- Teacher Tenure
- Hwy 128 Closed
- Catch of the Day
- Domestic Altercation
- Police Calls
- Culture of Violence
- Overcrowding Release
- Prison Problems
- Noise Meeting Report
- Video Bust
- Blast from the Past
- Explosives near School
- Asking for More
- Cereal Killer
- Not Yet 40
- In Serious Decline
- Maine Says No
JUDGE ROLF TREU of the Los Angeles Superior Court has thrown out California's teacher tenure laws. The judge's ruling Tuesday in Vergara v. California said the tenure laws were unconstitutional and that both students and teachers were being cheated.
THE PLAINTIFFS alleged that firing incompetent teachers can take “two to almost 10 years and cost $50,000 to $450,000 or more.” The judge estimated the number of “grossly ineffective teachers” in California at “2,750 to 8,250.”
THE SUIT was filed against the state on behalf of nine students in May, 2012 by Students Matter, a nonprofit founded by David Welch, a Silicon Valley entrepreneur. The state's teachers unions quickly jumped in as co-defendants, and on Tuesday they vowed to appeal, dismissing the ruling as just the beginning of a long legal battle.
AN ON-LINE comment re the tenure ruling: “I always laugh when teachers claim to be underpaid and overworked. My parents were both public school teachers, they worked around 1500 hours a year most years, is my guess. My mother won all sorts of teaching awards, and my father was routinely rated by students as the best teacher in the school — he later became a principal. They taught in another state, and were paid far, far less than CA teachers. We weren't rich, but they were paid fairly per hour they actually worked — we'd spend the whole summer off camping while the non teachers still had to work. When you look at teacher pay, you have to factor in that it's a 6 or 7 hour day by contract and that includes breaks and lunch and grading time; you don't work 15 or so holidays; you don't work for 2-5 weeks of vacation or summer; you get very good and valuable medical and retirement benefits; it's around 200 or so work days a year, and you work in a fulfilling job. The reason you cant get people to go into teaching now is not due to pay, its due to the fact that there is no security from being laid off as first in first out — even if you are a great teacher. The pay per hour required to be worked is actually decent. Tenure is not why people become teachers.
HIGHWAY 128 was closed from about 8am Tuesday morning until almost 2pm because power lines, downed by the sudden fall of a large tree, had covered the roadbed near the Southard Ranch east of Yorkville. Through traffic was re-routed through Ukiah.
CATCH OF THE DAY, TUESDAY, JUNE 10TH
LUIS VARGAS, Ukiah. Driving on a suspended license, revocation of probation.
MARIA VEGA, Ukiah. Domestic violence.
BRITTON AZBILL, Covelo. Domestic violence, witness intimidation, revocation of probation.
JAMES NORTON, Willits. Drug paraphenalia.
ROLAND RANDLY RUIZ, Ukiah. The euphonious Mr. Ruiz, was arrested on meth-related charges.
RAMON NIETO, Willits. Drunk in public.
On 05-30-2014 at approximately 3:55 PM, Mendocino County Sheriff Deputies were dispatched to a domestic related altercation that occurred at a residence within the 38000 block of Old Stage Road in Gualala, California.
Upon arrival, Deputies contacted the female victim and learned that she had been involved in a verbal argument with her cohabitating partner Salvador Salgado-Coria.
The argument escalated into Salgado-Coria striking the victim several times about the face and head, while the victim was attempting to leave the location. Deputies observed that the victim had visible injuries to her face and head consistent with that of a physical assault.
Deputies then made contact with Salgado-Coria who had visible injury to his hand. Based on their investigation, Deputies arrested Salgado-Coria for the listed charge.
Salgado-Coria was transported to the Mendocino County Jail where he was to be held in lieu of $25,000.00 bail.
POLICE CALLS AS OF WEDNESDAY MORNING
MAN SPEEDING THROUGH TRAILER PARK -- Caller at the Manor Oaks mobile home park reported at 10:24 a.m. Friday that an unshaven, heavyset man driving a two-door, black car was speeding through the park. An officer checked the area but he was gone.
DRUNKEN MAN IN FRONT OF DOOR -- Caller in the 200 block of West Mill Street reported at 1:34 p.m. Friday that a man lying in front of the store's door said he needed an ambulance. An officer responded and arrested a 26-year-old Ukiah man for being drunk in public.
DOG IN CAR -- Caller in the 900 block of South Oak Street reported at 1:46 p.m. Friday that a dog was locked in a blue car. An officer checked the area but did not find it.
