The Guardian for this meeting was Agatha Macbeth. The comments are by Agatha Macbeth.

Agatha Macbeth: Hello Recorder
Bruce Mowbray: 's current display-name is "Bruce".
Agatha Macbeth: Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
Agatha Macbeth: No it's BRUCIE!
Bruce Mowbray: Nope. It's a bird.
Agatha Macbeth: Hello there
Bruce Mowbray: and a fish.
Agatha Macbeth: And a flying fish
Agatha Macbeth: Snap
Agatha Macbeth: Sorta
Bruce Mowbray: ha ha!
Agatha Macbeth: Careful - don't go underground again
Bruce Mowbray: that only happens when I die laughing.
Agatha Macbeth: How are you sleeping now?
Bruce Mowbray: I am sleeping so much better, and thank you for asking.
Bruce Mowbray: that is so kind.
Agatha Macbeth: Or your friend back home rather :p
Agatha Macbeth: YW
Bruce Mowbray: well yes my typist is sleeping better.
Agatha Macbeth: I would hate that to happen to me
Bruce Mowbray: he was finally able to convince his doctor that prescribing 360 pills for 365 days....
Bruce Mowbray: and doing this for over two years,
Bruce Mowbray: resulted in a deficit.
Bruce Mowbray: I was trying to make up for that deficit.
Agatha Macbeth: Indeed
Bruce Mowbray: but alas, I ran out of pills and had too many days to go.
Agatha Macbeth: And that doesn't even take account of leap years
Bruce Mowbray: I went to to emergency room doctors.
Bruce Mowbray: yes leap years -- next year!
Bruce Mowbray: fortunately I will not have to deal with that.
Bruce Mowbray: anyway, after seeing to emergency room doctors who refused to give me the medications I needed . . .
Agatha Macbeth: Some emergency room eh
Bruce Mowbray: I was finally able to see my primary care physician on Wednesday.
Bruce Mowbray: and he came through like a champ!!!
Bruce Mowbray: and I do mean a CHAMP.
Agatha Macbeth: Yay!
Bruce Mowbray: he immediately set up a new prescription . . .
Bruce Mowbray: and all is well. my typist is sleeping again thank God.
Bruce Mowbray: without sleep he is a total mess.
Agatha Macbeth: Thank God indeed
Bruce Mowbray: well thank somebody anyway.
Agatha Macbeth: I think most people get that way when they can't sleep
Bruce Mowbray: yes, and my typist has been there, and does not want to return.
Agatha Macbeth: It's about the only peace some of us get :p
Bruce Mowbray: he actually wrote a three page document for presenting to doctors and emergency personnel in case he became incoherent.
Agatha Macbeth: Well that's certainly planning ahead
Bruce Mowbray: he gave it to his primary care physician, and the doctor immediately put it into his permanent record -- with my typist's approval.
Agatha Macbeth: A very good idea actually
Bruce Mowbray: yes a good plan.
Agatha Macbeth: Excellent
Bruce Mowbray: but I think we have the problem solved now, at least for the nonce.
Bruce Mowbray: so good of you to ask though.
Agatha Macbeth: Good job too
Bruce Mowbray: yes good job.
Agatha Macbeth: Well I care
Bruce Mowbray: I know you do. and that means a lot to me ( and to my typist, and to my fish)
Agatha Macbeth smiles
Agatha Macbeth: Do fish sleep?
--BELL--1315
Bruce Mowbray: . . . (I will ponder that during the drop.)
Wol Euler: evening all
Bruce Mowbray: Blub tells me that half of the fish's brain sleeps -- so that the other half can remain awake.
Agatha Macbeth: Hello again Wollie
Bruce Mowbray: Heya, WOL!
Agatha Macbeth: Oh smart
Agatha Macbeth: Clever fish
Bruce Mowbray: I give the credit to evolution, rather than to the.
Agatha Macbeth: I suppose whales and dolphins must do it too
Bruce Mowbray: fish.
Bruce Mowbray: yes I have heard that.
Wol Euler: or perhaps not, since they are mammals ...
Bruce Mowbray: hmmm.
Agatha Macbeth: But then they would drown...
Bruce Mowbray: mammals do have to come up for air.
Bruce Mowbray: like turtles.
Agatha Macbeth: Yeh
Agatha Macbeth: Well must do it somehow obviously
Bruce Mowbray: but with that preclude their sleeping with only half a brain?
Bruce Mowbray: while the other half remains awake?
Agatha Macbeth: It's an interesting concept certainly

This is a question along the lines of 'Why don't penguins feet freeze?'

