<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:47:14.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eCult</title><subtitle type='html'>Making the intangible tangible since 2002</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-111049284679065546</id><published>2005-03-10T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T17:14:06.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dav Clark and eCult have a new home</title><summary type='text'>Please return to using ecult.org!  Or just use this link to go to:Dav Clark's eCult</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/111049284679065546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/111049284679065546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2005/03/dav-clark-and-ecult-have-new-home.html' title='Dav Clark and eCult have a new home'/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-110731898053299426</id><published>2005-02-01T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T12:36:04.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open Invitation for February 12, 2005</title><summary type='text'>PLEASE DISTRIBUTE OR MODIFY IN WHATEVER MANNER YOU WISHAmerica, you're in a fine pickle.  You adorn your tailgates with "Support Our Troops" magnets.  But America, that also makes you mad.  Do you know where you're coming from?Christo will help you look at Central Park with The Gates.  On hiswebsite, he calls The Gates "a democratic expression that Olmsted invoked when he conceived a '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/110731898053299426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/110731898053299426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2005/02/open-invitation-for-february-12-2005.html' title='An Open Invitation for February 12, 2005'/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-110600753987027902</id><published>2005-01-17T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T09:17:29.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gates/Support Our Troops!</title><summary type='text'>There is little time for explanation.On Saturday, February 12, you are invited to temporarily vandalize The Gates, by Christo and Jeanne Claude.  The Gates do not make sense.  But Christo and Jeanne Claude have $20 million that says it doesn't matter, including a $3 million donation to the city (more here).  Besides, The Gates will be wonderful.Our country is now full of magnetic ribbons, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/110600753987027902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/110600753987027902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2005/01/gatessupport-our-troops.html' title='The Gates/Support Our Troops!'/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-110505488668281487</id><published>2005-01-06T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T18:41:26.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Neighborhood</title><summary type='text'>A man hails me on the street.  I say hello.He says, "What're you doing up here."  "I live just down the street.""You should be down in the East Village.  Ain't nobody up here but niggers, crackheads and prostitutes.""I like it here," say I, "You know Clinton's up here too.""Yeah.  Nothing we can do about that."The woman in Harlem Vintage is trying to help us find a good house red for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/110505488668281487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/110505488668281487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-neighborhood.html' title='My Neighborhood'/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-110186526150580132</id><published>2004-11-30T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T12:05:07.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Followed by a Year of Order</title><summary type='text'>Some will claim that it was not a Year of Chaos that preceeded it.  Some because they feel my life remained all in all pretty tame.  Others because they feel that I should not call August 2003 - October 2004 a "year."Be that as it may, I'm now on a lease keeping me in Manhattan until exactly one year hence.  Which, I feel, is cause for celebration.  So do please come:11 December 2004A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/110186526150580132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/110186526150580132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/11/followed-by-year-of-order.html' title='Followed by a Year of Order'/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-110092600016438680</id><published>2004-11-19T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T20:22:14.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place to Live (That Goes to 11)</title><summary type='text'>[UPDATE - Tom just measured the hallway.  It is 11 fathoms long. (How long?)]So here I am, sitting in apartment 5C of 1845 Adam Clayton Powell, Jr. Blvd.  It is unique in many ways.  It is, for one, the largest apartment I have ever seen in Manhattan.  But as far as uniqueness goes, it pales in comparison to the radical faerie houses, anarcho-syndicalist squat spaces, indian reservations </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/110092600016438680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/110092600016438680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/11/place-to-live-that-goes-to-11.html' title='A Place to Live (That Goes to 11)'/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-109934480555273926</id><published>2004-11-01T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T18:28:15.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to a Rock Star</title><summary type='text'>That night I found myself in the bed of another woman, and she is happy to have me back when I need a place to stay.  My life continues to mirror yours.  But the world is a good friend to me.  She was nurturing and kind, not demanding and expectant.  I needed this.  Even in my world, I felt fragile.  The demands placed upon your strength...  they are certainly beyond my power.The next morning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/109934480555273926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/109934480555273926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/11/letter-to-rock-star.html' title='Letter to a Rock Star'/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-109909267407053591</id><published>2004-10-28T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T00:53:38.