| webgreetings Dear
Linear Scholar,
First time here? If so, first thing you need to
know is that we been bumped up at a
pause point for more than a couple of years now, wwwaiting for
the Law to change and the next thing you need to knowww is that
Big Bong Reality has been Updated Monthly
for *at least* the TWO HUNDREDETH and Twenty Fourth time since
September 1995. (18 continuous web years old, as
for how many actual "Realty Updates" written and uploaded 'in
between' the *at least* 224 monthlies and over 18 years?
Dunno, except that its way way more than 420, this is FER SURE the
most often overwwwriten webpage in all my cyberspace and prolly, in all
of cyberspace as well ;O)--~
Historically speaking, this reality
update feature was one of the main clauses written into the 2 year
contract I signed in September 1995 (with I.R.C.S.A) for the first
BigBong website Clause = Author (that's me) to supply a reality
update every 2 weeks for duration of contract (2 years) - which I
did, they figured (rightly) that without me to write fresh words,
the Big Bong web site wouldn't be a 'proper" website. In September
of '97 when the contract was finished and I.R.C.S.A decided to step
aside, I kept the website with it's reality update going and have
never missed upgrading this page, which, I suppose makes this one of
the longest running blogs on the web, of course, I write way way way
more words per month than what you can see in here - most of the
heavy duty blogging I do/have done is viewable at the teXt-files, I digress - mostly to illustrate the
continuity nightmare that blogging can create when a 'first timer'
hits a 18 year old blog and all the information on display requires
prior knowledge.....
METAphorically the Big Bong web
construct can be likened to a solar powered space craft, each sail
is made of <html> shaped in such a way so as to powwwer the
web construct through cyber space, kinda like a sailing ship through
the ocean. Since powering up the webcam can be likened to firing up
the 'prime thruster' of a rocket ship and since the BBt-PPP Cyber
Capsule was designed to only light up the prime thrusters at the
start of construction and since there are so many sails powwwering
the BBt-PPP, it has made sense to let the 'good ole' BBt-PPP Cyber
Capsule voyage blurbingly along its eccentric tangent towards
materialization at a future point in space and time whilst I went
else web to construct other smaller, more maneuverable constructs
powwwered almost entirely by web cam imagery, portals originally
designed as tug boats for the BBt-PPP which were designed to morph
into 'retro rockets' with the passing of time.
Thus, you know some of
the wwwhy why this page morphed into an elseweb portal page over the
last few trips round the sun, a book markable
sign post page that is never more than a "mouse click" away
from wwwhere-ever the wwwords are being wwwoven in the
now.
Thing is, that I never
set out to become a Big Bong builder or a Cannabis Law Reform
Activist, I set out to become a writer and as you can imagine dear
linear scholar, after such a long time of not being able to manifest
all of the myriad requirements that obstacle me in reality you would
think I would be some what discouraged, not so, I mean, I knew from
the instant that I had the idea, that
actually building Bongzilla (my nick name
for the Big Bong Peace Pipe) was going to be somewhere the other
side of highly impossible.
Thing is, I am not
discouraged, because no matter how impossible building a 420 foot
high Big Bong Peace Pipe might look 20 years later in
the June of 2014, it is definitely - and significantly - less
impossible now than it was when I first had the idea on the
29th of June 1994, not to mention the fact that the writer/artist in
me has had plenty of outlet weaving what amounts to an entire sector
of cyber space, which is why, when all is said and done, I am not
discouraged by Bongzilla being bumped up at any
pause point, not when there is so much happening in the real
world of my highly subjective reality ;O)--~
2014...
