Conference turris::womannotes-v3

    How about calling it "Nomanisan"? [Or "Nooneisan," to be more PC. ;-)]
    
    -b

    Why do I have the feeling the island is somewhere in the floatation
    tank?  Or is it the other way 'round?
    
      Margaret

Sounds boring...

D! who needs some regular contraversy in her life to wake her up and keep her
   on her toes

    not me!
    
    Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh......serenity!

    
    We can take trips to the mainland if necessary...
    
    Daniel

    
    A three room grass hut, an easel, a refrigerator filled with 
    guava, kiwi, coconut and banana juice, one electrical outlet 
    for my stereo, a lifetime supply of watercolors and charcoal,
    a big flouncy bed, a mailbox, and paper ... those are all my
    island necessities!  (Plus my canine and human partners.)
    
    Another one for serenity,
    
    Carla
    

    Gotta have at least one big mountain to climb, for the view, the 
    altitude, getting lost in the low clouds, maybe a sunny knoll
    with a shade tree where you can watch the birds fly by, a cold
    clear stream for drinking, with a falls and a pool for a swim...

    
    sounds like Fantasy Island to me without Mr. Rourke and Tatoo of course.
    I'd have a fine Yamaha grand piano and plenty of musical dictation
    paper and I'd compose some of the world's best music and there would
    be no phone to interrupt my flow of creativity.  Mail would only be
    able to get in and out of the island through a floating bottle, if
    it made it at all.  The only thing in my mail these days are bills
    anyway so it wouldn't be any great loss if the mail never showed up.
    

    mine will be the crystal palace
    sparkling in the sun
    in the midst of the valley
    where gleaming rivers run
    
    
    not ice, but solid glass
    not clear glass, but the hazy rutilated creamy white of ice cubes
    
    with tapestries on the walls
    and a relaxing sauna in a crenellated tower high above the
    roving green of the grassy meadow surrounding
    
    and my own drawbridge.
    so I can have space whenever I need it
    
    -Jody
    
    

    Lessee...I'll bring my massage table, oils, supplies, music, etc.
    
    For me: lots of mystery books written by women, with women detectives;
    my collection of rubber stamps and stuff; golf clubs; some cooking
    supplies and good wine.
    
    --DE
    

    
    �Lessee...I'll bring my massage table, oils, supplies, music, etc.
    
    yes!  with a flexible schedule?? (-;

    Being human, and not completely free of all prejudice ("isms") I don't
    qualify for the island.  But it's just as well.  I can't *stand* people
    who have no prejudice :-)
    
    Mary

        I'd rather go to Galt's Gulch.
        
        Dan

    I don't want to live on an island as I find it too much of a hassle to
    take a ferry everytime I feel like going someplace.
    
    (except Vancouver Island *might* qualify as paradise since it's got
    scenery, beaches, and a neat city!  probably difficult for an American
    to find a job and be allowed to live there, tho!)  :-)
    
    Lorna
    

    come to my castle anytime, Lorna.
    
    I have a teleporter in the basement.
    
    -Jody

    Galt's Gulch???  nooo, Dan, don't do it, they'll slay you with
    speeches, bore you to tears with long and wordy political polemics
    (did I spell that right?)
    
    Jody, you say there's a transporter?  beam me up...
    
    ----------------------
    
    I dreamed once of an island in the air, a place of beauty and light,
    where the sunbeams slanted between the trunks of spring-green trees.
    I sat beside a pool of water that, swirling, made the lazy-eight sign
    for infinity.  Lovely.

    Yes, but didn't they make a Star Trek episode about that once? ;-)

    yah, that one was about the sophisticates in the air who lived on the
    slave labor of the folks down in the mines breathing stupid-gas.  But
    there was no such goings on on my island.
    
    it's peace was disturbed, however.  'nother story.  still, the island
    in the air was a haven, or heaven, or something like it...
    
    and now, to quote Jefferson Airplane:
    
    "No man is an Island!  (He's a penninsula.)"
    
    :-)
    
    Sara
    

Sounds like there will be friends there when I get there.  Dancing friends
who also like to write and paint and dream.  The ocean and the sun, green
trees with fruit ripened to perfection, sunrises and sunsets of stunning
brilliance.

sounds like the best serenity,
I'll go too

Martha

Is there a flotation tank on the island?

Bruce

	I've lived most of my life on this island...........


	Heather     

    there are not only flotation tanks but there is a lovely crystal-clear
    fresh-smelling hot spring surrounded by verdant ferns.  The water is
    always just warm enough and the colorful blue and yellow and gray rocks
    beneath form multiple steps so you can sit, stand, or lie safely in the
    warm water as the clouds soar tranquilly overhead.
    