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadway the Hard Way, an Apocolypse</title><summary type='text'>I haven't gotten any of the jobs that held promise.  The jobs I've had have cost more than they've paid.  My releations with women have beenan exploration of the many varieties of folly.  And, worst of all, I am continually beset by technical difficulties.  Thus provisioned, I'm packing into my old Buick LeSabre, and heading to New York to Make it Big in the Big Apple.Which I've got to say is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/109909267407053591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/109909267407053591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/10/broadway-hard-way-apocolypse.html' title='Broadway the Hard Way, an Apocolypse'/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-109354098171181347</id><published>2004-08-26T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T13:23:01.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig Roast This Weekend!</title><summary type='text'>I'm headin' down to the Eastern Shore of Maryland, referred to as "The Outhouse of Maryland" by former Governor Schaefer!  We gonna have us a pig roast up in th' grand style!Anyway, contact me if you're interested in joining me this Saturday during the afternoon for this fine event.  Below is a promotional rap that I wrote for it:People listen and understand.Tom n' me getting nice,wit' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/109354098171181347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/109354098171181347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/08/pig-roast-this-weekend.html' title='Pig Roast This Weekend!'/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-109269326890649187</id><published>2004-08-16T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T20:13:03.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Day in the Morning do I Need a Job!</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm back now, and I've had many adventures.  You can read about some of them on this other fine blog. I've gotten way tricked out with the israeli kung fu and am now certified to teach courses on stuff you've probably never considered doing. Like standing up with less effort.But the main thing for now is that I'm looking for a job.  I have both a tech resume and an artsy visionary resume. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/109269326890649187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/109269326890649187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/08/great-day-in-morning-do-i-need-job.html' title='Great Day in the Morning do I Need a Job!'/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-108623218204790375</id><published>2004-06-02T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T23:09:42.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are so many things I'd like to write about but probably won't get around to.I'm sorry.For now I'm trying real hard to get this workshop up and awesome.  Please help if you feel you can.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108623218204790375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108623218204790375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/06/there-are-so-many-things-id-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-108509064176841366</id><published>2004-05-20T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T01:21:42.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Living in the FutureSo, I've been wandering around without a phone for a while now.  Maybe you are one of the fine people that has suffered at this fact.Suffer no longer.When you dial 443-451-2677, your call will be transferred via highly trained gnomes to The Internet.  And from now on, I'll try to keep The Internet up to date on how to find me.Anywhere I go with a broadband connection -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108509064176841366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108509064176841366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/05/living-in-future-so-ive-been-wandering.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-108484269371669694</id><published>2004-05-17T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T15:57:55.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Encountering a Man who Wishes to Remain Unnamed</title><summary type='text'>NOTE - this post has been edited to remove the name of a person who does not wish to be associated with anything with the word "cult" in it's title.May 7-10 was the New England Feldenkrais celebration of Moshe's Centennial.  We don't actually know when he was born, but we think we're close on this one.  It's kind of like Christmas, except not based on a pagan holiday.But I digress.This weekend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108484269371669694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108484269371669694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/05/encountering-man-who-wishes-to-remain.html' title='Encountering a Man who Wishes to Remain Unnamed'/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-108458654804630357</id><published>2004-05-14T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T22:02:28.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 May 2004Am I doing alright?Two nights ago, after rocking out with Vince, I got a ride to the DCMetro stop with our lead guitarist.  The last downtown trainapparently leaves college park a little after 11:30pm.  Unfortunatelyfor our hero, it was already after midnight.  And my ride was longgone by the time we had come to this point of realization in thestory.So, I resolved to get back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108458654804630357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108458654804630357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/05/1-may-2004-am-i-doing-alright-two.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-108302337512199940</id><published>2004-04-26T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T19:59:26.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it's been 24 days since I didn't get a job and I told you all about it.  Then I said I'd be writing more.  Well, I guess I shouldn't have promised that.A great deal has happened since then.  After wallowing around for a few days, the DC Congress of Jugglers came around.  