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food drama

I feel like a bitch.. i mean i am grateful but why is it when she does me favors are they always just "off"?

I am recovering from a rager of a night last night with Don, and she asks me to take her to work, but can see i feel like shit. So she offers me dinner from her restaurant. She called ahead to ask them to make me dinner before we got there. She asked me what I wanted, I said anything ... oh, and CHEEZ!!!

All i could think was the pecorino that i love so much. She has brought it home twice for me. Once she ate it all before i could get to it, and the second time I horded it for days, savoring it's peppery, granulated ripeness. God I love that cheese. I've begged for it for almost a year. So I knew she knew which cheese i was requesting.

She got off the phone before we got into the car and said they had chicken and pasta. Yumm! I thought. She went inside and returned, handing me two white to-go boxes and the chef himself brought out an entire wheel of cheese. It was the Petit' Basque that *she* likes. Nothing like the pecorino.

I opened the boxes at home. There was a very good pasta bolognese, and... salad. No chicken. Sigh. It's not like I need to eat any more! But ... oh well.
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on KFJC Friday May 8th from 10a - 2 p

I will be doing several fill-ins in Mayhem. And hopefully two specials:


4/30 10p-2a - did that
5/8 10a-2p
5/15 10a-2p - I KNOW YOU KNOW ENO: Six Degrees of Separation from Brian Eno
he's had his hand in many projects, many bands, and I have his lecture from Long Now, back in 2004. It's amazing.
5/21 10p-12a
5/29 10a-2p - MOUNTAIN CON special - amazing band, just called it quits after a decade, and i will introduce you to them in time for their last release to be issued. Interview, giveaways, and just think! you can collect their catalog without worrying about missing the next release :)

As always, on KFJC 89.7 FM
as Rocket J. Squirrel

available via NETCAST at http://www.kfjc.org/netcast
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Wolverine

Squeaking of Hugh Jackman [previous post's COMMENT]... the latest Wolverine is some kinda fun! and Hugh? well it's no wonder he goes shirtless (and at one point, pantsless) as he has hit the gym heavily for this role!

I wonder if he's on the "300" workout?

I can't figure out why I'm not losing more weight ... i mean i hardly eat and I contemplate this a great deal while on the couch. hmmmm ...

I have so frakking much to write about here but i haven't had the time. Back to doing battle with the IRS, Foothill College's Parking Nazis, and then to ride.
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Tesla's Long Island Lab, Wardenclyffe, for sale

<http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/05/science/05tesla.html?_r=1&pagewanted=1&hp>

In 1901, Nikola Tesla began work on a global system of giant towers meant to relay through the air not only news, stock reports and even pictures but also, unbeknown to investors such as J. Pierpont Morgan, free electricity for one and all.

It was the inventor's biggest project, and his most audacious.

The first tower rose on rural Long Island and, by 1903, stood more than 18 stories tall. One midsummer night, it emitted a dull rumble and proceeded to hurl bolts of electricity into the sky. The blinding flashes, The New York Sun reported, "seemed to shoot off into the darkness on some mysterious errand."

But the system failed for want of money, and at least partly for scientific viability. Tesla never finished his prototype tower and was forced to abandon its adjoining laboratory.

Today, a fight is looming over the ghostly remains of that site, called Wardenclyffe — what Tesla authorities call the only surviving workplace of the eccentric genius who dreamed countless big dreams while pioneering wireless communication and alternating current. The disagreement began recently after the property went up for sale in Shoreham, N.Y.

A science group on Long Island wants to turn the 16-acre site into a Tesla museum and education center, and hopes to get the land donated to that end. But the owner, the Agfa Corporation, says it must sell the property to raise money in hard economic times. The company's real estate broker says the land, listed at $1.6 million, can "be delivered fully cleared and level," a statement that has thrown the preservationists into action.

The ruins of Wardenclyffe include the tower's foundation and the large brick laboratory, designed by Tesla's friend Stanford White, the celebrated architect.

