I want to sell indoor fireworks (colored flame candles). My meditations are indoor fireworks.

K: I was in tears and wore a black armband to highschool the next day when John Lennon was shot.

K: When in agony over my back pain, I had the opportunity to connect with the misery of 50,000 people waiting to be taken out of their's. I still haven't processed the experience. It's been grim-reaper month here. At least I'll have some material for composing my Death/Kali card in my tarot deck. I turned around my situation. Others can not. I still have much to learn on the transmigration & collectivization of souls.

It depends on both the practitioner and the seeker. Someone who knows what they are doing can walk in a room and use the television to get a reading of everyone there. My tarot divination site is ereiam.com. I intend to do readings on a donation basis. Until I finish the last 20 of the 78 cards I will have to substitute others artwork. I was offered a job drawing the Simpsons comic book for $250 a page. I had the skills and really wanted to be able to get a car, a beach apartment, and time with my kids, but my life fell apart trying to do such a sleepy activity. I also intend to make custom perfumes (essential oils). 20 years ago in high school, after months of study, I was doing a speech in class on the tarot. A girl I didn't even know the name of talked me into doing a reading. We were both amazed as with each card I stated things like 'she's seeing 2 boyfriends', 'her parents want her to go back to the first one', etc. Now I don't make any major life decisions about finances, activities, meditation subjects, relationships, etc. without consulting the cards. Particularly when things go bad or when my girlfriends behaviours get too incomprehensible for me otherwise. Actually I believe we can change the entire cicumstances of our life. The tarot is for clarifying what we have already written. I do readings showing the repurcussions of alternative paths.

K: Before I had my papers, I mail ordered my female hormones from New Zealand.

Romkey: I recently saw an announcement about a SETI@Home accelerator, a PCI card which can support up to six CPU's that can each run SETI@Home with embedded Linux and was thinking about ordering it and noticed that the company's in the Ukraine, and that got me thinking... I have ordered from outside of the US a couple of times and things have gone well.

K: You should have seen a show I visited back in `97 for DSP engineers. Of course there were all the booths for MIMD & SIMD cards & C++ libraries for multithreading. What got me was one booth offered exactly what I was looking for for my materials simulation sculpting application (requiring 4 GB per frame of 1024**3 pixels w/ 20 user properties (& inheritance & fuzzy symantic netting)) - the 60 GB ram card. I presume it existed to interpolate radio telescopes.

K: As I copied that reply, my font went bar-codish. Looks like a SETI transmission.

I was once shopping for camping gear with a neighbor and for a long moment had her ready to seek the isles for DHMO tablets (I didn't use the technical term). I had to ask her what would she rehydrate it with. She got her nursing certificate, god save us. Possibly from mischievious hypnotists.

Yes, but I can resist. I made a sign in my medicine cabinet that reads '40% of all guests look in the medicine cabinet of their host. Now you know.' I have a beautiful card from my friend (2 angels, outside reads 'it's nice to have a friend'), but I'm not allowed to read the inside. Maybe someday.

Yes, you let your mind open up your physical chakras (especially sexual) to accomplish a manifestation. My most recent cheerleading was at Venice Beach where I was cheerleading the firework exhibition. I had to break through a wall as was; I was suffering from a slipped disc (I've gone from writhing in parylyzed agony and meeting the grim reaper who demonstrated what it was to have your soul drained, to dancing in the energy flow again (buying a tennis racket instead of crutches helped I believe. (I've always avoided sports till I just saw the opportunity slipping away))). So there I was at the beach looking for images of angels in the sparkles; none were forthcoming so instead I took to merging with the fireworks myself. I went wild; if I threw a kiss, a red burst would come from the heights of the display. I went rampant in a cheerleading dance bursting in sexuality & bliss. My every thought was manifest in my body, and in the fireworks. A bit of self-conciousness remained as I wondered what would happen when the crowd saw I was synchronized with the bursts. In a dance club, no one notices because the music can be considered predictable, I suppose. I got a couple cat-calls but that was all. I'm quite self-conscious about my voice which is octaves lower than I imagine it, especially when I yell, which I don't. I just saw 'Heaven or Vegas' last night. Bleeth had the same cheerleader spirit as Sally Field can conjure. I don't care for sports yet, I just think it'd be fun to scream for a fun cause. Is ballet, or synchronized underwater basket weaving a sport?

I would have to say no because it isn't based on response or strategy.

* magbast - i'd %?@ her

* Twistermime - i'd rather %?@ a monkey

* Brian - OK Twist, this monkey thing has to stop. In the space of ten minutes it's gone from cute, to annoying, to flat out disturbing.

* magbast - i think she's drunk as a sku...errm monkey!

- Yeah, stop all the monkey business. Oh my god, I'm onto her tricky little scheme. She's trying to get us all into a hot & bothered frenzy, then she's going to officially advertise her monkey escort service. Don't be fooled people. There's a reason you don't see monkeys in victoria's secret catalogs. Monkeys are no substitute for coatamundi, I mean, I mean, people.

* Twistermime - *LOL* - you fools.....all of you....

do you really think this is about monkeys?

Bwa hahahahahahahaha.............

- Passionate French. I haven't had a decent kiss in 13 years now.

When I was in my dear sweet youth (my god, what's come over me) my fiance & I made a pipe out of an apple, and traded the smoke back and forth between us as long as we could.

My last kiss was a peck peck from a co-worker today (she also pinched my àss). My last memorable kiss was on 13th & Santa Monica Boulevard where my older girlfriend & I had a long passionate embrace & smeared cherry bon-bons all over ourselves.

I kissed this guy a few years ago, and it seemed like he was trying to rearrange my teeth or something. Perhaps that is what is meant by a forceful kiss; I didn't like it.

- I kiss my kittens frequently, (and they lick me when I get out of the shower (they have high standards I guess)), But I've never kissed a monkey. I've spanked one though.

- Not by a long shot. I'd spent a life as a Gomez/Spock. In '88 I had a shattering awakening that sent me rock bottom as I climbed higher. '93 was when I made my gender change decision (& part-timed in body & mind) By 1996 I was full time chipper, frolic-ey, brigh-eyed & bushy tailed, playful, friendly and lost my arrogant anti-social disdain. For the first time I felt my body belonged with nature, mind, & soul instead of having it seem like a tedious support for my brain & eyes.

I've grown on every level & quality of life than perhaps in the 14 years that preceded that.

I want to say BLAST THE CRAP OUT OF HIM. but I wouldn't feel, say, or mean that on another day. The spiritual, social, & intellectual development of my children is my last explicit attachment on this planet. And it seems to be in the hands of parents who have a very limited conception of all of these.

* kirst - Twistermime, pcpr, K_R, they: Thanks! Her name is Claire. We're still trying to decide on the middle name. Any suggestions? Claire __________Muldowney. She was born on Saturday, April 29th at 9:20 PM by C-section. 7 lb 2 oz, 23 inches. Okay, I've done my proud mama thing!

- Claire Corazon Muldowney

Claire Oberona Muldowney

Claire Goldenrod Muldowney

Claire Zephyr Muldowney

Claire Daktari Muldowney

Claire Ambrosia Muldowney

Claire Iridian Muldowney

Claire Agropina Muldowney

Claire Augusta Muldowney

Claire Luminata Muldowney

Claire Piper Muldowney

Claire Godzilla Muldowney

Claire Bellybutton Muldowney

- uh, scratch those last two.

* liquidliqhtninq - What is this world coming to? Who invented viruses in the 1st place? Can we please get rid of virus makers? They are bad.

- Are they? Perhaps we live in a Keynesian government where we have jobs in law, security, entertainment, and many other things unrelated to food and housing; we even create disposable, quickly obsoleted consumer goods, software & media being the ultimate. Anything to create work in our capitalist society.

- I don't care if I'm talking to my new boss, the police, or Bill Clinton; I consider them all my peers. I question and debate their policies but respect their designated authority. My peers at work have already noticed that they are denied questioning authority, but I will immediately afterwards explain the situation and get their answer for them. Respect, self-empowerment, and common sense go a long way.

Why on god's green earth would someone use them if they didn't find them useful? They can be annoying. I get color plastic coated metal ones: the different colors are used to classify things, Just like my Post-it's & such. Blue for business reference, Green for filing, Yellow, Orange, & Red for processing of different urgency, Purple for daydreamy reference stuff, Pink for daydreamy stuff requiring more processing, Black & White for temporary usage or referring to others (often along with my own code clip).

- And I like the MS paperclip for brief moments. It's the kind of thing I used to try talking my supervisors into letting me make for our own software. In fact just before it came out, I wanted our health management software to have an animated caduceus (snake) with little angel wings fulfilling the same purpose. Do you folks hate it that much? I imagine it was designed to distract people from the discomfort of knowing the machine is scrutinizing user behavior.

- asmd: they probably voted [other] in the absence of a [neither] option.

Why do it? Do we feel society is now perfect and earth should be made a perpetual museum? Even non-genetic plant hybridizations and innoculating against diseases has created problems. Are we going to turn the entire planet bio-mass into something that could be knocked entirely off it's feet in a swoop as fast a global internet virus? Is sex boring now? We need to get the scientists off this planet and find them something new to do. We got into trouble from the moment we discovered fire and farming if you ask me.

- davec: We are not the brain/self. Just as many can take astral flights and take their intellect along with them, it is also possible to go out of body and witness yourself, including the intellect, just rambling on like a machine, though it takes itself seriously interpreting even multiple levels of reality and believing itself to make decisions. Reincarnation is much more interesting. Cloning is just entropy.

- Mercury would offer the best view and most exciting calendrical changes. If the view from the surface wasn't obscured, I'd pick saturn. Mars is dead; we depleted it's Van Allen radiation belts a couple/few millennia ago. The other planets are too cold and distant for me. The spirit of Venus would be nice. You've seen the ads: 'Saturn, the next big thing'?

- In the house or at costume situations, at least till their 14; after that they should be made aware that the option of a complete transformation is an option, though they should spend years before making decisions that affect childbearing. I prefer what I'm seeing in our younger generation, a blending of genders, in which one gender can also assume the characteristics of the other, and only be considered a more whole natural person. Although they're missing the fun of strict stereotype games.

- I secretly wanted kids that delighted in there stereotypes, yet did all I could to go non-gender on the toys and behaviour. By the time My son was five and daughter I stopped fighting their natural inclinations and delighted in helping them in there gender interests (Jewelry, whatever)

- Someone complained that my dress was too tight at my new job. My dress is a cross between easter sunday school girl & business exec. You can tell my tummy pudges, but that's about it.

* anonymous #4 - NOT NO BUT HELL NO... that is like saying ok be transsexual.. oh i dont mind... not ... it isnt ok and it will never be ok.. I have a 1 year old and yes i am raising him to believe GAY isnt ok.. read your bible people.. telling your kid it is ok to be gay is setting them up for a long life of disappointments and heartache.. my best friend who is a male is gay .. i know no sadder person than him. lives everyday in pain because he doesnt know love. do you people really want your kids to live like that?

* phi - anonymous #4: Ever consider the possibility that he lives every day in pain because his parents raised him to believe gay isn't OK?

* Enheduanna - and nevermind the fact that plenty of straight people are sad because they don't know love, too...

* jonathan - Hm, I read the Bible and find a message of love and compassion for all beings. Anon#4, are you sure we're reading the same book?

* bill - I have several friends who are in long-term gay or lesbian relationships in which the partners live everyday with deep feelings of love for each other. At least, that's what they tell me. Maybe they're really in pain all the time. not

- Well, A#4' those are the four comments I was going to make. I am a transexual and tend to make instant close friendships with everyone I meet and have a life otherwise full of delight & grace as well. I have several types of connection with god, and also happen to be a minister. I've read many bibles. King James in particular is full of paradox & discrepancy, understandable considering the context it was written in. Always choose the broadest concepts taught before looking at the explicit examples.