And I'm still a spiff enough juggler to be happy with myself.  Although I'm certainly not as awesome as this guy, I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108302337512199940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108302337512199940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-its-been-24-days-since-i-didnt-get.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-108128021370003690</id><published>2004-04-06T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T19:57:42.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Winter, 2003Cambridge, MADuring some work for the Lowell House Opera, I lost one of my gloves.  I'd say that I was actually more upset that the gloves had been rendered useless in their separation.  The fact that I couldn't use them anymore was only a secondary annoyance.  But then one day when I was buying a spare change newspaper, I saw that the guy was wearing only one glove.  My glove.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108128021370003690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108128021370003690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/04/winter-2003-cambridge-ma-during-some.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-108094198892980128</id><published>2004-04-02T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:43:23.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's amazing what a difference five minutes can make.I had the perfect job lined up, I was riding high.  Then I went to talk to Dr. Hendler, my soon-to-be employer about it, and it turns out he's got $400,000 locked up in some kind of beaurocratic snafu.  One of the many side-effects of this state of affairs is that there is no money to hire a programmer for the lab.I would have expected to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108094198892980128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108094198892980128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-amazing-what-difference-five.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-108085198806570183</id><published>2004-04-01T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T15:43:21.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was originally written as an e-mail to Ginger Hoffman.  We were talking about T-mobile's internet connection plan.  She asked me where I was at.Eventually I'll have a sytem that let's me integrate portions of my correspondence seamlessly into my public presence, but for now it's command-C, command-V!Now I know and I'm ready to go.  I'm lyrical, but don't get hysterical.  My cell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108085198806570183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108085198806570183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/04/this-was-originally-written-as-e-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-108068127478265799</id><published>2004-03-30T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T16:24:13.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First off, let me just say that I had to leave at the butt crack of dawn from San Francisco.  Now, I suppose I could have gotten up 1.5 hours earlier to ensure that I had time to wait around for the dryer to finish and make the bed again.  But I just couldn't manage.Please don't let this negatively affect your decision as to whether or not I should be allowed to come stay with you some day, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108068127478265799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/108068127478265799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/03/first-off-let-me-just-say-that-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-107964284928126570</id><published>2004-03-18T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T15:50:43.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meredith's Guest PostI completely forgot that I can post on this site. Dav got back to North America from his travels sometime around the end of February/beginning of March, and he stayed at my place in San Francisco for a few days. We cuddled while discussing the various things going on in our lives. He's going back to his parents in Maryland for a little while, the last I heard.I had to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/107964284928126570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/107964284928126570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/03/merediths-guest-post-i-completely.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-107699277682512402</id><published>2004-02-16T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T23:42:11.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Susan Orlean, author of "The Orchid Theif" (which was made into per haps the most post-modern movie of all times - Adaptation) has written about the setting for this entry.  She goes on in her rambling way that makes me think, "Hell, I could be a staff writer for The New Yorker."  But when, 13 hours later, I've almost made it to the bottom of her article, I realize that I probably don't have her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/107699277682512402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/107699277682512402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/02/susan-orlean-author-of-orchid-theif.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-107639033877577827</id><published>2004-02-10T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T07:57:19.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEWSDear god do I need cotton swabs!But anyway, I'm here in Pinang now.  I experienced one of them crazy festivals, Tai Pusam.  It was at the Batu Caves in Kuala Lumpur.  You know the type, where the Hindus go into a trance and stick large hooks and steel rods through their bodies and they don't bleed or feel pain.  Oh, and I got there at 4am, expecting to camp out and wait for it to start - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/107639033877577827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/107639033877577827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/02/news-dear-god-do-i-need-cotton-swabs.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-107586704849235332</id><published>2004-02-03T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:59:45.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm heading back soon.  