Brothers, and sisters,
Memories are indeed fading, but I will return to "Memoirs of the None Existent Dance Poll" one day, not now but soon...
My brain pan is boiling -- questions arise at every turn with the seventy eight.
The Tarot is a freak marvel... I'm into using ideas from the mad 78 to kick into Sketch-Up, as in yeah.
Jack bird hook up with that action, it's a curve magnet, but more...
Bring it.
But then again, it's hard to learn, or pick up on. A bit like porn (my brand -- yeah -- Stunt Porn), you don't always know what's going work for you, or why, but check it out any way with hopes of deeper insight.
But, regarding my walk on the "pathless path," I'm eating yards of tangled string, each strand tied to another wonder (though challenging, said strings are a rock star super food, spun from rich fibers of both questions, and mad insight -- and yes, beer goes well with this heady dish).
Sure, I'm Jack bird reading, and scribbling (meta maps, baby, hooking above mentioned strings into knots, and weaves), but always looking for a better compass, or a fellow traveler to point the way.
Night before night last, I had to drop by the corner for Camels, was chatting with Bruce (did I mention he can make change with that single like there's no tomorrow? Yeah he can, and shuffle a deck of cards like a windmill in a thunderstorm -- spooky), so, I'm chatting with him about the proper way to do Jack bird who knows what, and without warning, he donkeys down under the counter, and comes up with half a book -- I mean a book torn in half.
"Some "filly" left this next to the Ruffles. This "devil stuff" gives me the warm Willies."
He hands me the half book -- The Pictorial Key to the Tarot. On the front of it is scrbbled a name in pen, Lilly Cane (don't know that number), but she has nice printing.
"Your into this mumbo jumbo, ain't ya, DH?"
He flips it at me like it's on fire.
"Keep it. If that girly girl comes around, I'll send her around."
Sometimes old Bruce sounds a good bit like Jack bird Yoda -- "Take you to him, I will, or make moundings of barn thunder" -- Right on you little disappointing green sward swinger, sad wielder of the no longer cool force...
So hit the web, and get into Crowley.
Durant "pipe in when you see one" Hapke