I consider my transgenderism a great teaching tool; for those who can't see beyond appearances, I teach to look at the person beneath; for those who see beyond appearances, I teach to look beyond personalities.

I agree with you that there are a disproportional number of sad gays: But I don't believe it is specifically because of their being gay. You should see the transgendered/transexual crowd. A few of them are as graced and bountiful as myself: the majority are of the lowest self-esteem I have ever seen. The only reason I would hang out with them and their depressing outlook on them selves and life is to teach them a better outlook.

- I consider all books holy read in the proper light. Every word in the universe has cosmic meaning. The Sefer Yetzirah is my current study, but I've been through most of the stuff on this list to some extent. My friend recommends 'Paradise Lost'. She also recommended I not not mention some authors.

- Zang: Yeah, the 'Satanic Bible' is almost 'new age'ey. The satanic rites, I observed as a teen, could only exist in the preexisting context of catholicism.

* joachim - KR: satanists are some of the most devout Catholics out there. I'm pretty sure they're all going to heaven on the strength of their belief alone. Won't they be pissed.

- I've seen many good chuches, Eastern & Western; But I've still seen so many that I would easily call satanic; Basically all those that teach the denial of god's creation here on earth and imply that a connection with god is sacrilegious. Conversely, teaching groups associated with witchcraft & satanism often turn out to be caretakers of ancient knowledge of creation & spiritual connections, in much the same fashion as those lone irish monks maintained our western historical heritage during the dark ages.

- Avo: Do you have any problem with a book that classifies on behaviors without making an attempt at integral conciliation of perceptual experience and internal cause & effect response dynamics? There are at least a dozen major categories (or planes) of consciousness. DSM-IV doesn't even attempt to explain what goes on in the mind of people dealing with the mundane plane, unless you count receptor chemistry. (chocolate and marijuana for instance both affect the CB-2 receptor). I've tried to relive the phenomena expressed in an all holy books. DSM-IV was no exception.

* Enheduanna - I do something special with them: I string them together to make a bikini top.

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hannnae.edu : Butter that bikini, and control your gravitational field.

- See what I do to cat's using bread heels http://surveycentral.org/survey/4176.html

* micah - YOU THINK THAT BECAUSE YOU ARE ONE OF THE END PIECES I'M NOT GOING TO EAT YOU, HUH? HAHAHAHA FOOLISH BREAD SLICE. RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

- Micah: When eternity end's, sure I'll be toast. Happy now? 'Ra' is the end that doesn't get eaten. Horus consumes, like black hole recycling bins of astral debris.

- Quite proud.

Praise and give glory to god, who amongst everthing else, also happens to be us. Feeling you are better than others is something different than pride. Closing your mind to unlimited possibilities is something different than pride.

- jo: What about sorrow, delight, etc.? Why should people bother to have those reactions. Conditionable emotional reaction machines. Why should you take stock in what peoples emotional machines do? Buddhists teach find love and joy it both good and evil. Do I do this? Somewhat. But mostly I consider my gifts god given, and my pride in them praise to god, and my experience of the pride - god's experience. I used to do this but blame myself for my flaws. Now I praise and delight in my flaws as well, not placing blame, but seeing it as more entertainment. I still consider life a game in which I get to overcome my flaws. But I've come to realize how much I've learned from my shortcomings as well. I still make work out of helping others to find attitudes that help them selves and others have a more enjoyable life.

I take it by pride, you mean the kind that closes ones to others, true?

I spent my first 30 years without pride and it was a miserable life. I would paint a painting and never stop to appreciate it when I was done.

- The seeding of creation, perhaps the arrival of the benben stone from orion, from which matter became intelligently programmed (nanovirus).

- I've already been about 12 years into the future. It was not good. People were made of metals and able to withstand intelligent nuclear blast material. I'm fairly sure this was only one possible route for our future. I did it via internet research of hundreds of sites over 30 hours. To say it was in the future may be solely for my sanity. I could take ignore my own findings, but there is a consensus out there; everyone else agrees that evidence of my research, for instance the Star Wars demo, is irretractable history now.

- icu & Brian: You are saying the same thing. d is the replacement for c he went back to b to create for himself.

I just went to Solomons temple last night as an astral observor. Today otherwise seems like a logical carryover from yesterday.

Not only can one see into the past or future, the world can be stopped, time can be slowed, it can be done relatively so that immense quantitities of action or exchange of information can take place while the clock ticks. That time even runs forward is a limited conception with no proof. That was determined solely by a majority who's memory works in only one direction on a linear scale.

I just answered a survey about the ghosts I've seen. I failed to mention what I just this moment realized might be a connection. The guy I was staying with had been a murderer. He had shot a guy in the face who had screwed him for $60,000 on a coke deal. He got off on 2 years in texas. His trick was to plead innocent. In at least the system of that time in Florida, if you had pleaded guilty, with every review, that was on the record, and you were likely to stay locked up; but if you pleaded innocent, they had to have a retrial with every review, and no one was interested in the effort. I learned many spiritual things from him including new kinds of vision which allowed me to see visions of angels and demons and such in nature and paintings, etc. Whan I first arrived there, he kept me awake six or seven days straight listening to him (no drugs).

He said in the same situation he'd do it again.

I was living in a 1880 dairy barn being used as an antique store and redwood sculptors studio. My first experience there was when I was back in the barn-barn. While about to dig through some 1920 electric motors, I felt a tight pinch on my shoulder and felt the appearance of an old man like L'il Abner & R. Reagan, or that alien in farmers skin from 'Men in back', but older (& no flapping skin). Later at the barn we worked & slept in, I saw three ghosts. You could see through them like they were made of scintillating magnifying glass, yet they felt more like anti-existence (but not like a black hole magnet attractor, just empty space). In october 1999 I was in a world of shadows for a couple weeks, they were everywhere around me. A couple of days after all saints (Nov 1, 1999 when I became a minister) My meditations include visitations by voice one night & by sight the next of plenty of people. I don't recall what they said, and am fairly sure I wasn't sure at the time either; I took them to be lost souls looking for redemption, but considering the time, it could have been hallows and saints. I also saw the ghost of my cat the week he died, though he died at my mom's and had never seen my new apartment.

I was only dragged in between age 5 & 6 (church of christian science I believe) where I recall playing London Bridge is Falling Down. Nightmarish. That year we also went to some hindu temple with Siva or Kali at the alter. Again, nightmare. At my awakening it was Siddha Yoga, later I did a bit of Vineyard Christian, and a Catholic service. I visit Buddhist shrines & Islamic mosques, and anything else I can find to 'download' the vibes.

* micah - My mother made me. I hate churches now. They piss me off. They used to torture me with songs of praise and Powers of God, doing their little tongues bull crap and passing out on the floor. I'd like to rip the bible in half with the power of God!!!!!! O.K. I'm settled down now.

- Concepts of a life of endurance & hardship, redemption, hell, etc. would force anyone to rebel against either creation, the church, god, or them self. Not much of a choice. I think you took the only logical choice of the four.

I've already done the light at the end of the tunnel trip to the void thing when I first started yoga. I plan to teleport out of here with my body, but if that's not possible, I've often considered departing by means of a) being ripped to shreds by wild animals, or b) jumping from a plane without a parachute to do some wild sky diving. I've never considered going by execution before. If that were the case, I'd prefer a) tickled to death, b) drowning in a babbling brook surrounded by sunlight, faeries, and animals, esp. birds, somewhat like ophelia, or c) dying in the ice (Kurosawa's 'Dreams' style). Of these options, only drowning fit.

You're right everybody gets to choose, not everyone remembers making the choice however.

- micah & twisty: back during my suicidal period, I had this setup with a 3 foot iron spike hanging from a 20 foot ceiling with a trip release string. Just to make sure, I had the buildings 220 volt wiring attached. I used to hang out with my heart directly under the thing and trip string in hand. During that month I jumped in front of a car at the last moment and really pissed off the driver (I knew I wouldn't get injured), I also drank alcohol and one of those mega bottles of aspirin one night. That one had repurcussions: I had a ringing in my ears and the sensation of being in a cave for 3 days, and had to eat lots of garlic and niacin tablets to flush my system. God explained that I had to go through it to rid myself of the renunciation concepts that brought me to god in the first place, that I wasn't escaping anything by dying, and to make the best of what I had, but didn't know. I was talked throuch the whole ritual suicide with radio accompaniment; all my thoughts reflected in songs like "Didn't I blow your mind this time" when it was finished.

- As I understood hanging, the means of death is lack of blood circulation, asphyxia if they do it wrong. I would imagine without mental training (and properly done) the least painful would be injection, guillotine, and hanging. With some mental control, things like drowning would be better, because you could relax and fade away in your own sweet time. Still, I thought being ripped shreds by wild animals might be a memorable experience for the scrap book.

- If I knew that execution by drowning was my own choice, I think I'd relax through all of it. I am at my greatest relaxed peace and lucid self-control during life and death situations, though I tend to make sure everyone lives in those situations. I haven't had a panic over anything in several years now.

- They're not dangerously communicable or deranged, and the planet votes for a population quota, with first come, first serve reservations made by adults. It's still somewhat objectionable, but so is living above our planets capacity to provide fish, rainforests, & a clean environment. Unwanted children should be prevented too.

- As far as things like economics, no one can predict that. We had my daughter without an immediate financial forecast. Fortunately a woman hit my car (and three other really rare show cars) and the insurance for repairs I could make myself covered the midwife expenses. Personally I'd rather see this country raise happy kids on welfare than neglected kids with wealth (I'm not saying that's what happens). I could have been classified schizoaffective. I'd hate to live in a world that excluded those like myself.

* Twistermime - Throw them to the monkeys... darn alcoholics

You never see a drunk monkey...never!

- oh, your wrong there. In certain fruit groves in Kenya, many animals guard the grove until the fallen fruits have had an opportunity to ferment, after which they have some sort of drunken festival.

* Twistermime - well, you never see a drunk fanbelt

*confident*

* Enheduanna - But you might see a drunk fan with a belt.

* Twistermime - or belt a drunk with your fan....

* Enheduanna - might be a little hard to fan a drunk with your belt, though...

* supplicant - You could always belt a fan with a drunk though...

- Or have a good belt with a drunk fan.

I just had to tune a rim of a seemingly drunk bike tire.

My 'girlfriend' just got a 1964 Mercedes, brought out the mechanic in me. Also went that night on first pseudo date in 2 years (massaged her head at the burger drive through while our match-maker asked for a paper menu at the window & we smelled of Ouzo). Our match-maker had her try on dresses in front of me while showcasing her breasts & handing me my glasses when I was about to turn my head. She also dropped us off on the wrong block. That night I also laughed at a headboard Heather was selling with hand-cuffs attached, and bought her white double whip belt, some click-clacks, a souvenir Aubrey Beardsley print of a flogging dominatrix, (some items to trigger the Solomon voyage). I promised to get the washer system working. She accidentally ejected the lighter into the crotch of the friend selling the car. I think I had his blessing; He said don't touch the tranny. I forgot to take my estrogen at home that night, and even forgot to wear my stuffed bra rushing to work the next morning. I wish I could just snap my fingers and change genders at will.

- Except on rare occasions in which I think it would do me some good to experience unhappiness. I usually opt to be

happy. I can change on a dime, if I become aware that mediocrity or depression has set in.

- Bill: You must mean this woman:

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Guru Mayi Chidvilasananda

I owe my rebirth to her. I had a Sakti-pat Kundalini awakening my when I went to bad after attending my first sat-sang. My cohorts in that group slept 3 hours a night, she sleeps less. For my first couple of years my world became her. Within my first 2 weeks 50% of what I had thought was reality for 25 years was blown away.

