Thursday, January 27, 2000
How do I get there from here?
On one of the mailing lists I'm on, a member posted her snailmail address, fairly confident that no one could find her place, living way out in the country like she does.
Five minutes at MapQuest and I had directions from my house in Lower Sheol to her house in Wisconsin (something like 1,750 miles door to door).
I also found another site, Etak, which does the same thing (pretty much got the same directions) plus gives out latitude and longitude information as well.
I've yet to hear back to see if the directions were any good or not.
White people with dreadlocks. What a long strange trip it's been.
So a friend comes by and takes me to this bar along the ocean (forgot the name of the bar) because a mutual friend of ours is the keyboardist for the Grateful Dead coverband Crazy Fingers (out of Ft. Lauderdale).
I'm not overly ga-ga over the Grateful Dead like most Dead Heads are, and I'm not into that whole Hippy thang either. But at the bar there were plenty of aging Hippies, neo-Hippies, HippyChicks, tie dye shirts, Birkenstocks and long flowing skirts, and white people with Dreadlocks. White people with Dreadlocks.
White people with Dreadlocks!
Typical Americans to co-opt what was a rebel statment against the whites and make it a fasion statement.
White people with Dreadlocks.
Anyway.
It was also amusing to see how many Dead Heads were into The Industry. I met at least five people who worked at various jobs within the Industry and there were probably more. My friend the keyboardist, is also in The Industry. He's also a paper millionaire, having sold his website for an ungodly amount to another company.
I think I have an easier time with a millionaire playing in a Grateful Dead coverband than I do with white people with Dreadlocks.
