tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77409835959626491092024-03-13T23:17:59.060-07:00Trainride Of The EnigmasGeo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.comBlogger603125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-74242598945485874692023-12-21T23:14:00.000-08:002023-12-21T23:19:57.961-08:00MYSTERIOUS GARDEN<p><span style="font-size: large;">I found a message on the garden slate. So far as I could translate, it read: <b>"For we already sing of highest adventure, a newly paved main road and gate-lights" --</b>then trailed off into flowers and earth.</span> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1TBrgkZ2rzOGJyLej6-jNJ1btUf_PC7I8DZc2RS6wVommlOAaVcvGUxsApHy1jyZV8sKO9Fy1Dkz3bM_fb8AOQorS6A_R_Z10uygjVTgAMmEw9nX6wyxhp20y2UNd-LI2TrseXhAH-qVJx-HfEC8CE65XI8Bjtm616xIhlJ6jkLP-4zGz9msgLnA8sKN/s640/Photo-0509.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="640" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1TBrgkZ2rzOGJyLej6-jNJ1btUf_PC7I8DZc2RS6wVommlOAaVcvGUxsApHy1jyZV8sKO9Fy1Dkz3bM_fb8AOQorS6A_R_Z10uygjVTgAMmEw9nX6wyxhp20y2UNd-LI2TrseXhAH-qVJx-HfEC8CE65XI8Bjtm616xIhlJ6jkLP-4zGz9msgLnA8sKN/s320/Photo-0509.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p> <span style="font-size: large;">I walked south into our woods and scanned for clues, saw some suspects then sat down on a log. "There are lots of lovely creatures</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">out here, but which of them is capable of attempting French graffiti?"</span> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMMFDSZOxvP_bZ7fy6AIFBLSjJ1kbDAFnATQ10m2Ui4JPY_YSeil5WuswWWupCkSOK6NOTTKXm-iyEE6lV63EgUCzHkBUbhwJJwapDG5ZUqXhJLrfa0rOkNIBPvGQYZFwayCnJ4DmnGo2fOX-Cf2LgjCSC3mMPmj3CNNDRGc_VH8PNK-JtcbtUIKbHvlR/s640/moi2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMMFDSZOxvP_bZ7fy6AIFBLSjJ1kbDAFnATQ10m2Ui4JPY_YSeil5WuswWWupCkSOK6NOTTKXm-iyEE6lV63EgUCzHkBUbhwJJwapDG5ZUqXhJLrfa0rOkNIBPvGQYZFwayCnJ4DmnGo2fOX-Cf2LgjCSC3mMPmj3CNNDRGc_VH8PNK-JtcbtUIKbHvlR/s320/moi2.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6hygZTmy9AK7ZNAk6dk4E_2jkF4nSF6V8sudv1iIJ3lyXzASM-JJVyObSTYanGUvZFJH0RUjAINl9aw9QGN7eRJzh2N1DPZKoMwLFi8p9pgP87Syfkx-_vPV_ffgCpXvqyfKA8_q-hereU7qPg2QcE7a9PdAkz7dY_HoDJPlitv9DlU_4UHsRr9RnGTu/s640/Moi1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="464" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6hygZTmy9AK7ZNAk6dk4E_2jkF4nSF6V8sudv1iIJ3lyXzASM-JJVyObSTYanGUvZFJH0RUjAINl9aw9QGN7eRJzh2N1DPZKoMwLFi8p9pgP87Syfkx-_vPV_ffgCpXvqyfKA8_q-hereU7qPg2QcE7a9PdAkz7dY_HoDJPlitv9DlU_4UHsRr9RnGTu/s320/Moi1.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><p> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>"Mwah??!!" </b>I exclaimed.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> "No, 'Moi'..."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">"E(a)rnest? Is it you?"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> "Mai oui, cher humain...Un instant..." He adjusted a tiny dial on his chest. "There! I'm set to English again."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> "E(a)rnest, what is that dial attached to?"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> "To moi --I mean me. We squirrels have brains about the size of thimbles. Couldn't learn languages so we developed technology to do the job for us."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Something didn't sound right but I didn't pursue it. I decided to learn more. "Why change languages in the first place?"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> "Well, because in case you hadn't noticed, a thousand acres across your road has got subdivided and crowded with housing tracts and apartment buildings and it won't stop there. We rodents are getting forced out. Bunch of us are going to France --otherwise, it's war."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I answered with a sigh,"Ah, c'est la guerre."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> "Luh Gare?" he asked. "Why should I say that?" </span> <br /></div>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-16511045243612413652023-12-17T22:41:00.000-08:002023-12-19T01:04:11.662-08:00TIME CANYON<p> </p><p> [Normaphoto: Sacramento Valley]<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin2rj0kKS4bvDGpQt4H4nURTW8Frcg3ygThvCoAouIqIDYAkZmuha77L71ayCnj3BwisT28gtNcKAW7LgBOjXDkaN6WD0sYxzPDmJXeUDFz1Pg-fFmq5AOr9sBp82UK-BnKpDKyzKhBoKC-t4TjS52BsfSqW1wdXtSovqTG8dFttS0zKosp1KnP0kI00jM/s203/np14b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="203" data-original-width="140" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin2rj0kKS4bvDGpQt4H4nURTW8Frcg3ygThvCoAouIqIDYAkZmuha77L71ayCnj3BwisT28gtNcKAW7LgBOjXDkaN6WD0sYxzPDmJXeUDFz1Pg-fFmq5AOr9sBp82UK-BnKpDKyzKhBoKC-t4TjS52BsfSqW1wdXtSovqTG8dFttS0zKosp1KnP0kI00jM/w276-h400/np14b.jpg" width="276" /> </a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">In the canyon, roars</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Of dinosaurs still</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Echo --will always, I</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Guess --in temporal </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Hills and clefts, quicken,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Pitch and fly apart</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> As hearts, stricken, break </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> In an echo's wake.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span> <br /></div><p></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-44396882860891775652023-12-12T21:50:00.000-08:002023-12-15T20:46:52.839-08:00ORNITHO-PAREIDOLIA<p></p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdxRz4sxu_HmkIxXCsQzgT-Umc5bn8s-w4MxZCP1Yp8Rbpcrs-LoFb1Rp9k9i-ihbd1c6EFZKm5Rpzeq0YzjqYqhW5uTsGelg3iukSSqWcMlitKlz0CvqqyCzYZwJlPTzFaw6rhgK9d4Pb6cmqdl-vp_yZDTJ1-JWg_OKebyrXtHeGIWpt_RbTUvVanLkP/s519/barkbird.