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October 07, 2004
Meeting Urgo at the Mystical Chelsea Hotel
When I met Urgo I left little shaken but and intrigued. It was like who is this guy? I had already had a few odd experiences at the Hotel.[more]. It was full of “Celestine Prophecy Moments”. I went there to stream a live event [more] over the net from a barge actually next to the light house frying pan (great place to eat and chat)[more]. It was enough that I was flying in on 9-11, actually It felt kind of cool in defiance of the fear of flying but there was no fear in the plane there was more like a feeling of awe, like a new birth, a phoenix rising from the ashes. Oh well maybe that was just my feeling.
It was my second time in NY, I saw the Statue of Liberty in the harbor for real for the first time and got that feeling it stood there defiant for liberty. But I will say this that symbol of liberty is more powerful than a thousand terrorist attacks. It is the vision that gave birth to this Nation.
My mother later corrected me it was my third time in New York, when I first set foot in this country it was in New York and that is where I first slept. Good to be back. My mother was British and my father a US citizen who worked for the military we had just relocated to DC. Also read about the British Empire and vitamin C.
So anyway I was looking at the art and all of sudden this guy is standing there. He says "Hi, I am Urgo. Nice Work". I said "Yes it is". He said "Do you know where you are?" I replied “The Chelsea Hotel on the 5th floor.” He said "Yep, you remember being here before" I replied "Nope". He said “Maybe it wasn't you then.” I am thinking this guy must be a little off his rocker, then again I always meet these people that swear they had just met me or saw me before, I think I have a double.
"You have a Sony" I said “yep.” (he referred to the DV camera I was holding) I buy Sony too. “Okay” I said.
He said “You get what you pay for, you buy cheap stuff and it breaks, and you by more, and eventually you pay the same as would have for the quality stuff.” I said “Yeah that’s true so why do they make cheap stuff?” He said “Because the consumer looks for the cheapest price” I said “What they really need to do is print their profit margin and material cost on their product and a company efficiency rating, then I could make a proper choice as a consumer.” I said “have you ever been to the bad business bureau it is all about cheap products and bad service.” “Never heard of it he said.” I thought this guy must not get around. He then went on “I heard of the Better Business Bureau, you pay money, get a logo, what good is that, they don’t check on anything, it doesn’t prove anything.” “Yeah I suppose, I don’t really know.”
He said. “Do you know about the number 9 and the penny? I said “yes” I wrote about that once.” I thought to myself I must not have a monopoly on these insights.
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Then he says "How about that cup"? I said yeah I knew I shouldn't put it so close to the edge, but I did anyway. [Why do we do that? Why do we ignore those little pieces of awareness]. It then fell off and spilled. He then handed me his card. And said you'll know what to do. I looked at it and it had a single email address typewritten on an old typewriter. I said well I'm going up the next floor. He said "have a good one" I said okay. I went up the stairs peeked back down expecting him to not be there. He grinned at me still tweaking his chin. I went all the way up. Then it hit me how did he know that I spilled my cup? Later on the return trip when I was assessing the events of the last few days I realized that wasn’t the cup he was referring to. It was a cup that no one on the planet could know about. I was miles from anywhere where on an island I had only met a handful of people that day and had told no one.
It is odd I don’t remember what he looked like but I remember his all knowing wise grin and his eyes, they smiled that is the best I can describe them. I probably would not know him if I met him.
Well later I emailed him a dozen times. No response. I wondered if he was really real now or just a figment, I couldn’t find a trace of him on the video I must have turned it off. Well, then because of another project I am doing a flogging site for people of note; I sent him a login and instructions. He posted.
End of story. Not quite I figured it out, he had been reading what I wrote online in the past. How did he know who I was? I had never written about the cup or had I? Hmm mystery.
Posted by Richard at October 7, 2004 02:01 PM
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Well my friend ate any good pan bread?
Heard any dangerous dinosaur jokes?
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at October 9, 2004 02:10 AM
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