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Date: Nov 16 1996 7:11 PM EDT
From: Montana386
Robert
You've done it. Heartfelt congratulations. DeadNet Central is gonna be bigger than live! Everything a deadhead needs. Except for the music. Thank God for the tapes. I have been following your journal. I just hope at GDP, Merchandising, Rex and all the other parts of the skeleton everybody finally realizes how many of us are out here. Just waiting for you guyz to join in the good times again. We don't want to buy our music at Walmart. So get on line and let Rex have 10%. Everybody wins.
Robert, with all the mail you get you probably don't remember you last e-mail response to me. Let me just tell you that it set me free. Thanks a bunch.
Angelika
<. . . be music when Phil gets online, or he'll know why not!>Subj: Re: 11/12Date: Nov 15 1996 2:38 AM EDTFrom: ssol@well.com (Steven C. Solomon)To: K9Luna (Robert Hunter)rh,So glad to hear back from you!>glad the organization approves of my humble efforts. Of course, as you know,>the proposition is the substance and the material end-results are quite>secondary.Intentions count for a lot, especially in a potentially doomedproposition potentially doomed to success and thence demanding deliveryof "the goods".>Hard to get these 3rd planet epiforms to confabulate this, as>predicted, but I maintain it's not impossible. Which is, of course, why I got>this rat ear assignment. Ten more years of this and I'll be happy to take>that weekend off specified in my contract.Hmmmm- maybe you should read the fine print about that weekend off ;-)>It's not all bad here, of course. They have the best damned ice cream in the>galaxy and, as you know, the music is second only to the form shifters of the>Ice Caves of Belarius for variety and execution. And speaking of execution,>how is Sador doing on the Ekleptic run? I understand she's dealing with some>of the same problems.Oh, dear... didn't you hear? Sador might'a got ett on that last run.Rumors run rampant and unconfirmed, but would have it that thetransgalactic gal in question found herself masticated in the maw of anAnduvian Cephalopod. The Rescue Unit was dispatched, but by the time thatbi-alimentary bastard was done with his snack, all the Form Shifters andall of their tricks couldn't put Sador back in shape again.>Thanks for checking in - I was beginning to think you'd forgotten all aboutme.Forget about you? How could I forget about you when your words and tunes fill the main rooms, basement dungeons and attics of my life?I turn off the stereo, and even then, still, there you are either in yourown voice or Jerry's... flappin' your gums about cowboys and enigmas,hard choices and bad choices, ladies fair and too clever... they perhapsbein' forces implicit in Nature and never taught in school. Whatever thesong is about, it's usually somethin' that somehow brings a smile or asweet tear.. sometimes it turns that wheel a bit furthur... sometimesit just greases that wheel.Well, anyhow, I haven't been gone, really; just restraining my typicalvociferation. Hate to hog the bandwidth, as much as I love to go on aboutthings. Been hanging back and taking in the journals and the lettersfrom our friends; thinking about things rather than always trying to bethe first in the class to raise my hand. So...I remain yours in obstreperous confabulation,Steve"If there's no dancing, count me out!"American Anarchist Emma Goldman,on the Russian Revolution of '17And with that, station K9Luna leaves the air. Take up the discussion across the road at the conference group and make a joyous noise to crackle across the internet! I've given all I have to give here, and more that this I cannot give. I need some downtime bad. It's been nigh on to nine months now and the child of DeadNet is delivered kicking and squalling. Do well by it. Raise it right. Wrap the babe in scarlet covers, call it your own.[Postoffice][Archive] [Indexl