GammaGlobulin

Beck was the greatest of his generation. Albert Finney was the greatest of his generation. One would need to be an absolute Ninny not to know this. Right? Top of their games, in every way. God Bless you Finney. God Bless you Beck.

Dear Friends, How did it feel? Did you ever wish you could be like Albert Finney, every moment of his life? Here, you can find the greatest actor of his generation, according to Sir Lawrence of Arabia.... SUCH a great series of interviews, showing Flynn's Metamorphosis from a great actor to another totally different personality. Finney was, TRULY, the greatest of them all, my friends. All in all, Albert Finney was truly the greatest, and Sir Lawrence was not wrong. And then.... What about the Music World of the past century? All in all, in the end, who was the very greatest of them all? Mirror, Mirror. Truly, there is only one. Jeff Beck is so much better than any. Centuries from now, even if Organized Civilization exists decades from now,. which is very unlikely, People will bow down to the memory of Jeff Beck. Truly, Folks, we live at the very edge of the known world, being on the cusp of destruction. Beyond our world, which is soon to end, is the KNOWN UNKNOWNS of the Rumsfeldian World. Therefore, it is likely, that nobody, EVER, will play as well as Beck, forever.... Let's just face our future, like Men. Enjoy the time we have remaining. Try to be your best, Just like Beck and Finney. Regards, Gamma Note: What do you think?

I will investigate further. My sole concern is sudden catastrophic injury due to accident. I.e, anything that would cost more than USD15,000 to repair. Anything less than that amount, then small potatoes, and no need for insurance, really...

Such a tragic tale. She should not have been on a motorbike. After reading this story, I am considering investing in accident insurance. I have had ZERO insurance of any kind, since 1979. So far, so good. I suppose my choice to not have insurance might be considered risky behavior. But I don't ride bicycles or motorbikes, which is in my favor. After reading this story, I am now toying with the idea of paying for some type of MEDIVAC coverage. Except, when I really consider it, I truly believe I might be better off just carrying around some sort of L-pill, wherever I go. In 1979, I did have a Medivac policy which would airlift me back to my home country. But, the cost is now quite high, I think. And, anyway, at my age, I'd probably be dead by the time the Gulfstream 650 got halfway over the Pacific, flying at 51000 feet and Mach 0.95. I've always wanted to take a ride on a Gulfstream G800+. Anyway, life is cheap, these days, and getting cheaper. At my age, my life is cheaper than most. Still, next week, I plan to check out some premium, golden parachute, accident insurance. I just hope I won't be too late.

Funny that you should mention this. Just yesterday, I watched a few Jonathan Winters videos. For some reason, he seems to have enjoyed appearing on camera often wearing the same blue T-shirt with a YALE uni emblem. I have searched and searched Google search. As of yet, I am unable to discover any connection between Jonathan Winters and Yale University. If you, or anyone, can explain this connection, I would be sincerely grateful to put this issue to rest. Winters graduated from a different university. None of his offspring graduated from Yale. This is a real puzzler. Any pertinent input will be appreciated. My guess is that Winters wore this Yale shirt as nothing more than an attempt to provide us with a mind game, after he died. I am sure, after all, you know about the Big W mystery. No doubt, Jonathan Winters is just still playing with our heads, decades after he kicked the bucket. What, say you?

YES! I realized my mistake just after it was too late to revise my post. Sorry! Anyway, godspeed to MIT's merry pranksters. You managed a red fire engine on top of the dome. And, it's difficult to imagine any prank that could trump that. Or, was it Columbia's students who managed that prank? I think not.

Sure. OK, as one of our former presidents often said. Did you mean that I should really let you have it? Full bore? No holds barred? If you insist. Well, anyway, I have done a bit of reading about the state of the world during the past few decades, since the very early '70s. And, although I hesitate to be the messenger of glad tidings, from what I have gleaned, my prediction is that all human civility will end in 2024. And, all human civilization will end no later than 2040, or maybe 2055 at the latest. The reasons for my knowing this should be obvious even to you. For one, we have never been contacted by intelligent alien life. This is a clear indication that intelligent life forms in our Milky-way Galaxy soon self destruct after achieving radio technology. We don't know why. Maybe it's due to consuming food from wet markets. But, even if we are now being contacted by intelligent life, and even if intelligent life is, in principle, able to get through the Singularity, the way that our world is trending provides very little wiggle room for optimism. No doubt, you might mistakenly believe that your wiggly is OK. But, it's not. Of course, almost everybody knows James Hansen, after he chained himself to the White House fence. But too few have listened to Timothy Lenton of University of Exeter. I know that all of this must seem like a big joke to you. And if so, then you must be some kind of absurdist, or something. Let me speak more plainly now, as Jimi was wont to say. Get off your duff, and head on over to Lenton's uni page. Maybe doing so will wipe that smirk from your face, as also happened to me, decades ago. . Anyway, thank you for your question which provided me even more excuse to spout off. I now consider you my friend. Best regards, Gamma Note: Please don't forget. Head on over to Tim Lenton's page at the University of Exeter. Tim is both a gentleman and a scholar. And, he seems to have some appreciation for fine furniture of yesteryear. It's debatable if the average Joe might be intelligent enough to pick up on Tim's rather dry sense of humor. But, have a go. What do you have to lose?

