Remembering the Future - Vocal Version

Evening work: Remembering the Future - Vocal Version (5.9M mp3).

remembering the future

remember
remember me
do you remember me
do you remember where
do you remember where we
do you remember where we met
do you remember what
do you remember what we
do you remember what we said?
remember

remember
remember me
do you remember
do you remember me
do you remember what
do you remember what we
do you remember what we did
do you remember how
do you remember how we left
do you remember how we left the door open?

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Long day of CEO meeting(s). Baby steps forward after much preparation. Also, great to be in touch w/ CVB who is now at MS, three years after BTV. Coincidentally, I heard details about a project today that essentially addresses the same need that the BTV 'Media Booster' was designed (and funded) to solve -- still a need out there, obviously.

Work continues to get more intense, and fulfilling, if that is possible. Same old equation holds true: two out of five days, the place is intense, aggessive, and extremely difficult. Three out of five it is an amazing blessing.

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And also great to hear from Jill Marett via email, somewhere in Chicago -- she found me on the web recently. I believe she was nine years old last time I saw her and her family. She shared some quick news and stories about how and where my old family friends, the Marett's (Jim, Joan, John, Jody) have spread out across the country. And more to follow, I'm sure.

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Found the following quote in a diary from 1982:

"The old man still held the collar of the boy's jacket; he was trembling and his face was earnest and bright and wild. 'For six years now I have gone around by myself and built up my science. And now I am a master. Son. I can love anything. No longer do I have to think about it even. I see a street full of people and a beautiful light comes in me. I watch a bird in the sky. Or I meet a traveler on the road. Everything, Son. And anybody. All strangers and all loved! Do you realize what a science like mine can mean?' "

A quick search reveals this quote is from a short story called A Tree. A Rock. A Cloud. by Carson McCullers. Not sure how I stumbled upon this (or was reading this in 1983.) How much has changed in 22 years. And re-reading from a 22 year old diary, even more amazing how much is remarkably the same.

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Comments

[hoan son]

es handelt sich um hurensöhne ihr söhne von huren

[Steve Ball]

Translation please? Babel Fish did not reveal very much about this comment.

Thanks!