MONDAY, JANUARY 21, 2002
Since Kesey died the lawyers have stepped in and now say we have to keep track of who pays and who doesn't. Ooh, me, whatever happened to the honor system? The answer is, there is no honor among thieves.
And just to show you how serious Phil
is about keeping track, there he is bent over the computer list,
checking off the checks with a check mark by the name.
Check? Check.
message:
If you are a time traveler or alien
disguised as human and or have the technology to travel physically
through time I need your help!
My life has been severely tampered with and
cursed!!
I have suffered tremendously and am now dying!
I need to be able to:
Travel back in time.
Rewind my life including my age back to 4.
Be able to remember what I know now so that I can prevent my life from being tampered with again after I go back.
I am in very great danger and need this immediately!
I am aware that
there are many types of time travel, and that humans do not do
well through certain types.
I need as close to temporal reversion as possible,
as safely as possible. To be able to rewind the hands of time
in such a way that the universe of now will cease to exist.
I know that there are some very powerful people out there with
alien or government equipment capable of doing just that.
If you can help me I will pay for your teleport or trip down here, Along with hotel stay, food and all expenses. I will pay top dollar for the equipment. Proof must be provided.
Also if you are
one of the very few beings with the ability to edit the universe
PLEASE REPLY!!!
Only if you have this technology and can help me please send me a (SEPARATE) email to:
Robby0809@aol.com
Please do not reply if you're an evil alien!
Thanks
From: "rosegarden califlower" <rosegardenc@hotmail.com>
My name is Jessika (AKA Rosegarden) My mother Regumbah lives in Laguna Beach and her dear friend Sadqig is from Afghanistan, he is taking supplies, and money to the families.
It's winter and its VERY cold in Afghanistan, and the people need the most simple of things. Skin creams, lip salve, cold medications, money for blankets (blankets cost 3.00 each easier bought there than packaged and shipped).
1225 Roosevelt Lane
Laguna Beach CA 92651
Intrepid Trips is kicking in fifty bucks today and more later when everyone pays for their vidies and CDs.
Hello - I'm unsure whether you'll be able
to help me - I hope so. I'm working on a paper for Government
class on the MK Ultra CIA Mind Control Program...and I heard
that you were involved in it. So I was hoping that you might
be able to give me some info on the subject, or possibly give
me some direction for my research. Thanks!
Olga
Olga--
Ginzberg complained for decades
that the CIA was behind the
drug experiments. Nobody believed
him until 30 or so years later
when the files were opened. The
news strengthened my belief in
spirits:
"Hey you noticed them Americans
down there. They are on the verge
of squaring up completely."
"Maybe we oughta send them a
little elixer to lubricate their
minds."
"My thinking completely. Who do
you suppose we could get to do it."
A pause. Then a giggle. "Let's
get the CIA to do it."
The giggle turns to happy laughter,
and backslapping in the clouds.
--K
MONDAY, JANUARY 7, 2001
In about Sep - Dec 1965, there was a front page article in the
Palo Alto Times Tribune about a drug-bust at the house in La
Honda. It showed a photo of the toilet seat raised up with a
caption describing how the Pranksters just flushed the toilet
as the police arrived.
"We were editing the bus movie when the cops raided the place. kesey ran to the toilet and was hunched over it, supposedly barfing. I had taken a moment to turn off the film editor and when I got into the bathroom, Willy Wong, the DEA agent who orchestrated the bust, was trying to pull Kesey off the toilet. I pulled Willy Wong off Kesey and pushed him into the bathtub where Page Browing was taking a bath, quite surprised I might add at the turn of events. During the ensuing chaos a cop busted the bathroom window with his pistol and waved it around. Willy Wong came spluttering out of the tub waving a ripped piece of paper: the search warrant. We were soon all handcuffed and moping around the living room while thirteen cops searched the place. Page wasn't moping. He was dripping."
-- ken babbs
THURSDAY, NOV. 8, 2001
There's been
a whole bunch of stuff about September 11th swirling around the
email and internet, some fantastic, some in poor taste, some
dubious; but all in all a wholesome exchange not seen or heard
on mainstream print or video. Really makes you appreciate the
value of the only open means of worldwide instant communication
left untrammeled by mighty mogul money interests.