TOOLS STOLEN -- Caller in the 1100 block of Mulberry Street reported at 3:14 p.m. Friday that a trailer had been broken into and tools stolen.
FAMILY REFUSING TO LEAVE -- Caller in the 1200 block of Carrigan Lane reported at 8:52 p.m. Friday that a family member was on a couch and refusing to leave. Before an officer responded, the caller reported that the person had left.
BIKE STOP -- An officer stopped a bicyclist in the 700 block of South State Street at 1:05 a.m. Saturday and arrested Randall L. Gensaw, 41, of Ukiah, on suspicion of receiving stolen property, possession of a controlled substance and being under the influence of a controlled substance. He was booked into Mendocino County Jail.
CAR KEYED -- Caller in the 200 block of East Clay Street reported at 5:57 a.m. Saturday that his car was keyed. An officer took a report.
BICYCLE TIRES SLASHED -- Caller in the 1300 block of South State Street reported at 11:58 a.m. Saturday that the tires on a bicycle had been slashed.
DOG IN CAR -- Caller in the 500 block of East Perkins Street reported at 2:33 p.m. Saturday that a dog had been in a yellow VW for the past hour. An officer responded and determined that the dog was fine.
VEHICLE PROWL -- Caller in the 100 block of East Standley Street reported at 3:41 p.m. Saturday that a vehicle had been burglarized. An officer responded and took a report.
ATTEMPTED BREAK-IN -- Caller in the 1300 block of Beacon Way reported at 4:46 p.m. Saturday that someone attempted to burglarize a home. An officer responded and took a report.
DEATH -- An officer responded to the 500 block of Capps Lane at 6:05 p.m. Saturday and took a report for a death.
A RECENT HEADLINE in the Onion nicely sums up the latest school shooting, this one in Oregon on Tuesday morning: “‘No Way To Prevent This,’ Says Only Nation Where This Regularly Happens.”
ACCORDING to a press release from the Eureka Police Department posted on the essential Lost Coast Outpost website, the Humboldt County Jail is so crowded two guys arrested this week with 2.2 pounds of methamphetamine and $35,000 cash were booked and immediately released. “Both Blake and Yanez-Espana were transported and booked into the Humboldt County Correctional Facility for Possession of Methamphetamine for Sales. Both subjects were released due to overcrowding.”
THE 2014 MENDOCINO COUNTY GRAND JURY says, “A plan to cut state prison population by sending more convicts to local jails has increased the inmate population at the Mendocino County Jail in Ukiah, which also caused an uptick in violence at the jail.”
GJ REPORT, titled “The Impact of the Public Safety Realignment Act on Mendocino County,” released Monday, recommends that the County fund an expansion at the jail to accommodate all the bad boys, ordinarily packed off to the state pen, who now do their time out on Low Gap Road, Ukiah.
‘COUNTY JAIL STAFF is no longer able to separate the unsentenced prisoners, who are awaiting sentencing from the Superior Court, from the sentenced prisoners due to a lack of available space,” the grand jury report maintains. “An additional difficulty is separating the different classes of prisoners: e.g., gang members from maximum security inmates. As a result there are more violent incidents occurring at the County Jail.”
REALIGNMENT raised the number of inmates at the county jail from 206 to 270 by the end of June 2013, according to the grand jury report. The state's goal, according to the Jury, is to reduce the state prison population from 158 percent of capacity to 137 percent of capacity by February 2016. If the goal isn't reached, the state will issue paroles.
THE REALIGNMENT ACT was passed as a response to a lawsuit filed with the Federal District Court on prison overcrowding. State parole violators are no longer automatically returned to state prison. They appear in Mendocino County Superior Court for a hearing and can instead be sent to the County Jail.
THE GRAND JURY found that the County Jail staff “is meeting the basic needs of the inmates with the available budget and realignment funds.”
