::MILESTONE ALERT::

Everybody!

Stop what you are doing, and gaze with me towards the heavens.

I told you some time ago that we have slipped the surly bonds.

This adolesent animal called Human, has without question,
begun to walk in the greater universe.

And as evidence, 

I offer this.

The International Space Station has announced,
(that’s a clue right there)

they will soon be installing an Espresso maker.

Bam!

The future is now.

This means that only one thing stands between us and interstellar travel.

The lack of a well stocked bar.

And once that get’s the go ahead.

It won’t be long before you might be able to see a very great distance,

between your feet,

and the Earth.

Hello.
Are you board cause I’m thirtieth century nice?

I have long suspected that, just what is so funny about peace, love and understanding,
is that many are afraid it would be    b o r i n g…

And because of this misguided apprehension,
we live in a world of war, poverty and disease.

And if you haven’t noticed this yet, all I can do is ask you to trust me
on one of the basic facts of life.

When one hurdle is past , another will appear.
Usually, a far more challenging and interesting one.

And you will not get to the interesting stuff,
until you have cleared the basics.

So we find humanity stalled and stunted,
because we can’t see what lies beyond our most immediate predicament.

So the question I guess would be…
is the clock ticking? Or is it not...

But let me be clear on this one thing.
If you can't keep your head 24/7.
And you don't know when it's time to retire to your quarters.
I will toss you overboard,
without hesitation.
Regardless of the fact that you are in no condition to swim.
Do we understand each other?

Did you ever see Kurosawa's film "Dreams".

The first vignette is a heartbreakingly rewarding,

and blindingly beautiful depiction,

of the inevitable path towards individuality.

And the unshakable supposition that this path leads
back around the other side,

to the place where we all coalesce.

What can I tell you...

He's a great film maker.

Page two.

So yah, 

it is a fact of life that "some" folks are just gonna bug you.


And at some point you will recognize that those who bug you, 

are either damaged, or young.


Soon after that you will recognize that allowing them to push your buttons is...


unnecessary.


And that treating them in kind, is stunningly unproductive.

From The Lost Translations.

The Samurai Of The Setting Sun.

Post Script...

There is an old legend in Japan that states that when the sun is shining through the rain,
The kitsune (foxes) have their weddings.
In the first dream, a boy defies the wish of a woman, possibly his mother, to stay home during a day with such weather.
From behind a large tree in the nearby forest, he witnesses the slow procession of the kitsune.
And he is spotted,
and he runs from the foxes.
When he returns home,
the same women says that a fox has come by and left a tanto knife.
The woman refuses to let the boy in and gives the boy the knife.
She asks the boy to go and beg forgiveness.
The boy sets off into the mountains,
towards the place under the rainbows,
in search of the kitsune's home...

Take 52

Who is the cat...
who won't cop out when there is danger all about?
Shaft, 
yah...
He's a complicated man, 
and no one understands him,
but his woman....
Yah....
waka chika    waka chika    waka chicka

The sun was just slipping behind the only blue spruce in town,
when she oozed through the swinging doors.
She wore a camo tank top and a pair of jeans so tight,
I could read the dates on the coins in her pockets.
Her name was  Chesty Laroue,
and I could see,
she needed my help.
I sat at the darkest corner in the dive ,
and she either sauntered or sidled up to my table...
I can never tell which.
But there she was.
She leaned over the table,
I could see clear to the equator as she looked me in the eyes and licked her lips.
Was that what she needed help with? I wondered...
Licking her lips?
Cause I am down with that.
I spoke up...
"My name is..."
"S l e e r pp  p !!!"  She said.
"Close enough!" I replied. "Perhaps I had better sit down"
She looked at the ceiling seductively and wound a braid around her index finger...
"Oh... but you are..."

CUT!..... Start over....

oh man....

The only way around...

Shadow boxing the apocalypse...
And we've all been there right?
(picture me tapping a pencil on my desk)
Some of you have noted the recurrent themes in my...
expression.
So let me tell you, the one you will hear most often from me is this one.
If you haven't been there yet, 
sooner or later, you will be.
And I can't emphasize this enough.
It is absolutely the only way this absurd experiment could possibly make any sense.
And why is this single factor of the human experience so important?
(as a point of information, there are strict regulations against such questions being answered directly.)
So one only finds clues.
Nice...
That would be one of them,,, btw.
First we miss the clues.
Then we stumble upon them.
After that, one has little choice but to seek them out.
So.....
That pretty much covers todays topic....
Anyway,
be careful out there,
shadow boxing the apocalypse,
and...
wandering the land.

Apogee

It's hot.
And it's quiet.
And on the mountains of the moon,
the sky is thirty two shades of blue.
How many years has it been since the scattering of my tribe?
And why does it feel like the great force of gravity has begun the unbearably slow process of pulling us back together.
The signs are too subtile for many eyes to see.
But they are there.
My tribe has reached apogee.
And gravity, so misunderstood.
Gravity does not pull things down,
it pulls things together.
All along the all along, 
the mountains of the moon.
You see gravity is attraction.
Fondness, interest, understanding, and forgiveness. 
Red leather boots and silky pale thighs.
And it is the second most powerful force in this universe.
Second only to time the avenger.
And when I figure out how that one works...
Even the mountians of the moon, Electra,
shall bow and bend to me.

Soooo, 
look out for that....
In the mean time,here's a nice kick in the pants.

Cortez...