Bruce Mowbray: we should have a theme session on this!!
Agatha Macbeth: On sleeping underwater?
Bruce Mowbray: yes!
Bruce Mowbray: it would attract multitudes!

Well, shoals anyway

Agatha Macbeth: Hmm
Bruce Mowbray: for a little while, anyway, until they drowned.
Agatha Macbeth: Wonder what Maxine would make of it
Agatha Macbeth: Underwater dreaming
Bruce Mowbray: I am sure that Maxine would give an enlightened response.
Bruce Mowbray: she is wonderful!
Agatha Macbeth: Sure is
Bruce Mowbray: actually, I think that Jung interpreted water -- specifically underwater -- as a metaphor for the unconscious, generally.
Agatha Macbeth pokes Blub as he goes by
Bruce Mowbray: ouch!
Agatha Macbeth: Yes, would make sense
Bruce Mowbray: nods.
Agatha Macbeth: The deeper you go...
Bruce Mowbray: Blub is grateful that he does not have an ear for aggers (or Wol) to poke.
Agatha Macbeth: Ear ear
Bruce Mowbray: !!
Wol Euler is not in the habit of poking fish.
Bruce Mowbray: but is in the habit of poking ears?
Agatha Macbeth: I've heard of fish eyes but not fish ears
Bruce Mowbray: fish has some sort of lateral sensitivity to vibration . . .
Wol Euler: "fish-ear microphone" doesn't have quite the same appeal, does it
Bruce Mowbray: I'm not sure what that is.
Agatha Macbeth: Yes, they can feel things coming through the water
Bruce Mowbray: I know that in schools of fish, every single individual can move simultaneously . . . ( like flocks of birds) -- so they must be responding to some impulse.
Agatha Macbeth: 'Look out a shark'
Bruce Mowbray: yes, yes that would be an impulse.
Agatha Macbeth: Yes that always amazed me too
Agatha Macbeth: How they all turn the same way
Bruce Mowbray: there is some sort of " energy field" that the birds and the fish are responding to.
Bruce Mowbray: maybe they are creating the field themselves.
Agatha Macbeth: Maybe cos they've been to school
Bruce Mowbray dies from laughing....
Agatha Macbeth: Wol Euler: *rimshot*
Bruce Mowbray: OMG!
Bruce Mowbray: (I'll ask Blub.)
Agatha Macbeth: One way of not ending up in a basket with a few loaves
Agatha Macbeth: 'Tough luck St Peter, we have lateral movement'
Bruce Mowbray: 2 loaves and five fish, if I recall correctly.
Bruce Mowbray: I might be wrong, though.
Agatha Macbeth: Could be
Wol Euler: Saint Ptere?
Bruce Mowbray: well I'll check it out.
Agatha Macbeth: Sainte Pierre?
Bruce Mowbray: for me these things have great consequence,
Bruce Mowbray: especially if you're part of the hungry multitude.
Agatha Macbeth: Oh yes
Agatha Macbeth: Would be a neat trick in the third world
Bruce Mowbray: for sure.
Bruce Mowbray: Blub just told me that he does not want to be one of those fish!
Agatha Macbeth: Aww
Agatha Macbeth: Stick with the lateral Blubster
Agatha Macbeth: (and friend)
Bruce Mowbray: misery loves company.
Agatha Macbeth: Odd name for a fish
Bruce Mowbray: even without ears.
Agatha Macbeth: What do you call a green fish?
Bruce Mowbray: I don't think green fish has a name.
Bruce Mowbray: all yes he does!
Agatha Macbeth: Anything you want, he can't hear you
Bruce Mowbray: SON OF BLUB!
Agatha Macbeth: Green Blub?
Bruce Mowbray: or was it Blubster?
Agatha Macbeth: Thereby hangs a fin
Bruce Mowbray: green Blub is good
Agatha Macbeth: If you get a red one it'll be a set
Bruce Mowbray: no, it was Blubson!
Bruce Mowbray: it has been so long since he came out of his aquarium that I forgot his name!
Wol Euler smiles.
Bruce Mowbray: red, green, blue.
Agatha Macbeth: Sounds fishy to me
--BELL--1330
Bruce Mowbray: to a fish, everything sounds fishy.
Agatha Macbeth: I love it when they stop
Agatha Macbeth: Looks like they're waiting at traffic lights or something
Bruce Mowbray: I have taught them to respect the drops.
Wol Euler smiles.
Agatha Macbeth: Smart fish
Bruce Mowbray: but sometimes they forget.
