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Wriggling grubs to not belong.
Wasps brook no insults from the naked.
We really do have some control over our destinies. Most of our problems are from fearing poverty. In reality, it takes a lot to make a body suffer. I could be a shriveled up old sanyasi in just a few years. I wouldn't have much to worry about.
Memo from the Mockingbird: I'll be a Past Master soon and will be putting on a Master's degree in two weeks.
All these words spoil everything.
I got under my arm like a turtle in his shell.
We make a nice community.
You must understand that you are myself. Therefore, I can only talk to myself, with some exceptions.
Jim's wailin' now.
For almost two days, I was inside myself and now I feel outside, spreading infinitely outward.
I hope Sunanda brings the Prasadam.
Chad's adding his part to the piece as he slowly shuffles back to his hole in the stage.
Subconscious motives can be frightening. This is nothing but a vacation.
It also reminds me of the sadhus at the Kumba Mela on the banks of the Yamuna.
Kim and Jyl are in ISKCON's trailer.
We all laughed for a long time after showing each other our bones.
"He who mentions calamity when everything is cool shouldn't lead the people."
Dream - I had to leave to check on my job at school. They were hiring people randomly off the street. I convinced them to hire a friend of mine, though there was an understanding that it really wouldn't happen. It turned out that I was caught playing hooky from high school and, later, college. My grade report showed that I had missed certain classes 36, 48, 2, etc. times from each class. I decided to get back here and blow school off. I saw Natalie bringing her son back to get his electric guitar. Tre drove up and wanted me to drive her truck to a banquet. I said I was fasting and it would be cruel for me to go. A friend of hers told me that what she mainly wanted was help getting the truck started. It seemed that the battery was running low. I later had the understanding that I was to meet her in a hotel room. She had chosen a suite so that we could have separate beds. When I had gotten there, my "wife" had turned out to be a shy beautiful pregnant Indian woman who wanted to call me Sri Baba. I told her to just call me Bob as we went to our room. When I told her that I was fasting on the water from the Jumna River, she said that would do very nicely.
The sacrifice is being accepted.
Dream - When Adam and Dave got back they said that they felt like they were getting the flu and couldn't fast. Adam spoke. I laughed and said, "You jerks," but wrote everything else after that. Adam at another point said that they had fasted and I wrote, "What about talking?" He said that he was more aware of his voice. We, at that moment and at his suggestion, began playing. My electronics were in an inconvenient place on another floor, so I went acoustic for a while. An Hispanic guy offered to help me get set up but I waved him away so that he wouldn't miss anything. I started to set up on a balcony over the sound sculpture but my cord wouldn't reach the outlet on the first floor. I opened my eyes and found myself where I am now right beside the sculpture on my motley colored bed.
HOW ABOUT ELECTRONICS SETUP NEAR YOUR BOOTH?
THAT WOULD BE GOOD FOR ME, BUT WHAT ABOUT JYL (AND YOU). EVERYBODY BUT JYL HAS AMPLIFICATION.
MIC CORDS ARE SHORT, SO I HAVE TO BE CLOSE TO THE SCULPTURES. IT SEEMS TO HAVE BECOME CENTER STAGE ANYWAY.
IT LOOKED LIKE YOU WERE SETTING UP PLACES FOR THE AUDIENCE TO SIT.
IT'S REALLY BECOME A THREE-RINGED CIRCUS.
THE SCULPTURES MAKE PRETTY LOUD SOUNDS ON THEIR OWN.
So far, we white Anglo-Saxon Protestants have brooked no insults from the naked people in the showers of the Mitchell Building. I'm afraid of scaring the women, so I usually show my Dallas Observer article right off.
I'm all set up now. I built a Jacob's Ladder so that my taught power cord wouldn't trip anyone. It runs from the goat's skull to Radha-Krishna. I helped Jim move some things around and I'm tired! My space is pretty junky but it says a lot. My set-up would clutter it up anyway so I added a few icons here and there.
Back to listening quietly and drinking my water.
I started working again but that's all I'll do for a while. Chad's still at it.
The airplane's sound presses me hard against the concrete.
I turned Jim's speaker out 180 degrees to avoid feedback, bleed-over and to fill up the space.
The Campbell's can has taken on a new significance for me.
The shamans of Nepal often would construct miniature ladders by which their souls could ascend to the Heavens. The ladders also provided a shield against hostile spirits.
Ah, I see. Jim has deliberately hidden Greg Metz' DART sculpture.