FROST MONSTER MEETING REPORT
With the guidance of Tom, this meeting focused on a mapping project. He wants to produce a map of the valley showing all the parcel numbers and the frost machines. This will cost about $100 dollars and those attending put in money to cover the cost. This map will help folks fill out the Complaint forms, and would be useful at Board of Supervisor meetings, etc. I received a reply to my complaint form asking for the parcel number or physical address of the vineyard and also specific dates and times of the alleged nuisances. My case is “pending.” The AVA reported receiving the same. Of course it's difficult to determine the address of the nuisances, so in a way we are getting a runaround. Also, no one has seemed to have recorded the dates of the offenses. I have a call into Ryan Pelleriti, the Code Enforcement Officer who sent the reply (234-6669 if any of you want to talk to him). I think what we need here is a blanket statement from them, not picking and choosing each case. I am hoping that is what a slurry of complaint forms will work towards. I will urge him to arrange a date to come to the valley and ask the vineyards to turn on their machines (during the day!) so that he can measure the decibels. Tom and Taunia produced a rough draft of an interview for residents asking them about if they have heard the noise and what kinds of ways they want to participate. This, unfortunately did not get discussed at this meeting. Vicki has produced a rough draft of a flier to hang in the valley in order to inform folks and get them involved. We will look at that together at the next meeting. Greg is working on re-wording the petition. There was some discussion if we would have to regather signatures that are on the original petition, and we decided no, we would just turn them in together and the point would be made. Greg and Lynn want the petition to focus on nocturnal noise and not the machines themselves. An excellent change as many are reporting complaints of late-night tractor noise as well. Lynn offered to take the petition and the complaint forms door-to-door in her neighborhood. Dan Hamburg was absent from the meeting and has not checked in with anyone. Last meeting he said he was going to check in to the noise element of the general plan that states that noise won't be tolerated if it goes more than 300 feet from a property. Lynn reported that Arnoud Roderer/Scharffenburger/etc. has dismantled one of several fans -- the one facing their home directly. I agreed to put an article in the AVA about the health affects of sleep deprivation. Hope this update helps. If I missed anything, let me know.
— Wendy Read
ON JUNE 2, 2014 at 9am Deputies from the Mendocino County Sheriff's Office were detailed to residences off of Oklahoma Lane in Fort Bragg, California regarding a possible trespasser. Deputies received a physical and unique clothing description of the suspect while responding to the location.
Upon arrival Deputies contacted a subject as described and the subject was identified as being Cody Furline, 23, of Fort Bragg. Furline denied trespassing onto properties in the neighborhood. While at the location Deputies received surveillance footage from a home owner which had captured Furline entering onto properties and making entry into a building. The footage also showed Furline looking into vehicles, a travel trailer and a residence. Upon reviewing the footage Deputies determined Furline was casing the location to commit a burglary. Furline was arrested and booked into the Mendocino County Jail on charges of burglary and was to be held on $30,000 bail.
BLAST FROM THE PAST
(The Ukiah Daily Journal - Sunday, June 26, 1988 — Page A-3)
Bosco Won't Sue Bruce
By Randy Foster, Ukiah Daily Journal
Congressman Doug Bosco said Friday he won't sue Boonville newspaperman Bruce Anderson for publishing a fictitious, inflammatory interview between Bosco and a Des Moines Register political reporter earlier this year. “Anderson is digging his own grave faster than I could,” Bosco said Friday at the Mendocino County Farm Bureau banquet. “The Des Moines Register was angrier about it than I was. Of course my staff was furious — we received thousands of calls after than story was published.” The story, which was published without disclaimers by Anderson in the Anderson Valley Advertiser, purported to be a transcript of an interview between Bosco and a reporter named David Yesson with the Register. Although the Register has no Yesson on staff, it does have a political reporter named David Yepson. In the fake story, Bosco purportedly made disparaging remarks about his liberal Mendocino County constituents. The story set off a furor hours after hitting the streets. Anderson first insisted the story was genuine, but later admitted it was a hoax and called the story “satire.” Bosco, D-Occidental, just recently was reelected by a wide margin. A long-time bachelor, he plans to marry Sonoma County Municipal Court Judge Gayle Guynup on July 2. The two have dated for six years. “She said if I didn't marry her I'd go to jail,” Bosco quipped.
ON JUNE 4, 2014 at 11:00 AM, Mendocino County Sheriff's Office (MCSO) Detectives executed a search warrant at an apartment in the 2000 block of South Dora Street in Ukiah, California. During the search of the apartment, Detectives located a loaded Glock 9mm pistol that had been previously reported stolen in a burglary of a Potter Valley residence. Detectives also located several electric blasting caps, commonly used to detonate commercial grade explosives, inside the apartment. As a precaution, the neighboring apartments were evacuated. Residents of apartments on the same block were asked to shelter in place. Grace Hudson Elementary School was notified of the potential danger and advised to keep all children inside their classrooms. The Sonoma County Sheriff's Office was contacted and a Deputy trained in Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) was dispatched to the scene.
