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  • cosmicbadger
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    I have no idea what you are on about Byrd, but I greatly appreciate your taste in breakfast preserves. That was always a favourite....somewhere I think I still have the 45.
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    Something more to consider...
    If this thing we call the Sun operates on a strict binary system using only zero and one, and we, with our base ten system continually answer with "two", would the Sun's binary system be capable of recognizing, or even noticing, our reply? It's entirely plausible that this Sun, star or worm hole may not even know we're here. If you think back to the story of Adam and Eve in the Garden we know that initially they had no knowledge of this thing we call evil and everything was either yes or no. But then this snake showed up and introduced a third factor into the program, which you might think of as "maybe", and the two systems were no longer able to talk to each other, something like trying to play a digital cd on a phonograph turntable - just can't seem to make that connection work and can't hear an intelligible sound within all the scratchy, annoying static. So it would appear that one system is in dire need of an upgrade, but the question is: Which one? The quantum computer solution introduces an uncertainty factor that could be problematic for something like running a train system, but entirely useful in something like music where you can throw in a note here and there that you find curious, just to see how it sounds. But in music, even though a particular note may not work in this current song at this particular time, it may well fit nicely when you hit the bridge, or start a new song. "It's not the Sun you're trying to find Something else is on your mind You need a little space in Time to breakaway..." Gerry Rafferty Peace, Byrd
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  • Byrd
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    Destination, seen unclearly...?
    If I were to select a target star, or some other light/energy producing entity other than the sun to link to in this Universe we perceive, it might be a pulsar, which seem to be the ones out there trying to attract the most attention, waving their ion flags back and forth as they do, kinda like a lighthouse beacon...warning of hidden rocks that lurk beneath the waves? Wonder if quasars are any more friendly? Someone once told me that Moses has been known to come riding upon one...spurs a jinglin', and all that kinda stuff... But then Gamma bursts are interesting too. Wonder what really happens when you get caught up in one of those outrageously high-energy beams...Scotty? The other advantage to the gamma choice is that these bursts apparently originate from beyond our Universe and, quite frankly, I don't trust a darn thing in this one. For all we truly know, gamma bursts could originate in worm holes and all we're actually seeing is a ricochet or a reflection. And then there's black holes, which may be nothing more than one-way street worm holes, requiring nothing more than a one-way ticket - which is the only kind I can imagine even considering when the train finally pulls out of this particularly derelict station. Wave that flag, wave it wide and high Summertime's done come and gone, bye, oh my.....! Byrd
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    the grateful dead.......................... absolutely lovin "ollin arageed"
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    firstly, thank you byrd. the act of reading your doctoral thesis on worm holes seems to have triggered a wonderful flashback that i am currently enjoying on this splendid friday night. secondly, and surely influenced by the first, i have been watching some of the olympics and am reminded of how incredibly dedicated these folks are and the possibilities of what the mind can teach the body to do and vice-versa. God bless the human spirit.......
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    This is a lot for anyone to absorb in a few short paragraphs... You might want to kick back and think about it awhile as well... Peace, Byrd
  • Byrd
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    So what would happen to music in 2D space?
    I don't know..so maybe I'll open up an old, tattered, dog-eared songbook, allow my cd player to align its laser to the rotating, encoded plane of plastic 90 degrees distant; sit down and strum across these curiously strung and tuned planes of my guitar strings...and think about it for awhile...
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    Doesn't get more free form than this....except in a worm hole...
