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Sept/Oct 1999

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Editorials


Incarnational
In the fountain is a large man in a white dress... In one hand he holds a paper cup with a blue Parthenon emblazoned on it to collect the change he uselessly attempts to bum (New Yorkers are not so easily entertained). In the other, a bottle of Colt 45.
Stanley Jenkins

 

Sky Burial
No less a personage than Timothy Leary (or at least a bit of his ashes) has been fired past the atmosphere to circle us, a tiny satellite, a very minor moon. This is, I am told, a commercial service; if your survivors can afford it, you too can be sprinkled in the sky.
Paul Sampson

 

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