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Thoughts and Dreams of Aaron Schmidt

This is the online journal of Aaron Schmidt where he records his thoughts (when they seem relevant) and his dreams (when he can remember them).

09 May 2004 Please close the door

We are currently conducting experiments into the life cycle of the sac fungi, Ascomycota. This study is a scientific response to the question of “High to moderate temperature spoils on a full fledged Artal fungi” proposed by Kravitz & Hutch, 1992.

Temperature stability is critial to our experiments, as fungi react violently to even the slightest change in temperature. A fluctuation of 2-3°C (when located within 750m of sea-level) can cause deterimental stunting of growth and restriction of available oxygen to the growth bed. Must fungi will not survive if a breach of 7°C is reached.

The tiny bodies which discolor and decay some wood belong to an enormous group of factories. Incapable to produce their appropriate supply, molds will feed instead on a vaste range of natural substances such as the leather, the tissue, the rattan, the paper and the wood.

The most effective method to prevent fungal deterioration is to expose it to the sandbank method. Humidity levels between 6% and 16% can force fungi to cycle into their winter stage. We have attempted to recreate this winter stage by applying the Greedy Tricycle theorem: “Body to spin, to spin, to spin.” This, however, only accounts for 68% of the total growth market in a healthy, stabile sac fungi.

We appreciate your consideration in this matter and any inconvienence caused will be tracked back to the appropriate owner, resulting in the full distribution of rock and slide.


The Tech Support Team

21 April 2004 Macgyver and me

Crazy dream last night.

It starts off in the parking lot of a local convenience store where I'm preforming lab experiments with Macgyver (yes, the one and only!). So Macgyver and me were inside a scientific lab that had the shape of a giant Erlenmeyer Flask and was big enough to support the two of us with all our labratory equipment. The lab walls were made of a thick, non-transparent plastic and there was a thin, glass window that wrapped around the entire circumference of the flask. There were no doors, but a single ladder climbed up the wall side to the opening at the top, sealed by a submarine hatch door.

So here we are, average day in the lab with Macgyver and me, when all of sudden we receive an alert. The telescreen lights up to display our arch-nemesis Kevin Spacey who announces that he will destroy us once and for all!! Evil laugh, then Spacey is gone.

Our labratory begins to quickly fill with water and before we know it, Flask Lab is completely submerged. Macgyver and me swim around trying to find a way out. Nearby, I discover a small rubber pipe plugged into one of our data display screens. The pipe contains a small amount of oxygen. I take a breath and then pass the pipe to Macgyver, who politely refuses the offer. I remember being very impressed with Macgyver's ability to breathe underwater in stressful situations.

At this point Macgyver has figured out a way to unscrew the bolts holding down the submarine hatch. I come to his assistance and within a few minutes, we are able to push the hatch open. (During this time, I was forced to return to the pipe for oxygen but Macgyver never faltered ... incredible!)

After escaping we drive over to Spacey's headquarters (which has a strange resemblance to my office here in Paris). A number of my friends from work are sitting around playing the card game President. I've always been pretty good at the game so I sit down to play a few hands.

The cards are very similar to a standard deck of cards with numbers from 1-9 and the different suits, but in addition to this there are different words written on all the cards. The words were not in English or French but rather random sound combinations (like neero or flik). So as the turn went around the table, each player had to match the suit, the number, or the word.

My turn comes up and I notice I have the card 8 of spades with the word "terino". The current card card on the table is the 3 of hearts "terenizo" and I'm wondering if my word matches or not? How close do they have to be?!

Macgyver is telling me to hurry the fuck up but I can't decide. Then Spacey comes into the room and becons for me to follow him. He does this very calmly like he is just another colleague from work trying to help me out of this uncomfortable situation where I don't know how to play the game.

He tells me we can go and talk in the piano room. Sure enough, this room has a piano and I immediately sit down and start to play. I feel so happy and so free and nothing matters anymore. After a little while, Spacey smiles and says "You don't know how to play, do you?" I look at him, a little confused and a little hurt.

He clarifies, "Terino ... you don't know how to play the game..."

"Oh, yah ... no, I don't know."

"I can teach you."

... and the dream ends with me playing piano, happy and content.

