Happy Birthday Maxwell Princeton Beal!!!!!

9h35, Clear Beautiful day in Bako. ~65. Sitting in Studio with Heidi, Rocket (Dog), and Olive (Cat). This is a really nice chill space! Listening to Spa on Slacker. Heidi is creating Journals with Wooden Covers (beautifully embellished with symbols) for the upcoming Boy Scout Camperall. She is preparing to be of service to the scouts by running the Trading post. The scouts are so blessed to have Heidi’s support! Love being here with my great love!

Today is Max’s 22nd Bday. What a great son! So proud to be his father! He graduates from UC Davis in a few months then off to Kansas State DVM School! Wow! what a great man! He is living life so fully! I love him so much!So wonderful to have such a loving amazing loving son! Can’t wait to go to the World Cup Brazil with him and Heidi in June for a Month for another GREAT adventure! God speed!

What’s the day looking like? Meditation at the river, shopping for veggies to plant in garden, working on landing off apartment #1, swimming, then to Akira’s for Maxwell’s Birthday Celebration. Such a joy-filled life!

Yesterday in brief. After a beautiful morning of putzing and working on book, went on 1h10m run with dog, then walked with Heidi and dog to sequoia sandwich shop for amazing California Pastrami and Chicken Caesar salad. I then worked on Apt. #1 Landing while Heidi worked in Studio. After, Heidi, Travis, and I enjoyed a beautiful BBQ dinner having made-on-the-grill by Travis Chops and Chicken, plus made by Heidi Salad, and Biscuits. Topped off with IPA’s and home made Chai! YUM-ME!!!! So much flavor! So filling. I ate myself silly! After Heidi and I had mucho fun watching Captain Ron on Amazon Prime. Sail away!

Living in Paradise in Bakersfield, California with my great love Heidi, I thank god for this great life and super abundance and the most wonderful day ahead! I wish all great joy and peace!





A little tid-bit I picked up from the internet. Its goofy in most spots, however I thought it was funny. I like to laugh. My comments are bolded

Governments of the Industrial World, you weary giants of flesh and steel, I come from Cyberspace, the new home of Mind. On behalf of the future, I ask you of the past to leave us alone. You are not welcome among us. You have no sovereignty where we gather. The is pure fantasy. This came from a human and if you want to be left alone, you need to be a hermit. Everyone is welcome on the internet. Its open. It is not an exclusive club.

We have no elected government, nor are we likely to have one, so I address you with no greater authority than that with which liberty itself always speaks. I declare the global social space we are building to be naturally independent of the tyrannies you seek to impose on us. You have no moral right to rule us nor do you possess any methods of enforcement we have true reason to fear. Again, the person who wrote this treats the internet as an exclusive space, and apparently thinks all government is bad. Pure shit. Probably a rich spoiled child protected by the government.

Governments derive their just powers from the consent of the governed. You have neither solicited nor received ours. We did not invite you. You do not know us, nor do you know our world. Cyberspace does not lie within your borders. Do not think that you can build it, as though it were a public construction project. You cannot. It is an act of nature and it grows itself through our collective actions. Who built the Internet? Who enabled it? Government. His government. Who has a right to be there too? Government. All governments are not all the same.

You have not engaged in our great and gathering conversation, nor did you create the wealth of our marketplaces. You do not know our culture, our ethics, or the unwritten codes that already provide our society more order than could be obtained by any of your impositions. Who’s you? The government is you and me. This guy disassociates the people and governments. Its the same

You claim there are problems among us that you need to solve. You use this claim as an excuse to invade our precincts. Many of these problems don’t exist. Where there are real conflicts, where there are wrongs, we will identify them and address them by our means. We are forming our own Social Contract . This governance will arise according to the conditions of our world, not yours. Our world is different. What a fantasy. This must have been written while on drugs. Your world is the same.

Cyberspace consists of transactions, relationships, and thought itself, arrayed like a standing wave in the web of our communications. Ours is a world that is both everywhere and nowhere, but it is not where bodies live. Again I think this paragraph is drug induced

We are creating a world that all may enter without privilege or prejudice accorded by race, economic power, military force, or station of birth. Bullshit. What “we” would then be creating would be non-human. OK, maybe not drugs, just too many future fantasy movies.

We are creating a world where anyone, anywhere may express his or her beliefs, no matter how singular, without fear of being coerced into silence or conformity.

Is this a Parody? I have to stop here. This is boring shit!

Your legal concepts of property, expression, identity, movement, and context do not apply to us. They are all based on matter, and there is no matter here.

Our identities have no bodies, so, unlike you, we cannot obtain order by physical coercion. We believe that from ethics, enlightened self-interest, and the commonweal, our governance will emerge . Our identities may be distributed across many of your jurisdictions. The only law that all our constituent cultures would generally recognize is the Golden Rule. We hope we will be able to build our particular solutions on that basis. But we cannot accept the solutions you are attempting to impose.

In the United States, you have today created a law, the Telecommunications Reform Act, which repudiates your own Constitution and insults the dreams of Jefferson, Washington, Mill, Madison, DeToqueville, and Brandeis. These dreams must now be born anew in us.