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="519" data-original-width="388" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdxRz4sxu_HmkIxXCsQzgT-Umc5bn8s-w4MxZCP1Yp8Rbpcrs-LoFb1Rp9k9i-ihbd1c6EFZKm5Rpzeq0YzjqYqhW5uTsGelg3iukSSqWcMlitKlz0CvqqyCzYZwJlPTzFaw6rhgK9d4Pb6cmqdl-vp_yZDTJ1-JWg_OKebyrXtHeGIWpt_RbTUvVanLkP/w299-h400/barkbird.jpg" width="299" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[Normaphoto]</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I am using backlog Normaphotos here and elsewhere because google seems to have completed modification of their (once free) image-storage-retouching site. I could be wrong because it happened while I was in hospital for brain surgery and since release I have improved mainly from just forgetting to forgetting what I forgot. Is anybody working on this? </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Incidentally, human brain only weighs about three pounds but contains about 100 billion neurons. Those cells are in constant congress with one another, which is why we might see a birdlike face in a peeling piece of eucalyptus bark. That's pareidolia fer- all-a-ya.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><br /></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-87610336571509892102023-12-05T18:32:00.000-08:002023-12-05T18:39:21.730-08:00Monumental Inaccuracy<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>As can be seen in this Normaphoto, the figures of ...</b></span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUtHhU1_5iwqaLzfBIOHYPQlK2Yhyphenhyphenn2N8T34cfUO5CgrfVa65Ru_E-bSCxaC4T7sHND8zuO8__yre3dFBMdGPIEq4RiiPs7BSDYKoX5n-iuj-yoWQIXfqIIzkfY38w1gkBXLcY4u05v_HL3kVCOf16OKTu-vsoKSHv3PmbezjazU3HPd5AtIJod6LfEAW/s564/S.F.,%20JULY%20006.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="387" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUtHhU1_5iwqaLzfBIOHYPQlK2Yhyphenhyphenn2N8T34cfUO5CgrfVa65Ru_E-bSCxaC4T7sHND8zuO8__yre3dFBMdGPIEq4RiiPs7BSDYKoX5n-iuj-yoWQIXfqIIzkfY38w1gkBXLcY4u05v_HL3kVCOf16OKTu-vsoKSHv3PmbezjazU3HPd5AtIJod6LfEAW/w440-h640/S.F.,%20JULY%20006.jpg" width="440" /></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"> [Normaphoto in Golden Gate Park,San Francisco]</div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>... two Weimar "sturm und strang" luminaries in poetry/dramatic arts, Johann Goethe and Friedrich Schiller, have been updated. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Unfortunately, the modification has proved less than successful. As the photo shows, Schiller is depicted as shorter and older than his friend, Goethe, when in reality he was 19 centimeters taller and 10 years younger.<br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><br /></div><p> </p><p></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-71862358042724824882023-11-22T03:42:00.000-08:002023-11-22T03:42:48.247-08:00Turkey Day <p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYC4rtnkqXmd2SagbcngaaqCbgaOxGzpjk00DQcB5sqb0NioDCR6lrb5TFMyw3SH_bWPq23x0FhpgJTSTVRAckX9pEKQqBUnu9kllsPZdH-gKKNLA8pBraaCu1UjkRqMhRDspj-ceMsJKDQJI7YRXPAvm8X-dT0VJuDfX-8JObfXbnEcP3CMQXeQeWlBG3/s640/turkeyb.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYC4rtnkqXmd2SagbcngaaqCbgaOxGzpjk00DQcB5sqb0NioDCR6lrb5TFMyw3SH_bWPq23x0FhpgJTSTVRAckX9pEKQqBUnu9kllsPZdH-gKKNLA8pBraaCu1UjkRqMhRDspj-ceMsJKDQJI7YRXPAvm8X-dT0VJuDfX-8JObfXbnEcP3CMQXeQeWlBG3/w300-h400/turkeyb.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-1526372141812639152023-11-19T15:34:00.000-08:002023-11-19T15:34:44.166-08:00Dawn of the Romantic Era<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhezU4WZGcSGdl5HA8Tld4cPcPF_fGArcnoeV3EsBxQ28paEyEOLMryMszvnJVTNe1Qw3AjwIVjpmUxHA8DEUYZMsqC3HVjm5bhJWnGMf14KsWJBftxjHQM2pYM891iIpWx9nDj9fZ3GsKHyB10fi7pt0Cy-Rsa3Q2jIDbqCfucm4u2h8Jq3n-HmFlRNdWf/s800/Apr%2025,%202017%2010:52:45%20PM.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhezU4WZGcSGdl5HA8Tld4cPcPF_fGArcnoeV3EsBxQ28paEyEOLMryMszvnJVTNe1Qw3AjwIVjpmUxHA8DEUYZMsqC3HVjm5bhJWnGMf14KsWJBftxjHQM2pYM891iIpWx9nDj9fZ3GsKHyB10fi7pt0Cy-Rsa3Q2jIDbqCfucm4u2h8Jq3n-HmFlRNdWf/w400-h300/Apr%2025,%202017%2010:52:45%20PM.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[page: Mr. Rexroth's book "100 More Poems from the Japanese"]<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfVmfoRBTnp_GQ_I5Irh0h1oUW_HnYwteXpDykaH2I7KaY2KoWWkqXbKrL1yDtGNvvI0Sa-vqYd6B2Wan1dZvrmGUS0xrFrDtuwpgIf8dXnq_P_Sn2QaPwHd-gOHMX0CxxU9FblprrbkTD0C3R8WEoMQdlJM0dIpj0u_AqMuh4pZBkYtr4457LJsBLrqM/s800/Apr%2025,%202017%208:52:41%20PM.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfVmfoRBTnp_GQ_I5Irh0h1oUW_HnYwteXpDykaH2I7KaY2KoWWkqXbKrL1yDtGNvvI0Sa-vqYd6B2Wan1dZvrmGUS0xrFrDtuwpgIf8dXnq_P_Sn2QaPwHd-gOHMX0CxxU9FblprrbkTD0C3R8WEoMQdlJM0dIpj0u_AqMuh4pZBkYtr4457LJsBLrqM/s320/Apr%2025,%202017%208:52:41%20PM.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[geodoodle: Masaoka-san looking up at Kenneth Rexroth's translations] </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2o1x8hyphenhyphenq9pABOxTg8XabaNwZxloweJjXwSHCL0w5javX17h1vYwuklVZ76vtmXPY-kw0Ef1VWTH7Pd7ehDRjjfCwDMpdLhqui-BAALxeN9srGg779JuGJcCeJ68ktQIvAxUxqjto5kI1RNOLXul5ACYfi6XIINGdMvMOntl740s4SyxoYcCwJjjRj1Aj_/s800/Apr%2026,%202017%2012:00:55%20AM.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2o1x8hyphenhyphenq9pABOxTg8XabaNwZxloweJjXwSHCL0w5javX17h1vYwuklVZ76vtmXPY-kw0Ef1VWTH7Pd7ehDRjjfCwDMpdLhqui-BAALxeN9srGg779JuGJcCeJ68ktQIvAxUxqjto5kI1RNOLXul5ACYfi6XIINGdMvMOntl740s4SyxoYcCwJjjRj1Aj_/w640-h480/Apr%2026,%202017%2012:00:55%20AM.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[geopoem: with Masaoka Shiki's poem in mind after snow trip in Sierras around 40 years ago]<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I suspect it would be useful to send <i>and </i>receive thoughts back and forth trough time in positive and constructive ways, sort of like a cultural climacteric. A good example would be Austria, around year 1800, when Classical music went through Schuberty.