The tenant of the apartment, Eric France, 45, of Ukiah, was not present during the service of the search warrant. A be-on-the-look-out (BOLO) was sent to all local law enforcement agencies. The BOLO directed law enforcement to arrest France, a convicted felon, if located. At approximately 6:00 PM, Deputies with the Mendocino County Sheriff's Office located France in the 100 block of Laws Avenue and took him into custody without incident. France was booked into the Mendocino County Jail on charges of felon in possession of a firearm, possession of an explosive device near school grounds, felon in possession of ammunition, and possession of stolen property where he was to be held in lieu of $175,000 bail. (Sheriff’s Press Release)
‘I WANT SOME MORE’
by Charles Dickens
The room in which the boys were fed, was a large stone hall, with a brick-lined kettle — a “copper” — at one end, out of which the master, dressed in an apron for the purpose, and assisted by one or two women, ladled the gruel at meal times. Of this festive composition each boy had one porringer, and no more — except on occasions of great rejoicing, when he had two ounces and a quarter of bread beside. The bowls never wanted washing. The boys polished them with the spoons till they shone again; and when they had performed this operation (which never took very long, the spoons being nearly as long as the bowls) they would sit staring at the copper with such eager eyes, as if they could have devoured the very bricks of which it was composed; employing themselves, meanwhile, in sucking their fingers most assiduously, with the view of catching up any stray splashes of gruel that might have been cast thereon.
Boys have generally excellent appetites. Oliver Twist and his companions suffered the tortures of slow starvation for three months; at last they got so voracious and wild with hunger that one boy, who was tall for his age, and hadn't been used to that sort of thing (for his father had kept a small cook-shop) hinted darkly to his companions that unless he had another basin of gruel per diem, he was afraid he might some night happen to eat the boy who slept next to him, who happened to be a weakly youth of tender age. He had a wild, hungry eye; and they believed him implicitly. A council was held; lots were cast for who should walk up to the master after supper that evening, and ask for more — and it fell to Oliver Twist.
This evening arrived; the boys took their places. The master, in his cook's uniform, stationed himself at the copper; his pauper assistants arranged themselves behind him; the gruel was served out; and a long grace was said over the short commons. The gruel disappeared; the boys whispered to each other, and winked at Oliver; while his next neighbors nudged him. Child as he was, he was desperate with hunger himself, and advancing to the master, basin and spoon in hand, said, somewhat alarmed with his temerity, “Please, sir, I want some more.”
The master was a fat, healthy man; but he turned very pale. He gazed in stupefied astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds, and then clung for support to the copper. The assistants were paralyzed with wonder; the boys with fear.
‘What?” said the master at length in a faint voice.
‘Please, sir,” replied Oliver, “I want some more.”
The master aimed a blow at Oliver's head with the ladle; pinioned him in his arms; and shrieked aloud for the supervising beadle.
The board were sitting in solemn conclave, when Mr. Bumble rushed into the room in great excitement, and, addressing the gentleman in the high chair, said, “Mr. Limbkins, I beg your pardon, sir! Oliver Twist here has asked for more!”
There was a general start. Horror was depicted on every countenance.
‘For more?” said Mr. Limbkins.
‘Compose yourself, Bumble, and answer me distinctly. Do I understand that he asked for more? After he had eaten the supper allotted by the dietary?”
‘He did, sir,” replied Bumble.
‘That boy will be hung,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. “I know that boy will be hung.”
Nobody controverted the prophetic gentleman's opinion. An animated discussion took place. Oliver was ordered into instant confinement; and a bill was next morning posted on the outside of the gate, offering a reward of five pounds to anybody who would take Oliver Twist off the hands of the parish. In other words, five pounds and Oliver Twist would be offered to any man or woman who wanted an apprentice to any trade, business, or calling.
‘I never was more convinced of anything in my life,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat, as he knocked at the gate and read the bill the next morning. “I never was more convinced of anything in my life than I am that that boy will come to be hung.”
by Scott Soriano
The sun exposed itself through my window, shooting its rays onto my bowl of Rice Krispies. I opened the morning paper to the editorial section in order to read the rants of the lunatic fringe. UFOs, 911, the Federal Reserve as a Masonic conspiracy, sex, drugs, it's all in there. As I read a letter on water fluoridation as a communist plot and wonder if we've left the 1950s, I heard a small voice coming from the vicinity of the cereal box.
‘Quick. We have to move before the dude sees we're gone.”
‘Shhh. Quiet, asshole. He'll hear us.”