22 March 2004 Peter Gabriel

Dream by Jason Kravitz

Peter Gabriel plays free concert at work or in some kind of non standarad venue. It starts quite dramatically with loud ominous music - it's actually supposed to be Genesis with Gabriel singing. They also mention some former singers in some retrospective before the show and say Anthony Michael Hall used to sing with them and some other people. I thought it was odd that I didn't remember Hall being an ex singer.

The show starts with this prehistoric looking drawbridge with spikes and stuff on it. Some guys come out - I think one might be Gabriel but realized they are dancers. They come over the top and peer around the edges and then hang off the bottom so their weight causes the drawbridge to fall down and Gabriel is on top.

He is singing and wearing while face makeup with black circle eyes. Kind of creepy. He has a hat at one point in the show - it is very uncrowded but there is a big open area between the stage and where people are standing (like typical uncrowded concert when people don't want to push up to the very front) Some girls come out - I think they are co-workers coming out to see what the noise is all about - like the show wasn't publicized at all... Gabriel throws his hat - it is a baseball cap that says "MOD" or something like that on the front. It lands near one of the new girls feet and I half want to grab it thinking she probably doesn't even want it but then she picks it up.

It was peculiar that the arrangements had lots of instruments and parts but Gabriel and dancers were the only people on stage I thought the band should be up there too.

The show just kind of ended - he maybe only played 5 songs or less...

afterward people were standing around. This short woman came out and was talking to people. She said something about how she is a great keyboard player and backup singer but was kind of sick. Gabriel came around and she called him honey or something that made me think they were together. She showed us some pamphlet "Searching for Heather GooXX??" whatever her name was and it was an article about how she was this underground keyboard player singer that went into obscurity for a while before joining with Gabriel.

I got up to the front of the stage and the short backup singer is talking to me and another guy. She says they are having a contest and there are certain rules but it is pretty easy. They are trying to come up with a new story or set for a future show in Pittsburgh or Philly. She shows us a pamphlet of the tour schedule.

She says there are a couple base rules like you can't yawn while talking about it and as she says this I feel a yawn come but I try to do it closed mouth to not arouse suspicion. I start thinking of my idea as the other guy is talking. You have to design a set around Horton from "Horton Hears a Who" I think Horton in the real story is an elephant but in the dream I'm thinking he is a puppet with a long neck and I imagine him stuck in a hole on a golf course (this is kind of like the movie Evolution which has funny monsters on a golf course and I watched it tonight)

Peter comes over as I begin to describe my idea. He seems kind of messed up - maybe on ecstasy or something and is eager to hear my idea. He says something about how it needs to be in post war 40's and I say it can be but the idea is timeless too - he likes that. I say "We are at a hoighty toighty rich country club... near the last hole, horton is stuck in the hole with his neck sticking out and there is a pizza in visual distance that he can't get to because he is stuck in the hole" I am thinking about how this is funny because of the way the country club people will react to the puppet. Peter seems to really like the idea and is sketching first on a palm pilot type device and then it is a piece of paper - like he is drawing a story board. At one point while the lady is saying something to the other guy I lean in and whisper to Peter... "Is your studio and rehersal like Willie Wonka's Chocolate Factory?" and leans in a whispers in my ear softly "It's better!"

He also says something weird about the promoter or manager and how Gabriel started the show late which is always trouble and then they had to get off early but then he said "But one of those statements is not true - can you guess which one? I should stop doing that" like he was fucking with me but not in a bad way - just an odd game...

I go on stage with him briefly to seal my idea and ask him to take my email address so that he can mail me if he uses the idea. He writes it on his sketch paper but his hands are a bit shaky (maybe from whatever drug he has done) and the "Z" in my name looks like a funny creature. I am kind of shaky too but the kind of shaky I get from being overly excited about a situation and idea - like nerves mixed with adrenaline. Some guy on the stage may have asked me if I am nervous and I say no but then realize I must be kind of shaky.

I get off the stage back to the crowd - the place has mostly cleared out and John Lindemann and Jimmy Sobeck and some others were waiting for me to get back. I try to play it off but think they probably saw me talking to him for a while and laughing and having fun. I felt honored.

Dream by Jason Kravitz