walking difficult..and that's the nice end of it. Being a single mom, there have been times that has come up. I have always, at a gut level believed anger held more power than love. But I had pondered, did love feel so weak because it had not been developed to the degree possible? Could love in fact be used to do battle? In other words, darkness must have an equally strong counterpart. The yin and yang symbol is not unequal.

So here's the story that took place 8 yrs ago. I had been going to Native Am all night peyote prayer meetings for a number of yrs. I had seen and experienced many miracles in there. It is a really rugged way to pray, as all Native Am ceremonies are. At any rate I had just come out of an all night meeting, to find a young Indian man, the son of the medicine man running the meeting, had been beat and left for dead in a ditch in Albq. New Mex. He was in a coma and the doctors had given up on him. So we all prepared to go right back in the tepee that night to pray for his life. This is called a back to back, and is a really intense thing to do. As the night progressed things were getting really out of hand. I'd never seen anything like it. It was getting pretty scarey, as the energy of what this young man had gone through and was dealing with, was being worked out through us. There had been a high degree of violence involved and on many levels it turns out, as the tepee seemed to become fragmented with deep darkness. The man helping the Fire Man at the doorway started cursing across the tepee at a young man that held the injured mans fan of Eagle tail feathers. He started messing with the fire, which he had been helping with, and it was getting hotter and hotter until the main rope that holds the tepee poles together at the top of the tepee, caught fire. At that point all chaos broke loose as almost all the men jumped up at the same time to try to put it out, while the women held the prayer. (I have done easier things in my life!) They finally got it out. He was doing everything he could to break the prayer. It was at that time I realized the energy of the violence of the men that had done the beating had moved into him. I had never seen anyone possesed in there. I had my daughters sitting on either side of me. He jumped up across the fire from me and I could see he was energetically coming after us and saying stuff to me I could not understand. I threw up my Red Tailed hawk fan to protect them and blasted him to the ground on his back, from where I sat. I was in full warrior mode and was prepared to kill him if I could. (This was all happening very fast) It came to me suddenly, this church is based on faith hope love and charity. I realized to do battle with him would be fighting him with the same violence I was trying to stop..I would be feeding the demon. I checked the energy around the circle asking (silently) were there enough of us conscious of what was going on and ready to win this battle with love? That was an entirely new concept to me and I had no idea how it was to be done. I knew I couldn't do it alone. I felt an agreement. From that point on everytime he made a move I could feel it being countered with love. It was like was being done much like I had seen a movie of a wolf pack bringing down an animal. It was working with nothing directly said, but clearly felt and you could see it. By morning as he came fully into himself, he said, that was not me and identified it exactly as I had thought. By the time we were ready to leave the tepee a man came into say our friend had regained consciousness and the doctors were amazed.

As I have said here from the beginning. If we want to see society change, if we want peace in the world, we must begin at home. The revolution must be a revolution of consciousness.

Name: RNA
E-mail Address:
Date: 26 Oct 2002

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Just saw the movie Crop Circles at the Maui Arts and Cultural Center. It certainly raised chicken skin on me. The visuals are so complex, including intricate patterns of the gently bent (not borken) stalks of wheat or corn. Some were over 300 meters in length and were intense geometirc patterns, including way advanced fractiles. The movie mentioned that crop circles have been found in Oregon, Canada, Australia, and more. Salem Oregon. What a great way to make contact. These enormous patterns appear sometimes in minutes. Only perfect crop circles and patterns appear. No one has ever found a "practice" crop circle or an unfinished or imperfect one. The designs were out of this world.

Name: Dolphin-girl
E-mail Address:
Date: 25 Oct 2002

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Just gotta love ya!, Steve.

