Little Blue Pearl

Hey all you spacey crazy cats
(and everyone else, you can come too),



I found a nifty NASA story on the some recent data from good ol' Voyager 1!
(let me cut a paste a little here...)



Our entire solar system—planets and all—sits inside a gargantuan bubble of gas about four times wider than the orbit of Neptune. The sun is responsible. It blows the bubble by means of the solar wind. Astronomers call the bubble itself "the heliosphere" and its outer membrane "the heliosheath."



Voyager 1 is about 10 billion miles from Earth, inside the heliosheath.

"You can simulate the heliosheath in your kitchen sink," says Stone. "Turn on the faucet so that a thin stream of water pours into the sink. Look down into the basin. Where the stream hits bottom, that's the sun. From there, water flows outward in a thin, perfectly radial sheet. That's the solar wind. As the water (or solar wind) expands, it gets thinner and thinner, and it can't push as hard. Abruptly, a sluggish, turbulent ring forms. That ring is the heliosheath."



neato bandito eh!??



And lastly, for this 'F-yeah It's Friday' post,

a lovely view of us... seen from Saturn by
Cassini-Huygens.

Vein Full of Morphine

Give me a kiss hello goodbye

What's the difference you just end everything you say with a smile

Wave goodbye hello there's that look in your eye

Forwards backwards back it down the drive

Curtains in the window wave goodbye (x2)

Hello there's that look in your eye

And your crazy smile ah

I know you and you know me too

I know everything that your going to do

I know you and you know me too

I know everything that your going through

I know you and you know me too

I know everything that your going through

I know you and you know me and I know you you know me and I know you

Give me an invitation I'll be there

Unless of course I got to be somewhere

Give me your wish list let's shake hands

If you don't like it you can have your money back

Ahh (x4)

Give me a kiss hello goodbye

What's the difference you just end everything you say with a smile

Wave goodbye hello there's that look in your eye

And your crazy smile

I know you and you know me too

I know everything that your going through

I know you and you know me too

I know everything that your going to do

I know you and you know me too

You know everything that I'm going through

I know you and you know me and I know you you know me and I know you

I know you

Mystery In The Main

Some mornings are not the same.
The sun rises from due South
The toothpaste tastes funny in the mouth.
The newspapers know who to blame.

Some roads are just slicker when wet.
The gutters flow full,
Gravity threatening your skull,
You make a correction, then "STET."

The bus driver smiles, his wipers work.
A beautiful girl, and her retarded brother.
Sitting in front of you like toast and butter.
One to lead and one to lurk.

Mystery in the main,
Foggy breath in sunrise flame,
Wet dying dew, your heat and ice.

Poll Cat

Howdy,
friends, strangers, lurkers, and lovers.

I'm wondering if people are feeling...

a general anxiety, a feeling of a coming shift,
a global sneeze, forests of hairs standing on end...
a tightness in our collective chests.

Do you feel something is about to change?

Is it the eclipse of this week's blue moon?

Is the paradigm's pyramid about to topple?

Having I been reading too much UrbanSurvival?

I know, I know... spooky dooky.

But,

Chime in, if you would. thanks.








The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

-- William Butler Yeats, January 1919

Red Ink

The ink you have is the ink you use.
Your hand is only as steady as the road
This bus motors down.
So today, it is red and rough.

I find myself, this morning,
In a pattern.
Not an evil pattern,
Not confining,
Limiting,
Or soul damaging.

No more than the pattern of a bridge
Destroys the river.

In a responsible life,
Freedom is found:
On the weekends,
In the happy hours,
On the edges,
In between the lengths of time,
Bearing down upon the grindstone,
There is laughter,
Laziness,
Long sunny mornings,
And other such lovely luxuries.

Time is an emotion,
An expectation of reality,
A trait of evolving eyes
On the front of your head.

I read about a tribe
In the mountains of western
South America,
Who believed they moved backwards
Through time.

At least, that's how we would describe it.
To us, they think time is a river
That flows around from behind.
They face downstream,
And see the past more clearly than the future.

As we do.

It is just a matter of perspective.
Where you look is who you are,
how you move.
Time is an emotion.
It depends on how one feels about...

Forwards, backwards,
Optimistic, pessimistic.

The question is:
How is your compass marked?

The magnetism of any needle
Points in the same direction for any of us.

But the placement of the origin,
And the names you give to the cardinals,
Is 'souly' up to you.

InsiderTirades

Listen up! Nostradumbass has surfaced... somewhere up north and to the left.

(PORTLAND).

His new blog should be interesting, noteworth, world saving, and a spiritual balm for your very soul!

So get you butt over there! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!

Magic Smoke

Meh.
She said.
Lovely like inside.
Frigging sweet, what did you say?
Cool.
Dual core lambasted words.

The pain is bullshit.
"I'll be right back being a relative thing."
Life in the House.
Jumping Creeks.
Jumping over, like light this rise of the Sun,
The morning with friends.

I could carry my mind in my pocket.
I guess love has more whirlpools than I thought.
When you walk through the valley of the shadow of Life,
You know what over-ripe berries are,
What green berries are,
What goes with your corn flakes and what doesn't.

It is at that time you realize how
Few true lovers are out there.

I breathe in and forget what air fails me,
What air draws our bodies into a state of bliss,
Of swooning despair.

I came as a Rat,
I came quoting someone else's music.
I came, whether.

I typeset,
The broken circuits,
The magic smoke,
The live wires that died in my backyard.



And did I really think love wouldn't
Find me where I hid.
Love you, bastard.

And the Tower was ok,
Except for the fire break.
Couldn't get my hands on the pearl.
Not yet anyway.

Oh my,
Oh say,
Oh this Life,
Today.

Little Mike said the other night,
I subscribed to a new magazine the other day,
"cooking for one."

I have hardwood floors, and a chainsaw.

Sunset the night's swirling stars,
Let the morning commence,
Sunset the morning,
Let afternoon commence,
Sunset the afternoon,
Speed evening hence.

Let time rest,
Let you be me in us.

Let it bleed life,
Like a heart from the inside out.

Deja vu,
Means you're just on the right path,
Meaning what you've just experienced,
Is what you are,
What you're supposed to be.

Momma belly, sweet ring,
Sweet song,
And my Tea-tree.

No Shame

Tattoo Tale

Would this look good on my skin?

Come To Me Moon

Land Ho!

Who you callin' HO?