Danny Davis – Flute, Conga, Sax (Alto), Clarinet (Alto) John Gilmore – Sax (Tenor), Percussion Stafford James – Bass (Electric) Sun Ra – Celeste, Moog Synthesizer, Rocksichord, Wurlitzer, Mini Moog
“As you can imagine, regular practice of synchronized swimming is a great way to maintain health and strength — and a great way to meet active and fun women! We have many members who have had arthritis, joint replacements, and other health challenges — and they stay active with the Aquadettes.” — Leisure World
Margo Bouer is seventy five and has been an Aquadette for over fifteen years.
A film by Drea Cooper & Zackary Canepari
Every grain of sand is a jewel waiting to be discovered. That’s what Dr. Gary Greenberg found when he first turned his microscope on beach sand. Gemlike minerals, colorful coral fragments, and delicate microscopic shells revealed that sand comprises much more than little brown rocks. Amazing microphotography showcases spectacular colors, shapes, and patterns. Join Dr. Greenberg as he explores the science and beauty of the sand grain. With this captivating volume, you will never look at a beach the same way again.Author and photographer Dr. Gary Greenberg is a visual artist who creatively combines art with science. He has a Ph.D. in biomedical research from University College London and holds 17 patents for high-definition 3-D light microscopes. Dr. Greenberg lives in Haiku, Hawaii.
Well I came upon a child of God, he was walking along the road And I asked him tell where are you going, this he told me: Well, I’m going down to Yasgur’s farm, going to join in a rock and roll band. Got to get back to the land, set my soul free.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Well, then can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog. And I feel like I’m a cog in something turning. And maybe it’s the time of year, yes, and maybe it’s the time of man. And I don’t know who I am but life is for learning.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong, And everywhere there was song and celebration. And I dreamed I saw the bombers jet planes riding shotgun in the sky, Turning into butterflies above our nation.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are caught in the devil’s bargain, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.