Spent last night's campfire and this morning chatting with camp neighbors Ken, Melinda, and Casey, along with other campers. Casey is a neuroscientist and Melinda is a lawyer, both from the Bay Area. Ken is a pretty dynamic and spiritual guy, who has set up a sort of base camp operation here. He has been a national delegate for presidential elections, and has helped in brokering peace in Northern Ireland by organizing a trip for the Dalai Lama to visit. He is currently working on a grand plan to liberate Tibet! Made for some interesting conversation!
posted by Greg at
1:40 PM
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If the whole psychology thing doesn't work out I think you might have a good chance in photography...These pictures are amazing! You've captured something really spiritual in this one.
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Anonymous, at 9:33 PM
Hi Greg, Your picture does capture a great moment. Its great to see/read about the rest of your adventures! Casey
For your campfire reportoire ;)
Ziggy Stardust
David Bowie
Ziggy played guitar, jammin' good with Weird and Gilly,
The spiders from Mars, he played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band
Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'em to hang
Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan
So where were the spiders while the fly tried th break our balls Just a beer light to guide us So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?
Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we was voodoo
The kids was just crass. He was the nazz
With God given ass
He took it all too far, but boy could he play guitar
Making love with his ego, Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band
Ziggy Played Guitar
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