</span><br /></p><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td></tr></tbody></table>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-32492519855622217362023-11-13T14:14:00.000-08:002023-11-13T14:14:37.451-08:00Anthrozoology and Football-Origin<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7EhqtRlcTNLRuJi_mX6GZGoywg3p6LQbfA16j18uV0yC_INevlS12IeEWOWLu__5tuRv3RMBIOrSO5TfO1QmOPz7XuFM7SD4JbjV8hJShwFxL4HjVp5JnqvZqjGKOe-pAVt6aG_2dmcYWohwA2hPMT4Xt_85k6kXTyceubmMQSpDAWlSdnnhlGsVnxYi_/s461/fossil%20football.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="461" data-original-width="443" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7EhqtRlcTNLRuJi_mX6GZGoywg3p6LQbfA16j18uV0yC_INevlS12IeEWOWLu__5tuRv3RMBIOrSO5TfO1QmOPz7XuFM7SD4JbjV8hJShwFxL4HjVp5JnqvZqjGKOe-pAVt6aG_2dmcYWohwA2hPMT4Xt_85k6kXTyceubmMQSpDAWlSdnnhlGsVnxYi_/w385-h400/fossil%20football.jpg" width="385" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[geodoodle]</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Illustration over this text is an x-ray of a mummified football found recently in Rome. A team of anthrozoologists was called in and determined the specimen in excess of 2000 years old. Signs of skeletal trauma suggest the poor creature had been repeatedly kicked and thrown --modern science refers to it as Peditesphera. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Exhaustive research of surviving Greco-Roman sports literature supports the theory that p.-sphera replaced earlier, solid marble balls after centuries of goal-kicking and pass-receiving injuries to players. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Later, Ius Animalis Actisvarum (animal rights activists) developed a method of inflating rubber sheaths with compressed air and modern footballs appeared. The immediate predecessors were free to rejoin the evolutionary pageant, grow wings etc. and are now known as ducks. </span><br /></p><p></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-89163799971281208002023-10-30T14:40:00.000-07:002023-10-30T14:40:47.456-07:00Bushtit and Plenum<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQHTg4R0v4zUwqF5Xrac0YO75GvJs1RKf7_w012b6wu-rxZH-VGM5ZZD3-8wiY2Vgo2F3ezYg26tph9RK92fNaIE4Sce_TGd1gJkIUNgxiyTRSWXG3HABHrKicpv1AvyMWZvu_OokDp0yvRiLphjG06m83RR1RhZZKM77Ohet6GaH7VyNxJFNhw_h_zXCu/s5121/Wrentit-17DEC2016.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3244" data-original-width="5121" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQHTg4R0v4zUwqF5Xrac0YO75GvJs1RKf7_w012b6wu-rxZH-VGM5ZZD3-8wiY2Vgo2F3ezYg26tph9RK92fNaIE4Sce_TGd1gJkIUNgxiyTRSWXG3HABHrKicpv1AvyMWZvu_OokDp0yvRiLphjG06m83RR1RhZZKM77Ohet6GaH7VyNxJFNhw_h_zXCu/w640-h406/Wrentit-17DEC2016.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><p> [Normaphoto--psaltriparus minimus]</p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bird, with only</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sense of a moment--</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">What you get condensing</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Universe to irreducible.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Feathers included. </span><br /></div><p> </p><p></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-84087705675830157342023-10-20T22:20:00.002-07:002023-10-20T22:27:12.218-07:00Idealizing The Average<p><br /></p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGcocZSHDXKNnO4FmGDxrKl6niuJByZYEHEdFg3ryzEegtLDn4YjNFSnhTJc_1WMw34pMGzfmqgvA1WyjipPZOg2dgnOroMLpwzMeC_GWcxrzV2yhC-h434_bX6incE9nTF-Jek9TlcBsbFu0B0WMB1KkNpxCpZPLb8LXXt7CebyuhOlG4W6cMhu4iKib/s480/solstice1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="480" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGcocZSHDXKNnO4FmGDxrKl6niuJByZYEHEdFg3ryzEegtLDn4YjNFSnhTJc_1WMw34pMGzfmqgvA1WyjipPZOg2dgnOroMLpwzMeC_GWcxrzV2yhC-h434_bX6incE9nTF-Jek9TlcBsbFu0B0WMB1KkNpxCpZPLb8LXXt7CebyuhOlG4W6cMhu4iKib/s320/solstice1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[from our bookshelves and beyond]</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWHUljdafGg9v38_QuPTUAbOe2iPjzNOog0L3iLEvMKMCCR4YtL5QyGc2CMPwAeqGNHAlzIXWSnBCnoNtN24-ZASmXNe2L1_bPoh6FRQ0elYo9mjv1ozLF_waAMQT3b13LMoyr2RV6REH_tl2C135c9anJUPPUBe2GAXGUMtDb7oJLLYxKc41wmWw_jzO/s507/aerolark.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="381" data-original-width="507" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWHUljdafGg9v38_QuPTUAbOe2iPjzNOog0L3iLEvMKMCCR4YtL5QyGc2CMPwAeqGNHAlzIXWSnBCnoNtN24-ZASmXNe2L1_bPoh6FRQ0elYo9mjv1ozLF_waAMQT3b13LMoyr2RV6REH_tl2C135c9anJUPPUBe2GAXGUMtDb7oJLLYxKc41wmWw_jzO/s320/aerolark.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[Normaphoto-geodoodle]<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>We measure</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>By our lives</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Below, above.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>We treasure</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>What we love,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>What survives,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>What we are:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Dream and source<br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Set our course</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Star to star. <br /></b></span></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><br /></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-17977736593425172672023-10-18T11:14:00.000-07:002023-10-18T11:14:23.964-07:00Elegy For A Raconteur<p> </p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsFxAln17QNk4390i9K8O2DVR_VHXDX8fJ2yXBy4PutoV7AF2duNTOUC6m4R1j-MkQmqXwLbZXABlqOHiXXXlDhgPKG6kf-LB8c6mcU8KsofdhMtAMX55i9cBABUuXc85GF68TE8TQCCCBGLFHlIilt5P7WwTNmzgvWSnu1IaTGr5hvj9-cCukrxy_srX/s876/Screenshot%20(9).