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Ah, those were the days!

Alan Krasberg, one of the researchers connected with Sealab, was the son of one of my mother's best friends, Tammy Krasberg. Apparently one afternoon Alan was testing some rebreathing equipment in the family pool. Tammy, who was reading a magazine pool-side, realized she hadn't seen any activity from him for awhile, so she put down her magazine, dove in, hauled him to the surface and, at least according to the story my mother told, gave him CPR. He revived and his mother went back to her magazine.

I'm tempted to believe this since Tammy was one of the most unflappable people I have ever met.

I also live in the general area (in Sebastopol) and I have watched with disgust the politics around this boondogle. This is waste water that Santa Rosa had to get rid of someplace other than the Russian River because of a federal court ruling,even though it is tertiary treated water (better than 90%+ of the crap dumped into the Mississippi). The Alexander Valley grape growers first sued to keep the pipeline from going through their valley, but then after they found out they were going to get a cut in their allocation of water from the Russian River (for unrelated reasons involving Potter Valley, the Elk River, and spawning salmon) they sued again, this time to get access to the water in the pipeline.

But what really frosts my balls is that after all this time/money/legal action, the energy produced by dumping it into the Geyers is almost completely offset by the energy required to pump the water up that big friggin' hill in the first place.

What is even more special is the list of "Customers Who Viewed This Item Also Viewed" products.

Now I have to get a towel and clean the coffee off my monitor.

After all the acid I did over the years you would think I would have gotten at least one, teensy little flashback. But nooooooo!

Then I went to the CHM and they almost had to carry me out on a stretcher. I went into a fugue state and got my hand slapped by a docent for touching the mouse of the Xerox Alto. It was like 30 years hadn't passed and I just knew there were people out there, waiting in the maze, peeking around the corners like cockroaches.

The card readers, ginormous disk drives, core memory, video games, etc., etc. -- it all combined to warp space and time. I had thought 2 hours would be enough (my wife was shopping) ... ha! Ten hours wouldn't be enough! Go for the Super Geek package and you get the entrance fee + a really geeky black/white T-shirt with CHM spelled out in binary-ASCII (I'm wearing it as I type this).

Uhm, if we do that we will ... die. The CO2 partial pressure in your blood is what actually makes your body decide when to breathe.

At the suggestion of a friend from the PLATO IV project (Hi, Mike!) I visited PARC in September of 1974. Not knowing anything about it I walked up to the front desk and asked if I could have a tour. The nice lady asked where I was working and I said I had just moved to the area and didn't have a job yet. She said she would see if there was someone who had some time.

About 15 minutes later this nice guy came out and proceeded to give me about a 2.5 hour tour. I was not only amazed at the tech they had, but also at how deeply he seemed to understand all of it. It was a like a walk through Disneyland led by Walt himself. I called my friend and absolutely bubbled over about what I had seen. He asked who had shown me around and I admitted I was horrible with names, but I knew his first name was .... Alan. I also told my friend that someday I hoped to work there.

Yes, it was Alan Kay, and although I never worked at PARC, 4 years later I was working down the hill at Xerox ASD on the BravoX project with the in/famous Charles Simonyi as my manager.

Good times.

No, thank God, he's not. My guy is the one who wrote The Handbook of Artificial Intelligence back in the early 80s.

I think you're just being pedantagorically silly.