PILOT PROJECT...

2010-03-25T09:17:00.000-07:00

Here's the pilot project...lynnkid.blogspot.com

My intention is to bring more $$$ to Lynn through effective utilization of The Harbor than all the Lynnway Real Estate deals will ever produce.

Now...while the decades old boondoggles and entanglements are being re-arranged.

This will put a positive spin on this community for being Locally Active and Globally Prepared as we move through the current economic nightmare...and lead to further investment from forward thinking entrepreneurs.

The material is presented as 'off the graph...outside the box', but right on target for today's situation.

Lynn, the perfect microcosm, ( America's Backyard* ), is ideal if you can envision The City as the Global Center of PositiveThrust.

GAIA TWO is a self-launching, recyclable Telecommunications Satellite, which leaves behind zero debris from launch to recovery.

GAIA TWO will 'Fall into Space' after being lifted to 150,000' by balloon.

The balloon will remain aloft during the launch sequence, providing a 'booster platform' for electronic remote control of the vehicle.

All this takes place from a wind and solar powered vessel, anchored just outside Egg Rock...visible along the entire span of beachfront from Swampscott to Nahant.

Landings will be a graceful swoop over the beach before touch down in The Harbor.

Picture GAIA TWO as Lynn's newest spectator sport.

Talk it up like the prospect of Pro Ball.

That's all it takes...TALK IT UP!

*coined phrase...I like it!

2010-02-19T10:53:00.000-08:00

THE SOURCE...

Imagine tip-toeing along the edge of Occam's Razor barefoot.

Remember the ancient Chinese curse, "May you live in interesting times."

Start your morning one day in the early 1970s by seeing this phrase, "the last quarter of the Twentieth Century", used in a news story.

Scratch and itch your way to the coffee pot.

My experiences during the late 1960s led me to realize that this 'last quarter' was going to be a future defining period, especially in the realm of molding our cultural mores.

We all know what occurred during those years.

The coffee does its thing.

The image is clearing.

While it is true that we all know what occurred during the late sixties, there's always been that infamous comment about 'if you remember, you weren't there' casting doubt upon the real effect of those times.

I was there, and have total recall of countless amazing occurrences.

For real...when I drove away from Woodstock, less than a day before the event was officially underway, the throng of lost souls streaming toward the concert reminded me of scenes from old, really bad Zombie movies.

In later years, John Carpenter created fantastic scenes of Zombies moving relentlessly toward the camera.

Picture those.

There were two of us in the truck’s cab, leaving town after delivering the pipe-staging we all saw being used as rock and roll monkey bars in the "Woodstock" film.

The view out the windshield was like being the camera in a John Carpenter scene.

As we progressed toward and through the teeming mass of acolytes, with their empty faces blindly trudging towards some life altering hoo haw, both of us couldn’t wait to get away from the scheming, speeding, fractured acid heads conjuring up the “Woodstock” event.

We had already overheard intense discussion of plans for the 'brown acid' experience.

The groundwork was being laid to play these kids like so many Pavlovian puppies.

I've often wondered how many people my age are walking around justifying whatever has gone wrong in their lives with the self-explanation of, "I ate the brown acid."

There was no 'brown acid', Kids.

It was all power of suggestion.

You screwed things up all by yourselfs.

Hugh Romney ( aka Wavy Gravy ) is still kickin'...he knows about it...somebody should ask him to 'fess up and relieve the minds of the few unfortunate fools who may still be alive.

Following this experience, I also spent 1968-71 tending bar in and around Harvard Sq.

“The Square” was Earth's hotbed of hotbeds for defining culture in the late 60s.

Coffee works.

It’s time to stretch my legs and get things underway.

For now, suffice it to say "the last quarter of the Twentieth Century" more than lived up to advance billing.

I can't wait to tell you all about it.

Let's start with an explanation of how and why Genuine Lynn Ahht came to be.

In 1992, I got squished by a falling piano, just like in the funny pages.

Except unlike the funnies, I wasn't able to peel myself up from the ground and instantly shake the whole thing off.

My home at the time, Xanadu II, a 50' wooden sailboat berthed in Gloucester, was hauled out for repairs, and sat in the boatyard, propped up on jack stands.

The vessel's rail was about twelve feet above the ground.

Following the accident, I could barely climb the ladder to get aboard, and the berth was only a little longer than my twisted carcass.

After attempting to sleep aboard for one night, it became clear that I would end up molded into ‘the amazing pretzel man’ if healing took place in the restricted confines of Xanadu II.

There was no insurance or backup plan to cover any of this.

Winter was approaching.

With no time for careful consideration, I packed my gear, went to Lynn, and imposed on my Aunt Ruby.

It was the natural choice.

From September through the following June, I lived 'down cella' at Ruby’s.

Within a few days I'd fashioned a custom oversized cot with heat, blankets, and plenty of cushioning for my impending hibernation.

The accident turned out to be a stroke of blind luck in more ways than one.

I lived through it, and Lynn was in the early stages of the Downtown Art and Internet Revival.

The Tapley Building was touted as the project’s focus.

I made contact with the Principals, and began spending my days at The Tapley, checking things out.

The Tapley Building was a classic, five story brick cube that somehow survived the infamous downtown inferno which claimed the entire surrounding area, leaving The Tapley to stand alone.

The building’s interior was every artist’s dream of the perfect loft, with views over The Harbor and down The Causeway to Boston through numerous big windows.

There was a lot of junk and the remnants of previous rehab efforts lying around, but it was basically an empty five story building with large flights of stairs at the front and back.

The front stairwell was very spacious and done with more style than the rear, but both were roomy with wide, solid treads.

My guess is that I went up the front and down the back a couple of thousand times during those nine months of camping at Ruby’s.

I’d take the bus Downtown, and exhaust myself climbing around inside The Tapley before returning to 'the cella' for several hours of therapeutic rest and relaxation.

The building's top floor was wide open, and instantly became my gym for that winter.

Add a bazillion sets of Canadian Floor Exercises to the stair climbing, toss in the prospect of summer ‘Down the Beach’, and things were looking up.

A panoramic vista, featuring a view ‘Down the Beach’ glistened through the frozen sunshine, as I worked out while staring out the windows at the spectacular scene.

One of the promotions for Lynn at that time was a series of billboards announcing,
'Lynn, Lynn, City of …'

Using the old 'City of Sin' line as eye candy, these ads followed … with notable firsts.

They used such highlights as ‘City of ... the first jet engine’, etc.

As spring approached, my overall well being was remarkable.

You know, 'in good condition, considering the condition I was in'.

One day the urge to add something positive to the Downtown mix overwhelmed me.

I had begun to include a walk 'Down the Beach' in my daily routine.

Looking up at The Tapley on the way back from Nahant gave me an idea.

Standing on the fifth floor, facing the windows from the inside, absorbing the warmth, holding an old bucket of paint and a brush that was gobbed in roofing tar, I painted on the inside of several windows, left handed and backwards.

“Lynn, Lynn, City of ... ya can’t do nuthin’ if ya neva begin”.

It felt really good.

That sign, looking like a prop from "The Little Rascals put on a Show", glistened from the top left corner of The Tapley for several years, beckoning to all who approached via The Lynnway.

Begin anew right here!

Ironically, it was eventually replaced by a much larger and uglier sign in huge block letters saying PEST REMOVAL.

From beckoning anew to roach control.

That’s Genuine Lynn Ahht, don’tcha think?

In an even more ironic circumstance, several years later, I was returning to Lynn on the early train from Gloucester the morning The Tapley Building finally did burn.

It was obvious that there was a big fire in Lynn from Beverly Depot onwards.

The stretch of track from Swampscott opens up enough to provide a view into Downtown.

From there I saw that The Tapley Building was fully involved.

Jumping off before the train came to a full stop I hurried down the stairs to get a better look just as a large portion of the fifth floor, visible through the flaming window openings, crumbled downwards into The Tapley's smoldering bowels.

It’s all been Genuine Lynn Ahht since then.

Pretty soon, as if by magic, your point of view will brighten.

That can't be a bad thing, eh?

All thanks to Genuine Lynn Ahht.

PURPOSE…

Hopefully, this will explain the Occam’s Razor meets Interesting Times intro.

Simply put, it’s about finding simple solutions to vexing issues.

Since there are no simple solutions to today’s most vexing issues, we need to get back to acknowledging and recognizing the basics and get ourselves on the same page before attempting the complex economic and ecological mess we face.

What is purpose?

My college career included a course entitled “The Philosophy of Ethics”, taught by Vincent T. C. Linn.

It was a guaranteed pass without attending class, favored by members of the football team.

A passing grade was simple to attain.

Just read the old exams saved by team members and fraternity brothers and submit 1000 words in somewhat the same vein.

