[MD] Painting

[John Carl]

I always get a little wistful at this song, Marsha.  It reminds me of one
night, long, long ago.  Bill and I playing our guitars and Teresa Davis, a
girl I had such a crush on, were leafing through a Younglife songbook, and
we sang and played California Dreamin'.

We usually weren't that  good, ok, nothing special, but for one major
incandescent moment, we were perfect.  Our harmonies were tight, our melody
exquisite and our rhythm impeccable.  It was one of those too-rare moments
when music takes you to a place you can't describe in words.

When we finished, we just looked at each other, hearts aglow, wonder in our
eyes, a feeling like no other.

I miss those guys.

I thought of you the other night listening to Coast to Coast AM, as I fell
asleep.  A delightful woman with a new book was guest, I don't recall her
name or her book, unfortunately, but I do remember her story.

She had such a nice voice, and told it so well.  I'll try and retell it for
you as best I can,

She had a dream, about the Hindu God, Ganesh, but at the time of her dream
she didn't know it was Ganesh, he was just a man with an elephant's head.
 She didn't know much about Hinduism, for that matter.  She just had this
real vivid dream.  She had a female friend who she knew was really into
Hinduism, and had a little statue of Ganesh by her computer.  She told her
friend about the dream and the girl friend tells her, "This means you should
go to India".  That very day she gets an offer from Golf Digest to go do
this story on an Indian Businessman Multimillionaire who found enlightenment
and gave up his business completely, to study and play golf.  She'd had some
experience as a SportsWriter, I guess, and seeing as she'd had this dream
and advice, she jumped at the chance to go to India, expenses paid.

She goes to India and checks into this Hotel where her interviewee is also
staying for the week, and she interviews him for three of four days.  Little
did she know that at the same time, in the same Hotel, an International
Physics Symposium is taking place.   One night, she's at the bar and she
hears loud rock -n- roll coming from the lounge and being, like yourself, an
aficionado of dance, and really in the mood to boogy, she goes to check it
out.

There in the lounge, music blasting, she finds the nerdiest group of guys
she's ever laid eyes on, bopping, in her words, like excitable electrons
with little rhythm or rhyme or reason.  She goes in and immediately a tall
English fellow spots her and drink in hand, tries to chat her up.

"Oxford?" He shouts over the noise.

"No. Oregon State" she bellows back at him.

"Ahh... Cambridge",  he responds.

"NO, Beavers" she shouts back.

His befuddlement unassuaged, he keeps trying to find common ground,
misinterpreting every thing she says and it just gets hilarious with the
back and forth.  Most of the concepts he spits at her she has heard of
vaguely, explaining to us, the audience,  that she does follow Quantum
Mechanics in a kind of hobby way, so she's familiar enough with most of the
terminology that she can keep her end up in the confusion and understands
somewhat the terms he's using, but he has no clue to what she's talking
about most of the time.  Finally they settle upon universally understood
dialogue:

"Dance?" he asks her, "You bet" she replies.  And so onto the dance floor
they venture.

After about a minute, Stephen Hawking comes rolling out in his chair, and
gets between them and starts doing this spinning  thing and there they are,
the three of them, caught up in a dancing whirling triangle.  Like the mad
excitable particles that we all basically are.

She calls this story in her book, Dancing with Steven Hawking.

You should have been there.







On Tue, Jan 26, 2010 at 12:31 AM, MarshaV <valkyr at att.net> wrote:

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