Feed Me, Mandrake. FEED ME! Probably THE greatest film I will ever see in my lifetime. Also, I particularly loved Ms. Foreign Affairs. I used to actually, occasionally, read Foreign Affairs,with its distinctive grey cover and thick pages. Hollywood filmmaking entered a devestating wasteland, beginning around the year 2000. That was the year most great writing stopped. As I recall, Ms. Foreign Affairs used the journal to cover her privates.

Yes. And the reason is that casinos LOVE big winners. Showcasing big winners is good for business. Card counters from Harvard, on the other HAND, are rarely welcomed.

Speaking of Free Speech. People in the United States do have it. Their only problem is that they seem not to know what to do with it. Instead, they use their right of Free Speech to argue about herbs, gun control, and abortion. Free Speech is wasted on Americans. Hongkongers, for sure, FOR SURE, would not waste the right of Free Speech, if given to them. You might ask why, right? Last time I checked, the average IQ score for Hongkongers was about 107. For the US? The average IQ is about 99, on a good day. But, IQ-score disparity is not the reason. The REAL reason Americans do not take advantage of their right to exercise Free Speech is... BAMBOOZLEMENT! There is not enough space here in the comments section to cover this question, in full. But, in case you might like to know more, then just read Mark Twain, The Jumping Frog, and a bit of Chomsky. Or, you just gotta understand one thing. Americans LOVE to chase their tails. Simple as that! Also, like purebred hounds, Americans are easily confused by chasing after bogus issues with no meat. Why do Americans love Fox News, for example? Again, it's because most Americans are just dumb hounds chasing a decoy fox through the meadows. I do not mention this here in any disparaging way. Americans have been inculcated to expect immediate reward,just like fox hounds. Hopefully, you from the UK might know something about running with the hounds. Speaking of the UK. Many years ago, there existed a plethora of independent newspapers. How many do you have now??? So solly, because, now I have forgotten the topic. And, maybe, so have you.

Is opera even an option in SE Asia? If so, give me Vivaldi, any day, Summer, Winter, etc. Please!

Speaking of the dead, meaning the recently deceased Crosby, why was paranoia such an important theme in his music? Also, why was his generation so focused on the topic of pigs and animal husbandry? Anyway, America is a country affording quite a bit of leeway in terms of Free Speech. The only problem is that most Americans are just too lazy to take the time to read important books. Instead, Americans prefer to listen to nutzoes on the radio. Anytime you ingest herbs while listening to American Media, paranoia is the obvious result. In fact, it's sort of like looking in your rear-view mirror and always seeing a police car. And, to think that these deadbeats helped to shape our culture. Such a waste. MADNESS!

And then, there is always the risk of Paranoia. These days, we can easily see the result of herb-induced paranoia. For example, during the past weeks, so many jets have been scrambled just to launch extremely expensive missiles at helium balloons floating harmlessly from the west towards the east. Even The New York Times seems clueless. Whatever happened to Ronald's Star Wars Program? One would think, with all the billions spent, that tiny, slow-moving objects in the sky could be zapped. But, no. Why is the North American populace so paranoid? Herbs, perhaps? If anyone might know about paranoia, then surely it would be Crosby. But, Crosby is dead...

I just hope that any young people reading this topic will not erroneously come to some illogical, bogus, romanticized conclusion concerning either the Beat Generation or us Hippies. First of all, the Hippies of the '60s was the first generation to have access to running water, yet refuse to take a bath. The Hippies were sort of an Unwashed Underclass, who only bathed when they had access to the Reflecting Pool near the Lincoln Monument in Washington, DC. The BEAT Generation did consume herbs, and this resulted in many unintelligible poetry readings in coffee shops on the East side of Manhattan. The reason people called these cats the BEAT Generation is just because, anytime you saw one, you would immediately wish you could beat them down just to knock some sense into them. They ingested so many herbs that, even now, nobody can read what they wrote. Kerouac was one of the worst offenders of the English tongue, a real rambler. Back in the Hippie days, most of us never did herbs. Of course, there were those who elected to visit Vietnam. I was there, too, in 1971, but only as a tourist. Very few, even in that land of plenty, partook. Please just don't irrationally romanticize what you see in films by the likes of Oliver STONE. This is my advice to anyone under the age of 25, an age when your brain has just barely reached maturity; do not inhale herbs, even oregano.

