installment 2

Eric Dymond wrote:

> Eric Dymond wrote:
>
> > i am glad to see you have taken advantage of my generosity.
> > please don't stop.
> > i find your posts on my account delightful.
> > which reminds me.
> > did you ever send the video to MOMA?
> > Today, we were hiking north of Innis Lake Road.
> > The mushrooms were perfect and the apples small but delicious.
> > I thought of building a hut there, to live in. With the recent
> demise
> > of our generous landlord i am in need of shelter with the winter
> > approaching. While we were on the trail an odd old man in a small
> > tractor approached.
> > I recognized him from an old book on Dada. It was the Nephew of
> > Francis Picabia. I was ecstatic.
> > He stopped his vehicle and began talking in a short monosyllabic
> > speech.
> > What was I to do.
> > Well I picked up a fallen tree branch and threw it at him.
> > I missed.
> > He screamed, got back on his tractor and drove off.
> > On the ground was a small letter which had fallen out of his pocket.
> > Iy was an invitation to a Brad Brace retrospective at the Centre
> > Pompideau for January 16th 2028!
> > Needless to say I was surprised.
> > I couldn't believe Brad would agree to such a pompous affair!
> > Was I wrong in assuming this?
> > We moved on.., still searching for Rameau's amputated extremity.
> > take care,
> > Eric Dymond
> October 20 2005
> so as I continue
> I would be homeless in 2 weeks. Well worse things have happened.
> What was really worrying us was Ramaeu.
> A dead composer without a penis. What could we do to alleviate his
> spiritual impotence?
> I have never found his work that exciting, but, a lost feature
> is a concern to me. It should be a concern to us all. Politically,
> Ramaeu was a little to the right of Richard Cheney. But losing an
> appendage is a great equalizer.
> We needed hints, at least some clues as to where the lost member
> layed.
> With enough pecha gutta I felt we could adhere the member to the long
> demised owner.
> But now,we needed a history of the accident.
> Onward.
> Eric
so far the adventure had been mundane. At this point it takes a strange twist.
After exhausting France we had moved to Spain.
Journeying southward we passed through Toledo. Just south of the former Capital we cam upon a graveyard.
In the southwest corner of the barren graveyard was a tall, thin figure.
My companion, David Kemp, was wary of communicating with the natives, but the narrow figure waved a bony finger at us, beckoning us to approach.
We approaiched cautiously.
In my broken spanish I queried the stranger.
He muttered "washington.."
That was all he said. Just the one word.
David whispered "does he mean washington park in eastern Somoa?"
"No" I said, "He means Benjamin Washington, a contemporary of Rameau!".
Did Washington know the whereabouts of Ramaeu's manhood?
In this virtual world, everyone lives, our next week was planned.

Eric Dymond wrote:

> Eric Dymond wrote:
>
> > Eric Dymond wrote:
> >
> > > i am glad to see you have taken advantage of my generosity.
> > > please don't stop.
> > > i find your posts on my account delightful.
> > > which reminds me.
> > > did you ever send the video to MOMA?
> > > Today, we were hiking north of Innis Lake Road.
> > > The mushrooms were perfect and the apples small but delicious.
> > > I thought of building a hut there, to live in. With the recent
> > demise
> > > of our generous landlord i am in need of shelter with the winter
> > > approaching. While we were on the trail an odd old man in a small
> > > tractor approached.
> > > I recognized him from an old book on Dada. It was the Nephew of
> > > Francis Picabia. I was ecstatic.
> > > He stopped his vehicle and began talking in a short monosyllabic
> > > speech.
> > > What was I to do.
> > > Well I picked up a fallen tree branch and threw it at him.
> > > I missed.
> > > He screamed, got back on his tractor and drove off.
> > > On the ground was a small letter which had fallen out of his
> pocket.
> > > Iy was an invitation to a Brad Brace retrospective at the Centre
> > > Pompideau for January 16th 2028!
> > > Needless to say I was surprised.
> > > I couldn't believe Brad would agree to such a pompous affair!
> > > Was I wrong in assuming this?
> > > We moved on.., still searching for Rameau's amputated extremity.
> > > take care,
> > > Eric Dymond
> > October 20 2005
> > so as I continue
> > I would be homeless in 2 weeks. Well worse things have happened.
> > What was really worrying us was Ramaeu.
> > A dead composer without a penis. What could we do to alleviate his
> > spiritual impotence?
> > I have never found his work that exciting, but, a lost feature
> > is a concern to me. It should be a concern to us all. Politically,
> > Ramaeu was a little to the right of Richard Cheney. But losing an
> > appendage is a great equalizer.
> > We needed hints, at least some clues as to where the lost member
> > layed.
> > With enough pecha gutta I felt we could adhere the member to the
> long
> > demised owner.
> > But now,we needed a history of the accident.
> > Onward.
> > Eric
> so far the adventure had been mundane. At this point it takes a
> strange twist.
> After exhausting France we had moved to Spain.
> Journeying southward we passed through Toledo. Just south of the
> former Capital we cam upon a graveyard.
> In the southwest corner of the barren graveyard was a tall, thin
> figure.
> My companion, David Kemp, was wary of communicating with the natives,
> but the narrow figure waved a bony finger at us, beckoning us to
> approach.
> We approaiched cautiously.
> In my broken spanish I queried the stranger.
> He muttered "washington.."
> That was all he said. Just the one word.
> David whispered "does he mean washington park in eastern Somoa?"
> "No" I said, "He means Benjamin Washington, a contemporary of
> Rameau!".
> Did Washington know the whereabouts of Ramaeu's manhood?
> In this virtual world, everyone lives, our next week was planned.
As an aside, we ended up spending our weekend on the Isle of Ibiza.
It was full of tourists from Germany and Poland, but otherwise very enjoyable.
In my twylight sleep I dreamt of El Greco beating off hordes of infidels. Our homage to B. Mayer was undermined by the lack of local sources of maple syrup.
Next week I will tell all, and even Lorca will be surprised.