    -Jody
    

    re .22, but Jody, what are you going to do about all the cats? :-)
    
    Lorna
    
    P.S.  Maybe allergies disappear on the island?
    

    
    all animals who enter the magical force field that protects the island
    from badness strips them of all allergy-inducing dander.
    
    Of course, the unicorns and pegasii that are native to the island don't
    have dander.  And they love to be ridden!
    
    -Jody
    

    RE: massage schedule
    
    Absolutely, flexible! And we won't turn children away, either. 
    (Especially preemie infants, for whom massage has been shown to promote
    neurological development and help the kiddo catch up to full-term
    babies.)
    
    --DE
    

>    (Especially preemie infants, for whom massage has been shown to promote
>    neurological development and help the kiddo catch up to full-term
>    babies.)
    
    How soon after birth does this have to be done to get the desired
    effects?
    
    Ray

    Start right away. If you're serious about it, there are certified
    infant massage practitioners who work only on infants. 
    
    --DE
    

    re: .26 and .27
    
          I entered a note in CLO::MASSAGE and another once in 
    ::HOLISTICS about research that has shown that there are two
    "mandatory" physical (sensory) requirements.  The first is
    *motion*.  Infants require motion.  The SECOND requirement is
    touch.  Humans, as primates, will develop very, very poorly
    (if at all) without human touch.
          I have first-hand awareness of some of the research, having
    once-upon-a-time met a man who was primarily responsible for a
    good deal of research in this area (Dr. James Prescott.)
    
    Frederick
    (Certified Massage Therapist for almost 12 years now)
    

    So is Dawn Colbin::Evans
    
    Lighten up. :-)

    
    
    Sign me up as the "official beach patroller".  The beaches will be, of
    course, clothing optional!!! 
    
    	Greg -- who loves (LOVES!!!!) to sunbathe nude!

    re: .29
    
    Herb:  do you EVER NOT have a bad day?  geez..................
    
    

    Off this island is a beautiful lagoon with wonderful coral reefs
    just below the surface, full of large, brightly colored, tropical fish
    swimming through magnifent coral formations.
    
    Perfect for a lazy afternoon of snorkling.
    
    -roger
    

    re.32 yes!!! I wanna float among the Elkhorn Coral again. 
    
    Picture being a fly buzzing around in the antlers of a moose herd,
    except these are a bright yellow-orange, and the shapes are more
    fantastic. Now picture the fish!!! Rock beauties, butterflyfish,
    mantas, morays (they are *not* viscious) and a million others 
    swarming around you. 

    Can I bring my scuba gear?
    
    Dana, I'll show you my elkhorn scar from snorkling if you'll be my
    buddy in the deep blue.  I want to go below 75'
    
      Margaret

    There has been some question in this topic about the relationship
    between the Island and the Flotation Tank--is the Island within the
    Flotation Tank, or is the Flotation Tank within the Island?  As you can
    tell by the time that I am posting this note, this issue is clearly of
    such grave importance to me that it is keeping me up nights; however,
    after considerable reflection, I would like to offer some tentative
    philosophical speculations, specificaly from the perspective of
    Alfred North Whitehead's cosmology.

    To start with, let us consider the the Island and the Tank as concrete
    examples of finite actual entities (or "actual occasions", if you
    perfer).  I would like to suggest that both entities engage in a
    process of mutual prehension during their respective processes of
    concrescence.  Thus the Tank occasion and the Island occasion are
    related to one another internally, and together form a nexus.  The
    Island and the Tank share a conceptual prehension of an eternal object
    which we can identify as "Serenity", which serves to guide their
    respective subjective aims.  Thus we can conclude that the Island is in
    the Tank, and the Tank is in the Island, and thus together participate
    in the creative advance of the world.  While this conclusion may appear
    confusing, I believe that it  reflects the principle of universal
    relativity which underlies the philosophy of organism.

    Then again, I could be wrong.

    -- Mike

    P.S. I'm on vacation this week.  If you want to contact me, you may
    actually see me at the Island, playing on the Moebius Water Slide. 
    Otherwise, you can leave a message for me at the shore; just wade out
    into the water a bit, and then inscribe it on the incoming ocean waves
    with your hand.  Don't worry about getting your clothes wet--the sea
    water there doesn't affect you, unless you want it to.

    re.34 You got it, except for one minor detail - I don't have SCUBA
    certification (yet - plans delayed due to $$$ situation.) When I
    was snorkeling, I was getting down to 30 feet or so, running out 
    of air, and getting frustrated. I wanna stay longer!!
    