“The Philosophy of Ethics” is a pretty broad and subjective course of study, so it was darn near impossible to be wrong on the final paper.

The first lecture was mandatory to establish an attendance list and distribute essential papers.

In this first class, Professor Linn continually mentioned his view that ‘Amelican Jooth have no Porpoise’.

He was actually saying, in a heavy Korean accent, “American Youth have no purpose.”

I remembered that phrase and included it in my final exam, referring to the idea that ‘jooth have no porpoise’ because I never attended another class to learn the Professor’s real meaning.

The exam came back with ‘SEE ME’ in large red letters across the front.

Professor Linn was no fool.

He knew all the jocks took his class for easy credit.

But, this was too muckin’ futch for him to ignore.

When we were together in his office, he laughed out loud and proceeded to give me the entire course right then and there.

His glee at realizing I’d proceeded to the final exam reporting back on the one piece of class info I had, and got that wrong, was contagious.

The instant lesson led to my potential redemption by submitting another paper.

Linn’s final words, expressed very carefully, with as little accent as possible, were, “How could you believe that I said American Jews have no purpose?”

Somehow the insight gained from the glee filled short course led me to receive an excellent grade on the make-up final, and remain eligible for one more season on the gridiron before moving on and attending The School of Hard Knocks for further edification.

With that in mind, I have awarded myself a “Master of Basics” Degree.

I’ll match my knowledge and skill in the realms of Food, Sex, and Shelter, ( acknowledged necessities for Human existence ), with anyone anytime.

In recent years, Intoxication, in its many forms, has been gaining acceptance as the fourth basic essential.

I’ve retired from alcohol intoxication and its many pleasures and pitfalls, but my credentials in the field are impeccable.

Besides, life is becoming such a challenge these days that there’s no time for alcohol fueled relaxation and mood adjustment.

It’s time to forge ahead vigorously, or the Food, Sex, and Shelter issues will eliminate the need to be concerned about anything else.

That’s purpose.

Now to apply the self-awarded “Master of Basics” in pursuit of said purpose.

There's a sea change a comin', comin' for us all.

We're bound to get swept up in it, all ridin' on this ball.

Since what you see, is what you get, learn to see it all.

It's time to acknowledge expansion as the fifth basic human need.

For years, there were three accepted basics...food, sex, and shelter.

Recently, most have begun to recognize intoxication as the fourth.

These basic requirements have ruled our lives, since the dawn of time.

Until they are taken care of, nothing else happens.

There has also, always been expansion.

Now, as we rapidly run out of places, expansion seems impossible.

We have lost a large portion of ourselves.

A basic human need, while not yet extinct, lies dormant.

We run ourselves ragged, trying to prevent extinction of species we've endangered.

This specie ( us ) is about to become endangered by the loss of expansion from our collective psyche.

We've messed with our own well being.

By now, we should have achieved the awareness to take action.

The ability to do so is tempered only by willingness.

Yes, even in these treacherous times, with our hackles up and our nostrils flared, awareness of the balance must be kept in perspective.

Surviving the treacherous times won't matter, without all five needs intact.

With a basic motivator lost, the survivors won't be Homo Sapiens.

They will be some new, unrecognizable, devolved branch of Humanity.

Even without the long dreaded Nuclear Armageddon, Homo Sapiens is well on the way to extinction, by our own foolishness.

History is.

The Future can include escalating levels of clarity, leading to a brighter outlook, or become pure, straight to the brain, agenda driven hocus-pocus.

Hunker in the bunker, or cast off for ports unknown.

It's our call.

And, at the same time, create new and exciting economic prospects everywhere on Earth.

Globalization or Bust!

GAIA TWO will get us through.

GUARANTEED!

2010-02-14T05:16:00.000-08:00

RESUME'...

Everyone likes to see a Resume'...here's mine.

CV in a nutshell...

First twenty years...kid from Lynn

Middle twenty........Lynn Kid from Earth

Recent twenty........Lynn Kid gettin' ova the middle paht

Pheww!!!

Amazing stuff...here's my report...

Hi Folks...

Hopefully, the material on this website represents my 'Early Work'...the beginning of the next twenty, eh?

Stay Tuned...there's much more still to come!

FOR EXAMPLE...COMING SOON...STAY TUNED...

GENUINE LYNN AHHT TEES...( below )...the iconic logo will put smiles on the faces of people you meet...Limited Edition...'nuf said for now, eh?

genuine lynn ahht

PILOT PROJECT...