SOS Gab & Eti 1.40

Gabriel says he got his revolutionary idea of cluster pointers after watching 
an old Stanley Kubrick movie on the TV where red coats are lined up with 
muskets marching toward a similar line of blue coated Persians. Lots of bang 
bang smoke smoke… everybody gets shot dead or wounded. 

But I dare suspect it was actuarially that Eli Whitney special last month on 
the History Channel where they show us all about the history of  mass 
production of walnut gunstocks that made a solid felt cluck to Gabriel's 
unfevered brain cramp. Very excited, Gabriel semaphored that he had come up 
with an effective idea and a profitable waste of time. You can tell when 
Gabriel is excited by the manner he jerks the flags left and right. I don't 
quite know how to do a staccato flag accent of dialect in written prose, but 
Gabriel looks like a moth on speed up there on the hill nearby the 100 year 
old sugar maple. 

So, back to Gab's grand idea. Fifty sweaty men, assorted between overweight 
and scrawny, indiscriminate nationalities, lined up on a bamboo scaffold with 
twenty-five diamond cutting and twenty-five tuckpointing. On the ground ten 
laborers laboring, mudslingers slinging lime putty, dunkers downing drafts, 
dowsers dowsing dew lines… it would be the essence of a mechanized and 
regimented carnival of modern industry. 

Etidorpha said, over a bowl of coffee, "If you can get them hunky guys up 
there teetering around on the flimsy scaffolding to squeeze honey out of 
their buttocks at the same time it would surely be a wonder of nature to 
behold."

Always pushing the envelope into oblivion and borrowing a hint from the CIA. 
Etidorpha has come up with a home-recipe for Gatorade. One gallon of 
over-sweetened lemonade, three lead fishing weights for trace metals, and two 
handfuls of roasted morning glory seeds. Let the concoction of ambrosia sit 
in a clear glass jar in the sun for five days. She claims this all-natural 
beverage is a better stimulant than the store bought stuff.