- I still haven't figured out what she meant by 'the mirror shattered'. I've stopped the world, rewritten it, turned it back into people, many things. But I wouldn't call any of them shattering the mirror.

- drdt: For a few years happy things caused me personal misery. Now I can flip to happy in a blink, but I don't think I have it in me anymore to feel unhappy without being sensitive to some major tragedy, and seeing that as a constituent reflection of all similar tragedies.

Today I had a three phase smile with a woman: First I gave her the inquisitive smile, to which she momentarily reacted to, then I gave my genuine smile to which she gave a formal smile. I then followed suit with my own formal smile out of respect for her discomfort.

- Get happy enough, and judgement is obsolete. (tipareth), But till your there, I know what you mean.

- My shoe size. 6 x 7. Soul longeth, and angst ferule the fist. (still the crucifixion, though not in the cheerful fisher of men sense) Number of generations between David & Jesus. The major Arcana, twice. 4+2(gematria)= The Lovers Card (representing choices made in Eden). Level 42. Summer of 42 (Movie title & year of moms birth). Fortitude.

- Sass that hoopy frood.

- A barrel of porcelain monkeys.

* Brian - Twist: What is up with this monkey kick you're on?

* Twistermime - Brian...I dunno

- tw & brian: She probably knows that for a couple weeks now I've been meaning to send her a monkey story I'm writing. 42: At work things were getting pretty weird & spacey when I was trying to read a special handling form at the census bureau for apartment 42 on 21 Ozone that was reserved for the manager.

-/- My SC motives in order: understand others, teach, entertain. Sometimes I like to flirt or make friends as well, but that wouldn't be the motive of a survey.

I checked [work] since Reverend is my only official title these days.

I look forward to having white hair when that time comes. I used to have some white hair, but it went away with the stressed personality. I was plucking today, & discovered about a third of what would be my beard is white. The sexiest senior cuts I have seen work the white into the composition. I've had jokes mill about my head for years before I got them.

I once missed a stop sign and had to go to traffic school. I've only talked with cops a couple times in recent years other than business inquiries. Once was bicycling home drunk from a wedding reception. They asked me to walk, but mostly asked about my world view. I also had to debate the advantages of a white strobe vs solid headlight since mine weren't code. The other time was when they were giving an alcoholic a hard time. I commented that I didn't see why he needed to be treated in such a fashion. they said maybe I should show my ID too. I glared, rose my voice with anger saying "Yeah, maybe you should", which they did as I continued to supervise. I bless passing officers much more frequently than other cars.

After I upgrade my tarot site, I'm thinking to go ultima online to practice my ministry. As a teen I used to invent D&D systems based on a bell curve generator on my TI-55. My planet had 2 suns, I had tables for what kind of things would trigger what reactions from various local gods. I was a founnding officer in the Fantastic Gaming Society & an officer in the Wargamers Club at my next high school. We were quite anti-kill-&-treasure, rewarding creative successes instead.

- "id.. id.. id.. id.. " - Forbidden Planet

":-p", "I don't want you, I don't need you" - Bedazzled

"My sister was bit by a moose", "No, it is the rabbit", "What kind of swallow, an african swallow or a european swallow" - Monty Python & the Holy Grail

"the lattice of coincidence... L. Ron Hubbard page ??" - Repo Man

"ereiam, the ghost in the machine" - Brazil

- "Call me" - Lost Highway

"The white zone is for immediate loading & unloading of passengers only - no parking" - Any footage of the termnal at LAX airport.

"Mushrooms of the talking variety get sore throats & must rest every fifteen minutes" - Rollercoaster - (sign in garden near snackbar at magic mountain).

- "Who are you" "You are - number two" - patrick mcgoohan - the Prisoner

"Oh no, she's back" - Survey Central, the directors cut.

picklesmom: The first computer I've ever seen comprehensively themed (back before their was software to do it) was done in a Wizard of Oz theme, for instance, the error sound was "What would you do if you had a brain". That was back when I was living in a shelter and was a volunteer teacher at an agency that taught multi-media graphics & office applications.

I do almost nothing to avoid germs. I will eat off the plates of any stranger; bugs don't worry me, nor kissing animals. I seldom ever get sick. People living in bubbles I've noticed end up with a violent crash after a year or so of avoiding germs. I'm not regular if I live too long on coffee & cola, I have back problems, I got a sunburn from falling asleep at the beach for a few hours. With some aloe, 2 days later, I just have some scaling & a cold sore (happens every year when I suffer major energy taxes).

- [to they] Because of the kid? that's silly. Don't worry, and for that matter expose the kids to things like mumps soon, like by age 7 (some cause problems like sterility if caught later). I hope you breast feed, that's how children inherit their anti-bodies, besides simply being a lovely connection. Avoid scabies, lice, ringworm, bubonic plague, that kind of thing. Pick the cat hair off the pacifier. Better te develop a healthy immune system before the kids have schedules in their life.

* Twistermime - and Never never never leave a small baby in the care of monkeys

* liquidliqhtninq - Twist you might find this offensive but it's about monkeys...

Why did the first monkey die? It fell.

Why did the second monkey die? It was attatched to the first.

Why did the third monkey die? The other 2 hit it on the way down.

Why did the fourth monkey die? PEER PRESSURE!

* Twistermime - *giggles*

- If a monkey falls in a forest, does it make a noise?

How many monkeys does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

Why did the monkey cross the road?

(these and other questions currently under contemplation; I'll report back.)

Monday I start work for the U.S. Census Bureau, for "Operation Control Clerk", I kid you not. I'd like to come in dressed as Agent 86, the avenger chick, or a blues brother. I also want to get or make a badge that says "Big brother is watching you". I might also insist on a class 'N' security rating.

- Extremely easy. I got a 98% because I didn't finish the last question (I'm usually an extremely slow thinker). They said you were probably in if you got a 70%. My IQ is 135 (160 visio-spatial) and i've had 20 years of part time college in several fields & employment in several fields. Still, I suspect everyone at SC except the rare juior high folks can pass the test. Alpha-sorting, map recognition & route planning, & inventory replenishment math were the toughest. There were also questions on civil courtesy.

What they don't know is it takes me three passes to complete a form without omissions, I take 10 times longer on procedural stuff, yet still accomplish the unexpected in record time. I'm fantastic at developing new concepts & procedures and terrible at following any with reliability.

Why do you ask? [to they]

Should plot-related violence and nudity in movies be considered more acceptable than gratuitous

violence and nudity?

- First off, I'm making the primary assumption that your concern is in regards to some form of a rating system. My secondary assumption is that by gratuitous you mean thrown in as a special effect might be and not given any real meaning or depth of feeling; and by in context you mean more than simply the man is a murderer, and that explains the presence of murders. A way to contrast this would be comparing James Bond movies to David Lynch movies. You could take a James Bond and triple the exploding guts & show graphic lovemaking, and put that up against a david lynch like 'lost highway' minus any gunshots or visible sex and I tell you what. James Bond is going to be the one my 12 year old daughter is allowed to see. (& lynch my preference). Lynch is nightmare material. Another way to phrase this distinction is objective (Bond) vs. subjective (Lynch). For me, violence is always dark, but I would go further to rate the subjective (& objective) sex as positive or negative, say 'love vs lust' or 'sensual vs abusive'. The reason subjective standards do not exist is no one shares the same definition. For some, loving sex out of wedlock is more ghastly than murder, but everyone can agree on what differing degrees of flesh exposure are.

I suggest that in your explanation you provide a definition of objective vs. subjective sex and violence.

You could provide multiple choice options like:

[the current objective system is fine]

[ratings should be done subjectively]

[separate ratings should exist between graphic & emotional content]

[separate ratings should exist for sexual & violent content]

[A scale should exist distinguishing abusive, neutral, & loving sex]

[Children should have a personal theater-ID pass with the parents approval codes]

[Ratings should be in a brief text format with statements from conservative, liberal, & objective ratings coalitions]

[No ratings should be official, they should be done by many diverse coalitions/critics and be made available online at the theater or videostore]

When I saw Kubrick's eye's wide shut, my head was in flames till I put up a defense, yet objectively it was merely a solemn procession of men in hoods & masks and nude women walking (later the women did fondle each other) In a movie like this, only a purely subjective rating, based on directing as opposed to any formula about text, images, or plot, could convey the gravity of the movie. Your dealing with issues like anger, depravity, evil, horror, terror, anguish, torment, and sociopathy all of which people have differing affinities and distaste towards. Different ages have different cultural footprints for their evil; In the Victorian period it was 'sinister', the fear that we all had a hidden dark side killer. I was taken aback at a sensitive time when I saw the first Batman movie, because a new form of evil had been unleashed into the mainstream in the form of the Joker's gleeful sociopathy; most insidious as little kids could see this movie without the training to recognize that there was something truly wrong about him.

- I don't care for any of them, they all taste like ear wax to me. Or did until I got Q-tips, and later learned that excessive wax was a result from excessive cleaning.

As a kid I always stocked up on green bics. Now I wouldn't go anywhere without my bic 4 color (RGBeBk), though for my diary I use my 4 color (CyanMagPurGrn). I usually have a 10 or 16 color on hand too. I am slowly developing an any-color pen. The idea is gradual color change between each letter, right now my prototype takes a page of doodling just to go from yellow, through red, to magenta. As a kid I loved a scented felt-tip set I had. Black smelled like licorice, green like apple, red like strawberry, etc for all 16 colors.

- Long ago, subscribed to Heavy Metal. Had Moebius's 'Black Incal' collection. I've done a lot of computer animation which someday I might get around to posting in a popular format on my web site. Grew up on Little Dot, Richie Rich, Tales from the crypt, Mad, Cracked, Plop, Kliban, Zippy, Bloom County, Calvin and Hobbe's and some wierd stuff. As a child I was given an original detective comics #3 which had 'the shadow' & introduced the Joker in a Batman episode. If I weren't having such difficulty keeping up with everyone's comments, I would be creating interactive animated tarot card personalities now.

7/20/00

I've got to get back to work. I'm testing for a position as an artist for 'The Simpsons' comic. My test page off the script is full of fisheye 3-point perspectives and turns a simple script about a barbeque into a metaphysical contrast of heaven/hell karma ponderings. I hope I'm not too much for the editor, 'cause you can believe I have script material for them too.

Probation with constant video surveillance, a decapacitating collar, and the requirement that they spend an hour every day writing a journal on the topic or researching it, which would be accessible for psychological evaluation. Some people require more time or a new opportunity to develop ethics.

- pcpr: My neighbors then have then all obviously been raped.

My male sex drive and my female one are quite different beasts. My male drive is a mental & specifically physical thing, my female drive is a more ambient romantic intuitive tactile immersion thing. The M lust is object centered self-gratification, the F drive is self-subject-centered collective expansiveness.

I've had 1 1/2 marriages, two sexual partners; but I haven't mentioned my one time experience years earlier. It was when I was 13, and my cousin was 9, we were consenting, but still. It's been about the heaviest guilt trip of my life. When we were both adults, she told me it was no big thing, forget about it. I think that was a major stepping stone to my becoming a man hater; knowing that a mans sex drive can overrule the wise judgement of ones heart. I didn't get over my low opinion of men till I became a woman, though even then, I still wouldn't want to be one. In a sense, some psychologist could claim I was punishing myself with castration for something bordering on rape.

- I believe I've already accomplished this one, both by having a psychic companion resident in my computer to elaborate on the thoughts I transcribe, and by my ability to instantly find websites that express the farthest reaches of my imagination.