You are terrified of your own children, since they are natives in a world where you will always be immigrants. Because you fear them, you entrust your bureaucracies with the parental responsibilities you are too cowardly to confront yourselves. In our world, all the sentiments and expressions of humanity, from the debasing to the angelic, are parts of a seamless whole, the global conversation of bits. We cannot separate the air that chokes from the air upon which wings beat.

In China, Germany, France, Russia, Singapore, Italy and the United States, you are trying to ward off the virus of liberty by erecting guard posts at the frontiers of Cyberspace. These may keep out the contagion for a small time, but they will not work in a world that will soon be blanketed in bit-bearing media.

Your increasingly obsolete information industries would perpetuate themselves by proposing laws, in America and elsewhere, that claim to own speech itself throughout the world. These laws would declare ideas to be another industrial product, no more noble than pig iron. In our world, whatever the human mind may create can be reproduced and distributed infinitely at no cost. The global conveyance of thought no longer requires your factories to accomplish.

These increasingly hostile and colonial measures place us in the same position as those previous lovers of freedom and self-determination who had to reject the authorities of distant, uninformed powers. We must declare our virtual selves immune to your sovereignty, even as we continue to consent to your rule over our bodies. We will spread ourselves across the Planet so that no one can arrest our thoughts.

We will create a civilization of the Mind in Cyberspace. May it be more humane and fair than the world your governments have made before.

Reads like a Science Fiction Novel, and a bad one at that. I take back what I said in my opening sentence.



Leviticus never took shallow conversation seriously. Pop-tart chat of the want.to.be serious kind bored him. When chat reeked of fantasy.second-hand.imitation.bullshit, something he particularly loathed, he would interrupt the person, begin to reply in some equally fantastic way, then in the middle of his own sentence, cut himself off, turn and walk away. Living in the city he was plagued by cultural sameness.

Yep, Heidi and I participated. 14+ miles of walking, sightseeing, and conversing on a perfect glorious day with my great love! Wow! Started in Bako at 6:30am with an excellent breakfast at 24th Street Cafe, then off on the drive to LA. Excellent. So beautiful to be with Heidi. We park at Wilcox and Hollywood Blvd. (Mile 10.5) then off we strutted to Santa Monica amid the 1000′s of runners and 1 million plus watchers/locals. Stopped along the way twice to rest for a few minutes. Hydrated every water spot. Pace was 3.5mph. We held up will and felt good the whole way. At mile 25, Heidi rested/waited with friends as I went ahead to Ocean blvd and a grand view of the bay then finish line (another 3 miles r/t). Just perfect. Returning back to Heidi, I ask a Bus driver on an off street for directions to the nearest bus stop so we could return back to our car. She said “I’m heading your way” and offered to give us a ride. OK! We jumped in and the three of us tootled along though LA in a nice LA Bus back to our car. What an Angel! She was a most graceful young lady. We offered her a $20 tip. She refused and said she was doing this from the heart. We slipped it in a spot anyway and we parted. Prosperity 101! We then headed off for dinner at Sammy’s Wood Fired Grill in Studio City. Way yummy! Drive home was soooo relaxing. Back to Bako at 7pm. Paradise on Earth. Wow! Wow! Wow! God speed, love and blessing to all! Oh yes, already planning for next year…:)

Friday Feb 28, 2014 Bako Home, 17h45, rainy, cooler. Living in paradise. Miriam Visiting. Work day at CVX. Miriam in studio with Heidi having Art fun! Heidi’s Art Studio is complete and looking so good!

Just finished beautiful anniversary/vacation in Santa Barbara and Channel Islands with my great love. Last Friday to Tuesday. After telling our loved ones of our sail plan, off we went in the Prius. Heidi and I had a most wonderful time. Stayed Friday and Saturday on Sailboat in Harbor. We were on the Heather Jean, a 32′ Catalina – really the perfect sailboat for our stay and sailing trip – roomy, well appointed, and sea worthy. A perfect 10 relaxing time. Seafood dinner on the Wharf Friday night. Excellent walks on boardwalk. Reading, Crocheting, Writing. Saturday night Dinner made Heidi – Perfect. Breakfast at DeAngelo’s Sat. then Tuesday AM at Tulipe’s – YUMMY! Sunday sailed to Santa Cruz and anchored at Prisoners harbor. Perfect anchor set (with Heidi’s help). Heidi is really getting into the first mate thing. She helped all along (and had fun!). In PM, great hike along coast of island, excellent views. Saw Island Foxes. Cool! Food was excellent (made by Heidi!). She is such wonder, love, and great cook! Sleeping on the boat was a 10+ (the cradle of god). Monday we had an excellent leisurely morning, then perfect sail on return to SB. I wore Conrad’s old navy cap for good luck when we crossed the shipping lanes (saw 3 huge ships!) – it worked! A wee-bit. to very, foggy at times. The ocean was very calm. This was a wonderful vacation, and for one most important reason – Heidi. Wow!

“If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams,
and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined,
he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary;
new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him;
or the old laws be expanded, and interpreted in his favor in a more liberal sense,
and he will live with the license of a higher order of beings.”

-Henry David Thoreau, “Walden”

Thank you Heidi for being the greatest expression of love I ever imagined. I love you.


Posted: February 20, 2014 in Poems

My friends, family, the world,

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling