Grateful Dead

welcome back boo boo buddy.... didn't miss much.... Was in Albequerque, Santa Fe and Taos last November ...love the piñon ...ordered mass quantities of piñon incense thru Amazon...burn it daily...soothes the soul and calms the savage beast....in all of us.... Coffee in on.... btw Mr. Mayor is making me nervous...up pacing all night...restless leg syndrome I guess....no more caffeine for you Klang....

Marye, That is a very good thought about meeting for the break at the Rex Foundation table. Quality and quantity! I'm planning on making the Klang and the Klangstones show from 3-5 p.m., unless I end up going to the Giants-Rockies game. Keep you all posted and thanks for creating fun options!

it's a good thing. Hope they have some at Levi's.

So glad you could join us...help yourself to the coffee...have a grate day!

It might also be possible, in addition, to meet amid the chaos at the Rex table inside the venue at the set break (there's supposed to be a raft of charity tables, but I don't know the layout yet) or some other obvious and reasonably accessible location. Not the same as hanging out at a fine watering hole, but perhaps a second chance for those who fall victim to logistics and other hassles.

Klang, what is the secret hand signal to identify SDers in SC? Liking the prose. It paints pictures in mind and transports like Jerry did through music.

reminded me of Carrol: ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” He chortled in his joy. ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

been off the bus for a spell, need some spiritual sport, stopped by camp howdy, out amongst the pinyon (sp?) pines and the cacti. Some big dude with animal skins on and the most bloodshot eyes I've ever seen trying to get a plane off the ground. Wore the LLbean sandals with the little nubs to open up the chi, mind you. Carl Jung and BF were there as well, said they were fed up with siggy and needed sleep.Don't worry rrrrgrrrr, all will be revealed soon, very soon...... pass the joe please, always hard coming back to the mines.

SC meet was tentatively scheduled for approx. 3PM. Not an official time yet, and MaryE has been notified. She didn't think she would be there until 5PM. I was thinking the meet would probably go from approx. 3-5PM. People can come earlier or later depending on when they arrive, get checked in and whatnot. It's a very casual meet-up.

The tide is high but I'm holding on.... Hold on campers and fasten your seat belts ....Sailing the seas of cheese ain't as easy as I thought it would be....the tempest at Stinson Beach is about to be felt nationwide...Thanks for maintaining those sails and rails Totes, you musta been a boy scout .... Btw the dead50.net blurb from yesterday reminded me of Yeats... Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. The preceding cultural segment was brought to you by the cloudcover engulfing the southern regions of my mental heath... I miss Ornette Coleman.... Song X what an album