By Subway...
W00T!
Got home at 9:30.
What a freakin' weekend!
First of all I have to say something about the Deaniacs gathered in Bellows Falls, Vermont. Geez, where to begin...
As folks here know I missed my bus on Friday morning and that meant I was going to be 7 hours late. So I called my friend, Paul in Staten Island. He's one some of you called when I was in the hospital last year.
He tried to email Jessica, but for some reason, the email didn't go through, so I had him email Rene, in Ohio, knowing if she got the email, she could post something here so that someone might get a message to Thankful, who had been on the road from Chicago.
Denise, in San Diego saw the post and called Thankful, who ended up spending a wonderful afternoon with Reed in Vermont while she patiently for 6 hours for a street musician on a bus.
So now it's 8pm and the three of us are in the parking lot of the station talking as if we've been neighbors for years.
Reed was arriving at The Raised Ranch the next afternoon, and after showing off pictures of his trophy wife, he pointed the way to Jessica's place and and said he'd see us on Saturday.
Now when I got the bus ticket here in New York, I was told that Bellows Falls was the nearest stop to the Mini Deanstock in Pittsford.
So 40 miles later we arrive at The Raised Ranch, Jessica's children have me enthralled. Elijah is showing off his video games and his collection of Star Wars Light Sabers(tm) and it was the first time this grandfather has had a chance to hear the wisdom of one who is about the same age as my grandson.
All the while, daughter Melody at 4 years was the model of politeness and affection and innocence and wonder.
Everyone was up till nearly 4am talking and blogging and generally having a good time.
At The Raised Ranch, they have a 13 year old black Labrador Retriever whose name escapes me at the moment because I spent the whole weekend calling him "Puppy." Editor's note: Jessica told us in the comments that the dog's name is Opus, but he thinks he's a puppy.
Having known all along that large dogs prefer deep tissue massage, we engaged in mutual therapy that was very relaxing for both of us.
My late cat, the former Mrs. Wattles, told me on more than one occasion that animals refer to me as Dr. Rubbins, because they know I understand the art of animal massage where ever I go.
Apparently, this is why large neighborhood dogs have been known to drag their owners a half a block or more just to say hello to me. One owner of a black lab named "Rambo" around the corner has been literally been pulled off his feet in such incidents.
So I'm sitting on the on the floor in the living room, playing ith the kids and the dog. Deaniacs are blogging and Jessica's husband is playing blues guitar riffs...
So I wake up the next morning, the rain that persisted throughout the night gave way to the sunshine of dawn. After about 4 hours sleep I stepped out on the upstairs and took a deep breath of Vermontster air.
Broke out in health and it nearly killed me. Fresh air in the home state of Howard Dean, in the home of one of my heroes...(Sorry, Jessica, but I've been around here for a long time and you ARE one of the unsung progressive heroes among us.)
Early Saturday afternoon I set up Gizmo up on the main computer in the house and one by one, most of the folks there tried both heart and brain feedback games. This was very good for me in that I'm eventually going to be selling lots of Gizmos, and it gave me the opportunity to get comfortable with presentation.
Reed in Vermont had a marvelous plan for a Progressive 'Edutainment' Cable Access Network.
The way this would work is to have progressives across the country would obtain local cable access training and present a unified theme each week. Promotion of each week's show would be promoted through the blogs.
Cable companies have their own in house ratings system, and such a network would be quickly noticed.
It would be really easy to have the skeleton of such a network in place in a few months.
Then Mataliandy gave a presentation on framing issues in discussion, and Jessica talked about Instant Runoff Voting.
Quintas, later in the evening, talked about his efforts in New Orleans and how both sides seem to get caught up in the spin and stereotypes. He also detailed his 'mapping' project.
I was worried that Hurricane Dean could wipe out all of the progress made since Katina. But Quintas was also pointing out that the dead trees from Katrina were being turned into mulch, when they could have been used to shore up the barrier wetlands.
Very interesting...
What impressed me most this weekend past is how just a handful of Deaniacs can get so much done in a single weekend.
I'm very excited about Reed's idea of a community based cable action network that dealt with weekly themes.
We discussed perhaps trying to introduce Instant Runoff Voting into the Democratic Primary system.
We got a concise, spin free view of New Orleans, and I got to introduce to a small but important segment of progressives, a technology that will soon alter the course of Civilization itself.
But there was much more to it than that. I can't stress enough that this community is unique in the blogsphere.
It's a sense of community that I have not seen in many churches.
Deaniacs are going to be at the forefront of the next election cycle. They not only have the Power, they have the Wisdom and Compassion and insight to lead. I have no doubt that at the heart each victory there will be the heart and mind of a supporter of Howard Dean.
Finally, I would like to offer my heartfelt thanks to my hosts and friends who helped me make this journey go far more smoothly than I had anticipated. It lasted for what seemed like a moment, but it was liquid silk from start to finish.
Jessica's mom even gave me a spare laptop, which will not only help with my impending retirement from the subway, but will also lead to my showing it to Judy and other friends at the nursing home and elsewhere.
This loving, compassionate community has changed my life many ways.
I've often said that I hand out the Love that has been given to me in thimbles.
In the not too distant future, I will be delivering it by the truck load.
I may have to change my handle.
How about "Astral Technician?"
Imagine playing "Stairway to Heaven" and Heaven is actually up the stairs.
Thank you all.
Namastethon
Celebrate the light.
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