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="567" data-original-width="876" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsFxAln17QNk4390i9K8O2DVR_VHXDX8fJ2yXBy4PutoV7AF2duNTOUC6m4R1j-MkQmqXwLbZXABlqOHiXXXlDhgPKG6kf-LB8c6mcU8KsofdhMtAMX55i9cBABUuXc85GF68TE8TQCCCBGLFHlIilt5P7WwTNmzgvWSnu1IaTGr5hvj9-cCukrxy_srX/w400-h259/Screenshot%20(9).png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[Normaphoto]</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td></tr></tbody></table></p><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>The moving moon and stars</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Are part of our moment.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>And we, theirs. We wake</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>In one another's prayers</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Into what happened last </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>To a disappearing past.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The cosmos may be deduced</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> By shadow cast on</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> A bright sunny day.</b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> <br /></b></span></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-78357517860280693402023-10-08T21:15:00.000-07:002023-10-08T21:15:27.609-07:00 Ducks and Bustards<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlDHAg6kcLDx1QsDsF-yXEtKL_EigQjZ5ebZJeYd34sketNl1CZn8W6wTiLIEDsz_Pzy-C_V-d-MkiEFkD7WpbVEAKDRCj6orMZlruHU3m0vckh-tW2AJv_AgRXYthEJMEEH7CsvVGvm93UqMAhryJXycX1jVdQcZDUYfwjhWIhr0MCYtsW2BKyhtiDK8-/s323/250px-Greatbustard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="323" data-original-width="250" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlDHAg6kcLDx1QsDsF-yXEtKL_EigQjZ5ebZJeYd34sketNl1CZn8W6wTiLIEDsz_Pzy-C_V-d-MkiEFkD7WpbVEAKDRCj6orMZlruHU3m0vckh-tW2AJv_AgRXYthEJMEEH7CsvVGvm93UqMAhryJXycX1jVdQcZDUYfwjhWIhr0MCYtsW2BKyhtiDK8-/s320/250px-Greatbustard.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifILLqH7GHGizNNZmP1bi-9TaKjYIRHgH8w-NhQUvdxMCjEJQ2RToAcMnV9qrNbF3Eas2OYSH3Qj6KUdzZ9vhQK2IyZ6ogDndvjbRsVtal8TE7B7PCKMyxDrUDbSHsBPgVI7F0I9Lr3znKi2tzbbU4JEorvR1P88-GO6ktIvMxicCdQ7MV9_-Ktpx1fixY/s600/600px-Anas_platyrhynchos_male_female_quadrat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifILLqH7GHGizNNZmP1bi-9TaKjYIRHgH8w-NhQUvdxMCjEJQ2RToAcMnV9qrNbF3Eas2OYSH3Qj6KUdzZ9vhQK2IyZ6ogDndvjbRsVtal8TE7B7PCKMyxDrUDbSHsBPgVI7F0I9Lr3znKi2tzbbU4JEorvR1P88-GO6ktIvMxicCdQ7MV9_-Ktpx1fixY/s320/600px-Anas_platyrhynchos_male_female_quadrat.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /> <span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><b>Under rhombi I grew, like you,</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><b>Running at a string's end --<br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><b>And up on the other, a kite.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><b>Then again I might be an idea </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><b>That grew feathers --some do--</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><b>And rise together. You too? <br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><b> <br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-31959898574929406372023-09-28T00:54:00.012-07:002023-09-28T01:04:37.664-07:00 RECENT BRAIN SCAN<p><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6z9Tr2rNOHID1pEnBenpu5k1PR6q0ptOZOXSNioUMIE9_RhVVXDN3c_zDQF2FIHGWVwucVfCMgyyS9zOY4rXkf0uYv4ojKE4mEFULe57J-gAKGuV6muXg7UhvYw4Nx7ECKJMiVjIEflhIsAoRKTu264i6iLkbQvMHbN4e4ug0u9_iXOh6f-cQzaTD5i-_/s700/Gray726.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="700" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6z9Tr2rNOHID1pEnBenpu5k1PR6q0ptOZOXSNioUMIE9_RhVVXDN3c_zDQF2FIHGWVwucVfCMgyyS9zOY4rXkf0uYv4ojKE4mEFULe57J-gAKGuV6muXg7UhvYw4Nx7ECKJMiVjIEflhIsAoRKTu264i6iLkbQvMHbN4e4ug0u9_iXOh6f-cQzaTD5i-_/w640-h370/Gray726.png" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p> <span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>This printout of my brain is un-retouched and shows marked progress in recovery from neurosurgeries conducted on it a few months ago. It shows no sign of brain-fog attendant to dementia but --according to my tiny garden friend, Darwin Doorbooger-- shows some sign of brain-frog. My hopping has improved.</b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b></b></i></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYT1TIgDN5bHot7Hd1s_y7J47axRxyL-E53-lEWQ3M9OrzR1PIHT5UJTc8zBdyTe8li8WJrGhpX37onqf2WAUcX7rJa1Qx0mfoDiEBNvDC6jh6TFnhS_fMhwMzKLEzHQXzYJwAITcivGKqoXW9vuKS0brNbPDrj5ngyxLIF_l9n7ZcGSYSTarG88ZatVc3/s586/adarwin.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="586" data-original-width="440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYT1TIgDN5bHot7Hd1s_y7J47axRxyL-E53-lEWQ3M9OrzR1PIHT5UJTc8zBdyTe8li8WJrGhpX37onqf2WAUcX7rJa1Qx0mfoDiEBNvDC6jh6TFnhS_fMhwMzKLEzHQXzYJwAITcivGKqoXW9vuKS0brNbPDrj5ngyxLIF_l9n7ZcGSYSTarG88ZatVc3/s320/adarwin.jpg" width="240" /></a></b></i></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b> [overhead Normascan of my brain]<br /> </b></i></span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>This, of course, brings us to the </b></i><b>"Drake Equation": </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>In 1960 Astrophysicist Dr.Frank Drake started a project (named for another Frank --Frank </i>Baum)<i> called Ozma (</i>after Ozma of Oz). <i>Dr. Blake's equation was the result of searching the entire observable universe with a radiotelescope 85 feet in diameter. Big scan.