I have a lot to tell, but I'm not gong to type it up now.If you find a cheap turbo-diesel, preferably a mercedes, audi or VW, let me know.  I would very much like one for starting work on my biodiesel dreams.Please consider getting yourself a FOAF file at the FOAF-a-maticThen let me know where you put the resulting file, and we'll start getting linked together.  You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/107586704849235332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/107586704849235332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-heading-back-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-107217647911452082</id><published>2003-12-23T05:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T05:49:46.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>23 Dec 2003Molden, AustraliaSo, I'm busy with other computer things and need to keep the RSI at bay, so I'm not writing much for you folk these days.But, I am on a permaculture farm run by a yoga guru.  Her partner is a baker/auto mechanic/salvage carpenter.  They have a fleet of Ford Fairlanes which have been largely converted to CNG.  There is a goat.  There are two cockatoos.  I'm working</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/107217647911452082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/107217647911452082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/12/23-dec-2003-molden-australia-so-im.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-107181513168353914</id><published>2003-12-19T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T01:26:47.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>19 Dec 2003Castlemain, NSW, OzOK - been writing still, but not publishing too soon...But in the meantime, here is my first stab at putting up pictures:http://homepage.mac.com/lancebright/PhotoAlbum1.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/107181513168353914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/107181513168353914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/12/19-dec-2003-castlemain-nsw-oz-ok-been.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-107152967880442422</id><published>2003-12-15T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T18:09:10.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>15 Dec 2003Melborne, OzSo, I've been in Oz for a while now.  And boy is it expensive.  Luckily, today I drop out of society and hang out with the hippies on the farms.But, some interesting things.  For one, both Sydney and Melborne have public, sanctioned graffiti.  This is a cool thing.The other thing is that Saddam took up the whole front page of everything and all the broadcasts and so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/107152967880442422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/107152967880442422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/12/15-dec-2003-melborne-oz-so-ive-been-in.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-107053849444145991</id><published>2003-12-04T06:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T06:49:10.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4 Dec 2003Thong Sala, Koh Pangan, ThailandJust finished up at the Sanctuary.  There are more and more things that I write that don't make it on-line.To my reading public, I am truly sorry.  Anyway, hopefully at some point.Paul Ford is doing everything I want to do, just about, with FTrain.  You should check it out.In other news, I'm done at The Sanctuary.  I have new Kung Fu for massage </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/107053849444145991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/107053849444145991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/12/4-dec-2003-thong-sala-koh-pangan.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-106948115186307185</id><published>2003-11-22T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T01:06:30.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>17 Nov 2003Lamai Beach, Koh Samui, ThailandSo I'm sitting in this sort of outdoor bar.  There were two girls there, and this being the off season, they both cozy up to me when I sit down.  The more aggresive one, who seems to have better english skills, sits next to me.  She adopts what is apparently the standard position which is to sort of wrap her arms around mine so that I could easily </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106948115186307185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106948115186307185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/11/17-nov-2003-lamai-beach-koh-samui.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-106898482221077843</id><published>2003-11-16T06:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T07:14:10.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>16 Nov 2003OK - so it's way too hard for me to even come close to documenting my trip at this point.  I'm going to try to keep up on it on my laptop and then get the juiciest bits on-line for now.  I'm working on an idea for a big interleaved biography/fiction that I'll maybe never get up and running on the web.  But I might.So, Bangkok.  Met some more cool people there.  Danced with some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106898482221077843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106898482221077843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/11/16-nov-2003-ok-so-its-way-too-hard-for.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-106825745691281660</id><published>2003-11-07T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T21:11:17.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8 Nov 2003Wow.Yesterday I had one of those moments walking down the street.  I just looked around at all these happy friendly people and said, "The Thai People really do have it All Figured Out."  Shortly thereafter, I was sitting with my feet hanging over a canal and eating a bag of fried vegetarian stuff.  Great meal for 20 Bhat, or about .50 USD.  Meals are available for 10 Bhat though...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106825745691281660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106825745691281660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/11/8-nov-2003-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-106779665859470046</id><published>2003-11-02T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T13:11:12.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK - so I'm in a cyber-cafe in Hong Kong.  People are fragging other people left and right.  