SATURDAY, MAY 22, 2004
I was going to Oakridge up in the hills east of here for some reason and stopped at a motel. I went in and put some stuff in the room, including my digital camera which I put on a chair. I went back to the car to get more stuff and when I got back in the room I saw the camera was gone. I rushed outside and a guy was hoofing across the graveled parking lot with my camera slung over his shoulder. I yelled at him but when he didn't stop I picked up a stone and threw it at him and hit him in the back. He ran and got in his car and came peeling around toward me so I picked up a big rock lining the drive and threw it right through his windshield. The car plowed into a telephone pole. I ran over and yanked open the door and got my camera. The rock was sitting in the guy's lap. Remembering everything I'd read from detective novels I got out my hanky and wiped the rock clean of fingerprints and dropped it back in his lap.
No sense in staying around there. I left in my car and my two year old grand daughter was with me and she was talking up a storm saying, "My daddy has a car just like this," crawling all over me and the front seat. On that happy note I woke up and went in to the kitchen to make coffee. SATURDAY, MAY 15, 2004 BE AWARE THE IDES OF MAY
Hi Capn!! I saw this in the daily news: Counterculture icon Wavy Gravy is 68!! I spoze you knew that anyway? So, Happy Birthday to Wavy, the Clown Prince of the Hippy's!!!!!!
National Dance Like a Chicken Day.
In honor of today being the above sacred holiday. I donned a latex glove on my head and proceeded to do the Funky Chicken into our departmental staff meeting. My boss said I was a turkey, which made me feel fowl. Oh well You can lead a horse to water but a pencil must be lead. Reporting live from the woods, back to you Cap'n.
-- Wingman Nalaflow
"On this same fifteenth of May, a Saturday if I remember but in any event just forty days before the Flood, Noah's grand-daughter Ceasoir came to Ireland with fifty maidens and three men. They landed I believe at Dun-na-Mbarc in the County Cork; she was the first person that ever set foot on an Irish strand, and she was buried at Carn Ceasra in Connaught, beside which I have often sat, watching the blue hares run."
"You astonish me, Stephen; I am amazed. So the Irish are really Jews?"
"Not at all. Caesoir's father was a Greek. And in any case they were all drowned in the Flood. It was not for close on three hundred years more that Partholan arrived."
-- Patrick O'Brian, The Thirteen Gun Salute
Chauffeur Injures Spector with Jaw
When police arrived at Spector's home Friday, they found the "Wall of Sound" innovator and the chauffeur out front, waiting for authorities. The two reported having coming to blows "over business relationships" and requested the other be arrested. Police obliged. The men were taken into custody at 12:48 p.m.
Spector, 63, complained of a minor injury to his right hand; the chauffeur, to his jaw. Both were treated at the scene.
-- Airy Ace WEDNESDAY, MAY 12, 2004
If the words "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness" don't include the right to experiment with your own consciousness, then the Declaration of Independence isn't worth the hemp it was written on.
-- Terence McKenna
A certain knight, named Gilbert, after a long and unremitting anguish lasting three years, and the most extreme pains as of a woman in labour, at length gave birth to a calf. This event was witnessed by a great company of onlookers. Perhaps it was a portent of some extraordinary calamity yet to come. But more probably it was the punishment exacted from some unnatural vice.
-- Gerald of Wales, 1188
1. Grab a calculator. (you won't be able to do
this one in your head)
2. Key in the first three digits of your phone
number (NOT the area code)
3. Multiply by 80
4. Add 1
5. Multiply by 250
6. Add the last 4 digits of your phone number
7. Add the last 4 digits of your phone number
8. Subtract 250
9. Divide number by 2
Do you recognize ????? FRIDAY, MAY 14, 2004
These email spams for Viagra are getting wilder and weirder. They come in by the zillions. Here's a doozy:
that to off with made what's happily-ever-after, are painful words your thoughts in love once through this say of a lot and then to silence but don't flower me, make me nice make me me happy is the flower that broke me up and I couldn't walk for a day until five when sure you took me from behind but me with a rotten her on top of you the other I to my you and I barely know your bed, not your fault to expect a time conviction, you'd have told me and so would mom, sweet, thinking, thought all through. But I wasn't ruined and thrown off of you believe me when I say that you even suprised Dad with responses that I could ever be and then to leave us together sometimes you hear long ago I put out and even then I had hopes I often had hopes.
Life is a tail, bit by an idiot, full of barks and scratches, signifying fleas.
Stephen said nothing either for a while, but then observed, "Pudding. Sure, it starts with pudding or marchpane; then it is the toss of a coin which fails first, your hair or your teeth, your eyes or your ears; then comes impotence, for age gelds a man without hope or reprieve, saving him a mort of anguish."