And... What about.... HERBie Hancock? Can you even imagine him on herbs!!!?

Who, among us thinking individuals, does not LOVE crows. Tks!

Try THIS one on for size! Chomsky on Mary Jane. Chomsky, obviously, is a perfect example of someone with an eidetic memory. So, then, would he risk his mind on herbs???

Enjoy the rain, Man! It's coming down like Cats and Dogs, now. No need for herbs to enjoy the sound of rain in the Smoking Season..

Please check out Previn and Shankar and the London Philharmonic. Amazing recording. No need for herbs, Man. In fact, herbs are a hindrance. And, smack is just a flower. Crosby almost killed himself on said flower. Also, Sherlock Holmes never piped up. He was a fictional character, one I love. Get in tune with Nature, Man, while it still lasts. Keep the faith, and protect your brain as best you can. Unlike testicles, you only got one brain. And, brain transplantation is a fantasy for little minds, like Musk. What! Do you think Chomsky would dare take herbs and risk even one neuron of his precious brain?

The probability is quite low. I usually fly commercial no more than once per decade.

We cannot say for sure. But, did you ever ask yourself? Why did Suckerberg choose the name META? META means beyond. Far Out, Man! Beyond what? Beyond Comprehension? So, "teach your children well". Who knows for sure? But could it be possible that Suckerberg's Metaverse is partially the result of overindulgence in Herbal Essence? I mean, you gotta be high, HIGH, to dig those phony goggles. It's like, WOW, Man, I just donned Suckerberg's goggles, and now I'm in Thailand getting a Soapy Massage. Far Out! Last time I looked, Facebook's fearless leader's eyes were so red that he must have been smoking something, or crying, or both. Maybe toke up and enjoy the Metaverse, for all it's worth, might sound like rational advice to anyone not in their right mind. META is now Beyond the Beyond. Suckerberg's folly can happen to you, too, if you don't lay down that pipe. The Mind is a mysterious organ which functions optimally when unimpaired by psychoactive substances. This has been demonstrated, time and again, in labs around the world, and on highways in every country. Fortunately, I have yet to fly on a commercial jet with a pothead pilot.

Let Jimi take over. It's a complete fallacy that herbs are required to compose amazing music. Beck proved this beyond any shadow of a doubt. Towards the end of his life, Cheever even admitted that he could have written far better, sober. I have no objection to those with a foot in the grave Imbibing. But the normalization of Herbal Essence, I am dead set against. Unfortunately, Soma is an impossibility. And a SIX will never be NINE.

Dear Friends, Strangely enough, as Alice once learned in a dream, it just seems strange that almost everybody, and his mother, these days, is getting on the bandwagon to grow crops in their yard/garden, if they have one, or grow weeds in pots, if they don’t have a yard/garden. Personally, I never thought I would “live to see the day”, this day, I mean. I, personally, have no point of view, just like most Nowhere Men. Still, I might be able to develop a view, if only I had the money to do the research, and the freedom to do the pertinent trials in a peer-reviewed way, according to the scientific method. I am all for having a laugh, no matter what it might take. But, still, I don’t enjoy seeing people laugh at almost nothing. I worry that the inhalations of bad air might soon become so normalized that young people and old people will come to think, mistakenly, that it’s healthy to inhale almost anything. I perceive no problem when adults choose to inhale anything they wish, such as nitrogen, for example. However, I do see a problem ahead if young people are exposed to second-hand science without the knowledge needed to tell fact from fiction. In my opinion, our world is being turned topsy-turvy in almost any way imaginable. And, if this is true, then we are in dire need of ignoble Nobels, such as Dylan, true bards, to show us the way. Well, that song was OK, but not worth a Nobel, by any means. And, personally speaking, if Dylan deserves a Nobel, then…..What about Donovan? Because, in his case, Donovan deserves TWO Nobels, for every Nobel granted to Dylan, for sure. Best regards, Gamma Please Note: Psychoactively speaking, what goes up…MUST…come down. And, this includes LOVE….because,... love is a drug, too…. This band, with the girls in uniforms, would do great in Pattaya. Think nurse's uniforms, for example. No matter what herb you might choose, the brain is the brain. And, it's already known that whatever goes up...MUST...come down. Welcome to your rollercoaster, maybe.... (Psychoactive-drugs Free, is always the best way to go. Or, in other words, Apollonian is always preferred, compared to becoming completely Dionysian.)

Just another silly soliloquy...

I do not avoid women, Mandrake...But I do deny them my essence. Nor, will I allow these girls to sap and impurify all of my precious bodily fluids.