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Sure has been quiet on this forum lately? has every one's cpu gone a o c p?
Even the cigar and pica pica talk has cooled?:0


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i think a lot of folks do this at work (shame!!). weekends are often slow. i don't work...so, i just sit around this pc, 24/7.....

Sweetjane,
U R probably right, I have been to distracted to come here lately myself. Business problems. (

I had someone offer me space for an art gallery and coffee house combination this last weekend. An absolutely perfect and beautiful setting stone arches and walls etc.(Historic site, 1830's, in Adobe stable refitted to be gift store) but poor traffic pattern and little help from a signage standpoint. Had to turn it down. I'm pulling my hair out --- what's left of it!

Wish I could be on AC for that party but my CC is sorta empty. maybe I'll get on line during the festivities and find someone thats at party online at this forum.?!

Last time I was there I went to a Disco party at a club near The Coconut Resort south of town. It was a blast. :

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[This message has been edited by forick (edited 06-04-2002).]

Chapter 2 Another Fish Time story... During the weeks that past after I attended that first "party" at Dali's house (you remember ...the one where I awoke on the couch with my t-shirt painted with pictures and when I took a drink of water I got dizzy) I decided that I was going to be more serious about my career. What ever that was. At the time I met Dali I was both revulsed and attracted to him. His life style seemed like he was living in the clouds. He was more than a painter his passion was political activism he, I think, wanted to be a politician. He had an opinion on everything. It didn't matter if it was the Monroe Doctrine, the reason Russia put rockets in Cuba or the correct number of mistresses a dictator is suppose to have. And nobody was right except him.

At the time I believed that anyone that had an opinion on everything stood for nothing. Anyone that wanted to change everything for the better didn't know what they had in the first place. Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dali Y Domenech was basically apolitical but it was hard to tell at the time. His paintings at the time were a mixture of erotic and religeous imagery, he talked of Freud constantly and what problems he had putting dreams on canvas because the mental images kept changing in his mind. I had just returned from 2 tours in Nam and couldn't understand where he was coming from. I had a hard time understanding how a person could survive with his varied philosophies. It was only later that I learned of his parents and Gala's wealth. When you have that kind of money you could think and act pretty much as you pleased. Dali was not born and did not grow up in squalor to claw his way up to fame and fortune.

I was fishing from a rock one day near a town on the Med. coast close to Dali's Villa, which was actually his parents before they died. Looking back on these days I was upset and confused about Dali and his approach to life mostly due to my recent exposure to war in Nam. So I was sitting there (rather uncomfortably I might add) trying to see a fish to toss my bait at. I really didn't go there to fish but I couldn't admit it to myself. I just wanted to be alone for a while. I saw a fair sized sail boat approaching and a dark haired woman was standing on the bow waving at me holding on to one of the ropes.

I was unsure if I should run back up the shore or just sit resigned to my approaching fate. I sat. And waved. I smiled showing lots of white. I wasn't ready for more Freudian discussions or political intelliculaizing. Maybe things would be different if it was just Gala and Dali. It seemed the larger the audience the more driven Dali was to inflict his ideas on others. I was obviously depressed.

I boarded the boat with difficulty and trepidation, no change of clothes, tooth brush or money. We sailed up the coast towards France and I discovered a different couple from the ones I first met.

Gala seemed to bring out a sparkle in his eyes when they were together. Conversation was lighter and more animated, even his drawings were...more romantic and fragile in composition. He gave me a note pad to sketch on and later asked for it back just as I was leaving the boat in Canne Fr. The crew was the subject of most of my drawings so I didn't really care...the drawings were to abstract anyways.

One day Dali was doing some work with Gala as the subject sitting on the forward hatch naked as a Jay Bird. I was not accustom to casual conversation with people in the nude, must of been my upper midwest upbringing, but I tried to act casual about it. Dali asked me if I would pose and I started sweating immediately. I began glancing around for something to cover my privates if it came to a show or no show situation. He babbled something about a Cenruar (sp?) and I thought he was talking about me being the center of the sketch and not being up on the "Classics" I had no idea what he was talking about. After some friendly persuasion I agreed to "help". I sat behind a mast pole and was told to peer with a slight grin in my face towards Gala. This went on for about and hour.

We were anchored in a bay about 200 yards from Cannes Fr. lots of other boats around and I felt a bit (scratch that) I felt very exposed. Gala was laughing most of the time and I had more than a sun burn on my face. Later we went ashore to a bar they frequented when they went to the film festival where many people greeted them by first names. Dali asked the bar tender "do you have any of those posters left." He replied "We mssr Dali!" and went into the back room. When he returned he handed Dali a rolled up poster, he unrolled it and showed it to me. It was an incredible picture of a nude woman standing under a cloud with a large camera lens pointing down over her. Then he winked at me and said that it "is a gift from me to you, one of my friends did it when I wasn't looking". I didn't understand what he ment until much later. I still have the poster signed by him.

I left for Paris the next day with some regret and profuse thank you's. Gala kissed me on the cheek and said "good bye mon cheerie" (I am a terrible speller) but the moment touched me deeply.

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I have decided to devote my time to crystal gazing and new age studies can anyone recommend reading materials? ...with pictures.