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This just in from our costa rica correspondent – MW

Howdy Folks

So, here goes a little game of catch up from the past plant/spiritual retreat i participated in. This actually will not be so little, so feel free to skip and/or skim as you will. This has been simply one of the most profound experiences of my whole life. Therefore, i feel compelled to write at length in order to try and encompass at least a good portion of who and what has made it so special. This has been a considerable labor of love for those of you who are interested and for myself as well. (more…)

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at this moment i am in the middle of buying a plane ticket for a good friend who is travelling from denver to help with a show next month, and i come the meal preference part of the ticket form, and i pull down the menu, and lo and behold, in this day and age of $7 sandwiches and $2 water on airplanes, i get to choose from an array of cuisines! diabetic, vegetarian, vegan, low-sodium, kosher, and muslim. hmmmm… shouldn’t that be halal? which reminds me that today, while sitting at the counter of our classiest local coffee shop, the metro, and being served by a deliciously ambisexual barrista, i picked up part of a stack of some kind of trivial pursuit cards for foodies, and about the fourth one down referred to the halal and kosher (same part of the world, same cuisine) requirement that animals be slaughtered by having their throats cut while conscious… that kind of made an impression. but anyways, i digress; there was the pull down menu, and it was all i could do to resist the temptation to sign my polish friend up for a muslim meal. at that point, all he has to do is pull out a cell phone, and it’s all over. but after some deliberation, i chose no preference, as that would be his choice i think. myself, i’ve chosen hindu when i’m offered, in the faint hope that someday i’ll be served a passable curry while riding in a 757.

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a small bilateral account of a trip to nyc – october 1, 2004

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leaving sarasota 10am on 24 hours notice for new york on jet blue, which turned out to be a marvelous airline. driving up to tampa with steve and zan. steve having just come off of a 6pm to 7am shift inspecting truckfulls of hurricane debris. we got ourselves seated together and straggled onto the plane where we promptly fell asleep with our heads on each others shoulders. here’s how my schedule ended up:

thursday 3am decide to go- fall asleep -thursday 6am wake up, realize i fell asleep in the middle of buying tickets. buy tickets. friday 3am finish off everything essential, go to sleep – friday 8am wake up, pack, and breakfast by neal – friday 10am drive to tampa airport – friday 12 pm take off – 2:30 arrive at JFK get on train – 4:30 arrive at tam’s in west harlem – have a drink and lay about for an hour – 6pm taxi to alex grays gallery for dinner – 6am (!) leave gallery, home to sleep – 1pm up for coffee and meditation – 3:30pm breakfast (very slowly) at central american restaurant – 4-6 make our way to st marks in the east village – meetup – bar – gallery – aprils house – dinner – second gallery – funk band – sunday 2:30am sleep – sunday 6am up for the airport – home

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the trip to nyc was intense and incredible. forty hours, one maps benefit at alex greys place (6pm-6am), two art openings, three bands, four djs, five restaurants, six drinks, and seven hours of sleep. otherwise uneventful. meanwhile having a very intensely emotional inner life experience, and walking all over town, running into alisdair by chance on the street, and then two blocks later, dara. napping on a pillow in front of a huge alex grey dmt vision, preventing a drunk kate chapman from heading out the door into the streets of manhattan with a borrowed micro toy doberman (live) wearing a pink dress, and generally more stuff than i could take in all at once. my one good deed was spotting valerie, who did most all the organizing for an event that in rick’s inimitable style ballooned from 50 people for dinner and speeches to 250 for dinner, speeches, and dancing till dawn, in the two days prior, about 10pm sitting in a kind of fetal position against the hallway wall staring blankly at the heat death of the universe or something. i took her hand and said “don’t look to either side, don’t talk to anyone – follow me…”, grabbed zan, and got her onto a table, zan eased her body, i washed her feet with hot towels, and in fifteen minutes we transported her to her own party. 5 points for matthew and zan.

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