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Mabillon. Thursday 2 March 2000. On Sunday, Hal told me his SRI research was showing that the “human mind is like an acausal quantum field of Fisher Information. Our minds ‘random hash’ information patterns.” I suspect Hal’s been smoking some “random hash” in the lab again.

Toronto. Monday 6 October 2008. The Canadians are in a tizzy. An old friend, an oceanographer at Dalhousie University, tells me how crustacean migration patterns are shifting north. By 2025 he expects Maine’s lobster industry to go belly-up. Moves are being made in the depths.

Los Angeles. Tuesday 1 October 2024. After an interview with Jesse Michels, a Thiel Capital investor & hotshot UFO researcher, he admitted to feeling faint. While I'm not one to pry, he implied it was related to a new venture with his boss dealing with bloodletting.

Cocoa Beach. Thursday 7 October 2022. Between watching launches at the Kennedy Center I had the pleasure of meeting with a journalist named Danny Jones. He’s looking for investment from our Euro-America Fund for an AI powered cannabis rating app to be called “Huginn Farms”.

Chicago. Saturday 17 June 1967. I now understand why Allen is still away in Canada. Sorting through Air Force files in his home office I found panicked references to Project Magnet, run by the Canadian government since the early 1950s. They’re still at least a decade ahead.

Chicago. Thursday 16 Janaury 1964. I told Hynek he needs to be more punctual after he missed our Blue Book reorganization meeting with Air Force officials. He blithely responded: "Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care?"

Culver City. Sunday 11 July 1999. This afternoon I had the pleasure of attending an advanced screening of a film that depicts the phenomenon with unusual realism. From its subtle Theosophical themes to an impotent military UFO program, “Muppets from Space” was truly refreshing.

Chicago. Tuesday 15 September 1964. I spoke briefly to Allen who is overworked. He listed off 25 cases he was investigating, six presentations lined up, as well as four radio interviews. I said his life sounded like an elementary math problem. I hope he can find some serenity.

Chicago. Monday 22 April 1974. Allen is cagey after returning from an investigation in Florida. He brought back a heavy metal sphere that he refuses to let me handle, always cradling it in his arms. Every night in a different place I hear him softly cooing “ooh ooh ooh” to it.

Las Vegas. Saturday 3 August 1996. We had a pleasant dinner with him but Mr. Bigelow was upset because his security guards had been forced to shoot at construction workers who started a brawl on a development site: one man was wounded in the leg.

Washington, D.C. Monday 5 April 1999. During a tour at the Smithsonian Janine remarked how similar the Australopithecus display looked to a juvenile Bigfoot. I joked that they keep a real one in the back, with the leprechaun skulls. The curator, ashen-faced, asked us to leave.

Almaden. Saturday 17 May 1996. At a private tour of the IBM laboratory here one postdoctoral researcher told us about her experimental rattlesnake-based data storage system, funded through a DARPA consortium. I was skeptical, but her flute demonstration showed promise.

Hummingbird. Friday 19 June 1983. We hosted a dinner party tonight at which Uri Geller was the guest of honor. Something curious happened while he was demonstrating his powers during dessert: only the real silverware "dematerialized", but the cheap steel utensils remained.

Palo Alto. Thursday 28 February 1980. A busy afternoon at InfoMedia. One analyst pitched a new entertainment format enhancing the intimacy of talk radio with our online conferencing software. I balked; this is the sort of social control mechanism I warned about in Messengers.

Rose Garden. Wednesday 17 May 2009. AMORC voted to fund an alchemical laboratory at the Rosicrucian Egyptian Museum with working models of 14th century scientific instruments. San Jose's schoolchildren would be better off reading my book, The Four Elements of Financial Alchemy.

Oslo. Monday 22 June 1998. An odd story from a Stockholm investor at the logistics conference. Years ago he was eating a slice of smörgåstårta when a saucer appeared over his table, hovered for a moment, then vanished with his meal, leaving behind a plate of tacos al pastor.

Chicago. Tuesday 4 July 1967. After spending Saturday in the park with Allen, he called me at home incredulous that Independence Day was today & not three days ago. I worry his lecture schedule is going to catch up with him, doing little to advance the subject in the meantime.

Tel Aviv. Monday 20 August 2001. A vendor at the medical instrument trade expo startled me: Adrian Dvir, a Romanian-Israeli computer engineer, had a bookstand hawking guides to making psychic contact with alien surgeons. Listening to his pitch left me only with a toothache.

Montmartre. Wednesday 12 March 1987. Kit made an urgent long-distance phone call, still out of breath when I picked up the phone. “We’ve made a terrible mistake. Polygraphs don’t measure stress or any other physiological signs of lying at all. They measure love.”

Hyde Street. Tuesday 7 August 1990. Janine has continued helping me edit my journals for publication, though her insistence that I halve the number of food-related entries bothers me. The reader needs to be aware of these quiet moments of self-reflection and camaraderie.