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.Our skin birds.We had them injected high up on our shoulders to make it look like they were making the long curved flight up our backs.When I returned from Europe five months later, Phil picked me up at the airport with the script of _Midnight_ in his hand.The morning accompanied Wyatt and me across country.The sun shone only early white light, and even thunderclouds over Colorado looked new and clean.We would land in Los Angeles at noon.Finky Linky still hadn't told me about Pinsleepe.Getting up to go to the bathroom, I suddenly felt a terrible scratching, pulling pain in my back.It was so bad I yelped and grabbed myself there.Wyatt and the people nearby stared at me, but it was too difficult to say anything then.I was under attack; some huge mouth was trying to suck the skin off my back or something; I'd never felt anything like it before.Walking fast down the aisle, I looked at the lights over the bathroom doors and gratefully saw one of them was vacant.Slipping into the phone-booth-size stall, I snapped the lock shut.What the hell _was_ it?Before I had a chance to pull my jacket off, I felt something new and utterly frightening under my shirt back there.The pain had stopped, but what was moving right where it had been? Something big, big as a hand, scratching and scraping to get out.I lost control.Ripping at my clothes, I managed to pull my jean jacket off and the shirttail out in a few desperate jerks.I think I was making noise too.I'm not sure what I was doing except getting hysterical.You know the feeling of a bug or something else small and unknown under your shirt or skirt in summer, when anything has a chance to land or walk there.Multiply that by ten or twenty, make it jerk around, give it fur or something else.Play with the idea.It was that bad.Really.And then it was out.It flew straight over my shoulder and into the mirror.The crow.My tattoo.Our skin birds; mine was alive.Off my back and alive, scared, flying in a little metal room five miles off the earth.I broke its neck.Not thinking, I grabbed the bird out of the air and, fumbling with its sharp flutter, squeezed._Snap!_ It stopped moving: from stiff and crazy to soft and curved in an instant.5_There is so much Weber doesn't know.Where should I begin? With Venasque and his pig and bull terrier that understood everything you said? Or with Pinsleepe and the crow tattoo?__Venasque.For thirty years of hungry customers, he was only a chatty Frenchman who made delicious sandwiches because he liked to see people eat.Other things he liked? His animals, cooking, watching television, magic.__Venasque the shaman, the most powerful I ever met.He didn't know where the magic came from, but he used it well and selftessly.He taught his animals to understand, taught me to swim (particularly through the black water of my Page 34ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlpast), taught Sasha Makrianes who she really was, taught other things to other people.__If you needed to fly, he would teach you.Yes, he could do that if he thought it necessary.But most people don't need to fly.Venasque's greatest magic was helping you discover the discipline that would eventually save your life.Often it was something entirely trivial.__Harry Radcliffe told one of my favorite Venasque stories.After he won the Pritzker Award for Architecture and was on the cover of _Time_ magazine, Harry had a nervous breakdown_._It manifested itself in an original way: In the middle of designing an important building for the 750th anniversary of Berlin, he stopped all work on it and began assembling an elaborate miniature city in his living room.__At first it consisted of paper models of the Secession Museum in Vienna, Richard Rogers's Lloyd's of London building, Aldo Rossi's Teatro del Mondo.Then he added thirty or forty schlocky souvenir statues of places like the Eiffel Tower, Seattle Space Needle, and Statue of Liberty.Stir in six chrome teapots designed by Michael Graves, a modified Chinese wok that served as part of the Spaceport for visitors from other planets, assorted other models, toys, and clay figures Radcliffe made or collected, and you have a whiff of what was going on.__Through friends, Harry's wife heard about Venasque and asked him to come over [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Our skin birds.We had them injected high up on our shoulders to make it look like they were making the long curved flight up our backs.When I returned from Europe five months later, Phil picked me up at the airport with the script of _Midnight_ in his hand.The morning accompanied Wyatt and me across country.The sun shone only early white light, and even thunderclouds over Colorado looked new and clean.We would land in Los Angeles at noon.Finky Linky still hadn't told me about Pinsleepe.Getting up to go to the bathroom, I suddenly felt a terrible scratching, pulling pain in my back.It was so bad I yelped and grabbed myself there.Wyatt and the people nearby stared at me, but it was too difficult to say anything then.I was under attack; some huge mouth was trying to suck the skin off my back or something; I'd never felt anything like it before.Walking fast down the aisle, I looked at the lights over the bathroom doors and gratefully saw one of them was vacant.Slipping into the phone-booth-size stall, I snapped the lock shut.What the hell _was_ it?Before I had a chance to pull my jacket off, I felt something new and utterly frightening under my shirt back there.The pain had stopped, but what was moving right where it had been? Something big, big as a hand, scratching and scraping to get out.I lost control.Ripping at my clothes, I managed to pull my jean jacket off and the shirttail out in a few desperate jerks.I think I was making noise too.I'm not sure what I was doing except getting hysterical.You know the feeling of a bug or something else small and unknown under your shirt or skirt in summer, when anything has a chance to land or walk there.Multiply that by ten or twenty, make it jerk around, give it fur or something else.Play with the idea.It was that bad.Really.And then it was out.It flew straight over my shoulder and into the mirror.The crow.My tattoo.Our skin birds; mine was alive.Off my back and alive, scared, flying in a little metal room five miles off the earth.I broke its neck.Not thinking, I grabbed the bird out of the air and, fumbling with its sharp flutter, squeezed._Snap!_ It stopped moving: from stiff and crazy to soft and curved in an instant.5_There is so much Weber doesn't know.Where should I begin? With Venasque and his pig and bull terrier that understood everything you said? Or with Pinsleepe and the crow tattoo?__Venasque.For thirty years of hungry customers, he was only a chatty Frenchman who made delicious sandwiches because he liked to see people eat.Other things he liked? His animals, cooking, watching television, magic.__Venasque the shaman, the most powerful I ever met.He didn't know where the magic came from, but he used it well and selftessly.He taught his animals to understand, taught me to swim (particularly through the black water of my Page 34ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlpast), taught Sasha Makrianes who she really was, taught other things to other people.__If you needed to fly, he would teach you.Yes, he could do that if he thought it necessary.But most people don't need to fly.Venasque's greatest magic was helping you discover the discipline that would eventually save your life.Often it was something entirely trivial.__Harry Radcliffe told one of my favorite Venasque stories.After he won the Pritzker Award for Architecture and was on the cover of _Time_ magazine, Harry had a nervous breakdown_._It manifested itself in an original way: In the middle of designing an important building for the 750th anniversary of Berlin, he stopped all work on it and began assembling an elaborate miniature city in his living room.__At first it consisted of paper models of the Secession Museum in Vienna, Richard Rogers's Lloyd's of London building, Aldo Rossi's Teatro del Mondo.Then he added thirty or forty schlocky souvenir statues of places like the Eiffel Tower, Seattle Space Needle, and Statue of Liberty.Stir in six chrome teapots designed by Michael Graves, a modified Chinese wok that served as part of the Spaceport for visitors from other planets, assorted other models, toys, and clay figures Radcliffe made or collected, and you have a whiff of what was going on.__Through friends, Harry's wife heard about Venasque and asked him to come over [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]