Friend

Name: Flipper
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 25 Oct 2002

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Hey Eileen, Chanting???...not on my best day...but Im' receptive and open to new shit,..and well..easily Influenced. Hey, I got the drift from Allan Ginsberg as late as the early 90's about the breathing trip; but couldnt think of any thing so un-natural as being "Aware" of controlling the process of air intake. I must admit though that a few near death experiences made me Very Aware of it. Also one time I suffered from what they thought was stricknine poisoning and I kept "Forgetting" to breath..(Dont cha' hate when that happens?).. God, it was as if the blood in my viens had turned into coat hangers. I doubled up and they carried me to the car like a paper clip. We drove around but were to fucked up to find the hospital...It turned comical, and laughter, being the best medicine finally wrung me out. But hey, Ive' found a new freedom; as I now breath through a whole in the center of my neck, just above the rib cage, and Its more automatic than ever, now that the air does not (cannot) channel through my nose or mouth. Its kinda like a Dolphin trip. During my recovery when the radiation bombardment was wasting me away to a stick man, my visiting nurse and Reverend Jackie asked if I would concider huffing some high grade weed. I was still on the "heal thy self" trip, and shot the suggestion down. Now after my recovery, I did burn some skunk that I smoked in a hash pipe that I found in the sacristy.. (It didnt appear to be a left over from the sixties...sixty minutes ago..maybe!) Peace Church; Oh Ya!!...well...I worked by cheeks like a bellows and would get a good mouthfull, then I jambed a length of flex hose into my mouth (dont you kids try this at home) and slapped the other end over my Dolphin blow hole and INHALED. Ah,....does pissy hampster cage saw dust smoked through a plastic bubble pipe ring a bell?? It drove me to drink. Im' a jack ass! I lost my train (brain?) of thought..Oh ya..Breath control. Anyway, Allan's mantra chant, or what ever ya' call it, thing was not OM. It was HA. From what he told me; The Buddist thing is made to order; as he said that he was a land owner, etc. I drew several drawings of him as we talked, but left them at my Commonwealth Ave. place when I split to elope. I tell ya, meeting him coincided with parting from a straight career and was damn good timing all around. If I remember correctly, he said that Bob Dylan gave him some guitar lessons and that they had recorded some free form Keroak/Steve Allan type stuff..but Im sketchy on that. Now back to chanting, I think its silly..BUT, looking back on it all, I was forever humming, singing, and doin' the talkin' blues all ady long...so, I guess one could say that that was silly. Boy, at 50 Im really digging Jazz. Nothing passed the Kennedy years though....Odd aint it. I dig it gack to Bix Biederbeck's eary 20's stuff and tail off at Sinatra/Bassie swing stuff in 63'. My taste in art also ends in that era. Every thing was different after Kennedy wasnt it? Hey Hammond, thats some book review mister. Congrats!!!

Name: Eileen
E-mail Address:
Date: 25 Oct 2002

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Dr Sponge~

Got your song for me on Discussions. Sweet and harsh at the same time. But this line bothers me.."But she won't stake her life on you How can life become her point of view" Your songs go to the quick. I break out the rum and look for an answer beyond my mind.

A dangling heart

Hopes and dreams fractured

Patchworked back together with black threads that can't be hidden

Youth and beauty become roadkill

Rising out of the ashes Medusa, Kali, Lilith

Venus with her broken arms reachs out to you

This is no longer a Disney movie

Name: Steve
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 25 Oct 2002

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Hey Hammond; by all means crash at my place. FEEL FREE. Keep me posted as to time of arrival etc. You can save a Chunk O' Change. If ya can find time on a Sunday or Wednsday afternoon to sling some hash..(No..the corned beef variety)...I will officially enroll you into the ranks of the Super Human Crew. But hey, I know that its buiseness, but really, you can have yer run of the place and come and go as you please. The 4th Street Station is on the courner and it will take you to most places you wanna go and a few that you dont. Lets see,..May..May...the 3rd St. Crew should have their bikes on the street by May right??? we can take a look see down at their clubhouse. I was surprized at haw tough some of these East Coast boy's bikes are. Real down to earth. That slick flash trend is so pussy in my book. A bike should not look "Money"..it should look 'Grease and sweat". I will mark the calander. Later.