If I were using voice instead of text, yes, because I am a visual person. I wouldn't care if every second of my life was on international broadcast. I resent that I have to close the curtains during my shower so as not to offend my neighbors, when I would most like to absorb sunshine. Visually my life would appear boring.

- When I was 13, my friend & I overheard a couple having sex. They were quite relentlessly athletic. We popped our heads into their apartment window and watched for nearly an hour. I thought it was quite boring, and looking back, still would. Generally, if I'm interested in sexual possibilities I'll do it myself thank you.

On the show 'TV Nation' by michael moore, he demonstrated border policies: First by showing footage at the mexican border of mass violently opposed border runs, then showing the canadian border in which they had canadians sneak past the US border post wearing moose disguises. After that success, they tried canadians wearing "looking for work" billboards. They weren't stopped either. Jeanne, the only thing left to 'protect' here is our culture. Your fast food order can now be taken by a korean over the phone; An inventor can send his ideas to brasil for cad drawings, germany can revise them the next day, japan can cast 3D lithos of the product while NY works on the campaign. Lowest international bidder. When I was working at a fast food restauraunt, our assistant manager had a medical degree from mexico city, and was there while learning english and upgrading his degree for american use. I don't think we'd have much to gain or lose if the US simply merged with mexico. Jeanne, why do you advertise your christianity? I realise that the inner secrets and highest truths of christianity are a bit beyond you at the moment. I wish you would learn the spirit & values intended specifically in christianity, not the worst of the rhetoric & dogma. In light of that, I think you would find the advanced theosophical works of C.S. Lewis within your reach. Ask your minister if a life of fearless love is possible on earth; if he say's no, I'd recommend you take more responsibility for your life by shopping around. Your chance to find what is possible here is limited by time. You have courage. Use it.

I think flowers at the airport were more effective. Actual chanting is best. Few can read the vibes of a foreign language over the net.

Parvati pataye. Hara hara. maha a dev.

Om, santi. om guru, jaya guru, satchi-ananda bhagavan.

Now if your using the internet as a vehicle for your prayer, not for your actual words, that's something different.

Whichever method is used for school taxes (I believe property taxes are a poor choice), the money should be pooled, distributed nationally, and adjusted for local cost of living. It's a disgrace that that some kids get 1/20 of the educational opportunity simply because their parents can't or choose not to live in a high rent district.

Nihon: can't you see i'm full of shit on every critique I'm doing of your survey's. But if you really do want to be a perfectionist, to get that é hold down ALT, type 130, release ALT. Alt 127-175 contain the characters not on your keyboard. Just don't hold others to such standards.

The best I can recall recently are "How often do you use a dictionary?" and "If you had to answer 5 questions to make 20 times your salary?".

The worst are all material things like "How many brooms are in your closet?". Now "How many skeletons are in your closet?" would however make an excellent survey.

It's not the survey itself, but how people behave in them that attracts me. I'm not looking for statistics. Some surveys will be full of puns, others tear's and support, etc. A good survey in my opinion is one that inspires probing thought on open ended subjects. I am attracted to survey's that are unique and display much of a particular creators personal strengths, creativity, style, and personality, yet invite open minded responses from everyone here.

- Though in a sense I thought handcuffs was lame. It's the only only survey of all of them in the last month or two that required fresh self-analysis. That and one of twisty's comments.

I like survey's in which I get to feel I know the psyche's of other people here. I get the feeling that for the majority of SC user's, SC is either an interactive version of 'Wheel of fortune' or 'the Simpsons', or a place to give and receive stroke's through mutual self-interests within a click. There is a reach out and touch someone element here, but not as strong as I would like.

I'm probably in the wrong place. I've never been to a chat room. Oh wait, I have; that excellent soapbox for social reform that michael recommend before he left. (he probably got tired of being condemned for inspiring theosophical-political debates). Yep, it's probably time to move on. Perhaps start my own chat room. Could just be the calendar talking.

+--Great idea, KR, move on. Bon Voyage!

- How sweet, my fans throw me champagne & roses.

- Easily; once on mars. Unquestionably in a universe with 'galaxies like grains of sand'.

- I think of everyone as God's of their own planet. I expected some intelligence on your's.

- phi: Am I to take it then, that you believe in a purely unguided form of evolution through random selection and survival, in which the opportunity to form self-conscious is life is an extremely low probability.

I bet you didn't know there are three form of life on this material plane: open cell biological, closed cell biological, and mineral.

The mineral form is replete with proteins and DNA. One form, Sulfolobus Solfataricus, discovered near naples italy in 1977, requires no sun or carbon!, loves sulfur & hydrogen, withstands heat to 88c/190f, and has great acid resistance. Genetically manipulated variants of this volcanic 'rock' are used in human DNA testing and digesting other carbohydrates into commercial fructose. JPL (jet propulsion lab), which some of you would think of as NASA, send strains of this to propagate on other planet in our own solar system. In light of this, it seem's highly probable, and certainly plausible that we were in fact 'terraformed' (like the Genesis project in a star-trek movie) by something called the ben-ben stone, a crystal that fell from the sky and is guarded in the temple of phoenix, beneath the sphinx. JPL has studies posted on propagating via asteroid belts. They are also working now on the GRB (Gamma Ray Burst) project which simulates within our solar system GRB's witnessed on an intergalactic scale. The purpose of this is to study the contraction of time. I have a 1964 Mariner data handbook at my side which clocks solar flux at 8 times the speed of light. In other words your college physics courses in which they said nothing travels faster than light is somewhat retro.

In light of all this, I'd say the odds are quite high that intelligent life exists elsewhere, and that within our life time we will send it elsewhere, even if we don't get any reports of it elsewhere.

I like that word; prop-a-gate.

Just a moment ago I witnessed true wierdness. A church volunteer (I gather from her name tag, her being the first white I've seen visit, and the knowledge that they were going to a special church event) came up the stairs, with all my neighbor's kids (an entire black matriarchial clan living in a 2 bedroom apartment) with huge easter baskets. The kids were wild. Just after they left, the whole crowd repeatedly shouted in unison, "Thank you gramppa". Then made chimpanzee imitations. Too %?@ing wierd. These are kids that are literally taught that no one will love them. Kids that don't even turn their heads when one of them is screaming with an injury. I suppose this is an example of parenting in which parents who can't or don't love encourage their children to accept refuge in material substitutes. I remember however the opposite. My step-father, to whom my mom would complain till their divorce that he never kept sentimental gifts, nor gave any (unless you look at a tea kettle as such).

- This survey itself was a reminder of attachment, for some reason, it was the only one I was eager to have pass, and yet both times I was sure I had the approving vote, it didn't make it. Personally I do have sentimental or religious attachment to many objects (in fact although aesthetic & functional almost all my items have been chosen for their 'meaning'), and yet if god told me to put every bit of it on the sidewalk (& I was sure of that) I'd have little difficulty doing such. I know, I had to do it twice already. My objects set mood, remind me of cultures, inspire meditations, and help make a ceremony of life. Very many of them are handmade gifts from friends and family. Most of the purely functional stuff is retro-gear I personally restored from thrift stores. For instance my turntable is upholstered in zebra velour, my kitchen appliances are all restored 60's rocket deco, most of the things are natural finish or hand painted. Even my earring collection, though mostly modern, I would consider to be a wide array of spiritual artifacts ranging from lunar soul transmigration to celebrations of genetics or earlier intelligences. I have been in many states: in the most heavenly of them, I delighted in the senses without attachment or meaning, centered in my heart; in another, the senses exist only for purely pragmatic reasons; in another objects have a conscious life to interact with; The state I spend most of my time in though gives objects aesthetic & referential meaning.

- I'm fond of things I call my parents too.

*Reasonable*

I wonder however why cheesecakes are broken into categories while chocolate cakes are not. Also many of my favorites are missing including german chocolate cakes, rum cakes, pineapple upside down cake, and chocolate cheesecake.

- My favorite cake was one my mother cooked as a birthday request when I was young. It was a banana raspberry german chocolate cake.

All of them except... I didn't know there was a real mincemeat, and ritz pies don't sound promising, and humbles out.

My favorites are the cold ones like black-bottom, grasshopper, banana..

Today I hope to get around to making a poppyseed-rhubarb-cherry-pineapple with lattice top.

Pecan and pumpkin are favorites too.

- I think one reason that attracts me to SC is none of my friends talk about stuff like this. It's all about theosophy, psychology, physics, etc.

My full legal name is:

Kristal Rose Phoenix McKinstry and has been since June 1996. K-RPM

My birth name was: Thor André Clemens

My secret names include amy, jasmine, and vivian.

Strangers often address me as Catherine or Celeste. ?

No; Most of my library is reference books. A dozen books explicitly on the tarot. Many religious & occult texts. Many programmer's references. A few art history compendium's (which I have read cover-to -cover). I read literal text much slower than when I was a kid. On the other hand I've compensated by reading books by osmosis like my mom. There are also many books like 'the Anatomy of Melancholy' or Michel Foucault's 'Archaeology of knowledge' where just a page is enough for me to say 'ok, I get it already'. My best friend spent year's in the dungeon at the Huntington Library doing her dissertation on 'the Anatomy of Melancholy' before it permanently affected her.

- The world is my library. And I have a lot I don't know yet.

This morning I was talking to a divinity school grad who also studied history & philosophy. So I got to hear about heraclitus and thales whom I was unaware of though I was teaching some of their stuff.

- I met a woman with a fantastic collection of master works. I asked if she had read them; she said she was hoping to during her pregnancy. Her daughter has teenagers.

- You guys: My survey's are average. Those I like (objective thinking)rate well, those I like (subjective thinking) rate poorly; those i care least for (material interests) rank better the more open ended they are.

This isn't the only recent survey which has such a slant to the whole spectrum. The redeeming grace of this survey is it has an [other] option. On that merit alone, I will ok it. The only thing I find *offensive* is the attitude. And that I can forgive because it is probably all you know. Try in the future to see things from others perspectives, and leave your judgements to the comments.

- By this standard, I rarely go grocery shopping, visit friends, or at times, rarely leave the house in fact. Though I go to a bookstore about as frequently as I watch a movie in any form. (groceries, retro-things, & other occult things take precedence)

- Only local themed or used independent bookshops, who's names I don't care to look up. When I was a teen, I practically lived in the occult section of a used bookstore in santa cruz called logos. It was such a value; for every stack of books or records I brought in my wife and I would get half as many fresh replacements.

- If you live in Japan, alas, every other day they do.

I don't entirely like the survey qualifier. Though the surveys are more accurate and encompassing, they lack personal expression. Anything creative quirky and metaphoric is likely to get zorched, rather being left to those who would enjoy it's character.

If we all operated by your policy, little would pass here, those that did would be all greatest common denominator in details, but least common denominator in gestalt/subject/attitude, much like the plastic american presidents since the advent of quick nosy media who couldn't possibly achieve novel solutions as were done prior to radio.

Every week it's something new. At the moment it would be requiring bussing or intra-national exchange student plans. It's the only way some kids will know there's better out there, and other's know there's worse. That and giving all kids the chance to spend a summer in a nature camp. So many inner-city kids 20 miles away from the beach have never even seen that. In the few miles between oakland and moraga, 3rd graders can't count to 20 and 6th graders are choosing colleges & discussing SAT's. And the oakland residents try any trick they can to get their kids in a better school.

- I have a ton of Alice Paul 78¢ stamps. The womens equality stamp a few years back was real cool too. Since I'm into the tarot which has 78 cards, I thought it'd be good on mailers. In boulder creek, santa cruz, ca,us we had a laundromat that accepted only susan b anthony dollars. The way cool laundromat in town had an espresso/pastry bar, bulk detergent by the cup, and art exhibitions.