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i> </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Project Ozma examined everything in our galaxy for coherent radio emissions according to Drake's Equation, which is: </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i> N=<span style="font-family: trebuchet;"> R*.fp.ne.fi.fe.L (you can look it up --all I remember is N stands for "Number"). He then decided to report that odds against intelligent radio transmission in the universe was a million-millions to one, then later helped an even bigger telescope get funding and raised the result to a trillion-trillions. I can question his accuracy but not his politcking prowess.</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">In 1960 (and still), I would set my tripod and optical telescope up in the back yard and watch stars move across the field of its objective lens. I learned that all possibilities are assembled in the universe --you, me, planets, stars-- and I think of Marcus Aurelius who wrote: "Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars and see yourself running with them." </span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"> <br /></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"> </span><br /></i></b></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <br /></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b> <br /></b></i></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b></b></i></span>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-24500735197576397642023-09-24T16:10:00.000-07:002023-09-24T16:10:51.443-07:00Thor, etc.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU9o-XF8KdCCABNNqfjeiDM_UKQs7EGUjKcQhw-f-42wZfFyozPHUyBM3JBCbHIi7DF3avQZBbFs9k7YyL-nHrGP0DPJ1l_I37sv0f5xycxytwsp27KwY-HMzPb1S1ZggQRjoj13iUqaLUbN5AcXA4wdioi0tJK-QbwqOgsxLSEsQMoYaK4pvxzTUPFPY9/s640/Photo-0639.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="640" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU9o-XF8KdCCABNNqfjeiDM_UKQs7EGUjKcQhw-f-42wZfFyozPHUyBM3JBCbHIi7DF3avQZBbFs9k7YyL-nHrGP0DPJ1l_I37sv0f5xycxytwsp27KwY-HMzPb1S1ZggQRjoj13iUqaLUbN5AcXA4wdioi0tJK-QbwqOgsxLSEsQMoYaK4pvxzTUPFPY9/w640-h512/Photo-0639.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[My attempt to create a bionic Thor]</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Normaphoto over this post is of the best I could do to recreate the Norse god, Thor, from odds and ends found in the pumphouse. He is associated with storms, war and fertility --but mostly storms. He'd hit clouds with his hammer (named Mjollnir)</b></span> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>to bang noisy wet things out of them. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Thor disappeared after a big fight with a huge crazy serpent named Jormungandr, which was crazy from trying to pronounce its own name. In fact, Norse language at that time was so fraught with unlikely vowel and consonant placement that people mostly just hummed at each other. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Neither Thor nor Jormungandr remained after their fight, which took place in Ragnarok and resulted in the end of the world. Since we are in our second decade of drought here in California I decided we need Thor back, so I built one in the pumphouse.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>This Thor can't wield a big steel hammer. He gets a lightweight mallet so his arms don't fall off. It has no effect on clouds. </b></span><br /></p><p> <br /></p><p></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-82902726028527402522023-09-15T22:07:00.001-07:002023-09-16T10:49:31.049-07:00Early Petards<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYPra7GvWv5EttSVh5BVKBerxcUrxf6_x06rjh7DXixW1CSa_NDGPr5RLGWy3LsvUDOPkIw18-6ohy_90_njvxkr5mZh9MuIo535iYam1XBNHwjiauR4Eefj8YjVmEVs-N3Wo3zWsFqNHfS_GLOu9muCOMRAGNTZF6fpfR-UKp9E5tGsqlAUOVis9rIJR/s738/benchfrogs2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="738" data-original-width="693" height="463" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYPra7GvWv5EttSVh5BVKBerxcUrxf6_x06rjh7DXixW1CSa_NDGPr5RLGWy3LsvUDOPkIw18-6ohy_90_njvxkr5mZh9MuIo535iYam1XBNHwjiauR4Eefj8YjVmEVs-N3Wo3zWsFqNHfS_GLOu9muCOMRAGNTZF6fpfR-UKp9E5tGsqlAUOVis9rIJR/w434-h463/benchfrogs2.jpg" width="434" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">I have decided to use the Normaphoto over this post to act as illustration of a species so advanced it does not need doors. I need doors and it bespeaks my disadvantage. Treefrogs can sleep in a pile of themselves because they evolved to where they don't much mind each other --where humans would trespass through doorless doorways and steal each other's toys.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Frogs are amphibians. I am only a mammal. Evolution gives me hope of joining the higher primates someday but can't do it consistently. Humans have long been blowing holes in doors with bombs called petards, which were glued onto doors and detonated.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Petard is derived from the middle-French <i>"Pet", </i>in turn derived from the Latin <i>"Pesitus" </i><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">which means </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"> <i>"Breaking Wind".</i></span> In short, the petard preceded the invention of explosives and early Roman infantry specialists were trained to supply this offensive impact without them --hence the phrase "hoisted by one's own petard". Many were indeed hoisted by their gaseous petards and injured upon landing. In all, I think the spirit, practice and prize of liberty is better left to Hans Christian Anderson: " 'Just living is not enough', said the butterfly,'one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.' 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_d8kuzuTN9EVSXj6c5CtLn1OVtfrKjp7_438Z1zNnwheWa_FXV7k04UYmxjyNb56HYZNxtpGkw4hHF03s-ELUG-HkOpcquHGlRVd9eQOE3PYs-JXNqzeGIaXCF7RpughR3hCyDkeMcY8Rw88d6JpseR-rKyr6c8ffHJXeVukLVHpHA961z4YSYTfxbEyS/s719/dino.