"It's hugely important to protect this site," said Marc J. Seifer, author of "Wizard," a Tesla biography. "He's an icon. He stands for what humans are supposed to do — honor nature while using high technology to harness its powers."

Recently, New York State echoed that judgment. The commissioner of historic preservation wrote Dr. Seifer on behalf of Gov. David A. Paterson to back Wardenclyffe's preservation and listing in the National Register of Historic Places.

On Long Island, Tesla enthusiasts vow to obtain the land one way or another, saying that saving a symbol of Tesla's accomplishments would help restore the visionary to his rightful place as an architect of the modern age.

"A lot of his work was way ahead of his time," said Jane Alcorn, president of the Tesla Science Center, a private group in Shoreham that is seeking to acquire Wardenclyffe.

Dr. Ljubo Vujovic, president of the Tesla Memorial Society of New York, said destroying the old lab "would be a terrible thing for the United States and the world. It's a piece of history."

Tesla, who lived from 1856 to 1943, made bitter enemies who dismissed some of his claims as exaggerated, helping tarnish his reputation in his lifetime. He was part recluse, part showman. He issued publicity photos (actually double exposures) showing him reading quietly in his laboratory amid deadly flashes.

Today, his work tends to be poorly known among scientists, though some call him an intuitive genius far ahead of his peers. Socially, his popularity has soared, elevating him to cult status.

Books and Web sites abound. Wikipedia says the inventor obtained at least 700 patents. YouTube has several Tesla videos, including one of a break-in at Wardenclyffe. A rock band calls itself Tesla. An electric car company backed by Google's founders calls itself Tesla Motors.

Larry Page, Google's co-founder, sees the creator's life as a cautionary tale. "It's a sad, sad story," Mr. Page told Fortune magazine last year. The inventor "couldn't commercialize anything. He could barely fund his own research."

Wardenclyffe epitomized that kind of visionary impracticality.

Tesla seized on the colossal project at the age of 44 while living in New York City. An impeccably dressed bon vivant of Serbian birth, he was widely celebrated for his inventions of motors and power distribution systems that used the form of electricity known as alternating current, which beat out direct current (and Thomas Edison) to electrify the world.

His patents made him a rich man, at least for a while. He lived at the Waldorf-Astoria and loved to hobnob with the famous at Delmonico's and the Players Club.

Around 1900, as Tesla planned what would become Wardenclyffe, inventors around the world were racing for what was considered the next big thing — wireless communication. His own plan was to turn alternating current into electromagnetic waves that flashed from antennas to distant receivers. This is essentially what radio transmission is. The scale of his vision was gargantuan, however, eclipsing that of any rival.

Investors, given Tesla's electrical achievements, paid heed. The biggest was J. Pierpont Morgan, a top financier. He sank $150,000 (today more than $3 million) into Tesla's global wireless venture.

Work on the prototype tower began in mid-1901 on the North Shore of Long Island at a site Tesla named after a patron and the nearby cliffs. "The proposed plant at Wardenclyffe," The New York Times reported, "will be the first of a number that the electrician proposes to establish in this and other countries."

The shock wave hit Dec. 12, 1901. That day, Marconi succeeded in sending radio signals across the Atlantic, crushing Tesla's hopes for pioneering glory.

Still, Wardenclyffe grew, with guards under strict orders to keep visitors away. The wooden tower rose 187 feet over a wide shaft that descended 120 feet to deeply anchor the antenna. Villagers told The Times that the ground beneath the tower was "honeycombed with subterranean passages."

The nearby laboratory of red brick, with arched windows and a tall chimney, held tools, generators, a machine shop, electrical transformers, glass-blowing equipment, a library and an office.

But Morgan was disenchanted. He refused Tesla's request for more money.

Desperate, the inventor pulled out what he considered his ace. The towers would transmit not only information around the globe, he wrote the financier in July 1903, but also electric power.