If I were footloose and fancy free I'd hie me off to the refugee camps in Pakistan, laptop and digital camera in hand and begin webcasting. Straight stuff from the source, using the people in the camps to compose their stories and send them out through the website. Since I'm tied down and can't do it on my own I've been trying to recruit others willing to take on the job. We need some firtsthand honest reports from the people on the ground.
Once established, the next task would be to get one of those videophones and start broadcasting. Forget the editing. Straight stuff straight from the source. Then buy some sewing machines and get some refugees to start sewing scarves and gloves and hats and sell them over the website. Money goes straight to the manufacturers. How'd you like to have a hat with a label on it: "made in refugee camp 27, Pakistan?"
It's an open field. Go for it.
Meanwhile, here's something that came in on the email from Curtis Cates. Curtis is a film maker working on a documentary about the New York World's Fair of 1964, a subject featured in our Kool Place video.
-- Ken Babbs
"About a year or so ago Cindy and I were
awakened by an unbelievably loud knock on the door, the kind
of knock you would expect if it was a fire or the end of the
world or something. I got up, went to the door and never even
thought to put on my pants. Well, at the door was a NYC Fireman
named Matt Rogan, in full firefighter gear, carrying a pole with
air tanks, helmet, the whole bit. Matt Rogan is part of 11 Truck.
That is our local firehouse. They are the coolest guys in the
world. They drive around in their truck at night blasting the
song "Low Rider" by War. They love the neighborhood
(Lower East Side and East Village) and the neighborhood loves
these guys back. So Matt Rogan comes in our apartment at 3 in
the morning
because he needs to look out our back window to check to see
if there is a fire or not. We live in the rear, ground floor.
There was no fire but Matt made sure. The whole time Cindy was
sitting up saying "Where's the fire, where's the fire".
After Matt was finished checking for the fire I asked him if
it would be OK if I took his picture. He laughed and said "Sure,
why not"?
Our safety was guaranteed by Matt that night. On September 11
we lost NYC Firefighter Matt Rogan as he was guaranteeing the
safety of other New Yorkers at the World Trade Center. He was
a quiet man, we have learned from talking to some of his brothers
at the firehouse in the East Village where he worked. He had
a wife and three children. These aren't numbers that we lost
in NYC that day, they were people. If you want to talk about
martyrs, I submit NYC Firefighter Matt Rogan."
Ken Kesey wrote an article about the events of 9-11. If you would like to read it, click on:
KESEY'S
ARTICLE
R.I.P.
SANDY LEHMANN-HAUPT
b: March 22, 1942 -- d: October 28, 2001
b: March 22, 1942 -- d: October 28, 2001
Another original prankster gone. Sandy Lehman-Haupt, whose bus name was Dismount -- because of his propensity to get off the bus and run into a fast food place every time we stopped -- died of a heart attack.
Sandy's life was on a good track. He was married and holding down a steady job but the events of September 11th threw him into a psychic panic. He wanted to make amends to his wife for his foul mood swings and asked her to go with him to a Franciscan monastery. A peace offering he called it. It was afterwards, sitting in the car, when his heart gave out.
The spray-painted flourescent red hand was Sandy's trademark on the bus trip of 1964. This was in florida at Holocaust Lake when a lightning storm struck. "Stay out of the lake!" Sandy warned.
"Bring it back," he yelled, directing Cassady out of a parking lot.
We're at Millbrook, NY, at IFIF, Timothy Leary's headquarters. We went bathing in the mill brook and Sandy was at the top of the small falls directing the flow onto the pranksters below. Sandy and Cassady were the only pranksters initiated into the mysteries of the fourth floor of the Hitchcock mansion.
Kesey helping Sandy aboard as the bus pulls out of a gas stop enroute to the 1964 World's Fair. Sandy's other bus name was Sound Man, for he was the one who did the sound recordings and hooked up the microphones and speakers for top to bottom communications.
"Here I come!" Sandy leaping high. Now he'll never come down. So long, old friend.
-- Ken Babbs