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="537" data-original-width="719" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_d8kuzuTN9EVSXj6c5CtLn1OVtfrKjp7_438Z1zNnwheWa_FXV7k04UYmxjyNb56HYZNxtpGkw4hHF03s-ELUG-HkOpcquHGlRVd9eQOE3PYs-JXNqzeGIaXCF7RpughR3hCyDkeMcY8Rw88d6JpseR-rKyr6c8ffHJXeVukLVHpHA961z4YSYTfxbEyS/w640-h478/dino.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> (Prehistoric Geodoodle)<br /> <p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Do you dream of things to come?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Friends who share some principle</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Identical to yours, who launch</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Tours into your wilderness in</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Happiness, in fun and tickle you</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">To suspect that all lives are one. </span> <br /></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-63913563930885897012023-09-03T15:31:00.000-07:002023-09-03T15:31:03.534-07:00Uncanny Family Resemblance<p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWMoa6vMDtsPnDi1kICc4KbOp2RyehOIQAEmuMTXh8cnRgwMJ3BqTsAjkQpzSO3q7nSmoQ6vR2D235Ak9AHQVmQNn9JWYQk2nkpT0F0b9RRTqqOLpkAej2FUOv5K6-l6xx7Zr-5gvxN329Ilzw0oRXVhCj5VwCZSSpKTxqTmClLvsp8ontr4FMJzDUuA0F/s491/tumblr_m32lf5O5t11qis2k0o1_400.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="491" data-original-width="379" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWMoa6vMDtsPnDi1kICc4KbOp2RyehOIQAEmuMTXh8cnRgwMJ3BqTsAjkQpzSO3q7nSmoQ6vR2D235Ak9AHQVmQNn9JWYQk2nkpT0F0b9RRTqqOLpkAej2FUOv5K6-l6xx7Zr-5gvxN329Ilzw0oRXVhCj5VwCZSSpKTxqTmClLvsp8ontr4FMJzDUuA0F/s16000/tumblr_m32lf5O5t11qis2k0o1_400.jpg" /></a></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I believe the group photo above is of my relatives at a reunion in 1978 --when Jimmy Carter posthumously restored Jefferson Davis to U.S. citizenship. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Let's close with a favorite, apposite quote from General Evangeline Booth: "What the world needs now is a revolution, but it must be a revolution of love."</span><br /> <br /></p><p></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-38077976495304472892023-08-28T18:18:00.003-07:002023-08-28T18:21:22.942-07:00Treefrog And Outlet<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipJbI5abuax8CuDn3sU-1THuXiIYKut65OcblmyJDEInQnJEAg_6bTUYlCYzXUBtpAFdAp_WM9uhLYKLLb2YoBVLzHBsjhojQedt0An6vh-ZDPeDgY_cNyMoaPZ__ydY8gY2zRjWL2whDuRnI1fz2dGT-17_ueWEbjWWaNRZlaiAz8EXp3MWapnF1xqc2o/s640/darwinoutlet.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipJbI5abuax8CuDn3sU-1THuXiIYKut65OcblmyJDEInQnJEAg_6bTUYlCYzXUBtpAFdAp_WM9uhLYKLLb2YoBVLzHBsjhojQedt0An6vh-ZDPeDgY_cNyMoaPZ__ydY8gY2zRjWL2whDuRnI1fz2dGT-17_ueWEbjWWaNRZlaiAz8EXp3MWapnF1xqc2o/w300-h400/darwinoutlet.JPG" width="300" /></span><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"></span></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>There are principles involved</b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>In navigating enigmas. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Safety isn't one of them but <br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I dive at my dinner in</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The dark and do not stick</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>My arms into its slots. <br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><br /> </p><p><br /> </p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-71610115672294554782023-08-17T17:04:00.000-07:002023-08-17T17:04:38.662-07:00UPDATE<p> </p><p> Normaphoto of geodoodle</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2RHb2X1-pSiKm3p7a9xKKu7fiieObttSwvuyov-fjs_R2fOR_NixUVcMhBdjzpRhyG0OVLAnurjxfxJjsdzfnE-9SzU3-D10l5IrY8xsrPkRDkgRKAwSsAYVcKlx8gE4ZtlyLsw8MhPnp9cmTBk_VmjI6YrumNa6cYWteJ3jTspGPiKSmNJB0DjIA_C04/s640/12-6-2008_003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2RHb2X1-pSiKm3p7a9xKKu7fiieObttSwvuyov-fjs_R2fOR_NixUVcMhBdjzpRhyG0OVLAnurjxfxJjsdzfnE-9SzU3-D10l5IrY8xsrPkRDkgRKAwSsAYVcKlx8gE4ZtlyLsw8MhPnp9cmTBk_VmjI6YrumNa6cYWteJ3jTspGPiKSmNJB0DjIA_C04/s320/12-6-2008_003.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b>I have found a way of accessing comments even though I wasn't notified of them by Blogger. When I signed up back around 2010, comments got sent to my gmail site for approval. I guess that got changed while I was in hospital. Today I tried going to this site and found a tiny magic brown thing in the left margin, clicked it and there they were. Further experiment published all of them (go see!). </b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b>I sure appreciate the good vibes. Follow-up scan is a month (+or-) away. Hi-tech scan over this post is how I hope it won't look. Subdural hematomas and sprung mainsprings are no fun.<br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><br /></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-57548772421524405092023-08-13T13:25:00.001-07:002023-08-15T17:01:44.932-07:00Working On It<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPVIV-HE5jPuL39Kmy5LHORqY7cJEJYBVLqewLkd9lZuMx-y2FBn_kCaazY4PKzMxvRk5nobIe2Bn9zBPr_YqB5CS4FlTG74vS5scoiceAIyIA6jsbXuF8O0hAeJMQQne8ztzf2JUHS9jREvx4Jp2cv9oWBq42aWo08GOVHLysVwLubfRthEXaJi9i_wI1/s1437/IMG_5017.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i> <br /></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglmkskADqvZX_Qzk7XkRoO-NjA8ZuG_Vm6UJECCINmwLqn27J5yGswCXa57nLbsfxRkRINrFoWiaJE7hwdmMo0EC4xRkAM3TqJQGsz3r5vSsgjWdPJPaNOYmqG5-Ar1ir-zu1_-8-5b8oaPViTHPA6HhusM5kK4GSNUGa2Y-4z0HDmU54qCqR3MIOFGHc-/s1437/IMG_5017.