It's all ZAP! GRR! FWOOSH! AHH!I have not time to write now.  Trust, however, that a lot has happened.Remember, if you want to meet up this side of the Pac, gimme a e-mail.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106779665859470046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106779665859470046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/11/ok-so-im-in-cyber-cafe-in-hong-kong.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-106672334178080555</id><published>2003-10-21T04:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T04:02:21.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>21 October, 2003This is still the same writing session, but it's after midnight now...So after the party Sawyer, Nanka and I went up to Humboldt again.  We left Nanka off on the highway to hitch the rest of the way from Redwood to Arcata and set off to Petrolia.So we took care of some house business, I got my therm-a-rest back, we mixed some dextrose into the 200-gallon basin of wine.  Then</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106672334178080555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106672334178080555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/10/21-october-2003-this-is-still-same.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-106672326108441253</id><published>2003-10-21T04:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T04:01:01.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>20 October, 2003Note the new date format.  It's the one everyone else in the world uses.  You should spell out the month.  At least 3 letters.  It's ambiguous otherwise.But enough of that Soapbox stuff.Of some interest to me is that I'm aggressively exploring Friendster now.  Please be my friend - I am simply Dav Clark there.  Invite me.You may have noticed that the frequency of posting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106672326108441253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106672326108441253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/10/20-october-2003-note-new-date-format.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-106623365317064981</id><published>2003-10-15T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T12:00:53.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>October 15, 2003Well, as you might imagine from the fact that I haven't written anything in 10 days, a lot has happened since the last entry.  I actually did an audio journal entry on minidisc, but you'll probably never get to hear that.  So, I'll recap that as well.I drove down to Humboldt County, CA.  Humboldt is basically my idea of paradise, except that housing prices are really high.  So</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106623365317064981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106623365317064981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/10/october-15-2003-well-as-you-might.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-106542267813663308</id><published>2003-10-06T02:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T02:44:37.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>October 5, 2003So I talked to a bunch of people today.  I felt a need to reach out because I was confused.  I had lost focus.  According to at least one source, my writing is cryptic and difficult to penetrate.Sucks for you.Seriously though, it would be awesome if people were a bit more interactive with me on this journal thing.  I mean, you're obviously reading this - receiving all kinds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106542267813663308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106542267813663308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/10/october-5-2003-so-i-talked-to-bunch-of.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-106516454973647286</id><published>2003-10-03T03:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T03:02:29.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>October 2, 2003So Seattle's been good to me.  Sure, I've had some stuff sitting outside John's house in a bag for days now, but that's not Seattle's fault.  Seattle has in fact been providing me with valuable life lessons.Yesterday evening, I planned to meet my brother, Derek, for dinner.  He's reporting to Seattle to go out on some NSA-run nuclear sub doo-dad.  Yeah.  So, of course, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106516454973647286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106516454973647286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/10/october-2-2003-so-seattles-been-good.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-106477253558993907</id><published>2003-09-28T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T14:14:09.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>September 28, 2003I was in Washington State, heading down 90.  It was right at that time of the day when the sun is a blazing ball of nuclear fire bearing down with all of its might on those foolish enough to be trying to drive west at the time.  Like me.  So I guess it's no suprise that I missed my turn off (or rather failed to miss the wrong turn off) in Spokane.  So I lost time, I was Tired </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106477253558993907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106477253558993907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/09/september-28-2003-i-was-in-washington.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-106468182241172249</id><published>2003-09-27T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T12:57:01.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>September 24, 2003This will be short because I just typed in the hand written entry from 9/18.In short, I did Clearfork.  It was a pretty awesome time, and a great example of What I'm Talking About.  A lot of driving, sure, but awesome.  It was good to see Danielle again and meet more of her friends and family.  There was some rockin' good music and nature to be had.  Highlights included:- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106468182241172249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106468182241172249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/09/september-24-2003-this-will-be-short.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-106468174316418768</id><published>2003-09-27T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T12:55:42.