Author: Beth Lock

As a self described “grown up hippie chick” I still marvel at the woo-woo elements of the universe.

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Have I introduced you to my evil twin? I don’t generally like to show her off in public, but today she gets special mention, because she did something very, very naughty.

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I quit doing hospice work after Kip died. Kip was my older son’s best friend, and he’d been in and out of my house for four or five years.

“Hi Mom, how ya doing?” he’d say, as he limped into th

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n the late ’80s I had the pleasure of dating a man who actually knew John Lilly, and had interacted with him in person from time to time. TeeVee and Movie Stars have never enamoured me much (except for Harvey Keitel, he could park his shoes under my bed any day), but this vicarious connection to the likes of John Lilly thrilled me.

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Joyous greetings and happy holidays. As we near the end of 1999, I can’t help but reflect on endings and beginnings, and the vastness of all things.

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I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.

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The Story of Moo, and How I Installed My Own CD Player (with a little help from my friends) or One Step Closer to Geekdom.

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The world of computer users can be divided into two types: those who understand how computers work and those who merely use computers.

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It’s probably a little late for me to be sticking my two cents in about the iBook, but they don’t call me “Last Minute Lock” for nothing. I’m so far behind I still haven’t seen “Forrest Gump” or “Titanic,” and I consider my rebuilt 7200 as state-of-the-art.

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Ten year old boys come in two varieties; athletic and beefy, or knees and elbows geeky. My friend’s son Andrew is of the second type.

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