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1388" data-original-width="1437" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglmkskADqvZX_Qzk7XkRoO-NjA8ZuG_Vm6UJECCINmwLqn27J5yGswCXa57nLbsfxRkRINrFoWiaJE7hwdmMo0EC4xRkAM3TqJQGsz3r5vSsgjWdPJPaNOYmqG5-Ar1ir-zu1_-8-5b8oaPViTHPA6HhusM5kK4GSNUGa2Y-4z0HDmU54qCqR3MIOFGHc-/s320/IMG_5017.jpg" width="320" /></a></i></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i> Normaphoto</i></span></p></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-size: large;">Over this post is a Normaphoto (retrieved from "some time back", </span> <span style="font-size: large;">she </span> <span style="font-size: large;">says)</span> . <span style="font-size: large;">It will serve to illustrate a poem I'll write</span> <span style="font-size: large;">here to try and</span> <span style="font-size: large;">retrieve some memory. Amnesia is persistent</span> <span style="font-size: large;">but so are we:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Distillates of rainbows</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Swirl in mind.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Who knows what wonder</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> We might find? </span> <br /></div>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-676445418950990492023-04-19T00:44:00.000-07:002023-04-19T00:44:33.889-07:00A TOAST WITHOUT GOBLETS<p> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Hello! I live.</span><span><span style="font-size: large;">..</span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkhKbUmjyg-hYjgqfUUZhDp8NTOcgRk5pNTiXNgw9-K9hkBPX02Sk7G6PPiybW9kH7Sr1BclW-8NtJc74-AjAVSSEbTbYqDKK6-m0NJhHB4e22Y33A5OxAWi2V3qULZxFCvotjZzyivS5cv1cXH5w-97X2WNJ-t52VW70YROC_npSNw8v1wNqoe3yR-w/s640/IMG_4800.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkhKbUmjyg-hYjgqfUUZhDp8NTOcgRk5pNTiXNgw9-K9hkBPX02Sk7G6PPiybW9kH7Sr1BclW-8NtJc74-AjAVSSEbTbYqDKK6-m0NJhHB4e22Y33A5OxAWi2V3qULZxFCvotjZzyivS5cv1cXH5w-97X2WNJ-t52VW70YROC_npSNw8v1wNqoe3yR-w/w640-h480/IMG_4800.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>...</b></span><span style="font-size: large;">and learn. Some time ago, 2009, I retired from a job that left me with a strong body and retentive mind. That was gardening --mostly in public places-- for 35 years. Before that I was a custom picture framer, fine arts restorer, truck driver, etc.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">In the mid-70s a personable, thoughty-looking lady entered my frame-shop with a 200 year-old oil-landscape in need of repair.</span> <span style="font-size: large;">As <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I wrote out the work-order she said, "I want it to look well-cared-for but not shiny or new."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I raised my gaze to hers and said, "understood".</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">She answered, "Good!" and filled out her part of the work-order: name, phone, city, address......</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Am I reading your street address (upside down) correctly?"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">"What does it look like?"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Pig Turd Alley?"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Welcome to Gold Country!"<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br /></div>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-32959297952585520362023-02-23T23:06:00.000-08:002023-02-23T23:06:05.074-08:00Reentry<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWtY5dbvRTyVCteogSaBygJ-jAICG39UXk2S6rDXwHL4St0M4GiBfn55L9_1EQdRJOljKJ3xDPjWG4JciYfcV6XlxuGuO4jEyy0O6sQhSfizpdAIZheJJCzt0JZSgOFfz3sawmYeY1tFB3U9C7qPKsHDkcQlQPOz_YlivY6KxOB-1rcee_FCKf6JFgQ/s220/02kFwJzjboKanYbM9-iTeBHBCKBQA485Wpxe19dsA41WCws0Yu5T8uU48g5b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="220" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWtY5dbvRTyVCteogSaBygJ-jAICG39UXk2S6rDXwHL4St0M4GiBfn55L9_1EQdRJOljKJ3xDPjWG4JciYfcV6XlxuGuO4jEyy0O6sQhSfizpdAIZheJJCzt0JZSgOFfz3sawmYeY1tFB3U9C7qPKsHDkcQlQPOz_YlivY6KxOB-1rcee_FCKf6JFgQ/w320-h320/02kFwJzjboKanYbM9-iTeBHBCKBQA485Wpxe19dsA41WCws0Yu5T8uU48g5b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;">It was a million o'clock in the morning.</span></div><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I closed the bathroom door, reflecting</span></div><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">More on New York, borough of Queens,</span></div><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Where Flushing began and must remain</span></div><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">As my motorcycling neighbor kickstarts</span></div><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">His brain. What this means is we're not</span></div><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Quite deaf where mind and morning</span></div><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Mingle, but <i>see</i> fine from our ships</span></div><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">That slip among stars, <i>see </i>this single</span></div><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Moment of ours expand over worlds,</span></div><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Walls. A flag of <i>space and time</i> unfurled</span></div><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Above, past thrall, manumission, bondage<br /></span></div><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">By little ships, curious and full of love. </span><br /></div><p></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-55302049515577539682023-01-02T17:11:00.003-08:002023-01-02T17:11:42.109-08:00SECOND COMPOSITION OF ONE<p> <i><span style="font-size: large;">In an attempt to unboggle this bloggle, I posted its photo and poem on "Invalid's Workshop" --a poetry blog I've maintained without whack for 14 years. It gained 16 views this week but no comments, which is unusual. I have transferred its photo and text here, to this blog to see if any comments come through. It is called<br /></span></i></p><p> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>The composition of one:</i></span><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneIG_0nDlm_pCP7ubLMx6Rfn6MAHJ7yUmlpICVrM_Widf5BJE7UvRdd3mf_NOsHw4ybKayN5D4isYIA2816L_OAjsEDtT7aj86pMaE1tsYdFRVlEM9raRLJUWQDAq8TptD_C2kQjulOpyC15RVZM-J7QXgrxFZryoTlxH9c1A8zfubLyVx8DxHodFIg/s2365/image_50370817.