    The Sun: Coronal Holes or Worm Holes? “July 26, 2012 was the first day in recorded human history that the sun failed to rise in the morning sky. Instead, what arose is what we now recognize as the event horizon of a worm hole.” 26 July 2012 Dear folks, I think I've discovered worm holes and have sent my thoughts along to the SDO, NASA and others. For a good picture of one to get you started any SDO image will suffice nicely but the AIA 094, 335, 193 is probably the best. I admit going a bit overboard in some parts because, as you might soon imagine, this remains a work in process, so please do carry through to the short proofs at the end. It's really not that long. Now my thoughts on the subject: After studying various images from the Solar Dynamics Observatory over the past few months, I've made the following observations that I've also sent to Dean Pesnell at the SDO, among others. My theory leans heavily on a rudimentary at best understanding of Leonard Susskind's theories on illusory, holographic 3D space, along with a healthy dose of Roddenberry's StarTrek TNG technology!. ------------------------------------------------------- Part I: Coronal Holes or Worm Holes? After studying multiple SDO single, composite and PFSS-enhanced wavelengths over the past few months, I've decided that it's more than obvious that the sun doesn't radiate in anything close to a uniform or constant 360 degree arc of heat or radiance, and that pathways may well exist along those magnetic arcs of lesser intensity that might be safely ridden and navigated, leading into and through what we now call coronal holes, but which are in actuality, worm holes. When we look at our sun, what we're witnessing is the event horizon of a worm hole. I suspect that what we now call solar maximum is, in actuality, the worm hole opening on our side more actively, hence the greater radiation as stuff comes through, while solar minimum is the opposite. It's always open both ways in either cycle though, because a worm hole could never fully open and close as in Star Trek - it must maintain connectivity, hence the coronal holes are the avenues as the worm hole's energy naturally pulses, vibrates or fluctuates like a guitar string. And for you string theorists out there, I highly suspect that these are the strings you’ve been trying to find. Here's one you might recognize: "No one gets any farther (to the father) except through the Sun." Remember that one? A simple instruction that has been morphed over time into something quite different. But perhaps there's more truth hidden in that sentence than we thought. And perhaps it points the way beyond here. Take a look at SDO images like AIA, 211, 193, 171 PFSS and bunches of others, and tell me what you think. With the right vehicle, or possibly even something like the correct mindset, I'll bet you a pint that we could ride those waves of magnetism and light straight through to whatever is on the other side. You can envision getting through with Susskind's theory of illusory holographic 3D space in mind and consider traversing the holes like Odysseus shooting the arrow through the eyelets, yet distance is quite different traversing a two-dimensional plane without depth as we perceive it normally. You might think of the eyelets as you would tabs on file folders: You shoot through the tabs, but all the 3D stuff is folded neatly within. That's the real Odyssey! -------------------------------------------------------------- Part II: How to Traverse a Coronal Worm Hole in A Few Easy Steps (This part gets a little SciFi, so please bear with me!) The problems of crossing large expanses of space have always been speed, distance, fuel, time, etc., but worm hole travel eliminates all of those factors. As I see it, the fundamental factors of concern for GTE light speed are magnetism, polarity and light itself - and stars are the primary source for all those things in this Universe. So to travel across space at or above the speed of light, you try to latch on to things already going that fast by literally aiming for the stars and going through rather around them. And as the Enterprise used inertial dampeners to compensate for inertia, our vessel's hull's magnetism will oscillate using a magnetic resonance polarity compensator - as soon as we invent it – that essentially mitigates Newton's First Law of Thermodynamics using magnetic polarity fluctuation/shifting, as the liquid interior of our ship sits quietly behind its magnetic shield without disturbance from the spinning glass: Kinda like the Earth now sits, apparently at idle speed for some unknown reason, inside its magnetic shield and surrounded by space being constantly buffeted by the solar winds from a "star"?! Kind of a curious predicament, wouldn't you say? But if we did actually need a mechanical ship, its inner hull would essentially be a huge gyroscope for stability, and so the outer hull could freely fluctuate as the ship glides along magnetic arcs, just as a sailing ship points as close into the wind as possible without capsizing - in our case, adjusting polarity instead of sails to fly either with or just off of the solar breeze. Similar technologies already exist at CERN with the LHC, and with the rail guns developed by the military. See below SDO image 30 July 2012: You would be entering the coronal worm hole at the speed of light, carried along a magnetic arc or squeezed through like a baseball pitching machine, and let light and magnetism propel you through, so mass-less, you won't burn up like Icarus. The added bonus is that the MRPC would provide what amounts to a force field requiring no internal power source against radiation and friction itself, as in Newton's water and glass experiment, which then becomes the mechanism for either latching onto or bouncing off light itself. And when you travel at light speed, mass as normally perceived