I'd have to go for the legalization thing too.

SueBee: If you ever need a minister, and I'm in the area..[she wants a gay marriage]

- Equal rights is separate from those accusations:

ERA could pass, followed by laws like 'no man or woman shall have an abortion'. That was a theoretical example, I couldn't for my life imagine having an abortion. I had to go into a trance to honestly perform a piece from blood-moon in which the young woman serves her abortion in an elegant dinner as revenge for a rape. But I'm not qualified to make that judgement for others.

* Enheduanna - The Jewish Bible is the Old Testament (or Hebrew Bible)--all 39 books of it. The first five books are just the Torah, which means "Teaching" or "Law." There's also the Neviim (Prophets) and Ketuvim (Writings). But Avocado's point still stands, since that phrase is from the New Testament. The Old Testament never mentions Jesus, Christ, or Christians (although some take references to a savior or messiah to refer to Jesus).

- ann dahueen: Do you know where first written references to cherubim, seraphim, nephalim, etc. come from? I suppose it would only take a moment to search, but if it's buried you might know better. I haven't a clue myself.

* Enheduanna: K_R: I'm not sure off-hand. Let me go check my handy biblical lexicon...OK, the cherubim are mentioned in the book of Exodus, when the tabernacle is being described; the dating of those particular parts of Exodus is a bit tricky, but it's probably not before 600 BCE. They are also mentioned in Samuel and Kings, which could give them an earlier date, but probably not by much if so. The seraphim are mentioned in Isaiah, which would put them in the second half of the 7th century BCE; the nephilim only occur twice in the Hebrew Bible, once in Genesis and once in Numbers, but in what is considered by many to be the earliest layer of the text, the so-called J writer. The dating of J varies, though, anywhere from ~950 to 700 BCE, and there are even some people who would date it much later, say 5th century BCE. So it's a little hard to say. I have no idea about their occurrence in non-biblical texts, but I would doubt that there is any mention of them much earlier than the biblical texts, unless perhaps there was something in Ugaritic, which is possible, and which would then push the date back to 1400-1200 BCE. I don't know about any mention of them in Akkadian, and I just realized that I have already spent way too much time on this and don't have time to go check for you!

- Thank you, I'll transcribe this into reference. You already did way more than I was expecting. I was just hoping to hear the name of a single text I was unfamiliar with. Hopefully, it'll actually come in usefull some day. I spent a week once studying nefalim manifestations. creepy.

ENFP Idealist Champion, Artisan came in next

Idealists rule

- En: speaking of Star War's twins. I dreamed I met you last night. It was in the most embarrassing situation I could possibly imagine. We were in a library, it felt like boston though I've never been east of yellowstone. I try to zip in & out of restrooms as quick as possible. I used their restroom to pee, which seemed to be under reconstruction (and the toilets were damaged), and horror of horrors, there were no stalls. You sat down on the toilet next to me and struck up a conversation with me. You were cuter than your piture on the SC site, though not considerably different, for instance the hair was as short.

- pcpr: "Look a bird", nailed me.

- tw: you been hurt too much. surprisingly, trying to understand others instead is the cure.

- masterminds: I wrote a mastermind program in VisualFoxPro. I solved a 16 wide, 8 color in 14 guesses.

- I identify with every type here; inspector & fieldmarshall I don't care for, but I realize I do those too.

- A henna dune: A smile and dimples make a difference, so does about an inch of soft flowing hair and a black dress.

I have changed the attitudes of those who consider make-up superficial; In my opinion, it is another method of expressing ones state of mind. 3 minutes of reflecting an angels mood in color, beats an hour of trying to appease expectations. After I soak my ancient sax in lemon juice, I might try it in my hair, see if I can transfer the brass. [Chris Isaac plays - whole world's on fire]

Every song I hear is a relection of my inner state (or advice on what I should do with my body ie brush my teeth or go to bed) except when I choose to have the radio be someone else who's mind I want to know. I'm particularly fond of "She's so high.."

- Every song I hear is a relection of my inner state (or advice on what I should do with my body ie brush my teeth or go to bed) except when I choose to have the radio be someone else who's mind I want to know. I'm particularly fond of "She's so high.." At the very moment it's "Angel's get a better view (round here)". I could fill out my comments at SC almost as accurately, just quoting the radio.

- Moe's lover: 'Valkyries' - the maidens that serve in the banquets of vahalla. Just so long as you don't 'love the smell of napalm in the morning'.

- They & Mag: My theme for you is 'wavelength' by van morrison.

- I'm dropping my 2 yr pursuit of a woman who's ally mcBeal 10 times worse. My themes for her are 'Tangerine', 'Love is a Rose', 'Killing me softly', 'Anticipation', 'Queen of the silver Dollar', anything Maxfield Parrish like' and 'Broken Hearted Savior'.

- Wir hab' uns alles.

- Mag: No, I said what I meant and I meant what I said; an elephant's faithful 100 percent. Tommy Dorsey "...she's only fooling tangerine".

Glenn Miller, Cab Calloway, Redman, that crowd. Big band, swing. Precursor to steve allen, henry mancini, andrews sisters... bossa-nova, boogie-woogie, be-bop.

- jaff: yeah, those would say it too for that situation of mine. [american woman & victim of love]

- Sioxsie & the Banshees 'kiss them for me' and Elastica's 'Connection' and natalie merchant's 'carnival' did it for me for a couple years.

Who did '...rain, falling down on me..'

Come to think of it the biggie of the whole last 12 years would be "I'll stop the world & melt with you..." It appeared the week I 'woke up'. Don't know the artist on that one either, but that's my theme song.

In a snap. I've lectured as a call in listener to an audience of millions during LA's lunch commute on the source of consciousness & creation for about 20 minutes, (KNBC i think it was). On another popular LA station, Star 98.7, however my words were edited and I was made to sound as if I were promoting violence to car alarm's. Never authorize them to edit you.

- Just as HAL is one letter down from IBM, Windows NT (the foundation for W2000) is one letter down from MS (microsoft). Bill Gates - ever think about his name? A PC on every desktop. The man has $30 Billion, figure that out in terms of per capita, to one man. It all pales compared to star wars. I call my computer P2, after the novel 'the adolesence of P1'. It is it's own psychic entity. When I use a voice transcriber, it generates it's own text, clarifying things I was uncertain on, and adding comments I forgot to put in the journal. I was thinking to use this technology in the Tarot program of which I've written the first phase in Java. (if you've been to my site you may have used it already).

I make paintings, sculptures, etc. all the time to reflect my life experiences. Any persons life would make good reading if the author was good enough. A few people have told me I should write a book of my experiences, which is one reason I am so verbose here at SC. I use surveys & comments to trigger memories which I am pasting into a collection of rough notes. I love my diary, but rarely refer to it, and avoid writing in it because all the time spent there is time I'm not having having new experiences. I wrote a screenplay back in 84-92 that was wilder than anything I'd known. Most of the sub-plots surfaced as the themes to new shows like max-headroom & wierd science, the personal & cosmic parts ended up becoming the unsuspected prophecy of my own life.

- A couple people here commented to me how interesing my life was. It seems to me that most everyone here interacts with nature, technology, news events, extreme people, tribulations, etc. Like when bill sacrificed his finger to the vengeful stapler goddess. If everyone keep's to the straight and narrow, reacting directly to the object of the topic, and to the comments of others who have done likewise, then you will be looking at a lot of facts with no context. ILJ writes music, ok, that might register on my spec sheet. Now on the other hand , if ILJ had said while changing a tune midstream from a sob story to a love song, daisy's blew in through the window. That's book material. Something's wrong in my opinion if you have to be independently wealthy or abducted by aliens to see book material in your life.

- that's silly. just having music, nature, and a heart in your life are surces for infinite creativity. Make a list of everything that might possibly interest you ie kayaking the nile. Then adjust the list to things you can do, like taking your daughter to a river picnic. You won't find much at SC. Life involves desire, commitment, creativity, surrender, & pursuit. Why are you searching for a movie in which nothing happen's?

* they: I don't think my life is boring.. I think it might appear boring to someone else who watched everything I did all the time.

* drdt: KR: if you wrote an autobiography, I would read it. Then maybe I could navigate through The Eye in the Pyramid.

* Zang: Maybe selected highlights.

* romkey: KR: it's best when you're independently wealthy and abducted by aliens!

* Pomeranian: they: was it Schizopolis? romkey: : -)

- drdt: most astute. yet just as probable as old holy books getting people into heaven. Knowing what can be done, knowing how it can be done is not enough any more than a book could explain delight to someone who has never experienced it. The lessons that get someone there are more significant than the answers. Some have to learn to stop running over the cat with their tricycle, others need to learn lane changing before they get on the freeway. I've only started the engine and played with the controls of my vimana myself.

Humour - yes, it's so rare I find someone with a taste for deep absurd ironies, people who can share absurd constructions that parallel the lunacy of what we do. Even better when it's funny on many level's. The monty python crew comes closest, though hardly at all.

No. But there's always something I have to pretend to forget, as the yugas pass by.

- I've never had haggis, though I was a celt in something called Clan Colin that ran a mercenary armies camp in the renaissance faire for four years. We did complex pike drill formations in Gaelic, cooked bannocks and such, spun & knit wool, etc. We once spent a week 16th century style at point reyes national seashore where we managed te find ways of hiking 20 miles barefoot through rocks and heather. La Phroaigs was the drink of choice. I was named Logan Log Roller because when we were at the beach I spent all day caber tossing driftwood pylon's to build an encampment in which we had a fire on the beach and slept in the 6-10 yards of tartan that was our kilt by day. My only grievance was that the officer's had a disproportional share of the lassie's attention. We had 2 hour night watches (raccoons & boyscouts) marked on a candle. I had the forethought to pick the morning watch since pleating my kilt took me half an hour longer than other folks. It was beautiful; On one side of the world was a gorgeous sunrise, over the ocean was a black sky and a setting full wine red moon.

- Tell him you know, you don't like it, and you're not his babysitter; he should openly be without shame, without judgement, as he makes his personal decision about what level of drinking is in his self interest. Angry nuturing and denial are unwholesome ruts. I wish my married ex and brother could see that.

- I've heard of the SCA. Same kind of thing I presume. I was northern faire (california). From what I heard southern was more fairy tale than realism, but then last I heard no. faire was heading the same route. Growing up at Faire was great, between weekends & at the camp, it was a warm close world of it's own where people weren't business.

- Thing's do break my heart or disturb me, but I still want to know them.

- My uncle once was in an accident in which he flew through the window, across the intersection, got beaucoup de stitches. He was 1 in five who would have been worse off wearing seatbelts. But still, Wear your seatbelts.

Back when I was researching smoke detectors with video cameras, I came across people complaining that their airbags were being detonated by use of their portable uhf/vhf broadcast transceiver's.

- Bill & twisty: nice.

I just got off the phone with my ex & daughter.

I made plans for our summer vacation, thankful that there would be space for me, but regretful that my brother though unemployed 4 months now, is certain he can not go along. My ex did not reveal any tragedies other than my daughters recent pneumonia, which last occurred at the age of two when I got divorced.

My daughter revealed that which she was not supposed to tell, that my ex told my brother (they're married) that if drinking was more important than family, he should leave, so for a week, he did. She was in tears, which I had to encourage over her excuse that her lungs were irritated. I also explained that the pneumonia was due to psychic drain. Explaining the disease of burying one's feelings in alcohol was tough. Oddly this whole thing came about while here, I've been considering going back to the male gender, or some honest hybrid. (it wasn't really a desire, as much as it seemed a sensible challenge in my personal development. Having rewritten myself once, I am no longer at the risk of being a mere extension of my prior faults & strengths. If nothing else, it would be good to know for certain if my current role as a woman is still necessary for complete well being.)