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>September 18, 2003Monday night, Stig convinced me to go on a trip north with him.  I had been standing outside of the Castro (a movie theater in the Castro (a region of San Francisco around the Castro (a street))).  We had in fact been talking about doing this fora while, but I had come a hairs bredth from seeing the Animators' Festival - put on by Mike Judge and Don Hertzfeld, who combined </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106468174316418768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106468174316418768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/09/september-18-2003-monday-night-stig.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-106355952552840742</id><published>2003-09-14T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T13:40:47.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>September 13, 2003Finally achieved the point today where I had competing social engagements.  One of them was to help Elaine (the chellist from last night's bonfire) move into their new home.  Lucky for me, she ended up having that one under control.  So, I ended up joining a merry foursome to go to a members-only event at the Yerba Buena.  It was a talk/demo of some modern music centered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106355952552840742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106355952552840742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/09/september-13-2003-finally-achieved.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-106355942121611231</id><published>2003-09-14T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T13:10:21.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>September 12, 2003Yesterday was The Berkeley Juggling Club, which was a better experience than expected.  Cool kids and there's a solid contingent of badass club-passers.  Some of 'em into some good sustainable livin'.  All of 'em have a generally great attitude.  They were certainly patient with me trying to get in on patterns that were too much for my little juggling impoverished mind (I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106355942121611231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106355942121611231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/09/september-12-2003-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-106326102810048879</id><published>2003-09-11T02:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T02:17:08.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sept 10, 2003So it's been a week now back in civilization and I'm still struggling to get things down in words.It's easy for me to get distracted - especially since the writing process is so slow, and there are so many other interests to distract me.I've spent the past few days with some technological visionaries - Stig Hackvan and Ben.  Also present was Delphine (which is probably spelled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106326102810048879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106326102810048879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/09/sept-10-2003-so-its-been-week-now-back.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-106318475264647929</id><published>2003-09-10T05:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T05:17:15.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's hard to know where to begin.  I'm still very tired, even though I've been doing little more than rest and take care of basic daily existence stuff for two days.  But I've finally recovered enough to try to put some of these experiences and thoughts in order.  Like as not, I'll go back and revise this later.  And do bear in mind that sometimes I don't remember things clearly.  When this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106318475264647929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/106318475264647929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/09/its-hard-to-know-where-to-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-105889048401039494</id><published>2003-07-22T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T12:14:43.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEWS - Where am I going?So, the real estate thing is wrapping up.  I've learned what was there for me to learn.  And now I've found myself essentially untethered for the first time ever.  So I'm leaving for a while.The itinerary includes a cross-country road trip to Burning Man, a tour of the Pacific Northwest and potentially trips to Australia and/or Southeast Asia to study permaculture and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/105889048401039494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/105889048401039494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/07/news-where-am-i-going-so-real-estate.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-95482553</id><published>2003-06-09T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T18:09:34.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEWS - Where have I been?Well, I'm still doing the real estate thing.  But I'm gearing up for some of the most ambitious projects yet.  Hopefully I'll find a better way of publicizing them in the future than some lame website.In the immediate term, I've been networking about stabilizing arts communities via creating spaces for them.  If you are interested in this, please contact me.  My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/95482553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/95482553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/06/news-where-have-i-been-well-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-91494695</id><published>2003-03-27T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T13:45:42.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EVENT - Ritual Dim SumSunday, March 30At Emperor's Garden Restaurant, Chinatown-BostonFirst Ever! (At the Regular Time!)Poorly Publicized!That's right, this Sunday at eLeven fifty-nine in the morning, we'll have Brunch, er I mean Dim Sum at Emperor's Garden.The reason I chose this restaurant is because it's huge.  So, we shouldn't have to wait an hour or whatever.In other news, I now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/91494695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/91494695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/03/event-ritual-dim-sum-sunday-march-30.