The animals started their plan with the giraffe enclosure; the bars were minimal and so not so easy to notice. It was done in an hour, mostly by the baboons. And sure enough, nobody noticed. The kids pointed as usual, the adults on their phones, management more concerned with developing a new logo for the zoo. And so the animals removed the barrier to the Galapagos Tortoise habitat. And nobody noticed. 
Monthly Archives: March 2018
The Davis Trilogy: Desperate to Be Not Bad
The Davis Trilogy follows the eponymous character from high school through college and on to work. Which do you prefer as a tagline?
Desperate to be someone, he learns he can’t be anyone else.
OR
He’s not as bad as everybody thinks.
The Black Hole in Grateful Dead Releases
By my count, there have been 148 concerts officially released by The Grateful Dead. These releases have come in various incarnations, most notably Dick’s Picks, Road Trips and, the series of late, Dave’s Picks.

Check out these recordings on the Grateful Dead archive and hear for yourself:
Greek Theater 1982/05/22 (Lazy Lightnin’-Supplication)
Madison Square Gardens 1982/09/29 (Loser, China Cat-Rider)
Seattle Auditorium 1983/08/27 (Jack Straw)
Indianapolis Sports and Music Center 1984/06/30 (Shakedown-Playin’-Terrapin)
Worchester Centrum 1984/10/08 (Terrapin-Samson)
Augusta Civic Center 1984/10/12 (Cold Rain, Uncle John’s, Morning Dew)
Hartford Civic Center 1984/10/14 (Estimated Prophet)
Oklahoma Zoo Amphitheater 1985/09/02 (Bertha, Me and My Uncle, Stagger Lee)
Henry J. Kaiser 1986/02/11 (Bird Song)
Hopefully one day Dave will wake up and get these shows packaged and shipped. (Providence 1986/03/30 is pretty good too.)
Slow Motion Brain into Genius
I think that I remember something that I have to know. I remembered it. It was there. I had it in my head. With it, everything made perfect sense. I was there. I knew it. And then I forgot it. I was awake, not as aware. I let it escape.

The Beautiful Drift
The beautiful drift, muttering those words to myself, thinking I knew something real, a fundamental truth or at least a way inside to where I had never been let in, the godsend or baby with shining stars, something beyond me, beyond the game that I insisted on playing to prove I was right. 
