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Oct. 31st, 2007 | 02:40 pm

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“I got cut off on the last post…

I wanted to again extend my gratitude to everyone who has been working to support me, and fundraising. There has been just an amazing amount of contributions from the local environmental groups to personal friends and I am just so grateful for that.

A little bit more information about the celebration:

It’s going to be on the 10th or 11th. We’ll schedule it for Saturday the 10th but maybe if I’m feeling bad we’ll wait a day and do it on the 11th. So try to keep your schedule free for that weekend.

It’s going to be a pot luck, so please bring food, and we’re looking for music if anyone has an idea about musicians. We were thinking of Zack - maybe Zack will be around to play some violin or maybe Yana will play her cello.

That’s it for now, talk to you soon.”

Transcribed by: cauch

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from: anonymous
date: Nov. 2nd, 2007 06:52 pm (UTC)

I've got a family reunion in Atlanta that weekend. Otherwise, I might have tried to make it. Hugs to you and everyone that I know there. I'll be thinking of you.


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from: girlinthemoon
date: Nov. 2nd, 2007 08:57 pm (UTC)

Hi, Jer,

You sound pretty good... I can't wait to see the beauty of the North Bay (I'll be there tomorrow) and spend some time with you. The celebration of your life sounds like a wonderful thing -- I'm sure it will be very moving and vibrant... I wouldn't miss it for anything. You know you have my continual love, support, and every good thought.



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from: kilv
date: Nov. 3rd, 2007 04:30 am (UTC)


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from: kolakoski
date: Nov. 3rd, 2007 06:53 pm (UTC)


Glad to hear the pump and opiates are helping (tremendously I'm sure) with the pain.

Katie and I will be so happy to join in the celebration.

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See you this weekend

from: anonymous
date: Nov. 8th, 2007 02:12 am (UTC)

I am keeping the weekend open so I can stop by and spend some time with you and this amazing group of friends and family you have. It will be an honor to be included in that circle once again.

Sending all my positive energy and love!


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from: honu143
date: Nov. 8th, 2007 11:32 pm (UTC)

Hey, bro! Since I don't think I can get out of Phoenix this weekend, I thought I'd bring a bit of the Sonoran desert to your blog. It's so beautiful here -- once you get out of the city, of course. Even here, near central Phoenix, there are marvels. I was up at 5 am and let the dog out. From our backyard I looked up and could see the Milky Way! Nothing like the view from out in the desert, and at higher altitude, but still, pretty grand!

I realize how lucky we are to have been born (despite what several religions say about breaking the cycle of death and rebirth). Thank you, Jeremy for your work and your life. My guess is that you haven't drawn a sharp boundary between the two. But am I projecting that onto you? Anyway, I'm glad to know you and glad to hear that the pain pump has been working pretty well. I'll be thinking of you this weekend, and sending those love beams your way!

Love to you and to Beth,

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from: jillinketchikan
date: Nov. 9th, 2007 08:00 am (UTC)

We are thinking about Jeremy here in the Tongass.... remembering so many things, Jeremy setting up the G.P. summer here in the spring 2003, meeting with Kai and Holly and ferry workers, our neighbor the lifelong L.P. worker...
Who were you here with, Jeremy, was it Stuart? Remembering the potluck in honour of the Esperanza at Ward Lake and finding out Federal agents were hiding in the trees! Think it was Scott's birthday?
And there was a summer night downtown Ketchikan eating at the Chinese restaurant with Jennifer the radio reporter who got fired for reporting too much, too favourably on G.P., why did you lift up your shirt to show us your stomach, Jeremy? Can't remember, but we were talking about acupuncture... and what we locals came to call the G.P. crud, people coughing the cough that would not leave (poor Mel!) and sooner or later we all had a version of it.
How about crashing the Murkowski fundraiser, meeting the senators, Frank shaking the hands of everyone at our table, the lobbyist buying the whole table a round of drinks and the wives of the present prominent citizens swooning over the G.P. men... I introduced you to senator Lisa and you introduced me to Larry Craig. Carol set the whole thing up and you rode out to Salmon Falls in her car. Crazy times.
The Haida dancers have only gotten more awesome at the tribal house......
You made such a big impression in this poor big little backwater, belly of the timber beast town... seems like the last time so many people of all walks had so much hope for a new future here.
We love you Jeremy, Bill and Loann hold you in their hearts, hey their old little beat up blue Toyota is still running, the one they lent to G.P.. Loann will be thinking of you when she plants her garden in the spring.
We've had a visiting bear 3 nights running, they're getting ready for the cold part of the year.
Remember going out to Chaiken's house for lunch with Captain Bob (remember Bob addressing our wonderful borough assembly? He did great but at some cost to his nerves) and then boating back into town for the meeting with the Forest Service. Feds lurking in the backround, again.
You have been beholden to where your body is for such a long, hard time now, yet I don't think I've met many, if any, people who's spirits travel so far and wide.
Love you,
see you sooner than later,
jill, frank, mike, susan, carol, holly, ray, gwen, kathy, bill, loann
dro, george, david, peter

"In outer space you develop an instant global consciousness, a people orientation, an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world, and a compulsion to do something about it. From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck, and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, "Look at that you son of a bitch." Edgar Mitchell

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