    The island needs a dive shop ;-)
    
    dana

re: .35

   > To start with, let us consider the the Island and the Tank as concrete
   > examples of finite actual entities (or "actual occasions", if you
   > perfer).  

"Occasions?"  hey, this isn't dress up or anything?  Do I have to wear a 
tie???

   > I would like to suggest that both entities engage in a
   > process of mutual prehension during their respective processes of
   > concrescence.  

Dude, remind me why I skipped philosophy in college... ;-)

   > Thus the Tank occasion and the Island occasion are
   > related to one another internally, and together form a nexus.  

Can you do that in this state without a license?

   > The
   > Island and the Tank share a conceptual prehension of an eternal object
   > which we can identify as "Serenity", which serves to guide their
   > respective subjective aims.  

Damn pretty beach too...the loons?  can you hear the loons?


   > Thus we can conclude that the Island is in
   > the Tank, and the Tank is in the Island, and thus together participate
   > in the creative advance of the world.  

"Jefferson was the anti-Christ!  Black is white! Night is day!  Teaching is 
dead"  Hoo boy, I haven't had this much fun bering confused since, since, 
well, hell I don't know since when, but but I bet it's been a long while!
    
    >While this conclusion may appear
    >confusing, 

(No duh!)

   > I believe that it  reflects the principle of universal
   > relativity which underlies the philosophy of organism.

And it makes a *lovely* paisley print!

   > Then again, I could be wrong.

hee.

    >Don't worry about getting your clothes wet--the sea
    >water there doesn't affect you, unless you want it to.

This is sounding suspiciously like a Richard Bach novel!

Mike, that was the most entertainingly confusing thing I've read since 
Foucault's "Power and Knowledge"  Congrats, dude!

\D/

    How come *I* can never keep you awake that late?!  
    
    {:8
    
    E Grace

    E
    
    I have the same problem with my certified computer geek. I solved it by
    beeping when the user input is correct.  That way, he thinks he's
    got this hot new software with terrific interface.
    
    But I do worry about what will happen when he goes looking for the
    output.....
    
      :^)  Margaret

Re: .35

Mike - I couldn't fail to disagree with you less.

Bruce

re: .37

>"Jefferson was the anti-Christ!  Black is white! Night is day!  Teaching is 
>dead"  Hoo boy, I haven't had this much fun bering confused since, since, 
>well, hell I don't know since when, but but I bet it's been a long while!
 
    My college advisor had this cartoon up outside his office.... 
    coincidence? hardly....
    
>   > I believe that it  reflects the principle of universal
>   > relativity which underlies the philosophy of organism.
>
>And it makes a *lovely* paisley print!
    
    And tastes far better with Marmalade!  ;)
    
    sillitude?  heck yes!
    
    -Jody

    Somewhere on that hill in the distance there are wild raspberries,
    blueberries and strawberries.  Always with a sufficiency ripe for
    picking, to the drone of little insects on a warm, sunny afternoon, and
    the occasional breeze to keep you from getting too hot...
    
    Alison

re .35

Mike - 

Do I detect a note of panentheistic island floating?  ;-)

Nanci

    On the island is one nice shady spot with a built-in teleporter 
    that senses whenever someone is getting too serious and immediately
    beams them to a spot 3 feet above the coldest pool in the stream.
    (A place for me to go and get cured of philosophising ;-) )

	Here in this corner of the island is a large grove of pines.
	This is where I come to really open my ears to the small
 	sounds. For the pines are quiet, but definitely not silent.
	No sounds of engines intrudes here. Small Black-capped Chicadees 
	flit from branch to branch. You may hear the call of a raven
	overhead, throatier than their cousins, the crows. Stand still, 
	and you may catch a glimpse of the deer who come here to eat
	the mushrooms that grow after the autumn rains. A soft rain
	is really the best time to be here, the drops falling on the
	trees is muted. Occasionally a drop falls through to the small
	maples growing under the pine canopy, making a loud plop, a
	sign of trees to come as the sucession of hardwoods changes
	this to a very different place. But for now, the pines rule.
	A red squirrel crosses from tree to tree, breaking a branch.
	He chitters angrily at the tree that betrayed him. Amazing how 
	something so small can shatter such an enormous quiet. Finally
	he leaves for the acorns on the hillside, leaving only the calm.
	While I love the hardwood ridges with their views of the distance,
	nothing comes close to the pines for quiet beauty, always a deep 
	green, with orange needles a carpet underfoot. Here a fern bobbing
	autumn yellow, there a patch of mosses. Here, you do not look
	out, you look in.

    
    well mr. red squirrel better lookout for csaw and his 50 cal
    squirrel gun...
    

    Bob, wrong conference