Data Dimensions!

Some Spring Cleaning:

1) Congratulations to Stephen on his lower station interview with a local paper, and he didn't fuck it too badly. Halloa to you on that, I am not ashamed to share the hot excerpt:

LSI: I am a middling Lower Station Interviewer. I believe in my credentials.

S: I am Stephen.

LSI: You're sitting on a promotional opportunity. What don't we know about your service to the club? We're dying to know what the heck that club is.

S: I am NYGA\B, submissive and dismissive to no one. Doctor Eight calls the shots, and we middle managers make the food and deliver it. At the rear and at the front, we're helping people.

LSI: For those of us who don't understand you, what kind of helping is it, and what's the cost?

S: We're a community kitchen and lookabout for grannies crossing busy streets. Lost pets. Whitewashing. Once, I held an angry cat down, and the bird flew away.

LSI: Thanks Stephen, that's about all the time we have.

S: Fortunate for you. Goodbye on behalf of Doctor Eight.

LSI: Right, thank you.

S: Thank you.

LSI: Ok, bye.

S: Yes, Goodbye to you.

LSI: All right.

S: Yes, all right.

LSI: I'm leaving.

S: Goodbye. And stay safe.

LSI: Bye.

S: Yes.

2) We're abuzz with news about Gordon's self-produced vocal album. Stay tuned, and to pre-empt the rumor mill, Gordon will miss some meetings, but dues are adjusted to account for what is, at the end of the day, an NYGA\B project.

3) Potluck is Friday. Arrangements have been made to finish our pipe-ring for locked bikes and scooters outside of HQ. No one will take our wheels on that day, I tell you. We are all looking forward to an evening of peace and cheese.

4) Small reflection: Don't pretend the sun's emergence provides an opportunity to relent in your duties. Submerge in Heart In Motion, and let the music take control. Put yourself out to restore things that are obviously crumbled! Don't cheat!

You are Truly Loved,
Doctor Eight