-- Patrick O'Brian, The Truelove
Women who wish to dream of their future husbands should go after sunset to a bank on which the yarrow grows plentifully, and gather therefrom nine sprigs of the plant, repeating:
"Good morrow, good morrow, fair yarrow
And thrce good morrow to thee
Come tell me before to-morrow
Who my true love shall be."
The yarrow is brought home, put into the right-foot stocking, placed under the pillow, and the mystic dream is confidently expected. But if the girl opens her lips to speak after she has pulled the yarrow, the charm is broken.
TUESDAY, MAY 4, 2004 5/4/70 Tin soldiers and Nixon comin'
We're finally on our own
This summer I heard the drummin'
Four dead in Ohio
-- Neil Young
Read your bit on Notion, reminded me of a meeting with PN a few years ago at the Portland Grand Prix Indy car race (he still owns a share of a race team, and some friends of mine work for him). I reminded PN of our race on the coast, as recounted in Skyp Club report; his response, with a wry grin: "Let's not mention our youthful indiscretions!"
How's it going Capn? Was wondering if you could give me a hand or at least point me in the right direction. I'm in a movie club with about 10 people. We get together once a month for a potluck and a movie review/discussion. It's my pick and I picked Notion. I've always had many questions about Kesey's involvement, or lack of, in the movie project.
Is there anything that you're aware of that Kesey wrote about his experience? Any insights would be very much appreciated. Always wondered if he was approached about doing the screenplay, advising in some manner, or even being in the movie. I've been fascinated forever about, for me, the unmistakable thread through Neal Cassady's looks and actions and Paul Newman's looks and the characters he created.
Also with his charity work, and his substantial contribution to Ken's memorial, he's always come across as quite a guy to me. My understanding is that it was Paul Newman's first directing effort, and that he wasn't at the helm to begin with, but took over after the filming began. Any insights into that? Do you recall any direct contact between them, any one on one interaction?
-- Skypilot 39 Jack
I can say truthfully I played pool with Paul Newman in the tavern where henry fonda is flailing around with his arm in a cast; between takes, of course. Kesey and I and George Walker went over there to visit the set; we started out on the logging landing and then George raced Newman down the hill; george in his lotus, newman in his corvette; newman tricked george for a minute by telling pal to ride with george and while the pal was getting in, newman took off and george couldn't pass him on the curves.
we had a pleasant time in the tavern. newman is a genial friendly sharp guy and he and kesey really hit it off and became friends and whenever kesey and his wife were in madhattan they would get together with the newmans.
kesey didn't work on the script for notion. he also went over there when they were filming the scene in a tank of the log rolling on joe ben. kesey said they drank a whole case of scotch during the night it took to film the scene and you couldn't even tell they had been drinking. it was the guys in the film drinking, not kesey.
I like the movie a lot. think the logging scenes are super.
capn of the skyp
MONDAY, MAY 3, 2004
"The Vietnamese must see Americans as strange liberators . . . a time comes when silence is betrayal . . . we must speak with all the humility that is appropriate to our limited vision, but we must speak . . ."
-- Martin Luther King, from a speech, Beyond Vietnam, 1967
SATURDAY, MAY 1, 2004
May day, mayday, mayday, from the French, mais deux, help me, God, or something like that, ring around the maypole, parades in Lenin Square, song and dance to the tune of, Hooray, hooray, the first of May, outdoor screwing starts today.
FRIDAY, APRIL 30, 2004
Ending the month with a swirl of activity, I played the McDonald Theater in Eugene last night along with the Everyone Orchestra.
dusting off the Neal one man show?
No, instead I pasted together some
writings I perused quickly and
read those interspersed with my
trombone and I lit a smoke bomb
and dropped it down the bell of
the trombone to spew out smoke
but when I blew my first note
it squelched the smoke and the
bomb fell out on the floor and
sulked while the crowd laughed
Wingman Nalaflow (see below) reports submissions for the Skypilotclub directory have been coming in. Keep it up. Once you get it up.
Drinking Alone By Moonlight
A cup of wine, under the flowering trees;
I drink alone, for no friend is near.
Raising my cup I beckon the bright moon,
For he, with my shadow, will make three men.
The moon, alas, is no drinker of wine;
Listless, my shadow creeps about at my side.
Yet with the moon as friend and the shadow as slave
I must make merry before the Spring is spent.
To the songs I sing the moon flickers her beams;
In the dance I weave my shadow tangles and breaks.
While we were sober, three shared the fun;
Now we are drunk, each goes his way.
May we long share our odd, inanimate feast,
And meet at last on the Cloudy River of the sky.
Li Po 701-762
Didn't Li Po fall out of his canoe, drunk, and drown??? A cautionary tale.
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