Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Alas! A Reef Ahead!

signal_g signal_j signal_z

Good Bye Number Nine

bye bye pluto

Well, I'm sure you all heard about Pluto's recent demotion.

Actually, I was quite relieved. Perhaps I take these things more seriously than some...

because how embarrassing it would have been if we decided to count every ball shaped piece of ice out there in the Kuiper Belt as a planet.

Imagine what the neighbors would think!

Anyway, thanks Pluto... for giving us that groovy '9' feeling.

We will keep you in our hearts, if not our textbooks.

flowers for pluto

Monday, August 21, 2006

Cross Your Wires


"A man who claims to have developed a free energy technology which could power everything from mobile phones to cars has received more than 400 applications from scientists to test it.

Sean McCarthy says that no one was more sceptical than he when Steorn, his small hi-tech firm in Dublin, hit upon a way of generating clean, free and constant energy from the interaction of magnetic fields. 'It wasn't so much a Eureka moment as a get-back-in-there-and-check-your-instruments moment, although in far more colourful language,' said McCarthy. But when he attempted to share his findings, he says, scientists either put the phone down on him or refused to endorse him publicly in case they damaged their academic reputations. So last week he took out a full-page advert in the Economist magazine, challenging the scientific community to examine his technology.

McCarthy claims it provides five times the amount of energy a mobile phone battery generates for the same size, and does not have to be recharged. Within 36 hours of his advert appearing he had been contacted by 420 scientists in Europe, America and Australia, and a further 4,606 people had registered to receive the results."

The Observer - UK News

(I'll be keeping a close eye on this as it develops. As with the advent of Mankind as a spacefairing species, developing advanced energy systems is fundamental to our survival.)

Ok, kids... that's it, now you can go back to recess.

Friday, August 18, 2006



"It pays to keep an eye on the sun. On August 16th, watchful photographer Rogerio Marcon of Sao Paulo, Brazil, caught sunspot 904 in mid-eruption" . . . thanks spaceweather.com.

Monday, August 14, 2006

Surface Tension


As I do.
As you do.

He knows,
The one there,
With his hands holding in his face,
With Awareness, a bullish twinkle, in his eye,
Formed from the intense force of

Thought so simple.

The violence of his mind again takes...

Substance and Definition.
Context and Volition.
Memory and Fear.

Every drop of his water was born of this future vision,
One, and then another,
His mind's desires flicker,
Congeal and seek each other,
Combat each other,
Together, swelling the volume.

The mass inside him shifts and stretches,
Mental liquid thickening,
Strengthening to rigidity,
Rages and thrusts against his skull,
Boiling beneath the fragile bonds of
The man's surface tension.

He turns to someone else,
A face new to the gathering.
A different ear.

Again, the waves roll,
Crests rising with energy potential,
Yet for the moment still falling short of materialization.

The onlookers twitch and swat at themselves,
As they begin to perceive the intensifying moisture in the air.
They had come only wondering what could be wrong,
What could be wrong within this man
Standing so strange in the street.

His gaze shifts again,
Neck twitching away as if from a migraine dragon.
His eyes flash as when one feels
an acute, surprising, internal pain.

He forces his wet vision back downward.
For another minute, he swallows.
The muscles in his face constrict ripple tight.

Suddenly, he blinks in conclusion,
A decision,
Some wet bandage of consensus,
And turns to face the one.
The one he had earlier seen
Approach from the corners of his eye,
The one of the past, the one well known,
The one he remembers when dying alone.

His eyes slowly arc upwards to meet hers.

He Drinks the world's breath down his throat,
And holds it.

Feeling the moment of contact,
The raging water stills itself to silence,
And all at once performs a slow shimmer,
Like the start of a thousand tsunami, far out to sea.
The water's very molecules shake and stir in self resonance,
Amping to a vibrant shrill.


The man's expression shoves more white into his face.
The piercing hush deafening all who hear.

No one had a moment to shudder.

Only the
(ghost of two white globes),

could witnesses recall for the news cameras,
for the round spectral eye of the millions,

And the
(cavernous black hollow that channeled the sound,
that horrid scream).


The Water,
The Vastness of
The Envisioned,
Was never imagined before The Breach,
Never before, this spilling of us in the desert.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006