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To: Rambi who wrote (6678)	1/29/1998 12:21:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Shoot ~ now you're telling me there's a difference between reason and affectation? I also used to wonder if being affected by seasalt was reasonable. A meme of many years ago joins us at the HIP. Succumbed to the result of nearly all confusion - disinterest. Buying regular old Great Salt Lake Morton's now. Used to live near the Great Salt Lake, and they should drop the great part ~ hey, which I notice Salt Lake City had the Christian honesty to do. Big, big, piles o salt out there if you go to the right road. I don't think anyone had time to say, "Don't get him started" ~ So, when I was a boy in Pasadena California, which was a nice place then, partly because I was there, under the Eucalyptus boughs and with my own bedroom by the back door, I had a set of encyclopedias and there was a picture of somebody "floating" in the Great Salt Lake. [Stumpy just opened the back door, gotta go close it.] Well, I thought that was WAY WAY COOL. Like flying almost. I REALLY wanted to go. I looked at my USA map to see how far it was. Ooohh. A little too far. Shoot. Those people living in Salt Lake are really lucky. I bet they're going out there and in that lake all the time. The people in this picture are really happy, they're all smiling and giggling because they feel nearly weightless, because that's what floating in water would be like. Wow! (How far is it again?) Yah. Waited YEARS for the family to have an excuse to go by Utah and the Great Salt Lake. I think it was two years after driving up to the Seattle World's Fair, which I think was 1963. I bought a little metal space needle. This time, the trip was to YELLOWSTONE!!! YIPPEE!!! They have MUDPOTS!!! GEYSERS! EEEYOWWWWW!!! Well, gotta go now.

To: Rambi who wrote (6678)	1/29/1998 12:33:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

>>>And I never drink anything stronger than chardonnay---would that work?<<< Well, I suppose it would, but you would have to put more in. And it would cost more. I've never tried making a wine smoothy, but the thought has caught my imagination. That's hard to do. (Yah, right.) Maybe something with balsamic vinegar and tomatoes?

To: Rambi who wrote (6678)	1/29/1998 1:01:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Ooops, forgot: "Who's Nancy?" Man, I don't like to think of a place not having Nancy's Yogurt. Thought it was everywhere from our travels now. Nancy's Honey Yogurt isn't like any other. It's the best. Probably the best in the world, without having to have the contest. It is absoluteley delicious plain. Right out of the quart. No foolin. Once ate two thirds of a quart back in 74 and made myself sick. Couldn't stop. It's creamy and tart and fresh and savory and finishes with bells and flourish. It smells delicious. I don't know if it is an acquired taste. Definitely good for digestion, if you have any guts left. My sisters name is Nancy, and I can't stand her. I'm aware of this everytime I type Nancy, so this glowing yogurt expo is all the more unprompted. Yogurt Nancy is behind the Springfield Creamery, which is in Eugene Oregon. Nancy is married to Ken Kesey's brother or cat or something, and jeez, some of Ken's cow milk used to go in there or something. It's all kind of hazy, purple. Met Ken once on his farm in Springfield, don't remember any cows at all...found a friendly snake tho. Anyway, would rather meet Nancy now, but her name isn't as easy to drop. Eugene, as JFQ can probably tell you, is a place where stupid hippies don't have to work very hard, compared to say San Francisco, to still be able to live a stupid-hippie lifestyle. Fortunately, stupid hippies make the world's best yogurt, a commodity where the difference between the classes is insurmountable. The U of O, in Eugene, are the Ducks. Uh huh. And a peculiar thing is happening - Eugene is Eu-GENE, and is currently experiencing a weird warpy shift to EU-gene. Wowabunga, mon.