Agatha Macbeth: Hello Zon
Zon Kwan: heya
Bruce Mowbray: and sometimes they are just in competition with each other,
Bruce Mowbray: Heya, Zon!
Zon Kwan: how is everyone?
Wol Euler: hello zon
Agatha Macbeth: I have that Sunday feeling
Bruce Mowbray: we are well, thank you. (" We" meaning me and the fish.)
Wol Euler: back in a sec, sometihng in my eye
Agatha Macbeth: Eye eye
Bruce Mowbray: oh dear!
Bruce Mowbray: an eyeball?
Zon Kwan: what is sunday feeling?
Agatha Macbeth: Here's looking at you kid
Agatha Macbeth: Hard to describe really
Bruce Mowbray: I know I a Sunday feeling.
Agatha Macbeth: Just a general urge not to do much
Bruce Mowbray: yes! we are conditioned through decades of Sunday' to feel that
Agatha Macbeth: Still had to garden this morning tho
Bruce Mowbray: Sundays*
Agatha Macbeth: Pleasant valley Sunday
Bruce Mowbray: my typist is still overdue on getting out for a walk . . . and blames that Sunday feeling for his inertia.
Bruce Mowbray: MPONKEES!
Bruce Mowbray: MONKEES!
Agatha Macbeth: Oh you must get your excercise Brucie
Bruce Mowbray: yes, I keep telling my typist that!
Agatha Macbeth: What's the weather like there today?
Bruce Mowbray: the weather is perfect.
Agatha Macbeth: Yay
Bruce Mowbray: and I do mean perfect.
Bruce Mowbray: no excuses.
Agatha Macbeth: There you go...all the more reason
Agatha Macbeth: Hit that country air
Bruce Mowbray: I sort of suspected my typist is not going on " reason."
Bruce Mowbray: I think he might be going on inertia.
Agatha Macbeth: Hehe
Bruce Mowbray: an object at rest tends to stay at rest, if you get my meaning.
Agatha Macbeth: Mm
Agatha Macbeth: Unless pushed
Bruce Mowbray: his fish, on the other hand, seem not to know rest.
Agatha Macbeth: Orbiting piscine
Bruce Mowbray: except during 90-second drops, of course.
Agatha Macbeth nods
Agatha Macbeth: Aha the Bert is on
Bruce Mowbray: the Bert!!!
Bruce Mowbray: I guess that I have still not befriended Bert. otherwise I would've gotten notice that he was online.
Bruce Mowbray: or maybe it's just that that part of my brain is sleeping right now.
Bruce Mowbray: Yikes!
Bruce Mowbray: I will try to wake it up.
Agatha Macbeth: Now I think of it, he was one of my first
Bruce Mowbray: didn't work.
Bruce Mowbray: yes, I have never received notice that Bertie was online.
Bruce Mowbray: my very first friend in Second Life was Ewan.
Agatha Macbeth: We'll probably get a note shortly
Agatha Macbeth: Never see him any more
Bruce Mowbray: I remember well how cautious I was before I asked him for friendship.
Bruce Mowbray: I was a bit paranoid, actually.
Wol Euler smiles.
Bruce Mowbray: Ewan is going by other names now.
Agatha Macbeth: I guess we're always afraid someone will say no
Agatha Macbeth: Oh I see
Bruce Mowbray: well, he was my very first. and I'm glad that he was! such a fine fellow!
Agatha Macbeth: Ah there it is
Bruce Mowbray: I just received it also.
Bruce Mowbray: our weekly meditation will start soon. everybody is welcome ! 10 minutes silent meditation with some words ahead and at the end. voice will be used, lm is attached -
Agatha Macbeth: Glad he remembered this week
Bruce Mowbray: nods.
Agatha Macbeth: Such a nice guy
Bruce Mowbray: Bert's chanting and meditation are a landmark to my weeks.
Bruce Mowbray: better than any calendar!
Agatha Macbeth: He certainly does it well
Agatha Macbeth: Even tho i don't have a clue what it means
Bruce Mowbray: nods, and agrees. with Bert's sincerity, genuineness, complete lack of pretension, are enough. the message comes through without translation.
Agatha Macbeth: Aww
Bruce Mowbray: :)
Bruce Mowbray: give merit where merit is due.
Zon Kwan: waves
Agatha Macbeth: Bye Zon
Bruce Mowbray: Bye Zon-ji!
Bruce Mowbray: I will call the fish into stasis for the next drop.