has no mass at all - and this is where Susskind's theories, and Frank Herbert's imagination, take over nicely. Travelling from star to star at worm hole speeds(?) through 2D space(?) would be like folding space: Speed, mass, time, distance, even cold and heat, Einstein's entire universe and things like that, are 3D relative terms that have no real meaning inside a worm hole, or in 2D space, and the only time you would ever actually hit or almost exactly hit light speed is just prior to entering and the split nanosecond after leaving - probably less. So the ultimate goal is to literally aim for, and now through, the stars for the next slingshot to where ever you want to go, and you don't need any fuel because the energy is all around you. It would seem that perhaps that path we've been searching for has literally been lighted all along, while we have concerned ourselves with peering through, and groping through, the darkness. So perhaps it’s time we aimed for the stars instead… Hey, there’s one right there…What do you know? Ninety degrees to starboard sounds good to me! Port is for drinking! At least that's what SDO seems to show me...as I've thought it through so far... ------------------------------------------------------------------- Part III: Stars don't exist, but worm holes do. I'm here to demolish our classical conception of stars as singular entities floating nicely in three-dimensional space. Instead, what you're looking at when you look at a star is the business end of a worm hole, which can itself best be initially considered as you'd see it on a computer screen or paper - as two-dimensional representations on a thin film - a picture - a fiery StarGate, if you will, with exception forces at work. But that star as we perceive it is only three-dimensional because of gravitational forces such as lensing, exerted by and within the worm hole itself, which elongates or distorts what we perceive as spatial and material reality from our participant perspective. So we, who are also caught up in 3D Space due to our proximity, can literally fly 360 degrees around the sun and always perceive it as a round ball because that is the nature of 3D space in the area around a worm hole - we always experience and perceive depth - so 2D space is more akin to viewing this ultra-thin film with no real edge depth at all, as a flat paper held edge on: It's right there, but we just can't see it. This warped space within the influence boundaries of the worm hole may even be the only place where 3D space and Time, in its tic-toc state as we know it, exists at all. As such, our solar system might be envisioned in three dimensions as resembling a cut fiber optics cable with the sun in the center strand and the planets hanging on the ends of, say eight or nine cut fibers, with some frayed to represent the moons, while its two dimensional representation would look something like the original Pong video game, with nine little balls moving horizontally back and forth across this circle we call the sun. I Ching: "It furthers one to have somewhere to go." So again, stars don't exist, but worm holes do. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Part IV: The Proof Comet Lovejoy plunging "into" the sun - with hypervelocity subsequent eruption. There are more occurrences just like this one. Here is the evidence for my theories, which I believe to be correct. The impact and subsequent discharge are too close together for the extreme distances involved for there to be any other explanation http://spaceweather.com/images2011/14sep11/sundiver6.gif?PHPSESSID=60as… There are other comet strikes that show the same thing. ------------------------------------------------ Final Argument: It's long been known that the sun's interior is cooler than its exterior, but no one knew why. The reason is that what we perceive as the sun’s interior is actually a worm hole that dissipates the heat from what we call the corona, but what in truth is the event horizon of the worm hole which we perceive as a star, or the sun. -------------------------------------- In conclusion, if I were to try to describe our predicament (if we are indeed in one) in the most concise terms possible it would be this: We are essentially caught in the middle phases of a Heisenberg compensator operation - both material/spirit or corporeal/noncorporeal - and this thing we call the sun is that compensator. Matter would first be combobulated, then discombobulated (converted to photons) during passage, then recombobulated at the other end as it again enters 3D space. So where are we exactly? That's where the new quantum computer might just come in handy, because we're apparently in all three states (yes, no and maybe), or at least two of them (yes and no) simultaneously and kinda stuck here in limbo because of this curious thing called Time, which may only exist in its tic-toc state here in good ol' 3D Land, where we're sitting all combobulated (figuratively fat, dumb and happy), going around in apparent circles and waiting for the next phase - which may be no more than us finally figuring it out for ourselves. The stars may not have all literally fallen from the sky, but they have been left dangling by rather curious threads. Peace, Byrd P.S. In the Land of the Dark, the veil of the Sun is torn asunder by the Grateful Dead! ...ramble on Rose! C
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    Brother Byrd. Most intriguing and (wait for it...) enlightening. Can't help but wonder what Mickey might make of it all, given his dabblings with sonicification. One potential quirk, though. Since you hold that time is a dimension perceptible only in a 3D phase space, what happens to music in a 2D space. No time, no rhythm, no music. I may be antiquated in my thinking, but to me Time has always been the 4th dimension anyway. But I recognize that's a belief, not a fact.
