Hedonistic Hammocking for Global Sustainability

[MemphisLogger]

There was no nekid slip and slide this year . . .  :'(

Timberoo 2007

[Jeff]

Yer a true hippy there dude.  ;)

[MemphisLogger]

I dunno Jeff, I was feelin' more like a redneck by the end of the weekend 

[Norm]

Thanks for showing us Scott....the hammock especially. ;D

[DWM II]

I've been waiting for the pics, looks like the frame was a big hit once again. I do get what you said about the commercialism of the weekend, same thing has happened here in New Orleans for the Jazz Fest, but it looks like a good time prevailed. 8)

[thurlow]

Thanks for the tour, Scott..............whut happened to the slickety-slide?

[MemphisLogger]

They actually encouraged me to do the slide but if anything were to happen they were going to deny it and say that they had actually prohibited it.  :-\

They wanted me to buy an indemnity policy on the frame too and I told 'em to take a flyin' leap off the bridge I have for sale   >:(  I already had tickets anyway.

In the end they called me 5 days before we'd have to leave and said they'd put us on their policy, would we please come?

To top off everything though, they borrowed my digital projector and screen to do workshops on a bunch of environmental and whole earth themes. Amy's (my wife's) workshop on natural health and home birthing was the last workshop on Sunday and when she finished they said they didn't want to be responsible for the gear anymore and made her take it back to our camp almost a half of a mile in the heat. She asked if someone could ride her out in one of the hundreds of golf carts they had and they said no. She asked if one of them could help her carry it and they said no.

We were supposed to have a "date" after her workshop and when she finally caught up with me and told me what happened, I'm sure you coulda heard me all the way across the festival and over the music.  ;)

Anyhow, I think I'm gonna start hooking up with some of the smaller festivals 

I did dance my booty off, drank a lot of good hooch and shared plenty of good smoke.

And, Amy and I saved the bottling supervisor from Jack Daniels from a heat stroke (hooch) and this is after we'd already run into his assistant supervisor in Lynchburg on the way over (always take the backroads) and he'd taken such a shine to us hippies that he gave us a whole 5 gallon pail of airline bottles--in a dry county even  8)

Can we say private tour?

[Dan_Shade]

Scott, I admire what you do, you live the life.  A lot of the folks pretend to live the life and see dollar signs to be made.  Hippocrites are bad juju regardless of where they are, and what creed they preach!

[MemphisLogger]

Thanks, Dan. I too respect any (wo)man who walks their talk--that's why I can drink a beer with the hardcore enviros one day and hooch with a logger the next.

The main problem we have is that corporate/foundation/Wall Street is horning in on all of us from all sides--bunch of tie-wearing air-conditioned leased-beemer twits profitting off OUR sweat. I refuse. 

[thurlow]

  corporate/foundation/Wall Street twits

Did you leave the politicians out on purpose?   ;D

[MemphisLogger]

  corporate/foundation/Wall Street twits

Did you leave the politicians out on purpose?   ;D

They're merely a reflection of the twits--not a leader amongst them.

"Throwing Stones"
by John Perry Barlow (John runs the Electronic Frontier Foundation, check it out)

Picture a bright blue ball, just spinning, spinnin free,
Dizzy with eternity.
Paint it with a skin of sky,
Brush in some clouds and sea,
Call it home for you and me.
A peaceful place or so it looks from space,
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace
Is the human face,
But afraid we may lay our home to waste.

There's a fear down here we can't forget.
Hasn't got a name just yet.
Always awake, always around,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Now watch as the ball revolves
And the nighttime falls.
Again the hunt begins,
Again the bloodwind calls.
By and by, the morning sun will rise,
But the darkness never goes
From some men's eyes.
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets,
Staking turf, dividing up meat.
Nightmare spook, piece of heat,
It's you and me.
You and me.

Click flash blade in ghetto night,
Rudies looking for a fight.
Rat cat alley, roll them bones.
Need that cash to feed that jones.
And the politicians throwin' stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Commissars and pin-stripe bosses
Roll the dice.
Any way they fall,
Guess who gets to pay the price.
Money green or proletarian gray,
Selling guns 'stead of food today.

So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And the politicians throwin' stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Heartless powers try to tell us
What to think.
If the spirit's sleeping,
Then the flesh is ink
History's page will thus be carved in stone.
And we are here, and we are on our own
On our own.
On our own.
On our own.

If the game is lost,
Then we're all the same.
No one left to place or take the blame.
We can leave this place and empty stone
Or that shinin' ball we used to call our home.

So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And the politicians throwin' stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south and white comes north.
In a whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours.

And the current fashion sets the pace,
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
And the radical, he rant and rage,
Singing someone's got to turn the page.
And the rich man in his summer home,
Singing just leave well enough alone.
But his pants are down, his cover's blown...

And the politicians throwin' stones,
So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And it's all too clear we're on our own.
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Picture a bright blue ball,
Just spinnin', spinnin, free.
Dizzy with the possibilities.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

[OneWithWood]

Peace, brother.

[TexasTimbers]

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Dylan. My Back Pages

My faith is in Jesus, but I hear where you're coming from bro. Peace Out

[MemphisLogger]

My faith is in Jesus, but I hear where you're coming from bro. Peace Out

That's exactly what I'm talkin' 'bout.

From the song above . . .

"If the spirit's sleeping,
Then the flesh is ink"