I picked up the box and noticed two small cartoonish men carrying a third. Judging from the limpness of his body, the third man is apparently unconscious. All three were clothed in knickers, striped shirts and funky chef-hats like they were ready for a rave or a Mott the Hoople revival. The two carrying the body saw me and stopped. All three of us sported slack jaws and played dumb.
‘You asshole!” one of the little guys yelled, breaking the silence. “If you’d kept your fucking trap shut we'd have gotten away scott-free.”
‘Hey, I'm not the one with the short temper. We wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn't for your blow up.”
‘Blame me, blame me! Bullshit! You wanted him dead, too. You just didn't have the guts to do it! Chickenshit!”
‘So what if I'm chicken? You drug my ass into this and now I'm gonna have to pay, too.”
I finally shook off my shock and addressed the two imps. “Hey! You guys are alive!”
‘Duh! Quick thinking, Einstein,” one of them heckled. “You sure have a big head for a little brain.”
‘Shut up, Pop!” the other one squabbled. “We're in enough trouble as it is.”
‘Trouble? Right. You think this dipshit,” Pop said pointing to me, “is smart enough to call the cops? Ha! You saw how long it took him to figure out we're alive.”
‘Wait a minute,” I interjected. “I'm not stupid. It's just that you guys aren't supposed to be real.”
‘Aren't supposed to be real? Sheesh! What do you think those things you see on TV are? Illusions?”
‘Well, I mean... I don't... I thought... But, I guess not.”
‘Good thinking, smart guy.”
‘Pop, Pop. Shut up man,” the second imp said.
‘You shut up, Snap, or I'll kill you too!”
‘I'd like to see you try,” challenged Snap dropping the legs of what I guessed to be Krackle.
Letting go of Krackle's torso, Pop yelled, “You want a piece of me, Snap? You want some action? Come on! I'll give you some action!”
‘Guys, guys,” I interrupted. “Calm down. This isn't cool.
The imps steamed in silence.
‘So are you going to tell me what's going on?
‘Krackle spouted off at Pop,” Snap said.
‘So I killed him,” Pop finished. “The fucker had a big mouth and I got sick of him. Just blah-blah blah-blah all the time and his bitching and moaning. Snap and I were gonna wait to do him in, but I couldn't take it anymore. I snapped.”
‘He seemed likable to me,” I said.
‘You only saw him on TV. You didn't have to live with him.”
‘Ummm, I guess you'd know better than I; but don't you think your bosses are going to miss him?” I asked, finally realizing how absurd it was that I was carrying on a conversation with a couple of trademarks.
‘Nah. No way,” said Snap. “Krackle's got a twin brother named Ping who's gonna replace him.”
‘But guys, 'Snap, Ping, Pop'? That's not catchy.”
‘Clean your ears lately?” Pop countered. “Snap said the word twin, as in identical, as in looking the same. Understand?”
‘Hey!” interrupted Pop. “You got a place we can dump Krackle? Like a garbage disposal?”
‘How 'bout a toilet? Can you flush it for us?” Snap asked.
‘That would make me an accomplice.”
‘You think the cops are gonna care? Pop countered. “They're too busy hassling poor people.”
‘But you guys are almost national monuments,” I debated. “I might as well help gun down Tony the Tiger.”
‘Good idea!” shouted Snap. “Tony is an asshole. We'd pay you to run the fucker over.”
‘Oh, he's just a fucking wimp. We're wasting our time, Snap. Grab Krackle. We'll throw him out the window and let a cat drag him off.”
I reached across the table and shut the window. “You guys aren't doing anything. Put him down. I'm calling the police,” I said as I reached for Krackle's limp body. Pop grabbed my finger and bit it. “You little piece of shit!” I yelled, yanking my hand back.
‘Don't fuck with us, man.” Snap threatened as he threw a strawberry at me. Pop picked up my cereal spoon and used it to smash my orange juice glass. He grabbed a broken piece of glass and came charging at me with it.”
‘You little fuck!” I yelled as I picked up my fork and stuck it through Pop's head. He let out a small screech and stopped moving.
‘His face red with anger, Snap screamed, “You killed my brother!” and came charging at me with a fork. I grabbed him and slammed him against the wall. His ridiculously garbed body fell to the floor. A stream of blood oozed from the cartoonish heap.
I sat in silence for a long time. “Fuck,” I said, waking from my daze. “I just killed the Rice Krispies dudes. I'll get the chair for sure.” I wandered to my room and returned to the kitchen with an empty shoe box. I picked up the bodies of Snap, Krackle and Pop and, with the care given to a dead pet hamster, I placed them into the box. I went into my backyard and dug a makeshift grave. After burying the three, I shoved a piece of wood into the ground and very carefully painted it:
Here Lies the remains of three little imps
Who exuded charm but really were shits.