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-90488346</id><published>2003-03-10T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T19:29:45.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EVENT - Nufonia Must FallThursday, March 13At the Brattle TheatreYou may have seen Kid Koala touring with Radiohead.  He's one of my favorite people.  A genius.Anyway, He's doing two shows for his new book this thursday, and I am so there.  Feel free to join me.Also - I'm ramping up to an official Ritual Dim Sum soon (now that I'm in Chinatown), but if anyone wants to do that this Sunday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/90488346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/90488346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/03/event-nufonia-must-fall-thursday-march.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-90193492</id><published>2003-03-05T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T15:47:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EVENT - LOWELL HOUSE OPERAMarch 7-15At one of Cambridge's many Whoop-de-do UniversitiesI am the technical director and a chorus member for the Lowell House Opera, which could possibly be the Longest Running Opera in New England.  It is almost without a doubt the longest running opera performed in a dining hall in New England.  I know you're thinking, "A dining hall?  Que loco!", but this is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/90193492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/90193492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/03/event-lowell-house-opera-march-7-15-at.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-88495238</id><published>2003-02-03T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T17:36:14.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EVENT - VALENTINE'S AT THE ONIJanuary 14At the Oni GallerySo I disappeared for a while, but now I've got a studio at the Oni and I'll be more active from here on out.Next thing on the horizon is an event at the Oni on Valentine's day - "What went wrong?"  There will be music, readings and the closing of the Wall of Ex's.  I'll be offering a public explanation of why I'm so messed up.  Well</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/88495238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/88495238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2003/02/event-valentines-at-oni-january-14-at.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-86093237</id><published>2002-12-16T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T00:23:30.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VOICE INSTITUTE WORKSHOPJanuary 4th &amp; 5thAt the Oni GalleryThis is not your mother's voice workshop.  What yoga is to excercise, the Voice Institute is to vocal training.  There's something there for everyone - not just singing/acting types.Refer another participant and you can get $60 off to keep or share.  See the official site for more information.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/86093237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/86093237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2002/12/voice-institute-workshop-january-4th.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-85705373</id><published>2002-12-08T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T16:36:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UPDATED - NOW WITH FORMS!The Human Petting Zoo, powered by eCultFriday 13, December 20028pm 'tilThis coming Friday is The Oni Gallery's gala fund raising event.  Come join in the fun so that we don't run out of money and die!Sure, if you're one of the proles you'll be paying $15 to get in.  Which is a bargain, look you - as snacks and beverages are included along with a line up of live </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/85705373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/85705373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2002/12/updated-now-with-forms-human-petting.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-85127001</id><published>2002-11-26T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T16:26:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boston Ritual Brunch, powered by eCultThis Sunday, Dec 1, come join us at The Oni Gallery for:Thanksgiving Ninja* Ritual Brunch, powered by eCult.The official start time, as always, is eLeven fifty-nine am.  Almost no-one shows up before 1, though.  When you show up at the gallery, we'll buzz you in via the callbox.If you're like me, your Thanksgiving meal is so rediculously overabundant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/85127001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/85127001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2002/11/boston-ritual-brunch-powered-by-ecult.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-84728709</id><published>2002-11-18T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T17:46:09.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEWS (sorta)So, it turns out that people showed up at my house for brunch on Sunday, even though it wasn't there.  Please note that there are now events both in Boston and in San Francisco being advertized here.  You can tell if it's a San Francisco brunch by the tell-tale 'SF' before the brunch.  The Boston brunches will be marked with an equally inscrutable 'Boston' modifier.You have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/84728709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/84728709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2002/11/news-sorta-so-it-turns-out-that-people.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-84585766</id><published>2002-11-15T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T13:05:54.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SF Ritual Brunch, powered by eCultthis month: *** kiddie/porn brunch ***sunday, november 17noon onwardyour mission, if you choose to accept it (but you're welcome to simply bring your fabulous self), is to dress and/or bring food that appeals to either the aura of kiddie and/or porn WITHOUT making kiddie porn which, as we all know, is ILLEGAL.kiddie/porn thingies already planned:* we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/84585766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/84585766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2002/11/sf-ritual-brunch-powered-by-ecult-this.