"I should not feel disposed," Morgan replied coolly, "to make any further advances."

Margaret Cheney, a Tesla biographer, observed that Tesla had seriously misjudged his wealthy patron, a man deeply committed to the profit motive. "The prospect of beaming electricity to penniless Zulus or Pygmies," she wrote, must have left the financier less than enthusiastic.

It was then that Tesla, reeling financially and emotionally, fired up the tower for the first and last time. He eventually sold Wardenclyffe to satisfy $20,000 (today about $400,000) in bills at the Waldorf. In 1917, the new owners had the giant tower blown up and sold for scrap.

Today, Tesla's exact plan for the site remains a mystery even as scientists agree on the impracticality of his overall vision. The tower could have succeeded in broadcasting information, but not power.

"He was an absolute genius," Dennis Papadopoulos, a physicist at the University of Maryland, said in an interview. "He conceived of things in 1900 that it took us 50 or 60 years to understand. But he did not appreciate dissipation. You can't start putting a lot of power" into an antenna and expect the energy to travel long distances without great diminution.

Wardenclyffe passed through many hands, ending with Agfa, which is based in Ridgefield Park, N.J. The imaging giant used it from 1969 to 1992, and then shuttered the property. Silver and cadmium, a serious poison, had contaminated the site, and the company says it spent some $5 million on studies and remediation. The cleanup ended in September, and the site was put up for sale in late February.

Real estate agents said they had shown Wardenclyffe to four or five prospective buyers.

Last month, Agfa opened the heavily wooded site to a reporter. "NO TRESPASSING," warned a faded sign at a front gate, which was topped with barbed wire.

Tesla's red brick building stood intact, an elegant wind vane atop its chimney. But Agfa had recently covered the big windows with plywood to deter vandals and intruders, who had stolen much of the building's wiring for its copper.

The building's dark interior was littered with beer cans and broken bottles. Flashlights revealed no trace of the original equipment, except for a surprise on the second floor. There in the darkness loomed four enormous tanks, each the size of a small car. Their sides were made of thick metal and their seams heavily riveted, like those of an old destroyer or battleship. The Agfa consultant leading the tour called them giant batteries.

"Look up there," said the consultant, Ralph Passantino, signaling with his flashlight. "There's a hatch up there. It was used to get into the tanks to service them."

Tesla authorities appear to know little of the big tanks, making them potential clues to the inventor's original plans.

After the tour, Christopher M. Santomassimo, Agfa's general counsel, explained his company's position: no donation of the site for a museum, and no action that would rule out the building's destruction.

"Agfa is in a difficult economic position given what's going on in the global marketplace," he said. "It needs to maximize its potential recovery from the sale of that site."

He added that the company would entertain "any reasonable offer," including ones from groups interested in preserving Wardenclyffe because of its historical significance. "We're simply not in a position," he emphasized, "to donate the property outright."

Ms. Alcorn of the Tesla Science Center, who has sought to stir interest in Wardenclyffe for more than a decade, seemed confident that a solution would be worked out. Suffolk County might buy the site, she said, or a campaign might raise the funds for its purchase, restoration and conversion into a science museum and education center. She said the local community was strongly backing the preservation idea.

"Once the sign went up, I started getting so many calls," she remarked. "People said: 'They're not really going to sell it, are they? It's got to be a museum, right?' "

Sitting at a reading table at the North Shore Public Library, where she works as a children's librarian, Ms. Alcorn gestured across a map of Wardenclyffe to show how the abandoned site might be transformed with not only a Tesla museum but also a playground, a cafeteria and a bookshop.

"That's critical," she said.

Ms. Alcorn said the investigation and restoration of the old site promised to solve one of the big mysteries: the extent and nature of the tunnels said to honeycomb the area around the tower.

