August 12, 2005

• Googletrip

  I had thought I might jump-start the memoir train with the last two blogs, but maybe not.

  After Doug gets up, we will probably work on the roof.  If we are
  both up to it, the job could be finished today.  Yesterday we
  cleaned the stovepipe and took off the top section of it in preparation
  for laying the last tarp, over the front section of the roof.

  A Xangan who pops in here occasionally after I’ve left a comment at his
  site, apparently reads the opening lines of the current day’s blog, and
  composes a comment based on that, was back a couple of days ago. 
  He says he doesn’t understand why I write about my past.  I’m glad
  he didn’t phrase that in the form of a question, or I  might feel
  obligated to answer it.  There are probably many things he doesn’t
  understand, and it’s not my job to enlighten him.  Maybe I should
  quit commenting on his blog, then he won’t feel obligated to come over
  here and comment on what he hasn’t read.

  benevolentMitch
  did read yesterday’s trashy blog and thought I was being unkind in my
  reference to Asshole Kathy.  Au contraire, Mitch, Kathy was a
  member of a “hippie commune,” one of the bands of psychedelic nomads
  that called themselves, “revolutionary families.”  Two such
  families that were around in the early 1970s were the sTp family and
  the Asshole Family.  The sTp’ers left distinctive graffiti
  wherever they went, tags that looked like the logo for the popular line
  of petroleum additives.  Their chosen name may have originated
  with the psychedelic drug of the same designation, one that generally
  provided more intense and longer-duration trips than LSD.

  This morning after I read Mitch’s comment, I sought out web references
  to the old revolutionary families.  I’ve not yet exhausted the
  search results I got.  Although I didn’t find anything specific to
  what I was looking for, I did find some interesting sites:

  A site devoted to graffiti and graf artists, 50mmLosAngeles, has an interview with the old fashioned hobo-type moniker artist Colossus of Roads.

  Then there’s, The Poop Report, your #1 source for your #2 business.  Google took me there via an article on cholera.

  An equally obscure and tangential connection to my desired results found for me The Alicia Patterson Foundation. 
  They give grants to journalists.  It was a 1972 winner’s article
  on Mexico that contained all my search terms, although with no two of
  them in the same paragraph.

  Finally, today’s word from Unity is Inner Peace.  It’s two words, but why quibble?

  Regardless of where I am or what is taking place in my life right now, there is a place where I can go and be at peace.

  In the silence of prayer, in the quietness of my soul, I let go of
  worries and fears and connect with the divine within me. Here is where
  I commune with God. With an unquestionable knowing, I understand that
  peace is mine, and I gratefully accept it.

  The peace of God calms me and lets me know that the worries in my mind
  and heart are temporary. My divine heritage is a peace-filled, joyous
  existence.

  In the quiet of my soul, I experience an inner
  peace, a peace that sees me through every experience of my life. In
  this quiet place, I commune with God and know true peace of mind and
  heart.
  

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