--BELL--1345
Bruce Mowbray: Let those fish who have ears hear!
Agatha Macbeth: We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl...
Bruce Mowbray: but what a bowl!
Bruce Mowbray: the cosmos is my bowl!
Bruce Mowbray: who could want more?
Agatha Macbeth: Tell us the story of the jet pack Brucie
Bruce Mowbray: the jet pack, ahhhh!
Bruce Mowbray: well the story of the jet pack is this:
Bruce Mowbray: I keep forgetting to take it off.
Bruce Mowbray dies from laughing....
Agatha Macbeth: That simple?
Bruce Mowbray: yeppers.
Bruce Mowbray: that simple.
Agatha Macbeth: How did it come to be there to begin with?
Bruce Mowbray: how's that?
Agatha Macbeth: Out
Bruce Mowbray: I don't remember.
Bruce Mowbray: I guess I thought it might help me get from place to place faster.
Agatha Macbeth: Good grief
Agatha Macbeth: If I had one of those I'd certainly remember why I was wearing it
Bruce Mowbray: wow, everything seems lighter now.
Bruce Mowbray: I couldn't see it because it was on my back.
Agatha Macbeth: The fish don't have to swim round it either
Bruce Mowbray: somehow the fish accommodate....
Bruce Mowbray: jet packs....
Bruce Mowbray: and such.
Agatha Macbeth: You said you are not quaking any more?
Bruce Mowbray: nope.
Bruce Mowbray: no more quaking.
Agatha Macbeth: (in RL)
Wol Euler: oh, are you sleeping?`
Wol Euler: forgot to ask earlier
Bruce Mowbray: I am sleeping very well, thank you.
Wol Euler: thank god
Wol Euler smiles.
Agatha Macbeth: I said that too!
Bruce Mowbray: aggers asked me that earlier, before you arrived, Wol.
Wol Euler: good :)
Bruce Mowbray: it is kind of you to ask -- is kind of both of you, to ask.
Agatha Macbeth: Confirmation is always good
Bruce Mowbray: actually, for my typist, it felt like a matter of life and death.
Bruce Mowbray: but it as all been resolved now.
Agatha Macbeth nods
Wol Euler nods.
Bruce Mowbray: also nods.
Bruce Mowbray: like birds in a flock, flying in unison -- our nodding.
Agatha Macbeth: Or fish in school
Bruce Mowbray: or fish, in schools, !!
Bruce Mowbray: ha ha ha!
Bruce Mowbray: SNAPPEROOOO!
Agatha Macbeth: Fetch me an alligator sandwich
Bruce Mowbray: kk.
Agatha Macbeth: And make it snappy
Bruce Mowbray: one coming right up.
Bruce Mowbray: with mayo?
Agatha Macbeth: Ah the old ones are best
Agatha Macbeth: That's an Irish county
Bruce Mowbray: Mayo?
Agatha Macbeth: Yep
Bruce Mowbray: would love to visit Ireland.
Agatha Macbeth: Me too
Bruce Mowbray: had to settle for Scotland, alas, but loved every inch of it.
Agatha Macbeth: We could go and see Zen
Bruce Mowbray: yes!
Bruce Mowbray: he could show us around!
Agatha Macbeth: Don't think he can get about very well these days, sadly
Bruce Mowbray: nor can my typist, actually. in fact, during his recent trip to Chicago, my typist decided that would be an end to his travels.
Agatha Macbeth: But he's an awesome DJ
Agatha Macbeth: Oh dear
Bruce Mowbray: yes!
Bruce Mowbray: all it's okay.
Bruce Mowbray: it's okay.
Agatha Macbeth: Was it the vegan that decided you?
Bruce Mowbray: he has traveled so much . . . and is so grateful for having been able to do so.
Agatha Macbeth smiles
Bruce Mowbray: the vague and was only a small part of it.
Wol Euler nods.
Wol Euler: dragon strikes again
Wol Euler: I presume
Bruce Mowbray: most of it was having to contend with dysfunctional systems -- like airlines that canceled his itinerary, etc..
Agatha Macbeth: A vague dragon seemingly :p
Agatha Macbeth: Snap
Bruce Mowbray: yes my Dragon is acting up today.

Agatha Macbeth: Shall we head to Bert?
Wol Euler: yes, let's do that
Bruce Mowbray: I'm going to scoot on to Bertie's.
Bruce Mowbray: may you both be well.
Bruce Mowbray: may you both be happy.
Wol Euler: see you there!
Bruce Mowbray: thank you!
Agatha Macbeth: Here we go