"I'd love to see if they really existed," she said. "The stories abound, but not the proof."
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Soul of a Raven

results from a quiz on Frakbook
You have come out with Raven as your soul representation. This is a very interesting path for a being. I suppose the most important thing to remember about a persons life when they are under the Ravens wing would be, you have been here before.. you know all about this stuff and what you don't know you are about to find out.
There is really nothing too surprising or amazing to a Raven person.. new things, sure, but as they have been witness to so many massive shifts over the myriad of lifetimes required to lead a Raven life, there are virtually no real surprises.
The danger for a raven soul is landing in an area where there are no other ravens and no real competition for them. A Raven needs some powerful reflection and only another Raven can do that for them as they know that they are the only ones who really understand.
An old soul does not protect a person from falling into a trap of getting too comfortable and growing lazy. Laziness is deadly for a Raven, they need the power of their wings to carry their great bodies high above the world so that they can gain the perspective that they so need in order fulfill their ultimate destinies here on earth.
For each Raven has a particular mission to complete their earth cycle. Find out what it is Raven. You may be comfortable and unshaken, but are you alert and fulfilling your vision?


scarily true except i have always felt like a very new soul... a Brat at heart. And although Synchronicity follows me around like a puppy, I am still shocked and awed by sunsets and stars and the snuggliness of Gargamel and how he loves to communicate and the molten velvet of a horse's eye when it's very comfortable being around you.

Oddly, he also is the Soul of a Raven....
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I Often Dream of TRAINS

Big Steam Train in Oakland's Union Pacific Yard
Monday 9 am - Wednesday  9 am
gallery.me.com/tbrisson#100055

On Apr 18, 2009, at 7:32 AM, D. Mayeron wrote:

Lester & Ray-

Union Pacific 844 will come through Berkeley on Monday.
twitpic.com/3hmnb

If you join twitter (it's free) you can get updates of its journey.

http://twitter.com/up_steam

Then we can take a break and go watch it go by.

Here's schedule:www.uprr.com/aboutup/excurs/schedule.shtml

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    I Often Dream of TRAINS - Robyn Hitchcock
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Holli is home!

http://helpholligethome.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-spoke-briefly-with-diane.html

Hollis was in a very serious motorcycle accident in India.
Here's the backstory: http://amacker.livejournal.com/85121.html

Monday, March 16, 2009
Safe at Stanford
I just spoke briefly with Diane. Holli is in ICU at Stanford. They are getting her settled in her room and giving her a work over, I'm sure. Diane is so relieved, thankful and just overwhelmed by everything that everyone has done to make this happen. She is also very exhausted. I don't think she has slept since Saturday night. She is going to see Holli for the last visiting hour and then go to Karen's and crash. She did tell Heather, Holli's sister, that as they were loading Holli onto the plane, she saw tears in Holli's eyes as if she knew they were bringing her home.

We will continue to post on Holli's progress as information comes to us. Now that we have Holli back in the states, we are changing our focus to get her back to her home. Feel free to check in with us to keep up with her journey on the road to recovery.
Posted by Jill at 5:53 PM
1 comments:

amacker said...

HI, I'm Amacker Bullwinkle, who almost died in a motorcycle wreck June of 2007. Because i live in Palo Alto, I was found first by two visitng Norwegian surgeons and they called the EMS & I was taken to Stanford. My injuries were so critical, they didn't think i'd make it thru the night. The next day they discovered I had been internally decapitated. I was in a coma for 6 weeks, and thanks to Stanford's excellent ICU team, I am not only alive, but if you didn't know about the accident, you probably wouldn't guess if you met me. I ride a horse 3 times a week on the beach and ... am looking for another bike as soon as i can afford one. Medical bills are a bitch. :P

One last thing - as I said, I was in a come for a long time. And I remember all of it. And my brother, who never left my side, spent a lot of time talking to me. And his words were part of the script of my "coma reality." In other words, she probably CAN hear you, and depending on her brain,and how she dreams, she can process this into her world in some way. (so don't repeat yourself .. my bro did that a couple of days in a row and i was *so* flumoxed!)

