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To: Gauguin who wrote (23842)	5/1/1999 7:01:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

My dream is different. Not aesthetic. Intellectual. I want to be able to understand the human personality. Not mine, because I think I understand mine. Well enough. Other people's. I also want to understand human history, causes and effects. Wish my memory was better, I read things and they go away. Like pouring water on sand. Too bad. I have stacks of books, but I can't read them fast enough, and I can't remember them well enough, and I can't put it all in a framework well enough to realize my dream. I know I don't have long enough, and even if I got it done, so what? When I said, "you think too much," it was a joke.

To: Gauguin who wrote (23842)	5/1/1999 7:19:00 PM
From: Ish	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

I have the most beautiful crab apple tree in my yard. Lush and pink. I planted it in '84 so it isn't huge but real pretty. I just buried my dog and need some pretty.

To: Gauguin who wrote (23842)	5/1/1999 9:59:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

>I'm not going to edit, so please excuse my ego and just lemme dream.< That came at me out of nowhere. I was busy enjoying the imagery, nibbling at it with a small spoon. Guess the guy with the pruning shears snuck up on me. When we were among the glory of the succulents in San Fran - there was among the aeoniums a small mat of something halfway between portulaca and iceplant. The flowers - !!!!THE FLOWERS!!!! were *red* in a way that is hard to describe. Indole red, sun dazzle red - a color beyond the ordinary saturation palette. The older flowers had faded to a fairly sedate Day-Glo magenta. But the new ones had this crimson super intensity somewhere between fresh blood and electrified neon. I just sat there for five minutes- hunched over and staring. Spouse was off keeping the Helenator out of trouble, and the more fragile plantings safe from the Helenator. I sat&stared; and some old Russian ladies unsecretly questioned my sanity. Skroom. I want a clone of that plant; there was no label and that left me frustrated - feeling loss.