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Happy friggin' 4th of July, folks, I hope everyone saw the new Through the Wormhole episode, "Can Our Minds be Hacked?", last night on the Science Channel. It pretty much details everything I've said over the last few days regarding our government mind control program which is headquartered in the multi-billion dollar top secret National Reconnaissance Office (NRO) building outside of Washington DC and was built without the vast majority of Congress knowing anything about it. See my comments below. Seems that the American people are the real targets of their reconnaissance, so at least they got the name right. You might also note that the White House, Pentagon, CIA and NSA are all completely shielded from this type of personal EMP. The Capitol can't be effectively shielded because of the open dome and just look at the mess that friggin' place has become - and now you know why. Finally, it should be noted that the Supreme Court is also not shielded, so all you need to do to get a split decision is tweak the polarity just so and viola: the conservatives all vote conservative, the liberals all vote liberal and the majority wins every time, irregardless of the merits of the issue at hand. And they don't even know it's happening. So what do you think of that, Scalia? Still in line with the Founding Father's intentions, or do you not know your own mind? Or was your mind, and everyone else's for that matter, really made up for you by some Air Force tech sergeant sitting at a computer console in Chantilly? Corporations are people - that was one of yours, I believe. Are you really that stupid? Good grief. What we really need exposed is anything Snowden might have related to psyops programs and actions our government uses not just against its own citizens, but anyone within range of our communications, be it internet, television or radio (Radio Free Europe? Voice of America?). That's the stuff they're really worried about. And once you do that, you'll see how it all ties in together into the most sinister totalitarian regime this world has ever seen. And then we Americans, like the Germans before us in 1945, will say, "But we didn't know." And they'll have both been right, but not for reasons of personal apathy or barbarism. Think on that, Merkel. It may well be that rather than not knowing, that the information or knowledge was simply suppressed through various psyops means so that it became inaccessible - a suspension of belief of sorts. It was, after all, the first war to make extensive use of radio and radar and they both interfere, at certain frequencies, with the bio-electrical computer and power plant we all share called the human brain. Their primary carrier is now microwave technology, the receivers for which most of you carry around all day in your personal cell...phones. And if you've ever seen people sitting around in public places looking at color charts as you'd find in a paint store, that's what they're doing. Certain colors, which are frequencies themselves, excite or suppress certain areas of the brain and that gives them their in: They're the programmers and hackers. You see the same things on television through pixel manipulation, which is a whole lot easier to do in the digital age than it ever was in the analog age, and can be tailored to be IP-specific, just for you and me. Peace. Byrd
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Among the many effects opium and its derivatives have on the human brain, schizophrenia is among the most sinister and it affects practically every junkie to one degree or another. It is this schizophrenia, or more specifically this bi-polarity, that provides a mental switch which can be used against us and it can be induced using very low, trace levels of the opiates to which each and every one of us has been exposed through one way or another. It's triggered through various methods including light shifts, color shifts and music itself, producing a left brain/right brain polarizing effect - essentially pitting one side of the mind against the other with no possibility of reconciliation because the common ground has been eliminated. This then becomes the trigger mechanism for war itself, as friend is easily pitted against friend, and our own mind is pitted against itself through what is basically a chemically induced bisection of the brain. Now it appears that geneticists have discovered how to cross certain specific traits or genes of the opium poppy with that of corn, producing a hybrid that can be used to basically saturate the entire population with this bi-polar characteristic, even in infants when consumed in something like baby food using creamed hybrid corn or soy-based infant formula. Probably explains the huge rise in autism, as you might well imagine the detrimental effects it would have on the newly-forming brain. They've pretty much completely monopolized corn production throughout our country and the Caribbean, and now have their sights set on Africa. Farmers are prohibited from using the seeds produced by their crops and always have to go back to Monsanto for the latest upgrade. They are prosecuted if caught planting seeds their own crops have produced and their crops are seized. This is how they do it…and this is how they got Jerry. The last time we saw each other at RFK in '95, and though he was three years younger than I am now, he looked 100 years old - which is actually odd for a junkie - and he seemed completely