Love to Holli

and if you are at Stanford visitng her, feel free to let me know - i live here. And I have trix ... like a secret underground Art Tour I take friends on late at night.

-amacker

March 17, 2009 1:55 AM


Here's a post Chicken John made on her behalf.
http://amacker.livejournal.com/85464.html
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WATCHMEN - no plot spoilers


Friday, March 6, 2009

I saw the pre-screening of Watchmen tonight at the Metreon in SF with my FairyGoddessNephew, Danny.

It's either one of the BEST movies you have ever seen (with some of the worst bits- including a sex scene that was so awful, screaming "You're Doing It Wrong!" just wouldn't have sufficed. Please dear god don't let the fanboyz think this is an example of how to get it on? they have enough problems) or one of the WORST movies you;ve ever seen (with some of the *best* bits.) The music is the same - one minute it's perfect and the next you are cringing.

I *love* Jeffrey Dean Morgan... so fraking hot in Grey's Anatomy and a true tragedy when they killed him off.
"Comedian" in real life



Then there's the guy who plays Rorschach...
"Rorschach"

He reminds me of a cross between Clint Eastwood and Seth Green with the voice of Tom Waits. Intriguing, n'est ce pas?

And he looks NOTHING like his Watchman character in real life.



"Rorschach" in real life



The flick is very dark and very gory...surprising hardcore comic fanatics and horror film fans alike. But it's done beautifully. And yo, the Foley team need Oscars.

The One Question everyone asks is: How Does It Compare to the Graphic Novel?

Answer: they are pretty much the SAME. Some of the scenes in the movie are peeled directly out of Dave Gibbons' illustrations. The Characters look identical to Gibbons' depictions. The dialog is as far as I remember, the same. Which is to say somewhat stilted for a movie at points. But the special effects are of course not just a splash of color in a few frames... oh no.

And that's all i'm sayin'

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Ina Roy-Faderman at 3:53am March 6
sounds like it'll be Interesting. gotta find a babysitter.

Rain Graves at 8:57am March 6
But the real question is...was I LOVE YOU, MAN better? I love you jobin!

Debbie Rich at 10:14am March 6
Amacker, great review, thanks! Gonna wait until the crowds are over to see the flick. I own the original comics from my dad's collection and the story is AWESOME. Hoping this becomes a cult classic and the comix make me rich in 20 years. ;)

Scott LaMorte at 12:07pm March 6
Damn i just rolled through SF, too. Would have loved to join you! Well I'm hoping to get with a crew in the Bay Area while I am here, and go see it.

Chris Taylor at 12:08pm March 6
the sex scene was indeed the worst I've seen since Highlander (and do we really need the song they played over it in one more movie? What's wrong with the Billie Holiday track that got them hot in the book? Grumble, grumble ...)

Richard Von Busack at 3:51pm March 6
It's how superheros have at it! (And the way they do it in the 1940s is even worse!) These guys need a safe word.

Amacker Bullwinkle at 4:22pm March 6
Jobin Graves I, gotta say, I Love You Man was a lot easier to like. And before you ask, Watchmen wasn't half bad with 3D glasses on!
RVB - Zack Snyder needs the Safe Word! His sex scene is one of the points where it is far more graphic without actually being sexy or interesting (quite a feat) - and was not like the Graphic Novel which just inferred that that had happened. Moore and Gibbon were far more interested in the accuracy of Dr. Manhattan's genitalia. heh

Amacker Bullwinkle at 4:23pm March 6
Oh yeah. one of my favorite visuals is how the blood gets on the smiley face to begin with... gorgeous.
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Chicken John's plea to help Hollis come Home

OK so I know that everyone is broke and people are downright terrified and the economy and the unemployment (10%? Holy Jimmy Carter, Batman!!!) and the rents are sky high and it's raining and we are out of coffee...

I know.