On December 23rd their lives came to a stop
Here lies the remains of Snap… Krackle — and Pop.
NOT YET 40, MY BEARD IS ALREADY WHITE
Not yet 40, my beard is already white.
Not yet awake, my eyes are puffy and red,
like a child who has cried too much.
What is more disagreeable
than last night's wine?
I'll stick my head in the cold spring and
look around at the pebbles. M
aybe I can eat a can of peaches.
Then I can finish the rest of the wine,
write poems 'til I'm drunk again,
and when the afternoon breeze comes up
I'll sleep until I see the moon
and the dark trees
and the nibbling deer
the quarreling coons
ON-LINE COMMENT OF THE DAY
We’re collapsing now. We have been for some time.
Precipitating events (i.e.. wars, natural disasters, CC, bad decisions) will determine the pace, but the data indicates steady decline.
What will be different for our nation is that, unlike previous world powers that entered collapse, none of them had weapons of world destruction in their control to worry about.
How will a nation in serious decline deal with thousands of nuclear missiles and material under their control? Will we wisely and rationally deactivate and “safely” hide/get rid of them? Or when times get much tougher than they are now, will we use them or have them used against us?
The nuclear missile defense system is nothing if not a massively complex, interconnected system. If such systems are bound for failure in the future, where does that leave the missiles-and us?
What about our size?
We’ve become a nation of 320+ million people. Depending on events and how they emerge going forward, how are we going to feed that many people in the near future without cheap energy inputs? You can try, but turning this nation into a nation of farmers overnight is basically fantasy. Will a dangerous pathogen emerge from a hungry, weakened population that will determine our future?
I don’t think this is going to be like declines in the past. If those big precipitating events come close together, you and me are toast. If they’re spread out over the next 20 years or so, it just means the worse choices await those alive during that time.
We have something like go bags too.
But go where?
MAINE SAYS NO TO CRAIG'S AFFINITY GROUP
Warmest spiritual greetings,
The director of Penobscot Bay Watch in Maine has informed me that he does not want an affinity group formed in response to his request to myself to assist him in responding to the pollution problem on the mud-flats, which is seeping into Penobscot Bay. I have told him that his request of me is way beyond my capacity to perform, and that my perception is that a group of several individuals would be necessary to accomplish all that he would like to do this summer. Therefore, I am once again asking for assistance to get back to California, and most importantly, I need a place to go to upon my arrival. Thank you very much!
Craig Louis Stehr
Telephone messages: (504) 302-9951
Snail mail: 333 Socrates Street, New Orleans, LA 70114
PS. It is with the warmest spiritual greetings that you are receiving this email message. Whereas we are not these bodies and we are not these minds, we are indeed the inexpressible. In fact, we are not even the “eternal witnesses” of the past, present, and future, because what we are is prior to time and space. Following six months of sending out emails which state clearly that I am available for peace and justice/radical environmental volunteerism, nothing of any substance has been received from the Washington D.C. area, nor from the east coast in general. As well, nothing of any significance has been received from the west coast either as of late, nor anywhere else in the United States of America, for that matter, and I've contacted a hefty number of contacts outside of the country; also, I am no longer critically needed here in New Orleans, although it has been worthwhile and certainly time well spent assisting my friend Bork this past half year. I want everybody to understand that it is too soon for me to go back to Godhead. Otherwise I probably would, since this is so absurd living in postmodernity, that one can only wonder what the point of this is. Believe me, I would be more than happy to go back to Godhead, or what Christians call “heaven", or what Buddhists call Nirvana...anyway, you get the idea...as that would end this stupidity forever, and you would not have to get anymore of these emails, and I would not have to keep networking to remain socially active. But, you must understand that I am still here on planet earth, and am offering no apologies. Therefore, I am sending out email messages for the purpose of getting a ticket to return to California, and I need a place to go to upon arrival. Obviously, if you owe me money, give me the money, or get a credit card number for me to use to purchase a ticket. Alright, I pray that we understand one other that we are not these bodies, and we are not these minds, because we are in fact the spiritually inexpressible...the Immortal Self or the Atman. I ask you to contact me right away and cooperate with me to return to California forthwith. Unless of course, you have a better idea. For the enlightenment and liberation of everyone, Craig Louis Stehr