18 years online... this time 20 years ago I
had a box of pens and 2 notebooks full of poems and ideas, I didn't
own - or really know how to use a computer and/or how to write a
book. 19 years ago, I had finished one finger typing up the
manuscript that ultimately became the novel that this entire
webspace is constructed "upon" on a 386 with 4 MB of RAM and was
actively engaged in the promotion of the novel. 19 years ago, the BiG BonG
TheorY was selling in book stores all over Sydney and Internet
was a word I had heard on television whilst 'back packing' in the
U.S.A (91-94), of course, I had been reading about global computer
networks in science fiction novels since I learnt how to read, but
'reading about' and 'writing with-in' are entirely different things,
which loopingly brings me to the main point of this word
assembly, the "weblog" component of this June 2014 Reality Update.
From a 'just cannabis law reform' point of view,
2014 has had the best start of any cannabis law reform
year since 1937 thanks to the recreational
relegalization of Marijuana in Colorado and Washington
states. On every TV news show, right after the coverage of the
global N.Y.E fireworks dispays, positive ommentary and vox pops
interspersed with images of long queues of smiling people waiting in
the snow for the doors of the dispensaries to open, every newspaper
on earth with stories and editorials about cannabis law reform and
the overall sense that everywhere on earth we are getting closer and
closer to the day when all governments have recognized the
legitimacy (and use) of cannabis and it is returned to its place in
society.
Anyhow, as I said above, I up date this page on the
first of the month (or as soon as I can - web connection and
the lack there of has always been a significant factor in these
updates over the years) and over write it during the month if
something "Big Bong" is actually happening and whilst there is
nothing much "Big Bong" planned for june
2014 besides a small birthday party for the the
idea. last month was my 18th appearance at the www.nimbinmardigrass.com,
google = 2014 max stone mardigrass 420 youtube, anyways, you never
know, something will/might happen and when it and if it does, here
is where you will read about it first. anyways... I am still at wwwork on www.Little-Car-Stories.com
- which you will remember (I do) was the focus of the January 2011
bblog - sheesh that was a quick 3 years, working on book 3 atm!
Anyway, it's keeping me busy while I wait for the changes in the
cannabis laws that will trigger either the roll out of the www.BigBongBurgerBar.com
and/or the construction of Bongzilla..... Speaking about little car
stories, since the 28th of August 2012, the stories have been
available as an Android Phone App! To check it out, go to www.littlecargame.com -
which is hot linked to www.inimitablegames.com
which is where you will find details the app and the link you need
to follow to the Google Play Store where you can
download it....
Speaking about things I been writing, here is
a thing that fell out during March 2014 whilst writing other
things... it's titled..
which
words speak loudest to you?
At
first, through my shortsighted eyes, it looked like five random
dudes rowing a surf life saving boat out on a cool and overcast
morning, exercise. The swell was a gentle undulation, not the
nightmare of a southerly buster or the lash of the tail of a cyclone
slashing down from the north on a full moon with a king tide lifting
the waves even higher.
Five
men men rowing out onto an empty ocean, majestically, no other words
fitted, I watched them glide by and I stood transfixed until they
slid out of sight.
“That’s the ThreeFiftyCrew”, said my strongest friend, “not a
one of them under 70 years old”, as he sat tossing a ball to his
strongest friend. “My uncle is one of them, I wouldn't take him on,
not even if I still had my right leg and my left shoulder wasn't all
busted up. He is the toughest man I ever met, so gentle, so
kind.”
“Uncles are like that.” I agreed. “They show you how to live
or how not to live a life.”
“Mums not getting out into the garden much any more, she's
spending most of her time inside the walls, sitting and thinking,
not sure what she's thinking, she says she is happy, as happy as she
can be since dad died.” said my strongest friend, the friend who has
dealt with so much pain. Visible scars he has aplenty, invisible
ones as well.
My
friend knows he could move to another beach, tell tall stories to
tourists about the shark that bit off his leg and the heroic battle
that followed and feel good about himself for as long as it takes to
tell the tale, but he is not that kind of man.
I
twisted my ankle he says, we all do it, take a jump into the future
and make a bad landing. I twisted my ankle bad, real bad because I
am a big man and when I jumped, I jumped high and I landed hard, I
ran hard and I played hard. His words dwindled into silence and we
sat for a comfortable minute or more, we both watched the dog leap
and run to catch the ball and faithfully return it time after
time.
