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Harvard beat Yale yesterday to obtain sole possession of Ivy League crown...Thought I would go back to the Vaults and run my writeup of my trip to see Harvard play football. Twas a Tweetfest. Thisll suffice the site I suppose until end of year music awards maybe. In case anyone out there was saying Get a life! In October, thinking I have never been to Harvard Stadium, an old concrete bowl by the Charles that Van Morrison made immortal in  Brown Eyed Gir l making love in the green grass behind the stadium...I head out via subway.  Old Harvard Square to go. The essential American Fall Saturday event to encounter. Once there I tweet.  I sat next to Cornell band, and that sort of set the tone. # hahvad  This day is my homage to damon runyon author of  hold them yale # hahvad  stadium watching football literally. See it arc in the air. #Hahvad stadium; twenty 11 yearolds ready to receive field goal kick ...

Jeff DeMark, Jack Vaughan, Jim Mazik, August 1974, Boston. Remember that hot August Sunday? When we dragged you through the cemeteries in Lowell? We were looking for Jack Kerouac's grave. We almost gave up But then the dove arose And there you pointed And there we found Jack. Fly, spirit! Rise Again! My restless homeboy! Playin' the organ for my 96 Tears.                            -Jack Vaughan, Nov 2014 Jeff commented on this day... Jack, Jim Mazik and I made a pilgrimage to find his grave in 1974 the week Nixon resigned.  When we asked around town about Kerouac, people didn't know who he was.  We wandered around the graveyard for a good whille before we finally located it.  Jim Mazik stayed inthe car. We said a prayer, left some flowers, had a drink I think.

Science: Learning How Little We Know About the Brain - NYTimes.com-“The brain has to compute what’s self-generated versus what’s external,” said Dr. Sawtell, who studies weakly electric fish. This may not sound like a grand advance, but, Dr. Abbott said, “I think it’s pretty deep,” adding that it helps illuminate how a creature begins to draw a distinction between itself and the world. It is the very beginning of how a brain sorts a flood of data coming in from the outside world, and gives it meaning.Hats off to pseudo-color. Click to read. Space:Look out baby there's a planet coming - The Philae lander on the distant comet 67P has sent another stream of data back to Earth before losing power. The little probe delivered everything expected from it, just as its failing battery dropped it into standby mode.  Click here to read. Jim Masik 1951-2014 - I remember Intellectual jam sessions in the Midnight kitchen (Heglling over Marx). Finding Kerouac's grave in the b...

The Philae lander on the distant comet 67P has sent another stream of data back to Earth before losing power. The little probe delivered everything expected from it, just as its failing battery dropped it intostandby mode.

With the Basement Tapes Epic just released... Let's visit the vault. creaky creak creak.The Hombres' Let it All Hang out was a cross pollination from Dylan. Its authors admitted in a Goldmine interview that their original inspiration for the song had been Dylan's "Subterranean Homesick Blues," which they regarded as a goof masquerading as something profound. I always thought Subterranean Homesick Blues was a nod to Chuck Berry. Anyway, it was 1967...and Dylan was in the Basement making the Basement Tapes. Some of the numbers have a talk song riff about them, as if Dylan was listening to the Hombres. Cross-Cross Pollinate-Pollinate. Read 2007 post. No parkin' by the sewer sign Hot dog, my razor's broke Water drippin' up the spout But I don't care, let it all hang out.

I did this before, but the widget expired...so .. once again... Oh Let us live in Joy. When I first got to Las Vegas I wondered from casino to casino until there was no alarm. Now years later I could be anywhere. No matter where, ever pulling levers, Augustine come to heaven and hell. It was easy enough to keep drinking there, where tremendous illusion was rapping. We shared a table with L.A. grandma and her granddaughter to see the Tropicana floor show. Granma remembers the big lobster, the coldest coke, the dancing girls with the most perfect bodies. And we went from show to show and store to store until there was no alarm. Just thunderbird trinkets and cold chandeliers making the noise of coins in the fountain. Oh Let us live in Joy.

Want to pay some tribute to Mike Bucken, ComputerWorld News Editor and my long-time editor, who died last Saturday. We worked very closely together in various stops over ten years (Mike hired me three times! A forgiving soul!) and become very good friends. Mike Bucken was as real as it gets, with no frills.  We had great days together on Software Magazine and Application Development Trends.  We both went together when the ADT gig was ended.  Work on time, then lunch. Work away. At end of day, bluegrasss music to sign that it was 5pm. He used to always   bring a lunch in cloth lunch bag, and open up the Wall Street Journal, a whitebread sandwich and a Tab, but that lunch bag could have been a lunch bucket, because there was something about him to me that was "Working Man." And proud of it. That he was a great family man was for certain, but, you know, he took our workplace - we put out some very good magazines - he took our workplace and made a family of us. That...