And our partisan government is so confused and ineffective it's like watching 14 year olds on a first date ordering food at a restaurant and noticing the boy is trying add up how much $ he's got and how much he's spent and he just spilled his water and his friends are texting him images of donkey porn and he doesn't have a car or a chance....

I know.

And everyone has a cause and the seals and the climate and the owls and the little children and the Iraq and the drugs and the gangs and unfair and the union and the harassment and Gavin's hair and the storefronts....

I know.

I know. Listen. I need you lock arms with me for a minute. Take a stroll. I have some bad news. Our friend Hollis was involved in a motorcycle accident. She might could use some help. She is in India. She has a brain injury. She‚s on a respirator. A respirator is a violent affront to the human body. To say it‚s un-natural is an understatement. Horrible. Horrible is a good word. It‚s like a compressor, in an auto garage. The tube is big, like a garden hose. Taped to your face with white medical tape. Forcing air into your lungs. Mechanical contraption would be another good description. Infernal device. This machine keeps the blood in Hollis‚ body oxygenated. It‚s dealing with breathing while Hollis figgers out how to do that again. She got smacked pretty hard and forgot for a minute. There is a place that can teach her how to do this again. We would like to introduce Hollis to this place. And for this, we can use some help.

Where are the finest doctors? I ask you good people of San Francisco, the City of Art and Innovation? Why right here of course. Where would you want to live if you were the best doctor in the world. You would be at Stanford Medical Center. Of course you would be. The best of all things. Best and brightest. All here. It‚s us, actually. We are the best and the brightest. If you argue with me, then you‚ve just been here too long. You really need to get out more.

Hollis needs to board at Stanford Medical Center. She has been cleared to travel, and it is reasonable and prudent for her to traverse the 10,000 mile trek safely. How, you may ask, does one travel whilst hooked up to a respirator? In an ambulance. With 2 doctors. A few nurses. A guy in a gorilla suit, I dunno. But there‚d better be at least one guy in a fucking bell-hop outfit for $200 LARGE. Yup. Two Hundred Thousand Dollars. You want to charter a medical air ambulance you better sell your Google stock.

I can‚t begin to solve the injustice in the world. In my city. On my block. I can‚t solve the injustice that occurs in my kitchen, for chrissakes. But a random stranger contacted me about the junk boats the other day, and out of the blue donated $100 to my paypal account to support the project. She is a lady that lives on a boat, and is into things that are ecologically sustainable. It always feels like a freak accident when a random stranger finds out what you doing and wants to help just because you‚ve inspired them. It‚s the world I wanna live in, so I‚m goona donate the $100 she gave me AND I‚m gonna add my $100 to it and give $200 towards the $200,000 ambulance ride for Hollis. I just wanna keep it going. Think of it as an philanthropic stimulus package. Hollis was involved in a freak accident. She fell off a rented scooter going 5 miles an hour and got the handlebar stuck in her helmet. I don‚t even understand it. But when clowns have accidents of course they are „freak
‰ accidents.

Hollis needs to come home, to get the attention she needs. Always the attention whore, that one. She needs to get on that plane. She needs help. Where are we at? Today, 4 or 5 days after the accident, already $20K has been raised. We got 10%. It can be done. It‚s not going to be easy. And there are no angels anymore. All that Microsoft money and the start-up money and the VC money is gone. There is only actual money. But we are many, and Hollis is just one. We can take her. I for one want to be one of the people who helped Hollis and be part of the awesome community that came together when one of us was fucked. Fucked. I mean, she can‚t breathe. She needs help.

The amount you donate is unimportant. Ya got what ya got. ANY donation, even one dollar, is important. Her mom, her boyfriend, her sisters, her roommates, her co-workers at Last Gasp, the people in her dance troupe, DPW, Vaude de Vivre∑ on and on∑ your donation is fuel that powers the beacon of our community. So what if your donation is small? God doesn‚t care if you sing off key, she only cares how LOUD YOU SING!!!!! Every donation not only brings the goal closer, but also invigorates the family. So far there have been 400 unique donations. 5 days, guys. Whoa. That‚s kinda crazy.

