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Nectarines for breakfast (with cool whip and pound cake but hey...)

  In the 70's CoEvolution Quarterly stood as the child of The Whole Earth Catalog. The Whole Earth Catalog was the hippie 'tool' catalog (think Google not Sears Roebucks catalog) much as the Pope is just another Catholic. While the Catalog had reviews and some conversational tidbits the Quarterly was the inverse. Essentially, the hippies of the 60's had bought the 'tools' and wanted to talk about using them, what they had found out, and what they were looking towards doing with them. The Quarterly and the Catalog were the progenitors of what I consider to be some of the most interesting niches of modern study. You didn't have to be sitting in an outhouse in Vermont to find them fascinating.   The music is from the Wayback machine landing me in the same time period as the Catalog and Quarterly. It's a mix of Paul Simon, Van Morrison, and starts with Crosby Stills & Nash  Suite: Judy Blue Eyes     Like seeds in a garden the ideas and experiences chr...

A Wizard a Prophet and a Giant walk into a bar

Read any good books lately? That's the way Dick used to open the Friday Morning Breakfast Club. I became a member of this wonderful little group, as everyone did, by showing up. My first visit was as the driver for Karl Hess who was their speaker on that particular Friday. I knew nothing about Karl Hess at the time and didn't have a clue that I was blithely ignoring a man with a deeply interesting life and simply trying to keep my just off shift bartender eyes open and on the road. I think I was invited to be the driver for Mr Hess both because Mary Margret his hostess had a thing for me and the local Libertarians weren't known for having running cars. (mine was a Mustang II - which was a name Ford had slapped on a car that became the Pinto so....)  The Friday Morning Breakfast Club was a salon in the French tradition mixed with a TED talk. I was a bartender at a strip club and not exactly stretching my brain. A cup of coffee and listening to Karl inspired me to come back...