The DIY network has a new show that is kinda interesting
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------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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The DIY network has a new show that is kinda interesting
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Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Consciousness.
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Philip K. Dick
James Hampton was a quiet bespectacled black janitor who lived in Washington DC. For the last 14 years of his life he had a mission which he called The Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations’ Millennium General Assembly. Hampton worked on his masterwork in a rented garage, transforming its drab interior into a heavenly vision, as he prepared for the return of Christ to earth. The Throne is his attempt to create a spiritual environment that could only have been made as the result of a passionate and highly personal religious faith.
Hampton’s full creation consists of 180 components—only a portion of which are on view. The total work suggests a chancel complete with altar, a throne, offertory tables, pulpits, mercy seats, and other obscure objects of Hampton’s own invention. His work also includes plaques, tags, and notebooks bearing a secret writing system which has yet to be, and may never be, deciphered.
After he died, the man who owned the garage showed up to collect rent and found it. Hamton’s throne room found a permanent residence in the Smithsonian.
Hampton’s garage