1995 Eivissa (Ibiza): Neutrinos for Windows

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1995 Eivissa (Ibiza): Neutrinos for Windows

Monday 25 Sept 1995

Mayra

My day starts with my Newton waking me (thank you Clockwise). I roll out of bed and make it, pack everything into my fanny-pack, get dressed, and join breakfast (already in progress this day because Mayra (thumbnail at left) got up very early).

Daniel and I drop Mayra off at school and open ECO. While he's checking the incoming faxes I'm off at Fernandito's having hot cocoa with Derk, Daniel's handyman and all-around fix-it guy. Electrical, plumbing, carpentry, and cars, Derk (pronounced "die-eck") is your man.

We drive off to Eivissa Cuidad to do some errands. Since I'm scheduled to make dinner tonight I go shopping at the Mercado de Ibiza to search out fresh vegetables for my pasta creation. I find onions, mushrooms, and red and green peppers. Later, at a shop run by a Philipina that Daniel has known for years, we pick up fresh pasta and a base tomato sauce. We head back to Sant Joan. I walk over to Fernandito's to see what's up.

David Buschman

Petra Becks, a 42-year-old Rieke massage practitioner, sits down at my table. She's all excited about Ra's upcoming class. As I look around Fernandito's I notice that a large part of Sant Joan's new age expatriate community is here eating lunch before the class starts (at 1400). Before she leaves to go across the street to find a good seat Petra suggest that I speak with David Buschman (shown at right) or his wife Samis about some Brazilians who will be here in two days to lead some rituals involving drumming, dancing, and hallucenogenics.

Ra Uru Hu, the former physics professor you've already met, is getting ready to speak. Spiral-bound photocopies of his book The Book of Letters (A Guide to Human Design Analysis based on the Human Design System) are sitting on a table by the garden entrance of the ACT indoor meeting area. An imposing black briefcase sporting a "No Choice" sticker (part of the course's philosophy) sits there as well. A black sheet with a schematic diagram of the chackras of a person in the lotus position printed in white hangs in the middle of the room. I realize that Petra's wearing a necklace of the same design; she'd commissioned it be done in gold and silver, with the chalkras represented by amethyst jewels.

HDS logo

A programmer in Amsterdam who is working with Ra has come up with commercial software tied to the Human Design System called 1995 Eivissa (Ibiza): Neutrinos for Windows. The book is filled with screen shots of the software doing "readings" of Marilyn Monroe, Joe DiMaggio, and Arthur Miller. I can't comment on the course (not an introductory one) or the philosophy (all new age lessons transmitted to one person by a Voice sound like the same mumbo-jumbo pablum to me). I can provide a direct quote from A Guide to the Monthly Neutrino Program, Insights & Views from Ra Uru Ha. Here's the first paragraph from the September 1995 issue:

One of the most important aspects of working with transits is the first hand encounter with the conditioning of the planets. Not only are we constantly being conditioned by the planets but our knowledge of these forces has been deeply conditioned, and particularly by Graeco-Roman mythology. Venus is one of the most glaring examples. At the same time the Romans were turning her into a "dumb blond" the Mayans were timing all their ritual executions to her cycle.

Your mileage may vary.

The weather has turned with a vengence. Even to my San Francisco sensibilities it's cold. The sun is completely obscured by clouds and a choppy breeze herds everyone inside Fernandito's. Rumpled sweatshirts and blue jean jackets appear, pulled out from under car seats or spare tires. Even so, people huddle together in solidarity against the weather's betrayal. Ra's class has a break, so a run on the espresso ensues.

The cigarette machine's built-in digital clock shows the wrong time; it's not been changed to reflect the end of daylight savings time. (Note for time geeks: even though Eivissa lies in timezone GMT+2, it observes the same time as Spain, which lies in GMT.) My PowerBook should return from Barcelona on Thursday, Daniel opines. The pungent smell of Indian cigarettes wafts over to my seat. A television program about ice scuba diving is replaced by one about cathedrals. I notice because beautiful organ music fills Fernandito's.

I'm about halfway through John le Carré's A Perfect Spy. I picked it up to read about George Smiley, who isn't in this book, but this book has an interesting leading man and so I'm not unhappy.

I check my wristwatch: 1638. 0738 in San Francisco. Too late; I'll have to call in 23 hours. I tell my Newton to remember for me.

Nerd Note: Speaking of Newton, I have a bone to pick with those Grafitti folks regarding their Scratchpad feature. At first glance it's the cat's meow as it lets me write much more quickly. "Write-ahead" strokes are processed more quickly in the Scratchpad window than in the Notepad. But it has two low memory mis-features that have caused me to stop using it:

When the Newton gets into a low-memory situation (which in itself points to a memory leak since all I'm doing is writing to the Scratchpad/Notepad) I'm warned about the low mem and offered to restart the Newton or not. Choosing to restart purges what's in the Scratchpad, so I lost what I just wrote. Choosing not to restart isn't the panacea it would seem because I can't salvage the contents of the Scratchpad; anything I do brings me immediately to the low mem warning. (See previous action.) Once the Scratchpad cleared its buffer and then warned me about low mem, giving me no change to save my work. Bad.

Since getting into a low mem situation is a function of (it seems) the size of the note, how long I've been writing, and how long it's been since I last restarted my Newton, it's unpredictable and has caused me to twice loose several paragraphs of work. (Grafitti surely needs its low mem handling improved. The Scrapbook should be redesigned to have its content persist through restarts.) Using Grafitti with the Notepad has two of its own pitfalls: it's slower and sometimes the middle of a "written-ahead" sentence gets lost.

Derk Just as we got home rain began to fall. By the time we were halfway through a spinach and garlic quiche dinner the wind and rain has grown to a respectable storm (thumbnail at left). The kitchen window was blown open; water dripped through the kitchen skylight. (Derk, at left, was duly consulted.) I throw on my orange Gore-Tex Search and Rescue jacket and go out to play in the rainstorm. When the lightning gets too close to our moutaintop villa for my comfort I high-tail it back inside and have a late dessert with Daniel. It's 2230 and the rain has stopped but the wind continues to howl and shake the house.

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