Still-straight-street picture hunter-gatherer.
Self-defining communist.
With a Nikon D80 w/28-105 macro ?!
I don't use photoshop.
With iPhoto I can fiddle like in old-darkroom-days.
Love.
Bill.
No more edition prints.
Any size you choose to 42" by X". Ink-jet.
'69-'71 Atget-Evans-Frank-Diane-Gary-
I set up low-budget homing (ignore my bio-facade) underground.
Mailing picture-cards from day-one = pleasure-filled
The amazing internet led to "Bill Dane on the internet."
Hot f---in' what I didn't know I was waiting for.
Milan Kundera "The Book of Laughter and Forgetting" Etc
Amos Oz "A Tale Of Love And Darkness" Etc
Breece DJ Pancake "The Stories of Breece DJ Pancake"
Russell Banks "Continental Drift" Etc
Leonard Michaels "To Feel These Things" Etc
Heinrich Boll "The Collected Stories" Etc
W.G. Sebald "On The Natural History Of Destruction" Etc
A huge and inspiring new universe
He created "Bill Dane on the internet."
Side-by-side/lightbulb-by-ligh
"Bill Dane on the internet." is Nick
Tech-by-tech/code-by-code on his own
Forever Thank You Two So Much
Love BillDad
Major Powers:


Nick Powers, Dylan Gautschi and Kevin Gautschi have played music all of their lives and have been in various sort-of-popular bands all over the Bay Area. After some time passed and some things happened, they formed Major Powers & The Lo-Fi Symphony.
Nick plays piano and writes all of the songs. Dylan plays drums, Kevin plays guitar and they throw gas onto the fire. Nick, Dylan and Kevin all sing. Nick likes to describe their sound as a "cartoon odyssey." They think the music is passionate and interesting and hope other people do, too.
I grew up a Dungeons & Dragons nerd on welfare with a single mom in Crockett, CA. My dad was in prison when I was young. My mom was a cleaning lady and worked at one family's house for a whole summer to buy me a real piano. I live in Richmond, CA with my wife and almost-three-year-old daughter.
All I think I'm trying to do with my music is tell a story. I grew up in an out-of-the-way, dying factory town. More people than you realize did the same thing. We all do shitty drugs. We all wear the wrong clothes. We all listen to the wrong music. We all feel a little funny at fancy restaurants. And then, in a fucked up twist, we all feel like we have to act disinterested to protect ourselves from ridicule. In my mind, this is the soundtrack to that shit.
Please visit: MP&TL-FS
Edith "Edie" Thacher Dane, 89, died Sunday, June 23, 2002 at the home of her daughter in San Jose, Calif. She was born May 4, 1913 in Ojai on the campus of The Thacher Preparatory Boys School, where her father, William Larned Thacher, was associate head master and her uncle, Sherman Day Thacher, was head master.
She attended Vassar College in New York, and married and settled in Sierra Madre, Calif., where her mother, Hilda Blumer Thacher, was born. Her maturnal grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. John George Blumer, were of the original group of residents of Sierra Madre when they arrived in 1886.
Ms. Dane lived in Sierra Madre for more than 60 years and was an active and dedicated volunteer in her community throughout her adult life. She received numerous honors and awards for her service in the areas of early childhood developpment, the "War on Poverty," and a variety of human rights and social justice initiatives. She was active in the Democratic Party and, in her later years, was active in efforts to preserve the hillside of her hometown. As a social activist, she was committed to the health and well-being of all members of society and to her local communities of Sierra Madre, and surrounding Pasadena-area cities.
She is survived by her children, Bill Dane of Albany, Calif., Frank Dane of Forestville, Calif., and Nancy Dane Peña of San Jose, Calif.; Bill's wife, daughter-in-law Nancy Dulberg; seven grandchildren; two great-granddaughters; and several cousins and in-laws.
Memorial services will be held Aug. 16, 2002 in Sierra Madre.
© 2002 The Ojai Valley News
Network of Spiritual Progressives
"Don't Fall for the GOP (and Obama) Lie"
by Robert Reich with an introductory reflection by Rabbi Lerner