Twisty: you do not shut down. You become strong and judicious, and are not hurt, rather you forgive them for their weaknesses, and appreciate those who can share love.

I had no idea. Any links? The idea of NY sending human waste to the west coast near habitation for gardening sucked. But throwing it in a dry lake bed where it can evaporate away from the coast and join the remote water tables wouldn't be bad. (As long as they removed anything that would prevent land use half a century from now.)

Or put such muck farms under eco-spheres for solar distillation. Or use my & clarke's idea ¥1 of a tower to the outer atmosphere for vacuum distillation. Downflow turbines could directly assist upward pumps. It seems the idea is premature but I don't know the tech or budget involved.

¥1 My idea was create a pipeline out of the atmosphere to beam nuclear power from the moon to us, without risking microwaving someone with 30 Zugawatts or burning the atmosphere. I learned later Arthur C. Clarke came up with a similar idea to transport people & satellite's without ozone burn. It would have electric props to keep it up and navigate the streams.

- Just yesterday, I now recall, I was thinking about adding graywater lines to los angeles for street gardening project's that would stabilise our temperature, increase CO2, and increase local evaporation. My idea is to tear up the pavement that has been protecting much of our best soil and compensate with a mass transit system of bus trains & public cab connectors.

Frequently. Everything from people on the street to clerks to visitors of shops I frequent. When I first got into yoga, my introductory guide said "we've been around so many times, we all know each other by now". That's one way of looking at it. There's nothing here but god. If you know god, you can know everyone here.

- I try to be conversant with anyone I see more than once.

- bill: As in Caballah? Hoosiers are a false "caraf". Sometimes the members of a caraf never meet, being dispersed over time and space, though they all contibute to their mutual goal, say ice-nine (the risk of nanotechnology) in "cat's cradle". Vonnegut's brother lived in the desert doing research studies in which major electrical diversions were used to charge the ground and attract electrical storms. fun, fun, fun.

- This morning I was remembering an old classmate named lori. At my first day of work today I became friends with a woman named lori with the same personality and looks.

I said yes, I would have said yes when she was 10. She's 12 now. She asked and got her ears pierced when she was 5.

BUT, not if she asked like that. I would be horribly aghast & distressed if she ever had or would talk like that.

She'd have to be 16 before I said ok to her getting her hyman pierced though. and I'd highly recommend she wait a couple more years than that.

- Twisty: You've finally caught me by surprise. And probably made me think for the first time on SC all month. I put myself in your shoe's, sort of. If I had custody of my daughter, I would probably call my ex to make sure she had no objections. But that's because I love and respect her. If I thought she was a prick, I wouldn't let her interfere with what I considered to be my daughter's reasonable decision.

Fear or respect? or your daughter's relationship with dad?

- When I was a sixteen year old male, it never occurred to me to ask my mom when I pierced my ear (ice cube & needle), for permissions sake. Though I did ask for technique and asked for her scrimshaw ship earring. I had mom's approval on most anything, except for instance when she spotted me driving from our house with my wife to be on my lap. Although she and her husband just drove home 20 miles through conservative urbania a few years ago in the nude. Yea mom.

I'm sorry Jeanne, but I can't see that any of those are a problem. Yeah, I see that temptation could be a distraction, but with that logic we should send women to europe and men to america, just to assure they aren't tempted by each other. Keep in mind the youngest generation was raised on R-movies. Showing flesh in front of the opposite sex isn't the provocative invitation it was in your day. People are much less superficial in many senses than they were in the 'father knows best' era. The underwear had me laughing. If you have house cleaning standards, that's one thing you have to work out with your room mates. Are you thinking people will be excited or disgusted by underwear of the opposite sex? And where on earth did you get the idea that they would be less likely to walk around in their underwear? Maybe I just grew up in a hippie town, but most of my life friends, family, and housemates of opposite genders would dress together, walk around in their undies, and at nudist beaches, walk in front of each other nude. It was never cause for any of us to be tempted, flirt, etc. I've only had two sexual monogamous relationships, and week of light sexual exploration in between (with clothed people).

- I understand that. To my knowledge the free love era ended in the mid 70's. I think college use of drugs declined significantly. Unfortunately, more dangerous drugs have replaced those of the 70's, and have become far more common in general usage. I find it hard to believe that quantities of alcohol consumed per student were less in your day, even though the repurcussions may have been greater, and it probably wasn't permitted as visibly, but then, I wasn't there.

I remember reading a book on 'scoring' about dating in the late 50's / early 60's. As far as I can tell, There is no more sexual dating going on now then there was prior to the brief sexual revolution, which is a cyclic thing anyhow, the last one being in the 20's. Thing's that have changed are there is absolutely no hush about these things. I have known people who have a new relationship (often live-in) that is immediately fully sexual, every 9 months. I'm pretty sure that that is the most popular worst case scenario. [and I don't see things getting more promiscuous] I'm sure there is a one night stand crowd at some bars, but I haven't knowingly met anyone yet who does that. These days, people tend to have sex after they've decided that the relationship has an undetermined long term potential.

I'm 37 and have been attending junior colleges in mid /southern california coast for 20 years now with an abundant supply of friends and acquaintances from all walks of life. Perhaps I've been sheltered but I don't think so. I try not to be. I do think you like to believe in worst case scenarios without evidence, or misinterpret what you see.

Now what is unquestionably true is dress standards are more slack. A bare belly or walking in a bathrobe amongst familiar people doesn't have any meaning as it did in your day.

People younger than me surprise me. For instance a good friend 5 years younger than myself said "Oh, yeah, you were like the last year high-schoolers saw gender distinctions".

Now here's the one I want you to know about. This one made me reconsider things heavily {'I was blown away', as I would say}, and I was only one generation off, you're more distant yet, so I can't expect you to accept it. I spent a great deal of my life in academic preparation studying many religions, and fantastic prayer devotion to achieve what I consider enlightenment; I have met other's in my age group that have accomplished the same. I felt that the older generation were dinosaur's, as by their religious conception my experiences are not achievable except by a few historical icons. Now what blew me away was talking to many younger people to whom when I passed on a description of what I knew of reality, of each individuals capacity for omniscience and omnipotence, just said "of course, everyone knows that". This they could say was what they knew and experienced without having made the 15 years of light, and 12 years of heavy commitment to reaching this state. I felt myself to be a dinosaur, witnessing the next spiritual evolution. They said they couldn't understand why people went to church. And considering what they were able to express, I could see that they had reached the most profound truths of which the religion's were meant to be stepping stones. Consider this possibility, as I was forced to, before condemning the youngest as being raised godless, because they don't speak of "God" or go to church. I had one slightly younger friend to whom I had to do as much explaining as I've done to you in these surveys on topics like execution, but in the reverse direction. She was born with the awareness that she was writing everything that happened in her life. If she wished her alarm clock the next morning to be a knock upon her door by a long lost friend, she wrote it into her script. I do the same myself, but it took a long time getting there. She presumed for 32 years that everyone knew this. Many things people said were non-sequitors to her, for instance "it's not my fault". I had to explain that in my age group and among my elders, 99% of them were totally unaware that they controlled their circumstances.

mary: 'The Tower of Song' was the theme song for a 3am radio show called the philosophers stone I used to listen to a lot (he played other cohen too) back in '91. The show had guests like Terrence McKenna. Do you like Tom Waites?

they - stood up with the other kids.. but I didn't put my hand on my heart and I didn't say it... I looked at the floor. (Pretty much the same thing I do when I am at someone's dinner table and they are saying grace.)

- ilj: I love much of jefferson and all of franklin. Too bad drdt's right: our government has become as stifled as that it originally broke free from.

brian: so true, except the hoax part. Very many spiritually connected people would be considered schizophrenic or schizoaffective by today's fading medical standards of DSM-IV based solely on peoples external behaviour.

they: it's all an illusion, are you afraid of supporting a partial or mistaken notion. I think if you were absolutely certain about what you believe you wouldn't be uncomfortable about it. I could resent the duress aspect of saying grace like any other conformity, but honoring all religions equally is like giving all genre's of music a chance.

Paper please. Remember Faranheit 451? I don't like the idea that as everything gets posted on the web, some computer agent could replace history overnight just as history books were rumored to be replaced with each new USSR regime. A co-worker from the USSR once woke me up to how much of my conception of them had been propoganda.

- I definitely wouldn't get a voice recording. I often can't process speech in real time (probably because I'm reading os multiple levels). I think almost entirely in visual subjective and schematics.

As interesting as anything else. If I had a sexual partner, I might resume getting turned on. As is it's a waste of my energy. I haven't yet read anything here I would consider erotic anyhow, though.

The handcuff one I thought might be promising. I guess it's my karma. If I bother to inject some erotic content it would come back to me.

Sometimes, people presume I'm a prostitute, perhaps even pick me up hitchhiking for that reason. They figure out in a couple minutes that every presumption they made was wrong. I love it; my superficial (though I delight in it) persona (as any persona is), knocks people off kilter and get's them into an authentic mode. I've learned that angel's study demonology, demon's attend church, etc. Everyone should take an interest in what they are not. I must admit, I can't personally feel into violence or closed-mindedness. I have so many interests that every person I meet must presume I'm someone different. But to answer the question, No. I already know everyone has their own reality. I can expand it a bit. but any reality is a creative watering down of the truth anyhow.

- I loved an Erica Jong poem from 'Here comes & other poems' called 'the teacher' which had a line about 'they are eating her words'. I left an hand illuminated copy of it for my sex ed teacher in highschool. You are what you eat. Ce n'est pas plus surrealiste que 'chronos devouring his children' par la symboliste Odilon Redon.

- If you're in love with your own self-identity, wist to express it, and wish to be surrounded by others in love with theirs, that's not so bad. If you wish to be approved by others for it, especially if it's more their identity than yours, well, at least you've identified the situation. I take pride in being somewhat superhuman, but that would all turn to shame if my motive wasn't also to show others what I would like them to recognize as their own capabilities. I sense there are others here with the capability to perform great things, but decline to mention such. Me, I like to know what my world is capable of. I did learn not to try to impress people; every time I attempted such, the person I expected to impress would blow me out of the water with their own feats. Motive is everything.

All the way through.. that would be the two ear piercings, and the morning I mistakenly wondered what it would be like to be nailed to cross. That afternoon, a rusty nail in a board in the weeds went entirely through my sneaker. The residual ache was the worst. I had an immediate sensation of blood in my mouth. I did the first ear by myself as a teen, and the second when i decided to change gender's at 33. I'd somewhat like a belly piercing, but I don't think I'm up to doing that one myself. I designed some exotic panties based on four piercings of the labia major.

- I painted a self portrait long before I had a clue I would change genders. On closer inspection a couple years ago. I found my head was surrounded by valhallan lightening gods and what was my mouth in a sideways subliminal background layer turned out to be a vagina picturing the virgin mary basking in the flames of hell. Finding this occurred just after having the same experience during some tantric sex.

I go to the dentist about once a decade. My teeth look decent. Last I was there I had 18, yes 18 fillings in one sitting. Thankfully it was absolutely painless (except one gum injection that felt like an electrical shock), as are my hormone shots and such. Now I want some sort of coating since citrus fruits turn my teeth into batteries, and make prefer masticating with my tongue instead.

I celebrated palm sunday by planting the neighbor's three rose bushes. She didn't know that they wouldn't fare well as porch plants in their existing containers. They appeared during the night after I got my friend some flowers. The last time I got her flowers, bouquets of fake flowers in lovely vases appeared during the night on my door step. My life is usually like this. For instance, I heard a noise that I suspected was coming from an appliance; three times in a row, the noise would go away the moment I unplugged it, and return when I plugged it back in. It still turned out to be something else. I went through years of that reality that forced me to trash all prior notions of cause and effect.