Name: Steve......
E-mail Address: silentsteveboyd @hotmail.com
Date: 25 Oct 2002

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Au...My good Dr....that takes me back to a siamees twin story; but it borders on the unbelievable. Hey Colin; I found Boston a bit steril. But then again at mid 40 years of age I was the oldest cat in the neighborhood. I got down in the Prattville section of Chelsea. I hung on through two floods at Revere Beach, and was actually Married to the Mob in Revere. (She was Irish Catholic..but Itallian by injection). I was on the boat headed to Rowe's Warf when Cadilac Frank's son was stabbed. The blade freak's gal was a friend who had to leave the Union Pronto. Hey Nicole; I was tight with T.A. Tony; the head of the Iron Workers Union in Boston. The best pizza short of Venice comes out of a brick oven across from Wood Island Station. Hey, want fried clams? Try Royal Roast Beef in Eastie. Death??, I found a dead guy behind a seven eleven once. I had aperantly walked by him on the way in, but noticed him on the way back out. I couldnt see his face; as his head was in the weeds. It was in the fall and the evening was chilly. I figured Ide' at least call the dude a cab. I said hey man, you cant crash here, youll' freeze yer nuts off, I then pulled a wine spritzer out of my bag and stept forward to offer it to him. I then noticed a real fine brushed stainless steel revolver lying by his feet. Aint it the way; some folks are fightin' for their lives and others are wasting them. Nicole; Im sad to hear of your lose, It sounds as if we was not wasting one minute of his life. Hey Colin; I style some of my diplomacy from Andy Panda of the Doll and Toy Workers Union, if that tells ya anything. I lived on Big Murry in Chelsea; up from Nombreca's on Rt.16. All of Angullo's people grabbed State Jobs after the bust up. When will the Feds learn to leave those guys alone?... Un-organized Crime is a real killer! My favorite Haunt was Orient Heights in East Boston. I only went to the North End to eat. I was tight with Ben Desimone who owned Revere Pharmacy, he died in Vegas. (where am I going with this?).. I couldnt stomach CharlesTown's twisted "Code". Butchy Doyel is where he belongs. Hey Whitey Bulger...How do they like ya now???...man, Revere;.. even the paper boy owned a race horse. Hey, check out Salanoras in Revere. That fat man can cook. Hey freind; Fenton Mi.??? as a kid I would roll up a towel and walk to the end of the driveway,(Fenton Road).. stick my thumb out and hook rides to Lake Fenton. I was on a fantasy thing; whereas I would adopt a family for the day (as I usually would get rides in the summer from the mom, pop, and kid types).. they would offer to share their pic-nik stuff and usually drop me back off at the end of the day. I had know way of knowing then that I was actually honing the process of creating extended family life,..(even if for one day)..which leads me here to the family that Ive somewhat created at W.S.U.M.C. Some will be leaving soon to venture on to other things in other places. My main glitch has always been the protective side of my nature, I seem to play shepard for the flock, not in a controlling manor; as its not a power trip,..but Im the MOM type at heart. I do draw the line at protecting people from themselves. (all things must pass). Micheal; keep up the good work. Eric; the stuff is still in the mailing tube, I will add to it. Hey Eileen, you found an extra day???!!! Hell, I lost a whole month at the end of June. Damn! Oh, for everyone who must "Adjust" their lives to the one hour time set back on Sunday...Ah..ever think that your goin' about this whole thing in the wrong way? Well...times a wastin'..Hey Hammond, welcome back!..or Welcome front...what ever works for ya!

Name: Hammond
E-mail Address: writenow@spiritone.com
Date: 25 Oct 2002

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Eileen - Thanks for asking - the book ("AsEverWas") is my memoir up to 1976. You can check it out in brief at http://www.safpublishing.com - supplies are being sent out worldwide and it should be in most book stores by late November. Mostly it takes place in Europe and North Africa - but there is an SF section with a few Emmett notes etal via my North Beach daze prior to leaving the country. Those old bumper stickers "Love It or Leave It" struck a cord with me late 60s so I bought a one way ticket and split.

PS - Steve and Nicole - I will be in NY for the book fair in May so lets plan for this in advance! It will be great to see you.

Name: Dr Sponge
E-mail Address:
Date: 25 Oct 2002

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Song for Steve Boyd - - - -

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette The wall-to-wall's calling, it lingers then you forget You're a rock'n'roll suicide

You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it And the clock waits so patiently on your song You walk past the cafe' but you don't eat when you've lived too long You're a rock'n'roll suicide

Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road But day breaks instead so you hurry home Don't let the sun blast your shadow Don't let the milk floats ride your mind So natural -- religiously unkind

Oh no love! You're not alone You're watching yourself but you're too unfair You got your head all tangled up but if I could only make you care Oh no love! you're not alone No matter what or who you've been No matter when are where you've seen All the knives seem to lacerate your brain I've had my share so I'll help you with the pain You're not alone just turn on with me You're not alone let's turn on and be You're not alone gimme your hands You're wonderful gimme your hands You're wonderful gimme your hands

Name: Dr Sponge
E-mail Address: out@home
Date: 25 Oct 2002

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Song for Sprog George is in America, low-tech's at the wheel No-one needs anyone, they don't even just pretend George's in America

I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't George's in America

George wants a brain, George wants to suck on a coke George wants a woman, George wants to think of a joke George 's in America

I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't George's in America

George's in America,George looks up at the stars George combs his hair and George wants pussy and cars George's in America

I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't George's in America

God is an American I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world

I'm afraid I can't help it

I'm afraid I can't

I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the words I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't George 's in America George's in America

Name: Nicole
E-mail Address:
Date: 25 Oct 2002

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please excuse me...If I don't put my name to that I may as well not send it on...I did say after all we should not compromise...I just want to tell you that in SF 3 years ago after I came home from a vacation I found m