locked into chromatic mode playing - his left brain was playing against his right and the internal conflict, unseen by either himself or others, was essentially ripping him apart. He literally became his own worst enemy as it just wore him out, and as in all wars, both sides lost. It was also no accident or coincidence that he had access to the most potent heroin around, because he was pretty darn resilient when it came to drugs and it took a lot to co-opt his mind. Who knows what Jerry was really hearing himself play, but all I heard from him that night was a chromatic mish-mash of notes with whatever remained of his melodic skills locked or split somewhere inside. This is not science fiction. I wish it was, but it's not. The only good news I can give you is that it appears that those who use marijuana or have used psychedelics such as LSD, peyote or psilocybin seem to have some immunity from the effects - and that's why pot remains illegal while opium and its derivatives flood our streets. ..... Curious that it always seems to be fertilizer plants that blow up in America. Of course, anything powdery can explode if enough of it gets into the air during the mixing process and it comes into contact with a spark. Even things like refined white sugar, or even opium, can explode if you're not really careful. Again of course, you probably wouldn't want a lot of nosy FEMA investigators snooping around until you got everything cleaned up. And I guess you've also just got to wonder why something so explosive as fertilizer, which was reportedly used by McVie in the Oklahoma City bombing, wasn't under seriously heavy guard so terrorists couldn't get their hands on it for sinister purposes - as Bloomberg did with the sparklers in New York this year. And didn't we all feel safer knowing those sparklers were off the streets. Hmmm. I'm of two minds about this, as I'm sure we all are, but it will all come together. We all know our government would never do something like that, because even in minute doses, opium would tend to make people rather compliant and docile, don't you think? We all know how addictive sugar is all on its own(!?), as is concentrated high fructose corn syrup, and besides that, they'd have to go all the way to somewhere like Afghanistan to get that much opium and need a huge agricultural monopoly almost as big as something like Monsanto, to control and distribute it in secret if they really wanted full market saturation. Sure would be a lot easier if they could just splice the necessary poppy and corn traits or genes together into a hybrid. But then I do love science fiction, and I am absolutely certain that the dynastic powers that be in Texas have a good explanation for not immediately rushing all available assets to this poor West Texas town leveled by the explosion a few months back, else they'd just be beating the bushes to get it done. Can't wait to hear it. Guess I could always roll a stone over to that smiling Cheshire cat in the White House and ask him: "So come on, Brown Sugar. How come you taste so good?" Why don't cha tell me 'bout it. So I sent this straight to the White House. Peace to all, Byrd
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I hate Monsanto and opium corn. Go get'em! (Not intended as sarcasm)
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I'm in Nepal and the word here is that Monsanto is a bunch of international gangsters and is actively shadowing activists arrayed against them. No joke, if I'm hereing it here this is a world-wide thing! Wake up everybody, you're eating FrankenFood!
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I was in the midst of writing a story, when my protagonist wander into a casino. Before I knew it he was playing a Grateful Dead slot machine, which I did even know existed 'til I started writing about it, the rest is as follows: he was gazing, as if at God. I traced her glance to a slot called “The Golden Road”, featuring the Grateful Dead – since about the age of 9, Janis worshiped them. She had albums, tapes, cd, boatloads of bootlegs. She said they had over 2000 songs, I'm sure she had them all, several times over. She was still staring, and mumbling or singing – at an old geezer and his oxygen tank, both looking down on their luck. He looked straight at Janis, his body might have been old, but his he had the big blue eyes of a newborn. “Dime for a cup of coffee” he begged, offering an arthritic hand. What the hell. I pull one out of my pocket. As I passed it to Janis I noticed the portrait of Mercury on it. Shit, damn thing is worth more than ten cents. And so it was. Before I had time to retrieve it from Janis, she had passed it to the old man and he jammed it in the machine. Seconds later it had hit some kind of bonus – lights were flashing – “Truckin' got my chips cashed in” was booming from a tower of speakers and a pyramid flashed high above. This was apparently the Jerry bonus as his face flashed on the board, urging the man to “pick a pick” - five guitar picks presented themselves and the man pondered for a long time. “Left one, body left” yelled Janis, I had no idea what that meant, but the Geezer rubbed the left one with great vigor. Ding, Ding, Ding – the right choice! Advance to New York! “Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Now six guitars flashed for the old mans' approval “Right one” Janis urged “Mind right” The old man smashed his finger at the guitar like a DA accusing a murderer in a court of law. Louder