Future. Young woman studies history.

Regrets violence, war, mutual ignorance of ancestors. Desire to help.

Considers communication issues. Fears technological level on receiving end too limited for high-speed or high-energy transmission. Settles on non-intrusive time travel involving human form.

Examines ethnic and genetic history. Finds own phenotype similar to that of tribes living in southeastern mediterranean region several thousand years after beginning of history. Own DNA cheap and easy to implant in suitable mother with minimal energy transfer.

Settles on teaching, examples as approach to communication problem. Spends time endorsing own DNA sample with social reflexes, current biases. Clone to grow in ancient society, offering contemporary viewpoints, reactions. Notes clone must be masculine to participate in quaint social structures.

Transfers clone material to mother with standard time-independent distribution technique. Successful implant. Communicates entheogenically to mother: child has great destiny.

Mother and partner accept child. Raving maniac in desert recognizes child as special. Mother and partner raise child to participate in theological circles. Highest calling for child of great destiny.

Child learns quickly. Contemporary genetic endorsements and enhancements permit child to view potential optimizations in existing theology and society. Child confronts difficulty communicating with fellow theologists bereft of comparable understanding.

Follows ancient theological scripts, seen as less disruptive, more in line with backward mental set. Begins to preach in near secrecy. Many follow. Many see preacher as threat. Only very few understand.

Increasingly large group of followers begins to distract attention from conventional power structures. Plotting and scheming ensue. Results are condemnation, passion, death by crucifixion.

Scattered biographers continue to believe in great destiny. Recount life of visitor in various versions and languages.

After over a decade of interlude, Dave and I got back in touch.

Not LinkedIn. I sent him some CDs of old music, mostly from Darryl’s back room. He sent me back a fine CD of his own music. Listen to the tunes from Stinky Hippie. But you will not get the fully berimbau effect until Dave comes out with his own, perhaps at Improv Factory. (Try Bigfoot sits.) First time I recall of berimbau splash was in a kitchen in New Buffalo, along about 1992 or 1993.

Today his equipment leaves a lot less to be desired. Dave has always had an ear for mixdowns, searching for just the right splash. Elegantly spaced sounds. Headphone music.

Thanks, Kathy.

A couple of years’ worth of entries remain at the old blog site.

Mark ran to have himself absolved of the poor showing, 3:42 amidst debilitating cramps at the Grenoble marathon last Halloween. Ran into high blood pressure, then literal depression. In the morning, he woke up early. He looked in the direction of the wall that was not yet visible in the night.

The doctor gave him some plant medicine, medication to calm the heart. He stopped running for a while. Eventually he felt good enough to want to go on living.

So here we are. Let’s try this again. Out of the dust, a vehicle appears.