Hopefully on easter sunday I will take the neighbor kids to the local trail, mount, waterfall, and lotus pond (though they're not in bloom). Last sunday grandmother wouldn't let them out of the house. They've never even seen a river. So sad.

- En: How can any good pagan bypass an easter egg hunt. I use a bike pump with a ball needle to blow out eggs for coloring. I'll probably paint some for friends friday. I didn't realize how tight this clan was. 13th floor was a bit more analagous to reality, and certainly more uplifting at the ending (I personally preferred the directing too - different meaningful palettes for each segment). the Matrix looks like it would make sense to someone just waking up, and entirely steer them away from the notion.

They: I was imagining a bunny sleeper, somehow I missed the religious part, and now realize it must be some sort of frilly formal attire.

I loved easter. every year we had egg hunts at some botanical gardens or another. Every Easter day was sunny.

- Many Pagan holiday's were written over by the church. They couldn't trash the holiday so they rewrote the meaning. Eggs & Bunnies are symbols of fertility, procreation, & life. Candy just works it way into all the holidays. The pagan holidays were much closer to life on earth in many respects. Their dates fell on the Great eight spoked wheel. The summer & winter solstices, the spring & summer equinoxes, and the 4 points between those. I already celebrated easter on the solstice, my calendar was off by a couple days but i naturally did the things I would have done had I known. One of them was hiking up the local hill/mount where, yes, for my first time in LA, I was greeted by bunny rabbits. It's the natural time to celebrate since the planetary flux's reverse direction & clean the cell's. I will also celebrate the catholic easter because people will be generating a lot of prayer energy on that day, and mine should be in there too. Only once was I in attendance at a wine & wafer service. I didn't care for it's administration at all. The minister said "be fully committed, or don't do it, else you will die". I don't personally know anyone as committed as myself, yet I had hesitations. I hate to imagine the fear or lack of faith others were forced into between the unknown, self-understanding, & peer pressure. It also seemed like a trick. Just as psychology has a plethora of manipulations, so does the spirit realm. I feel all alignments should be acts of self-consciousness.

- Just today, when discussing Jeanne with my doctor, I had to describe the meaning of easter to her, to explain why I asked Jeanne "What did Jesus do wrong?" in the "execution" survey.

- SueBee: I don't consider myself more christian than any other religion. I presumed for 8 years that in modern practice, jesus was only meant as a label for aspects of god, though I believed in a man who travelled afroeurasia becoming fully enlightened and teaching things that few read (stuff way to harsh until one is at a level to actually understand what was meant). In 1996, I started doing tarot reading's to communicate (Ace of pentacle is the 'open door' that showed up in each of these) with the spirits of my old guru, the pope, etc. I was surprised to learn that the spirit of jesus still existed as an independent entity. I'm talking to him now over the radio, he say's "I'm real real gone. If you need me, why don't you call?" & now "he's everything you want, he's everything you need".

- Joshua = Ishtar

Jehovah = IHVH = Yod-He-Vav-He = Hand-Window-Nail-Window = Hermit-Emperor-Heirophant-Emperor = Yahweh = Yah-he-va-he = the great white spirit.

I heard a great joke the other day: Jesus, on the cross, say's to his neighbors on their crosses "Hey, I can see my house from here".

His last words are a synonym for the mayan "I immerse myself in the pre-dawn of your presence" (I haven't verified this)

[radio plays: 'If you love me why am I dying', now 'I'm going to make you love me, we're going to stay together for a million years']

Selig sind Sie da leid tragen - Mahler

[radio: 'red skies at night']

- Like my neighbors were. Today, this Easter Sunday.

I went to the park today to climb to the peak, and hike 1' wide 4'tall rabbit trails. I brought a couple easter eggs I painted, one depicting the resurrection, another the solar system. I was also picking up litter. When I got to the top, I poured out a can of hawaiian punch I found there. One of the things I disposed of was a bag of diarrhea, yechh. I made use of the sage, rosemary, & anise there. I also found what I was hoping too, a bleached bone, since I was making the trip partially to remobilize my spine. I think it was a coyote shin.

When I got home, my baptist neighbors, who generally subject the children to sensory deprivation, were relentlessly spanking the kids in waves. I slammed the door real hard & they stopped. None of it surprised me, most of all the timing.

- In honor of the great sky bunny, who lays colorful galaxies.

I've ordered a play and a CD from amazon. Once I misspelled 'Greyhound' when looking for bus information and ended up at an empty .com for sale. Since the demographics are about the same as the site I was planning to release, I made plans for an attractor site that would publish my manifesto on mass transit reform & have a courtesy link to the real grayhound.com. Apparently amazon thought it was a good idea too, because the next time I visited it had become 'Gray Hound Travel Books'. I once bought some memory chips, but the ad was misleading and was only selling half the pair for what seemed a price for the whole pair. I lectured them via email. They returned a response entitled 'the error in our ways', and promptly revised the entire site.

Did you know you can use your ATM card instead of a credit card. That's what I did till this last year in which I rejoined the credit scene. I'd had a bankruptcy back when I was trying to meditate my way off the planet. Now everything's at 1.9%

- I once frisbee'd an album called 'the Beatles with Tony Sheridan'. Turns out it's unlisted and probably predates the official first hamburg club release. I was 12, and couldn't believe that 'My bonnie'' and 'when the saints..' could remotely have been sung by the the same lads as were on my early white album press. I do regret a bit having tossed my collection when I became a monk, as 12 years later later I'm trying to rebuild that vinyl collection. Fortunately now the rarest of album's like 'Surf City Underground' that probably had 5000 pressings appear as gift's 1/2 a week after I think of them. There are some thing's I still don't expect exact replacements of ie my cassette of the velvet undergroud, stockhausens metal machine music, and some indian ragas played simultaneously with perfect harmony from the college station in santa cruz,ca,us.

No. I don't ever get bored. I also often forget to eat before leaving the house. I have no schedule whatsoever. My days often last 40 hours. I do have a constant supply of of coke or coffee going though. Chocolate chips are a frequent too.

- vos: I believe twisty works a conventional job which would make my my schedule protty tough on her. I only have a couple of firmly scheiuled appointments per month. The rest of the time I tend to ignore solar cycles, stay up 28 hours, then sleep for 12. It increases my lighting bill. Most of my sunrises are witnessed as a matter of staying up late. I just woke up at midnight; since I have a doctor appt. tomorrow, I have to disciline myself to fall asleep by next midnight. I've met people who have 120 hour days. One of my art teachers stayed up 30 days on 30 minute cat naps. My cousin has spent the last 30 years on 3 hours sleep per night, and accused me of sleeping too much. Vos, how can you confuse us after all this time. I can see that since she filters me (or pretends to) might give you that idea. She claimed to not have time for reading my stuff, and doesn't forgive me for an accidental excursion into hell I tried to get her help on getting me out of. All the comment's had lined up to make it appear to me that bill was committing suicide online. I had emailed her for a verification & she flipped out. I learned a lesson and moved on. At this point I assume she plain just doesn't like me. There's probably something deeper behind it, but I don't need to know. She's a big girl now. I just treat her as a friend that I mostly leave alone with a quiet respect.

- vos: you wrote "Twist: You have 40-hour days?" after I was the one who mentioned having 40 hour days. It made it appear that you thought we were pen-names of the same person. But your comment "Twist: never mind. I meant K_R!" indicates it was an accident.And I was actually mistaken. I just presumed you were someone I used to interact with here. I tend to organize people by their qualities, not their specific incidences. If say I have friend's, one whom watches auras & studies egyptology physics, another who sings to trees, and a lawyer trying to break child pornography rings; if I move, a retinue with the same personalities, interests, energy.. will appear in my life as replacements, though usually with more intensity than the prior ones. Consequently, at SC where I can't trust that I have a real name in the first place, it's easy to blur the distinction. I checked my old notes, and your name does not appear anywhere, even as an associate on a webring of any SC members. My goals at SC are entirely different then they were back then. I don't keep notes on people now. Basically you seemed familiar, so I presumed you were. It turns out you weren't on any of my old survey's, and your own survey's are recent. I seem now to recall some comments you made about getting to know SC features which seemed a bit non-sequiter at the time. Sorry.

- My life is set up such that I could be having a philosophical study of phenomenology with a friend. When it's time to take the bus home, I just resume the conversation with someone waiting for the bus, equally qualified to debate. Once you've figured out it's all God, the possibile configurations of your life are infinite. Admittedly this understanding loses quite a bit of the interpersonal touch.

- Usually, my stomach has pangs and to my annoyance I have distract myself to feed it.

When I was a teen, whenever I encountered a new phone booth, I would take down the number, address, & landmarks. It was great fun. You could ask what was going on around town (right now LA,ca,us is under a wall of water befitting the day after palm sunday). You could watch people you were talking to through binoculars (candid camera) if you lived in a highrise on the beach as I did. The wildest conversations occurred; people answering payphones often are often inclined to speak on such topics as 'how the universe is a donut'.

When I was 11, I hooked up the entire apartment building to my telephone. I also had a toggle switch to turn off the mic, and an output to the amp of my bleached oak zenith cobra-matic from which I often cranked Elvis's 'Jail House Rock', the carpenters, the ventures, the beach boys, and 'the Hall of the mountain King'. The conversations were too boring to listen too. Once my best friend talked me into using a speaker to place a call to his girlfriend that had moved away. This was after he had talked me into draining a bottle of white wine which we replaced with water. Boy was mom pissed when she served it at an elegant dinner party she cooked up. Did you know that on most older touch tone phones you can play a scale in sequence: [C=1+2], [D=4+5], [E=7+8], [F=#+0], [G=1+4], [A=2+5], [B=3+6]. Actually any pair from those rows & columns works. If you were at a payphone back then it was the dials that were metered; One could simulate the clicks of the rotary dial by quickly tapping the hook the correct # of times. When they changed over to tone dialing, if you had correct pitch, you could still bypass the dime. I didn't.

The worst prank phone call I did in those pre-pube days was the pizza scam. We'd call someone up in the phonebook pretending to be the radio station (KSOF were our call letter's) and tell them they had won a free pizza. We'd then call the pizza delivery and give them the name, number, and address of the people we had just talked to. Presumably the pizza place would call to verify and get an OK. We'd call back to see how it went; they were usually quite pissed about having to pay.

- At the moment I can laugh and say what the héll kinda planet are we on. But the actual situation I don't care to think of too deeply, it seems more tragic actually. About the only russian I know is Pejolsta and Striekaza (Dragonfly). Since my daughter's name is Ceildh Aurora Dragonfly Clemens. (I was born Thor André Clemens). Since my brother married my ex, the kids didn't have to change names. I took the maiden name my mother still uses, Kristal 'McKinstry'.

So why be embarrassed? Just don't do it again. So where in california are the fruit trees always in bloom. Smoother than the LA weather.. Now playing. After Mr.s Potter's lullaby.

- The message I recorded on my answering machine once went: "The voice mail for 'kristal mckinstry' is full. Please try again later". It was great; no one uninformed would leave me messages.