bonging, again a winner, advance to Detroit, 6 bongs now appeared, numbers flashed an ever higher quantity, “BIG WIN”! A crowd was gathering, but Janis shone above them, and the old man put his arm around her. She squeezed in the little area between the man and the oxygen tank. “You are my oxygen” and offered a gnarled hand “August West” “Sugar Magnolia”, glad to meet you. The numbers kept rolling until they reached $300. The next bonus was $750. “Do you know what your choices are?” Asked Sugar Janis “Never got to this stage” croaked the old man, he was sweating and wheezing – “but I seen it done.” Two of them are straight-armed cops, and then jail bars slam down and you are busted, two of them show a danged consolation prize like fifty clams, two of them let you spin the wheel while the song “The Wheel” plays and the last gives you a chance at The Golden Road. They both broke into song “California, Prophet on the Golden Shore...” “At any rate I get to keep the three Franklins- plus whatever the wheel or consolation prize adds.” “OK, Sugar” the old man squeezed her butt “be my summer love in the spring, fall and winter” “I can make out with any man alive” and she planted a wet kiss on his lips. I'm sure this was all in the spirit of the moment and had something to do with whatever tone was in the air. Instinctively I moved closer. The crowd did too. A little too close, there were two dramas playing out here. More people joined in – the oxygen tank tilted and the old man had to grab his mouthpiece to keep it from flinging into the crowd. In unison August and Janis turned and said “OK, everybody, take a step back” And they did! What was going on! Did they practice this? I felt like I was a foreign church, everyone knew when the “Amen” or “as it is in Heaven, O Lord” or whatever trick phrases come up, except me. Now that the crowd has backed off I sidled next to Sugar/Janis. “What's going on here” “Quiet, we are playing for real money and don't worry” she turned and whispered “Sugar Magnolia is a lesbian”. If she wanted to shut me up that really did it. Did she mean she was a lesbian, were the rumors about Donna Rudolph and her true? If you lose your virginity to a dyke, does it count? Meanwhile, the crowd was making various suggestions. Sugar & August were huddled, I leaned closer to catch their whispers. “I'm getting no real feeling on this” “Think” urged the man “this could change my life, like that kid who won the lottery” O, boy- what did he know? “How do you know it was a kid” asked Janis “Everyone knows his picture is all over the place- must be in hiding” Yipes! I'm doomed. “Forget that, Sugar” the old man drew her closer “Pay my ticket” “Trouble ahead, Trouble behind” she sang “It's the one in the middle. And so, it was – the crowd went nuts and we move to the Golden Road, prize $1 million. “Man, this is going to be a tough nut to crack” said the a semi-bald pony-tailed biker. His stomach was 3 feet closer to me than his mouth, and getting closer. He had a wife-beater tshirt with a hand-made design. A skull with a lightning bolt zagged across a red forehead, and below it said “Steal You Bike”. He was working his mobile devise, his sausage fingers were somehow pecking out a message on a postage stamp size keyboard.
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This is a question as a young dead head. What am i too do i can never see the grateful dead live, but they are my favorite band ever. I wear a grateful dead shirt every single day and a have a good amount of cds, i want to claim that im a dead head but dont feel i can just cause ive never even seen a show. ive been trying to see them but they never come near me. so can i claim being a dead head? also how can i handle being in a world were i can never seee my favorite band?
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I'd say if you consider yourself a Dead Head, so you are. And we may already be at the point where there are more Dead Heads who never saw Jerry than those who did. So you're in fine company.
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That description fits me just beautifully. I never saw the Dead but was privileged to see 'Further' at the Red Rocks last year. It was cool, the vibe was great, and it was fun just to be a part of it. With the Dead, when you listen to them, you feel you can just lay your heart right on the line with them. Sometimes when I catch a little 'space' I listen to the dead and know they are companions that have been right there with me. It feels like home. It feels good.
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I always believed the dead were a state of mind or a philosophy in away, they held the lens up for us to look through and experience. A constantly evolving organism. I was lucky enough to start catching them in the early 80's thanks to a friends brother and it was just the thing I was missing in my life. I somehow knew or sensed they or "something "was out there, much like you, but didn't know we're or how to look for it...at the time I started seeing them the older heads were telling me "it's changed". It's not like it use to be. True but the only constant In the universe is change and you can still experience the mind altering music they made as well as the state of mind. I'm really really glad to see a new generation enjoy the rare gem that is the Grateful Dead. If you need any tips and/ or direction with regards to the trail your on, you only need ask. Strangers stopping strangers...
