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judih, many roads I've roamed...I'll bring you up to date soon. 


I'm damned glad to be here--almost didn't make it back.



No rockets, though.  You got me there.

I had that honor    right tasty morels they were, too.


I think I was still spacecrafter then...before I became pure space.



Good to see you too, man, and it's good to see so many familiar names.

Hey judih!


All my orbits eventually come back to spiritplants...life has moved me around, geographically and many other ways.


So glad to know you're well.

Thanks roach--I'm always lookin' up, so I didn't see it.

I hit the Donate button and got this:

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But maybe that's because I'm on an old laptop in the basement Sanctum where I run microXP.

I'll try it on my vanilla desktop later, see what happens and let you know.

Hey, I hate to come home empty-handed, but I couldn't find a link for donations.

Somebody hook me up?  Or should I wait for another funding drive?

Well I've been wandering long and low and Lo!...Spiritplants lives!  

Sooner or later, we all come home.  

It's good to see so many names, both familiar and new.  Some old school folks may recall me better as spacecrafter, way back, before I simplified myself.   :smoke2:

I'll be around.

Hey JR!

Checked in here just now listening to Neil Young's 1990 Ragged Glory...god I love that fuzzy garage funked sound!  

I don't know when/how he learned to make his guitar lope like a wolf, but it still works.  No wonder the indie kids love 'im, time after time.

Yeah, the whole physical dissolution thing sucks; my knees seem to be growing extra joints.  

I hope the boys in the lab are working on that  :idea:

Hey, JR--long time no interlocute

Seems to me, from my 60s recollections, that dominators and manipulators had way more trouble with acid than weed and wine.

In general, on average, I'd say acid was a force for moral good, given its tendency to sensitization and empathization (syllabic whew!).  Those, like Manson, who perverted its nature, depended on either dosage differentials (I witnessed that kind of attempt in multiple communes) or differing tolerances (trip every night for a week, and you hardly trip at all).

I'd say acid, in the organic frame of a community, is a (not force, but potentiating agent) for good.

Like way more people have been beaten up by drunks than acid heads.

Here in the Space Time Continuum, things remain groovy, life continues to rock.

Hair:  Thinner, grayer, nearing 57.

Heart:  Still pounding, still surviving rpm challenges  

Legs:  Of steel, thank you, lately hiking peaks of Scotlands Caingorm mts.

Mind:  So clear I can see yesterday and tomorrow alla time.  My teenage grandchildren begin to think there is more to gramps than meets the eye...

What more could I ask?

Good to see you back, Camel.  

Not that there's anything funny about your back...

I can't believe someone would say something like that to a kid.

I was a pill.
 :wink:

Heh.

I'll see your high school counselor and raise you a 5th grade teacher--the sainted and martyred Mrs. Elizabeth Montgomery, to be precise:

"You are a great big ball of short-circuited potential.  I don't know who to feel sorry for--you, or the world."

Definitely the world.  :twisted:

I am highly pleased to hear from you, Senor, mon semblable, mon frere.

About time you showed up, you tough old school hippie bastard.

Next time something unexpected happens to you, I'd appreciate some advance warning.

 

P.S.  Forget the punching--high hard kicks are why rednecks have balls.

Senor, my bones are cold.  Talk to me.

Thanks, JRL--those videos made my day on a day that needed making.

When I was in school, they gave me a tuba...

 

You could feel that tuba deep in your gut, though, and that was cool.