Mission

I believe it was Patrick who started the bikini discussion. I am not much for chasing many physical or tangible things as a general rule, but I can appreciate classic sculpture as much as the next man.

Brilliant! I have tremendous respect for Mr. Dogge who stood faithfully by and chopped while photo opportunities beckoned. (Loudly.) Sophia, you take the only pics of me that I like. I may hire you as my camerawoman next year. Pensive observer of the unfolding of a classic PiP moment. That's Mission all over. Right in the midst of what I (think I) recalled in the journal. Beautiful! (Sorry for nattering on about pics of myself - there are so few I like. Plus it's sometimes hard to piece together ones illustrative of the journal.)

Awesome. Those are some of the best shots of the Hide I've seen yet. (I'm gonna have to wear the waistcoat more often. It's the first pic of myself from this event that I've liked. Curiously, my face is not visible. Or maybe that's not so curious...)

I really think you'd need the stuff behind glass, not rope. Perhaps we could have it out publicly on Sunday for groping instead of having to keep people on staff all weekend? I had thought of suggesting such, but the logistics were a bit sticky when it occurred to me. But let me take a stab at it anyhow. IF the stuff were handed about on Sunday, perhaps that could be the time to do a silent auction. My suggestion is that you put the things less likely to get high bits up for silent auction. Silent auctions have a way of getting people to pay more for something when they see competitors bidding on something they thought they could walk away with for a steal. The winners could be announced before the live auction, which would warm people up and anchor them to the higher-than-expected prices for the silent auction materials which wouldn't do as well in live auction. (That's a psych trick.) BTW, the order of the item auctioning should (usually) be from least desirable to most desirable. Again, it's an anchoring trick and it plays on people's excitement.

The testing process is sort of interesting isn't it? You can't always rely on the results, however. I was talking with someone at PiP - I think it was Jessi - and we concluded that several people who were practically zeds from our on-line experience of them turned out to be quite charming and fascinating when experienced live and in color. Perhaps certain personalities come across strongly (especially when people are vocal and/or opinionated) and others do not. Also, searching for strands of personality in a public forum is fraught with potential error. Many people appear a certain way publicly but reveal bits and pieces in private emails that give you a better picture of who they really are. (In fact, you appear to me from our conversations to be one of them - although, admittedly, after 3 years of on-line discourse, I have no direct experience upon which to compare the data I've gathered, so I can't be certain.)

Fix-ed. Thanks for the correction. (Who is Captain Cutter?) On a related note, the trouble with trying to write the Journal is that I don't always remember names or exact events. I'd take notes, but I've learned from past events that people behave differently when they know they're being watched and especially when they know they're being recorded. (Yes, I am a serial writer. I have been observing and commenting (allegedly humorously) since I was in high school in one form or another. Some day I'll be good at it. Until then, I'll keep writing.)

You know, it would be nice if someone down there was able to scrounge up a lockable cabinet of some sort for the display. Even if it could be borrowed from a PiP-friendly local vendor for the weekend. 3-1/2 hours sitting around in the occasionally airless fort with a static display that people will probably only glance at is an awful long time. Just a thot.

Be serious, it was a unisex hat. Actually I thought it would be sexy and attract chicks. But it didn't work very well - I always seemed to be around surrounded by a lot of guys. . . Damn! Maybe that's because it really was a girly hat. Actually, it's a bi-sexual hat. If you're wearing it and you want to get someone to have sex, you have to buy it. (Please to note: this joke is a lot funnier when told than written. It's also mostly only funny if you're drunk or have the mind of a 12 year old boy. (Which you should give back to the boy when you're done with it.))

Stynky, let me just say, from the bottom of heart, with all due sincerity and large Bambi-like eyes: you suck. Does one of those tankards have a glass bottom and a dent near the top? If so, you doubly suck.

Oi!, I don't got in this forum very often and I missed this! (Plus it happened during PiP when I was, uh, distracted and saddled with a lousy internet connection.) But I recalled we shared a birth month with Ed. So here's a late salute to a fellow filosopher!

Ah, here's to one of my great philosophical PiP pals. The afternoons spent in the oar house with you and Patrick staring at the beach and mulling over the world and bikinis is a newly minted and cherished memory.

Awesome! I was hoping someone got shots of the impromptu jam session in the Hide. Jessi, are you going to post all your pics somewhere? I took some really curious ones that interested me with your camera that I'd like to see.

Harry, I couldn't find you before I left my box in the office to be shipped UPS as we had discussed. The label is all ready, all you have to do is give it to them. Thanks!

Exactly, no time like the present... Did you know research shows that we actually modify every memory we have when we recall it? Your memory works so that it just stores certain high points. When you recall things, you fill in the missing spots based on what is happening or has happened within the last day. It has been repeatedly shown that these filled-in parts are completely indiscernible from what actually happened to the person recalling the memory. And we all know that it's this kind of filling in that leads to all kinds of disasters like female dinosaurs switching sex and breeding. Memory finds a way.

Sorry guys, but no dice. I should'na brought it up. (It's completely different in nearly every way possible from the journal. You'd find it most confusing. It's sort of a memory place marker for my doddering years.)

Moi? You're welcome. Although as I recall it he caught me every time and turned away.

I love the Harley Quinn character. The episode where she tries to go straight is hilarious. (It looks like a cool costume - where's the full length color version? And the hood?)

Think of it as a form of respect.

So Stynky's hat is a girl's hat?! Diosa, you'll be glad to know that I either unearthed the memory of hugging you or I have constructed a really good facsimile thereof. (We can do that, you know.) I enjoyed our convertible ride/discussion a great deal which is alloyed with respect for you after watching you walk all the way down Duvall barefoot. (Kids, don't try this at home - well, you can't walk down Duvall at home, but...um, you get the gist of it. Diosa is a professional.)

Aha! It all comes back to me now that I have seen my favorite movie list.. Jessi, the movie with John Wayne that I forgot the name of the other day was Donavan's Reef. (My poor old Raphael Mission user ID. He got retired early. He can blame Stynky.)

That is a great costume.

Well, you did prime me. (You could prime me even better with 18yo Glenmorangie.)