“I'm afraid of the water, afraid of floating and afraid of
sinking,” I said, “never even knew it till
yesterday.”
“Doesn't surprise me,” said my strongest friend as he bounced
the ball over and over to his strongest friend, “knowing what I know
about your fathers death that seems like a perfectly rational
emotion.”
“Are you going to be in the ThreeFiftyCrew one day?” I
wondered out loud.
“There is a seat in a surf life saving boat waiting for me, if
I can make it that far, that is. When I get through the rehab on my
shoulder I'll be able to sit in a starboard seat, I still got a
strong right arm and my left leg has handled the load so far - so
good. Rowing a life saving boat is all about balance, not strength,
my uncle says, once you got the right stance and know how to keep
your balance every thing else comes naturally when you empty your
head and open your heart.”
He
threw the ball with his strong right arm, he threw it as high and as
far as he could towards the ocean, towards the horizon, to where the
ThreeFiftyCrew could be seen heading safely for home and the dog
disappeared after it.
“You are part of my life saving
boat crew”, said my strongest friend.
“Who else is in that boat?” I
asked.
“You
will recognise my brother in the seat beside you, right where he
been sat since you two were nippers, don't worry about the other two
rowers, just know that they've got your
back.”
I
didn't speak, watching the dog coming back with a mouthful of ball
and the stance of the sweep and the sweep of the oars as the
ThreeFiftyCrew neared the beach, then I felt the tears running down
my cheeks. I looked over, deep into the eyes of my strongest friend
and he said..
On that
day, when we get out there, out beyond the waves, out where the sun
rises and sets on the sea, you and me and the rest of the crew are
going floating like a bunch of turtles, just floating on the waves
and gazing at the moon and maybe then, everything we learnt on the
journey will make sense.... GjF
Speaking about 420, which I
wasn't but I ought, I know that I independantly decided to
light up my scale model 'Big Bong Peace Pipes' in front of my
web cam at 4.20 pm as part of the weekly 'BBt-PPP
Global Gatherings' in 1998 and so does Cannabis Dave
the www.undatoka.com who used to
meet me online at that time, I know that when I got to Nimbin I
started asking people to join me to light up at 420 in front of
my web cam in 'the peace camp' - the activists at drugsense.org
and mapinc.org to name a couple and I know that for over a
decade Cannabis Dave and/or I sat in the Nimbin H*E*M*P Bar
inspiring thousands upon thousands of other locals, back packers and
aussies to light up at 420 and every www.nimbin-marijuana-march.420-web-hosting.com
since the very first one in 99, which was celebrated by,
you guessed it, Cannabis Dave and me, (plus Paris, Ruben and
Felix) has lit up at 420 and I also know that of all the
people I have ever met - on line and off -none of them was
420ing before I was. Point being, so what, so what if I been 420ing
longer than anyone, 420, like the google bot and the internet, all
evolved around me, I was there to watch it grow, I got the benefits
of being in the vanguard of those who was helping spread
the mythos of FourTwenty - and every MardiGrass
since 1999 the number of people sharing 420 with me has
increased. Mission accomplished ;O)
And thus, having run out of stuff to
talk about and link "to" (do have a quick check at www.BigJoint.org - Ya
never know! ;0) for the "sixth" month of twenty fourteen, the
only thing left to tell you at this point in cyber space and time
dear linear scholar is that maybe you can find me sitting at
the POLITE table on the back veranda of the Nimbin H*E*M*P* Embassy
(or in the H*E*M*P* Bar),
in the drugsense Chat Room or
perhaps on the Nimbin
H*E*M*P*Embassy Forums or, plus/and if you have access to
facebook go to facebook.com/BigBongPeacePipeProject.
FaceBook ID = Max Stone.
till next
peace
;O)--~
P.S Did you ever hear about the
arrest
for the cultivation of the Cannabis Plants that were to have been
the focus of the 2001 webshow.
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