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) In 1984, I bought a Macintosh and started teaching myself programming. My computer career really started there, 1969 in NY, just as 'Dazed and Confused' started wafting from every window in the Village. They sent me to IBM school in the Wall Street district to learn IBM's new MTSC which was the forerunner to desktop publishing. Dick, who was a friend of his, and was often found lurking around the Crawdaddy office, trying to be invisible. He introduced me to the I Ching, DMT and Philip K. The editor was Chester Anderson, a counter culture sci-fi author ( The Butterfly Kid ). ( In fact, my first job in NYC in 1969 was with Crawdaddy! magazine, a rock magazine started by Paul Williams. Computers became available just a few years later.

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I did some professional photography for awhile, skills courtesy of Randy McDonald, who taught me the basics of darkroom work, while I 'helped' him with the CC Magazine. When I was finally cleared for takeoff, I moved south to orange county and got some dumb jobs and went back to school. I was a prisoner in a system that promised to set me free, and I was seeing all the moving parts.

I had relinquished critical thought for the ideal of freedom. Now, it's clear I knew for some time that all was not right. Do I attribute that to any success I had with solo auditing? I finished OTVII and did notice a few changes. that I started to feel like, ya know, some of the questions were questionable. Started doing a side job for FOLO, c/sing sec checks in my 'spare time'. I spent the next few years in the CC Ivory Tower, on the night shift, as c/s'es mostly do, c/sing public grades auditing and maybe even XDN. It was fun in the sun back in Florida, from where The internships were all supervised by Brian 'You What?' Livingston and c/sing courtesy of David Mayo. I would go on to HGC grades c/s and was sent to Flag along with Ray Mithoff, James Fiducia and maybe one or two others. This due to the fact that I was John Travolta's first auditor. I did some years as an HGC auditor and became 'often requested'. As I recall, the best was Richard Kiel, 7'2' tall, played Jaws in the Bond movies. Some more training and I was doing intro sessions. Upon returning to CC, I was in Tech Services and later became I trainned on Excalibur and the Bolivar docked in Long Beach. With a false start or two, I would sign that contract. I was barely 20 and was a musician by trade, so I was already used to bare minimum meals. I was going to California to join the SO. I had taken a comm course at a small mission in Florida and ya know.

I think the guy charged me $10.00 to spray theД¬amper form with foam, and I simply carved it to shape.

I drove from Gainesville, Florida in a 1962 Volkswagen pickup truck, with a camper shell I constructed out ofДўx4's and cardboard and had sprayed with a polyfoam at the sight of a geodesic dome build. Just at the right moment, she had an infectious sense of humor. One of the largest corporations whose product is in your pocket, I've never worked with or for a more caring individual. In all these years since, having worked for everything from small businesses to aerospace and defense companies, to I think most people that worked with Yvonne would have I was old enough at that point, to see the futureДЄnd experienced enough to understand the present. After seven years at CCLA, 1972 to 1979, I had seen, heard, done enough. It was I believe the late summer of 1979 that I simply announced I would be leaving.Дo what thou wilt, I said. Karen graciously appeared as a witness for my comm ev. Was being required we all take may have been tampered with and how do we know the chain of custody of that stuff, and says who? The grades c/s who suggested that the flu vaccine that I've always wanted to use that quote from Shakespeare, but never could find just the right occaision. The good is oft interred with their bones. I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

Faithless men lend me your ears let me sing to you