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-84567924</id><published>2002-11-15T03:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T19:51:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEWSSo (at her request) Meredith has been invited to be a contributing member to eCult.org.  An eCult celebrant from way back in the early days (this past summer), she has now taken Ritual Brunch to San Francisco.If I'm John the Baptist, then Meredith is my Jesus.  Or maybe I'm Jesus and she's Peter or someone like that.  In any case, one of us is definately Jesus.  Metaphorically, I mean.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/84567924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/84567924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2002/11/news-so-at-her-request-meredith-has.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-84543347</id><published>2002-11-14T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T17:36:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UPDATED AGAINEVENT - Mon/Tue - Nov 18/19 - Late night/early morningThe Leonids, powered by eCultUPDATES:So, according to to the Leonid storm flux estimator, the Leonids will start to ramp up around 3am on Monday night.  They will be best viewed from a mountaintop, where they will reach a maximum flux of 4,195 at approximately 5:20am (what does that number mean?  I don't know - but it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/84543347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/84543347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2002/11/updated-again-event-montue-nov-1819.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-84435512</id><published>2002-11-12T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T15:51:04.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EVENT - Sat - Nov 16 - 8pm Gallery Opening, powered by eCultThis saturday at the Oni Gallery, we'll be proferring our first batch of Oni gallery homebrew.  As official brewmaster, I cordially invite you to attend.  Door is just $5, and you get all the homebrew you care to drink along with homestyle hippie snackie food.Said proffering will occur during the opening for Luanne E. Witkowski's '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/84435512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/84435512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2002/11/event-sat-nov-16-8pm-gallery-opening.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-84246635</id><published>2002-11-08T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T16:26:39.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DOGMA0 - There is no dogmaOne of the more common myths we participate in is that we believe, or are even capable of believing the same thing as the person sitting next to us during the religious services of our choice.  (If you happen to be an atheist, I invite you to use your towering intelect to modify that statement to suit your life.)We have all been exposed to the teachings of Moses, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/84246635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/84246635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2002/11/dogma-0-there-is-no-dogma-one-of-more.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-84080583</id><published>2002-11-05T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T17:00:29.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vote Green!If you haven't voted yet, you likely have until 8pm to do so.  If you are clueless, you can find out more at the Mass elections board, or by calling 617-349-4361 in Cambridge or 617-625-6600 in Somerville.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/84080583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/84080583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2002/11/vote-green-if-you-havent-voted-yet-you.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-84020980</id><published>2002-11-04T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T12:58:16.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Birthday Party, powered by eCult.Friday - November 8 - 9:30 pmYou certainly don't need to be encouraged to go to  The Good Time Emporium  in beautiful Assembly Sq. (accessible via 90 and 92 buses), where you can enjoy bowling alley style eats with all the fixin's, laser tag and batting cages without ever leaving the comforting expanse of 83,000 sq. ft. of open concrete.  But this friday, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/84020980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/84020980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2002/11/my-birthday-party-powered-by-ecult.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-83892467</id><published>2002-11-01T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T16:45:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing to do with your Saturday?Meet us at The Parking Lot by the MIT Bio Building at 8:30.  We'll be heading to Long Island (Boston Harbor, not New York) for the day to transplant trees.  One car will be returning around 1pm, the other around 5pm.  Continental breakfast and lunch will be provided.Dress to work in dirt!  Ponchos will be available if it rains.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/83892467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/83892467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2002/11/nothing-to-do-with-your-saturday-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898920.post-83702648</id><published>2002-10-29T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T17:30:29.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, since I'm lazy, I'm doing this on blogger for now instead of creating a real web site.  Maybe one day, this will get consumed by a larger project.  One can only hope.For the time being, I will use this site to:1) Proselytize2) Organize "powered by eCult" events3) Disseminate noteworthy newsAnd yes, I am being purposefully misleading.  It's good for you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/83702648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898920/posts/default/83702648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecult.blogspot.com/2002/10/so-since-im-lazy-im-doing-this-on.html' title=''/><author><name>DC Dav Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501779732158433393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://ecult.org/dav-bman.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