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2365" data-original-width="2205" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneIG_0nDlm_pCP7ubLMx6Rfn6MAHJ7yUmlpICVrM_Widf5BJE7UvRdd3mf_NOsHw4ybKayN5D4isYIA2816L_OAjsEDtT7aj86pMaE1tsYdFRVlEM9raRLJUWQDAq8TptD_C2kQjulOpyC15RVZM-J7QXgrxFZryoTlxH9c1A8zfubLyVx8DxHodFIg/w373-h400/image_50370817.JPG" width="373" /></a></div><p><br /> </p><p> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Up? Down? How</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Does one tell time</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> When time is done?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> An end undone or</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Begun in infinity--</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Divinity calls, even from<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Faces fixed in walls.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <span style="font-size: small;">****************************************************</span><br /></span></div><p> <span style="font-size: large;"><i>I'd sure appreciate any comments on this poem here to ease solicitude re. mechanical lack or general whack. I do not understand either one and welcome assistance.<br /></i></span></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-23023276034761898252022-12-26T12:26:00.012-08:002022-12-26T12:55:31.441-08:00<p><span style="font-size: large;">Temporarily out of whack. Happy New year anyway!</span> <br /></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-69421300138497212582022-11-11T16:58:00.000-08:002022-11-11T16:58:03.977-08:00Toward My Birthday<p> <span style="font-size: large;">Not too long from now I will be 73 years old, which means I predate Democracy (perhaps I still do, but questions remain). There is an old <br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2xIoTn_95IXLbykGz2bbV7tIySXgvVyOsbCRFlTl9niW7YShfxTsj9V1w4DQ8_gOSjhbczCzRG67yYEm1SmDSs7itxYvl_Uv7Z4OxaNtroUJ1SWiF67YgK5P_UrRI7l0SIpkh91314cg5WQdQh6yNm0Q0coCndG1cnTxrh7vLQoXBo3CrcqM_ork0pA/s775/geo2020.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="775" data-original-width="512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2xIoTn_95IXLbykGz2bbV7tIySXgvVyOsbCRFlTl9niW7YShfxTsj9V1w4DQ8_gOSjhbczCzRG67yYEm1SmDSs7itxYvl_Uv7Z4OxaNtroUJ1SWiF67YgK5P_UrRI7l0SIpkh91314cg5WQdQh6yNm0Q0coCndG1cnTxrh7vLQoXBo3CrcqM_ork0pA/w422-h640/geo2020.jpg" width="422" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>scar from sternum to navel incurred during a high school P.E.unit on machete juggling. My neck? there is a scar halfway around from my <i>vague</i> insult to the king --legally considered only half an insult punishable half a beheading. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I guess my job now is using geriatric tissue to hold these scars together.</b></span><br /></p><p></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7740983595962649109.post-38856489238875904222022-09-07T16:38:00.004-07:002022-09-07T16:38:57.398-07:00Tuesday Update Enigmatically Belated<p><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>This was written yesterday evening. I look back deliriously from 4 pm Wednesday enjoying a comparatively frigid</i></span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">106F</span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Since getting out bed this morning I have felt confused, threatened. You? Hope not. When Vineyard -- a census designated community 5 miles from Sacramento-- between Wolfe Heights and Sloughhouse wakes its designated census to 100 degrees Fahrenheit then amps it up to 118 degrees by 3p.m. we patriotically head for the wineries. My favorite is Woodbridge Cabernet on the rocks.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Now it's nearly 6 and temperature has dropped only to 115. Short blasts of fire: Arrivals are signaled same as when you open a hot oven door. The wave of heat passes among bar patrons, trying to make our bloodstreams connect.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Suddenly our perceptions are troubled. I have frequented this winery for 50 years --reunions, retirement parties, family get-togethers-- but never encountered such grammatical damage </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">(transposing 2 of 3-letters)</span> in a direct object, <i>AR </i>to<i> RA</i> :</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht1mPw0K3jpBwboEtS3EkWxIubgvY43xMk8p579PtahDhk3eceSGAW8vqVOcgWsGXqGGZuyNrt3dZPeFowXr12LKxDmMu_BS7N-_o9VXik9cEfN1i7uDc5-BdqJiCQ82vaM4gpDjR7NEbvYH3lP8sGvjdnpaNAYF0vM5S1quMRfDCUJM2gf7zNFeiSsQ/s347/bra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="260" data-original-width="347" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht1mPw0K3jpBwboEtS3EkWxIubgvY43xMk8p579PtahDhk3eceSGAW8vqVOcgWsGXqGGZuyNrt3dZPeFowXr12LKxDmMu_BS7N-_o9VXik9cEfN1i7uDc5-BdqJiCQ82vaM4gpDjR7NEbvYH3lP8sGvjdnpaNAYF0vM5S1quMRfDCUJM2gf7zNFeiSsQ/w200-h150/bra.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> 2 well-dressed refreshment-seekers walk into a bra.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>I return now to Wednesday and its mere 106F temperature. We live and love and enter the whims of weather, the future. I am a rational man but still,</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>regarding time, a wandering nincompoop.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>YOU?</b><i> </i></span></span> <br /></div>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com16