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Teaching children about real life
When I was a kid…
When I was a kid, it was interesting to watch the crazy people who flocked toward Ronald Reagan. Now they seem to go crazy around Obama. Hero worship is just plain crazy, n’est pas?
The bison tin eel man
Ambient noise
What is your definition of augmented reality? Licking your finger to test the ambient temperature for the direction of a breeze or adjusting your heart pacemaker with your Google Glass interface as you look at a restaurant menu/review “floating” in midair?
In other words, what is the definition of you and, by extension, your offspring?
Dream chasing days
Have you ever heard of or met a person who claimed that a radio was playing in his/her thoughts?
I met one person who claimed she heard voices whispering to her who sometimes sang to her but usually gave her strange instructions to say weird stuff to people on purpose, and another who said that her thoughts were full of vivid, more real-than-real wild colours, like living paintings, and people like me were just figments of her imagination — both I assume could be labeled as schizophrenic.
Otherwise, I assume it’s normal to have a jingle or song phrase in our thoughts that repeat happily (or incessantly, depending on your mood).
Today, it’s another two songs’ lyrics that I’m playing with in my thoughts: “all I want to do is have some fun/I get a feeling I’m not the only one,” and “You make a grown man cry-y-y.”
Time to switch over to the storytelling channel, post pictures here later. Seeya alligator.
Blood, type
For many, many years, I was a loyal blood donor for the American Red Cross and a local collection group called LifeSouth. Then, it dawned on me that their relationship with me was very mistrusting, asking me the same questions every time, checking my arms for needle marks every time.
I decided enough is enough. I’m squeamish enough as it is and have a tough time trusting strangers to stick needles in my arm who didn’t have to answer any personal questions from me.
So I quit giving.
If they can’t trust me, then why should I trust them any longer?
Shouldn’t there be a loyalty program for regular donors?
Going with my gut on this one
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And please, please, please, seek professional counseling before deciding to kill yourself. If nothing else, look in the mirror and tell the world the universe is here to serve you, so the world will just have to deal with your greatness.
I am the greatest person the universe has ever seen.
I know it if no one else does and that’s all that matters.
For those who don’t know, it’s their loss, not mine.
For more on the topic, read “In local news…“.
Now, back to my new blog!
The story so far…
What is it about black holes that fascinate us little sets of states of energy?
My imagination plays tricks on me at 7:30 a.m. on a Friday morning on the seventh floor of a hotel near the St. Louis airport, while down below me construction crew members, smaller than ants, begin their workday on the local freeway.
A storyline starring Lee and Guin is in the side pathways of my thoughts as I block out time slots for the morning and afternoon to snap some still photographs and video shots to make a video short story about the vainglorious immoral unethical exploits of a black hole.
I had initially named the black hole the Might Blackholio in homage to a television “character” named the Great Cornholio but I’ve changed my mind, not having been a fan of Beavis and Butthead, just a coworker of a fan (an almostfan, like an almost-famous also-ran (but not mistaken for a Ran fan)).
Last night was an almostbreakthrough evening, my wife encouraging me to dance with other people and the two of us almost having fun together on the dance floor. I need to get my wife to show me what she wants rather than tell me — there’s nothing like talking or, rather, instructing your dance partner that does more to ruin a good mood in the middle of the fluidity of West Coast Swing dancing.
Our distance from a black hole gives us hundreds of millions of years of stability in our solar system.
What if a black hole could jump through spacetime?
What if a black hole had the ability to take on a personality like a human?
What if a black hole could hide its personality amongst us?
What would be its motivations, its goals, its dreams, its passions?
I think a better name for the black hole villain in my story is Collapsaricus.
And so it shall be!
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