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Ossau Iraty - using sheep's milk from the Basque region of France. Quite sweet and fruity. Petit Reblochon - rind-washed, made from raw cow's milk. Rather nutty, lovely and smooth. Chaource - deliciously soft and creamy, using unpasteurized cow's milk. Cylindrical pleasure. Shropshire Blue - mildly spicy, slightly yeasty, from a traditional animal rennet. A simple joy.
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"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." -G.K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions
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One from every year might be interesting. It could happen...
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Actually, I think the first set of 5/7/77 was just one long tuning session with a few songs thrown in for good measure./K
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Went running in a nearby national park this a.m. and the scene from afar was breathtaking: below 500', fall foliage in driving snow; above that clearly demarcated elevation, everything covered in a solid white applique of snow and ice, with the ridge invisible under mist and likely heavier snowfall. Anyway, pup and I ran an eerily quiet forest floor along the base and small foothills for almost a couple hours, though I only know this because I pulled the earplugs once while the terrier stood at stiff attention facing ???, otherwise, I was transported 3rd row, center with a raucous crowd at the Fillmore East on 2/27-28/70 listening to Alvin and the boys of 10 Years After...WOOT!/K
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So how exactly does one go about engineering a complete shift in political mindset resulting in a swath of otherwise sensible people across an entire nation voting and acting directly counter to their own self-interests and better judgment? Well, let's see...You begin by introducing a new virus into the genome and let it do its nasty work. Something like Ebola: everyone now has it, but it's only toxic to some whose systems, like a computer, can't handle the upgrade, in which case it's deadly as the body's systems all crash. They then, most insidiously, become the basis for the fear campaign, leaving everyone susceptible literally seeing nothing but red. It's social engineering on the genetic level, coupled with psychological manipulation via things like radio, television and internet sites like Facebook to broadcast incessant repetition combined with color saturation, resulting in the complete suspension of reason which they purposely short-circuit and replace with irrational fear. Zuckerwhateverthefuck has been running the tests via Facebook for the Pentagon for a couple of years and you now see the results: The map turned from blue to red in a viral fashion...exactly as planned...just like a military operation. This election, as such, represents not the free will of the people, but rather the planting, extraction and exploitation of programmed responses on both national and state levels, employing American military electronic, biological and psychological warfare tactics and assets against the American people. The election was never in doubt for the PsyOps guys with the Joint Chiefs of Staff in the National Military Command Center - Election Ops Central - as the tables are now set with all the maniacal warhawk players required for the ground war they so desperately desire in the Middle East. And that's how it's done: Zombie Apocalypse Election 101 – and yes, there will be a test. Perhaps one of those Koch suckers will tell me if I left anything out, considering they financed the entire operation and publicly spread all their green around for no other reason than to leave even diehard liberals seeing red too. And after the election, all the colors, even on FOX, return to blue and the tension levels diminish as the lower frequencies of the final blue wave soothes the beast that has just been unknowingly savaged; the major networks are now running all blue scenes and news; FOX has ceased its incessant red and yellow NEWS PANIC ALERT, keeping their brain-and-soul-dead viewers in a constant red state of panic and paranoia, and has switched from red to blue body suits for the hookers and pimps it calls commentators; victims issues are being resolved rather than created, and even Mother Jones is running all blue. Finally, and every-day-miraculously I might add, the last Ebola victim has been cleared and you're not going to die in your beds (per Sen. Lindsey Graham) from ISIS because our children are going to die fighting the enemy they've created for themselves of ISIS in the Middle East. Hell, like Bush, they might even get to try their hands completing construction on the new Babylon we've been promised will usher in either a new era of peace for all mankind or a slew of non-competitive contracts for Halliburton. Hell of a choice. So there you have it folks. Welcome to Bullshit Amerika. (Never Trust a Clown on a Bike) Byrd
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Enjoying that dragging the cursor over the site's section headers makes the number of days wiggle. Little things...