Donating is easy.

Paypal: elizastrack@gmail.com

I‚m donating $200. But I‚m an over-achiever. I also plan on making Hollis work the door at some events in the future to pay me back, but that‚s another story.

But since I‚m an over-achiever, I‚m gonna commit to 4 times my $ in a match. I‚m gonna commit to raising $800 more by begging my friends and family IN ADDITION to putting it out on this list here. I‚m gonna send an email to my 20 closest and mostest and beg for $40. I‚m gonna tell them that for $40 they can be a member of the coolest club on Earth. This new group of stellar awesomeites called: Friends of Hollis.

I‚m proud to be a member.


http://friendsofhollis.blogspot.com/
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Help Hollis get Home

So as many of you know, and many of you don't as I have not even talked
to you in a while. I am in the midst of a crazy tragedy here in southern
India. I was travelling with my sweetheart Hollis by motorcycle and the
worst possible scenario has unfolded. She was in an accident that took a
freak turn and I will spare you the gory details (and they are gory) but end
result, she is in a coma with the most serious injury one can sustain. She
has a serious brain stem injury. This is the part of the brain that
controls and is connected to everything. The accident happened at 11:30 am
on Tuesday Feb. 24th, it is now 5:30 am on Monday March 2nd as I am writing
this (I don't sleep). This is what's going on... The treatment she is
receiving is okay, for India. There are however huge rats scurrying about
on the floor. I am sleeping on the ant covered floor outside her room as I
am not allowed in and the water they have used for many procedures is not
even purified. Today as the final straw they would not allow her own mother
who has just flown here from Tennessee with emergency support from the US
consulate to see her own daughter when she inquired. She has been allowed
some of the time but they sort of shame you/ are mean to you to make you not
ask for visitation. They are not observing her brain pressure and have done
nothing to alleviate the swelling in her brain. These are things that can
make of break her early on in her recovery and healing process. Her chances
are slim. Her chances are slimmer here in Puducherry, Tamil Nadu, India.
So we miraculously got her accepted to Stanford which is one of the best
hospitals in the world. Also, as a charity case which is very rare, since
she has no insurance. So what we need now is to get her there. I am
reaching out to everyone I know to help us get an ICU Plane (a.k.a. air
ambulance) to fly her back to California. If anyone knows anyone with a
plane we could rent or has anybody in the Air Ambulance industry or a doctor
who could volunteer their time to come and get her and fly her to Stanford
and reduce the cost... those things would be amazing. The reality of the
situation is that we need to raise $150,000 dollars, now for the quote we
have. There is a blog that Hollis's best bud Eliza (from her bicycle dance
troupe the SF Derailleurs) started: *<http://friendsofhollis.blogspot.com/>friendsofhollis.blogspot.com* and it
has a donate button on it. I would like to urge everyone to give something
to this button even if it is 5 dollars and then pass it on to everyone they
know. Hopefully we can all figure out a way to give $1,000 whether it be by
sheer generosity or organizing a fundraiser where ever this reaches you.
Send it to people who know her and send it to anyone who is a compassionate
person and knows what its like to lose a bright brilliant star of a person.
She is an amazing performer, heart, bicycle and food activist and so much
more, in San Francisco (and everywhere) and we need to do everything we can
while we have the possibility, to bring her back. It was crazy to go
through my contacts to select everyone to send this to and see the amount of
amazing people who are no longer alive on it and how badly I don't want to
add her to this group. Please help however you can even if its just keeping
her in your thoughts and sending healing energies and magic. You can write
me with any questions or support or call/text anytime, day or night.
Thank you more than anyone can be thanked, for everything you have all done
so far, you have kept me going in my darkest hour. Please forward this on.
Put it on myspace, facebook, your blog, craigslist, tribe, tell everyone.
love and teary thanks,
Harrison
1-415-987-6576
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Life is precious, Never waste it.