Zine Scene

By the time I was in my thirties I had a shoebox full of tickets. Most of the tickets were for music concerts, but there were also sporting event tickets and a few lift tickets from ski resorts. So I guess that says a lot about me; in my life I was mainly a spectator. I did play a lot of sports like city league softball, and hundreds of games of pick-up or work/school/social related volleyball, basketball, croquet, and golf; but no one would have ever paid to see me play.

I have diagnosed with a rare skin sarcoma (DFSP) on my lower abdomen. It is not very aggressive at all, at least on the surface. But it turns out I've had this sarcoma for >40 years, though until recently I thought it was a birthmark. DFSP has a reputation for putting out roots or going deeper. I often have discomfort in this area.  I would like an MRI to see if I have any type of internal mass in the area of the DFSP tumor. I also have cloudy urine fairly often and would like a Cat Scan to see if I have any kidney stones; both my parents were hospitalized for very painful kidney stones. My urine flow is pretty weak, and I get up to urinate at least a couple times every night. I would like an MRI to see if I have BPH.

So as far as other strange things happening at hot springs, most of them are much more pleasant than the Cookie bandit saga anyways. Usually hot springs are pretty tranquil places, but sometimes at night there are totally wild parties. Most of the total blow out parties I experienced were at Spence Hot spring near Jemez Springs New Mexico. The strangest party was a full on cybergoth affair, almost all the people kept their clothes on, which is the opposite of what usually happens. One young hesher was sitting in the hot pools with his long padded black trench coat. Several women were wearing their goth victorian-esque hats with dayglo wigs. There were candles everywhere, including floating on the water. The candles were on top of frisbees with light sticks underneath, which created a strange underwater glow.  They were taking a lot of photos, including underwater photos, so maybe it was an artsy photo shoot. They were playing electronic music of some sort . They weren't drinking or

There are still some Internet search results for the Love Israel cult including some video of their annual Garlic Fest. Basically they were a cult that started in Seattle Washington, and at their height they owned property and/or had communes in Washington, Alaska and Hawaii. There is a documentary called "It Takes a Cult. " They were semi-famous for having Steve Allen's son in the cult for awhile. I was a roadie for a band that played their Garlic fest in Arlington WA in 2003, and I went ahead of the band and volunteered to work the festival for a week. I didn't even know it was a cult till I got there, so that was real strange. The most distinctive thing about the cult, besides their leader, was that they had all taken new names. They all used the same last name Israel, but they all had first names which were some kind of virtue; like Honesty Israel, Compassion Israel, etc. The leader was Love Israel, and he was real amusing. As cult leaders go he wasn't real b

I did the Food not Bombs thing in Albuquerque on and off for several years from 2001-2012. In the early years for me it was a real nice group thing with a bunch of people (~10-15 people) from the La Montanita Coop. It was a lot of fun, we usually met a someone's house and it was a house party, and then we took our food to downtown ABQ to feed ~100 people. Food Not Bombs doesn't seem real active anymore, it rarely even happens in Madison, WI anymore. In the later years there seemed to be more political drama with Food Not Bombs, and usually there were only 2-3 people, sometimes it was a solo act. So I was doing Food Not Bombs with one other person in 2011 at the UNM, and we were occasionally calling out "Free Lunch", "Food not McDonalds", "Free Food, not bad" etc; when this yuppie suit type came up and asked me, "So, What's the Catch?" I thought that was real amusing so I replied," Well, if we give y'all Free Food, then some

Martin Stamper didn't want me at his going away party