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Shame such an eclectic collection of healthy paranoia, amour pour le fromage, cryptic wisdom, and intermittent flow of Randall's illuminative consciousness should suffer this lengthy lapse! As the usual suspects hose down the new release thread with testosterone, the dead.net backwater offers welcome reprieve. Though all in for 30 Trips, and show #31 via DaP 16, I confess to not having listened to a note-o'-Dead since early August. But, "new" discoveries have been plentiful: As mentioned on The Eleven, I've become aware of this obscure group called The Beatles. Huh. Who knew? After acquiring the '09 stereo box - and listening thrice longitudinally with numerous additional visits to Abbey Rd., Revolver & MMT - I am increasingly struck by not only the prodigious work product over such a (relatively) short period, but the quantum evolution of musicianship, lyricism, and production; I begin to appreciate the profound attachment those who matured alongside the band during their formative (impressionable) years now feel. Enough for now, yet I've not even touched on billionaires, the undead, Citizens United or their potential collective impact on the 2016 election cycle! "Fresh. So Fresh." (just for you RL!)/peace, K
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Interesting thoughts, what is your take on the next election?
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...not on the UPS My Choice radar..."and the waaaaiiiiting is the hardest part..."/K
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Testosterone hoses. How wise you avoid such thread. Navigating cock forest terrain is a tedious exercise. Recline instead amongst the artisan mould. Auscultate. Are you sitting comfortably? Then i'll begin. "So young it knows no maturing. So fresh it's yet to be born." RL
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My parents are trying to have me sent away instead of being with the man I love. I am 36 years old. I just want what everyone else wants to be married and have a family of my own. My Mother and Father and mentally ill and should be locked up in a mental health facilty until they can learn how to treat their (grown-up) children. thanks.
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Good morning rockers!!!! As many of you may or may not know, I am a bit of a “1971 Dead fanatic”. I have taken on a slightly ambitious project, documenting all 1971 Dead shows, the end result of which I hope will combine numerous “facts/factoids” about shows with recollections of folks who actually attended Dead shows in 1971. In order to accomplish this, I need the help of the Dead fan community. ALL contributions will be properly and specifically credited. If you attended ANY shows in 1971 and have ANY recollections to share, PLEASE consider participating. Please PM me for details. While of course I’m happy to hear from anybody who attended “classic 71 shows” such as Port Chester, Fillmore East, Harding Theater, Felt Forum, etc., I’m particularly interested in hearing from folks who may have attended lesser known, “out of the way” shows, such as: 1/21/71 Davis 1/22/71 Lane Community College 3/5/71 Oakland 4/14/71 Bucknell 4/18/71 Cortland 6/21/71 Chateau d’Herouville 8/4/71 Terminal Island 10/19/71 Northrop Auditorium 11/11/71 Atlanta 11/17/71 Albuquerque In addition, if ANYBODY out there has “paper ephemera” related to 1971 shows, Please consider participating. I’m looking especially for: Newspaper/print media articles Show posters/handbills Ticket stubs Photographs Thanks in advance to all who participate and contribute! Rock on, Doc Gillespie
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"Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart (But The Very Next Day You Took It To Record And Tape Exchange)"
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I know my poem was pushing my product, and the last stanza was added after the death of my father this past Fall because of a Ripple I thought too powerful to ignore. Many would find the poem more secularly appealing if you change the 1st line, 3rd stanza to "...not a peek at God" and drop the last stanza completely. Now before I take respite and let you get back to pushing your prod, which seems near infinite, I have one question for you, which you can take as rhetorical or not. Did you really dig the Dead or just find a safe house where you could spread your cred?
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... you've lost me. check your messages.
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it IS the freeform thread...
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Did she die? I myself am aged, fairly fit, and suffer from no eating disorder. No worries, I take no offense and rather enjoy it ... wait am I reading more into this than intended?
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Inscrypted in a rock near Plymouth, circa 1666, not far from the site of the yet to be fought," Battle of Balderdash": " You have to be Wicked Smart to take on the Naughty Dead." Just letting you know I have a sense of humor, albeit undeveloped, when not enveloped in vanity.
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is an old acquaintance of mine, whether I like it or not. Sorry to read of your father's death, Orian.
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Thanks, about my dad. But, really the last two posts, I was just trying to be clever.
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Hey, slo, I think we may be distantly related. My real name is Cole Slaw. I bet you guys wish I had stayed in poetry.
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For what it's worth, Orian, I enjoy your poetry, but I've also discovered some wonderful poets which I had no idea existed thanks to entries from others. (I'll never be mistaken for a wordsmith, so I usually post poetry that I find interesting). ....something I remind myself of often: Be yourself, but let others be themselves :-)