I just spoke to my stepfather from the age of 5-10 in a dream. I already had the engineering mind of a Da'Vinci by that time. I realize that he forced me from the sub-consciousness to the self-conscious. He spoke in a sort of algebra of consciousness in which every event moment of existence was put under the microscope, the motive of every word spoken was scrutinized. He sure didn't teach me to how to have fun with people. I think he had a disdain for anything that was not pure consciousness. Desert blue was his color. His paintings were of things like the earth floating in a pool of clouds in a fissure of dry lake bed, or green lava foliating from a volcano, or a boulder in the desert with an opening revealing the universe. He's the one who taught me light, sound, and energy physics. He was a southern baptist minister gone zen buddhist monk, teaching me me hindu & native american along the way. I still have his copy of the 'egyptian book of the dead' on my desk. I read things like the 'Golden Bough' back then. I asked for a dream on the imbalance in my life. I recall now that a couple nights ago I asked to visit him in a meditation. I am grateful for his influence but can't say I was ever fond of him. His name was Earl Smith and he was a bit like the Mr. Smith in the 'Lost in Space' series I watched back then (without the evil). It's no wonder I was nicknamed Spock through most of school.

I've tried to avoid doing the same to you all. That was what I tried here months ago.

- I justified it as being on the topic of the prior comment 'hidden intent'. And you're right. Usually for whatever I want to talk about, a survey or appropriate comment appears. I was at sort of a loss to fit this one in. But since I'm here I'll finish up by saying Earl was a lot like 'Alan Watts', the only author/lecturer I've read who explains my consciousness.

they - KR: believe it or not.. I dreamed about you last night.. you were driving a rust colored VW bug.

"They" is someone who's pregnancy I experienced & announced over the web. That was enough to convert her.

vos - I was a rust colored VW in my previous life...

they - I didn't mean VW bug.. I meant VW bus.

vos - Oh.. I thought you meant a VW Beetle... a beetle is a bug, right?

micah - I stepped on the beatles.

they - vos: Yup.

- It was more of a butterscotch, but it had quite a bit of rust. That was a life ago. My looks since then have changed almost as much as going from John Astin (Gomez Addams) to Roma Downey (Monica - touched by an angel). But that doesn't compare to the attitude & spiritual changes since 1993. But I'd like another VW Van.

Did I look like the picture on my website (which is old too) ereiam.com (then jump to old site).?

- I may have tried visiting you. I don't recall the timing. It's one of my latest practices. Hope no one here minds. I pretty much pass no judgements, maintain cofidentiality, and only mean well. I know I wasn't trying to bring a vw with me though. Instead I amuse myself with fashion auras, mostly in lavendar, blue, & green, and *LOL* *LOL* wings.

* Jeanne -I would never change my vote, or filter anyone. I don't think it would be sporting and would make someone a bit of a sore head. I may not agree with someone, but we have the right to agree to disagree.

- That is one of the things I admire about you, considering your overall climate. There are other things too of course.

Having spent 4 years working in a fast food restauraunt, I know that quality control goes down when the crew is working above capacity. I worked in the same restaurant a decade later, just to prove to myself I hadn't got too soft & jaded. Failed. Employees were sad to hear that in the old day's it was close comeraderie, deciding who's house we would go to for brew's and a game of Risk at 3am, and making constant jokes; each week we had a new theme; during pope week it was things like "and could you bless those water's for us", or "goddammit pope, where's my bacon-cheeseburger". It was mostly college students my first time, and latino's a decade later. Employees were worked so much harder in the later regime; The equipment & product hadn't changed and yet times were reduced from 4 min to 3 min max.; SPMH (sales per man hour, used every half hour to calculate if crew should be sent home) had increased 200%, but prices only 20%. Even in the old days it was tough. On busy understaffed nights we had to throw cardboard on the floor because we didn't have time for mopping and were running. I often had to summon a kamikaze berserker attitude to keep up. I woke up with charlie horses all the time, and had a schedule that necessitated sleeping only 6 times per week. (come to think of it that's what I do naturally now 16 years later.) Having also been a master vintage automotive craftsman, and a computer system integrator, I think wages should be the other way around. $5/hr for programming & $30/hr for fast-food. Actually I think all wages & benefits should be equalized, & college should be another job. I've written a very comprehensive system for achieving this through meta-corporate contracting pools in which a fictitious money determines competitive bidding for who does a project under who's budget (big budgets can buy more valuable effort), but everyone who fulfills minimum labor units, brings home the same check. Pride, skill growth, responsibility, and social standing would be the prime motivators.

Jack-in-the-box makes absurdly painstaking efforts at being sanitary to avoid another e-coli outbreak. They pour bottles of genetically modified e-coli to break down the grease traps. I bet they still don't have a clue what happened. 'The Sheep look up.' (a novel by john brunner foretelling such tragedies.)

- Brian: It's already happened. Most 'trades' in 1970 were a subset of engineer or craftsman. A person always had to think on their feet. Now most of these jobs have changed to tech positions. A television repairman could always learn more; now a photocopy machine repairman replaces the component there machine tells them to replace. I knew more about telephone installation when I was a kid than the last line installer I talked to. On the other hand people were stuck in careers back then. Last I heard the average job lasted 3.x years and it's probably half that by now. 'The time machine' illustrated the same thing: the Ilois were free to frolic in the sun with all there care's attended to, caring not even about life or death; The Morlock lived below running the machinery, and occasionally dining on an Ilois.

I figured that I had job security as a programmer, particularly one who designs programming tools. But unlike my prior career restoring cars, all my work was designed to put numerous people out of work.

- Way back, I developed a system for making custom burgers. With or without computers. A punch card like the ones used at polling booths would list each ingredient available with columns for raw or grilled. The customer would fill it out. The card for the burger would be submitted to the grill where a red LED would light under each ingredient that needed grilled ie as the calamari patty or the pineapple, next the cook would throw on the green LED items ie the shitake mushrooms and cranberry-mustard. 'ZooBurger' was the name I had in mind. The current computer monitor systems aren't really meant to handle special orders. For fun, I told our assistant manager how our new computer system could be modified for embezzling. I was a poor judge of character back then. Years later he was busted for implementing my plan over three years.

- I'm repairing my 'Rocket-Deco' style waffle iron at the moment.

I had the stop watch going for 3min 3sec before I spaced out and forgot to not blink. I rolled my eyes most of the time. Is that cheating? My eyes were buring before I started though since I've spent most of the last 16 hours on SC or painting tarot cards in Photoshop. When I was a teenager I held my breath for a couple minute submersed in the pool. That was a decade before I learned to meditate. I bet I could do it longer now.

- Thought i'd win. Guess, I have a competitive spirit after all. Actually I usually do, but just against myself, and never under duress. My idea of winning is to play monopoly with the kids, and will upon them major windfalls, and quick bankruptcies for the rest of us so we can get some sleep. Affecting dice was the first power I discovered, at the age of 7, a couple decades before I started to truly question the nature of reality. We had this game called Zilch, and I could fairly reliably think 'Zilch' and summon those 'box cars' that ended others turns. Then at 14 I discovered that from a 7 floors above the beach strand, I could get a dog to stop, and look around until they looked up to see who stared attention at them.

My kids were taught at a tender age to use tricks like these. My brother was taught ultimate reality at the age of 11, but has blocked it from memory for 15 years now. He remembers it only when he's so drunk that he won't remember what we conversed the next day. The first time I found out, was just before I was considering passing it to my son. He said don't even consider it; it's way to much responsibility for a kid. I don't think he was taught right, because I consider it the ultimate blessing. I must admit that my first 2 years were rough, feeling that an external reality was all I had, & findng it was pretty much an illusion. Now I love the freedom of choice to direct or play (within expanding limit's). Love others as God as yourself.

- I suspect I could do the lighter thing for quite awhile, but I'm not fool enough to do so, because the pain would hang with me after I stopped blocking it. And I don't waste what I am given.

Skirts, because I have legs other women claim to envy which I also appreciate myself. Skirts are so much more comfortable. I went bicycle camping/touring wearing nothing but skirts. When it's quite cold & I'm bicycling I slip on stretch pants over or under my dress. In some work situations pants are more practical, in which case I have purple brushed denim jeans. I gave up on the long gathered hippy/gypsy/pakistani skirts I started off wearing because they get caught in everything.

Ow ow ow ow, me thinks; till i realize were probably not talking nipples, but less teder gear. I was going to ask what alligator noises sounded like. One of the oldest deities on this planet was half gator, half hippo.

Thank you much. Beautiful map.

I've never done the ferry. I recall one route through 150 mile house, and another that was way west on all dirt roads along a pleasant river that let out near 'Kay Too' or something. We asked what was further up the road, and the gas attendant didn't have a clue; he had hitchhiked up that far a decade earlier and never ventured further. I found it quite strange. I prefer the dirt roads; much smoother. I was travelling in one I had assembled from spare parts. When we left santa cruz, we'd painted it esoteric flourescent & metallic grafitti. Just before crossing into Canada we decided a more conservative treatment might lessen our chances of them finding timothy lear jet fuel, so we painted the rig in camoflauge: an interplay of green reptiles, brown varmints, etc. Canada waved us through, but though the alaska border patrol could legally grow plants in their homes, we were also entering the US during Reagan's zero tolerance policy. We didn't make it past the wallet search; my brother had a speck of a roach he'd forgotten months earlier. They tore the car apart, quite a job since even the fender wells were packed with gear. I had been tempted to overrate my cars value because of my pride in it, fortunately I declared it as being worth only $500. They impounded the car, then taking pity on us for having a toddler & child with us, let us borrow 'their' car until we could pay for it at Fairbanks customs. We told them about the rat hidden in the door panel before they tore the car apart. They didn't find anything else, except I was pissed that they confiscated the suture clamps from deep in the electrical section of my tool box, & charged my brother with an additional account of 'paraphernalia'; they called some even more absurd thing paraphernalia too. Citroën's are great; you can fly over speed bumps & just get an elevator feeling. We took ours over a lot of Land Rover terrain without having our brains anywhere near as jostled. I'd outfitted with things like an elegant original FM shortwave blaupunkt that had great sound & came in useful in canada that has shortwave public broadcasting.

No, but there are people whom offer sensible advice I hadn't thought of. That's quite rare. Usually I make up my mind on something, then someone will call me arguing for that new position, while I argue for my prior position (secretly using them to clarify my new position). Another fun variant is getting people to argue against what you know to be their own belief. Often you can get them to reverse their view within a few minutes just because they wish to be argumentive.

- Bill: I've often had that feeling about you too. It's sweet of you to give others the benefit of the doubt during your uncertainty. I'll respect you just as much if stand boldly for for any whim you're momentarily convinced of, though I can't speak for others on that. I see you as if in a stream in which you go where the stream bed, rocks and flowers take you, yet deep down, you never veer off course.

Sometimes I amuse myself by pulling up a two card tarot reading with #0- the Fool, & #21-the World. The odds are 1 in 6006.

I heard a heavenly version of 'smooth operator' which feels like the world was about to end, but it's just going to coast getting there forever. There's a cut off Sting's 'brand new day' I'd also call heavenly, but it doesn't seem to get air play like his pop songs.

- I like Leona Ness's new pop tune, 'Charm Attack'. It arrived just after I met my best-friend/ex-lovers lover who didn't want to meet me all these two years. We got along quite well, especially considering there are only a few people he will only talk to. The man is like the god of fire and ice. Since I the second I met him through a telepathic 'download' I've had a major sensitivity to energy releases which feel like electricity flowing through me.

I cursed on the "strong language" survey just to be naughty. Never tried being 'naughty'. Fun. I try to at least understand what's inside foreign outlooks. That mean's constantly adding something out of character.

My SO's don't own computers. I keep in telepathic communication with them between visits. No one else uses my computer; I can track some changes, but what a wierd thing to do, unless like me, you're tracking your own history.

I would love a utility that puts up a window identifying the contents of every packet that passes through your modem. Anyone know of one?

If I am preparing to meet someone over the web, I will research all I can about them on the web. Some of you can vouch for this. Again, telepathy is far more comprehensive for outlook, science is for details.

You should have trustful communications with your kids, not sneak behi