THIS IS A NOTE IIN A BOTTLE AND A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS (and prayers)

They say….they say a lot of silly things, but they say, if a hundred monkeys on one island invent something or think about something, then monkeys on another island can get it.  Now if I could just find a hundred monkeys to think about Casa Goofy International….er….  OK, maybe some of us just weren’t meant to understand science. …but could you just Google Casa Goofy International?  Could you come out and observe? Werner Heisenberg says you can change a lot just by observing.  Yogi Bera says you can observe a lot just by watching.  So could you watch while a little international arts and guerilla gardening center in a little jerkwater berg out west tries to reverse the political and physical mass of a whole planet in motion toward Armageddon? (Ooops! Lost it!  Wanna see it again?)  And who is it, anyhow, the god of clowns or humanity in general that’s treating this crisis as some kind of joke?  But if it’s the thought that counts, think of it as Armageddon to know you. Think about joining Casa Goofy International for $10 membership fee and get your FREE customized membership card (suitable for framing) and special decoder ring.  Think about fun things to do on the Titanic.  Is that possible. O you betcha!

Ever since the fall of the International Arts Center/Muse at 5^th Ave. and 6^th. St. I wanted revenge for the dirty politics that did us in, then I realized the best revenge is living well and doing good, then I said let’s reinvent the IAC as an international exchange for art, artists, and ideas based, like Student Exchange, on community, on individuals instead of big shots and big buildings with money targets on their butts. Let’s create a laboratory for developing art and gardening methods for use in tight, messy, ugly and otherwise unforgiving urban spaces because this is where we must learn to live and work in balance or nothing else works.  But did somebody say “unforgiving”?  Along came Code Enforcement and we worked night and day on borrowed money and borrowed time….and at the risk of sounding foolhardy we are still alive.

We’re shouldering the burden of the 98 percent failure rate for innovation.  We’re making all the mistakes possible so others won’t have to make them.  Don’t bother to thank us, we’re clowns so we can’t help it.  We’re serious clowns. A phone call away from the ultimate tragedy we’re shouldering the burden of happiness. Our unsuccessful experiments get reclassified as prayers.  So then, by definition, we have to let them go.  Because of that, as some people say, we haven’t got a prayer.  So would you lend us one of yours? 

Please complete our thoroughly unscientific survey and address all replies to casagoofyinternational@gmail.com.

Does it matter how many pray or meditate?  Or how long or how many times? Can the future change or is it set in stone?  If we all ultimately must walk alone, if we can change nothing more than the way we think about it, are we on our way home? And please tell us your story about prayer or meditation. 

Yours Truly

Dennis Williams AKA Fathed, AKA Superdummy, AKA The Ladybug Man, AKA Flower

Chief Clown, janitor and (note in a) bottle washer, Casa Goofy International