Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The Numbers Game

Today is my birthday and I'm thinking how these days measure the slot each human occupies in the empirical dimension. It's a mainstay in shaping a person's identity. One is that number. Exactly for one year. No argument.
People comply quite willingly. We even celebrate. It does seem to correlate with the physical progression of the body.

Each year gets a different digit, then digits, in a predictable well-ordered fashion. People's lives are organized, aren't they?

I seem to prefer the odd years. And that's odd.
This new one is odd.

So our earthly days are numbered. Is that logic? Is it arithmetic?

There's a neat little slot for one and all, precise and perfectly sequential.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Liquids and Temperature

An acupuncturist told me to never ever ever drink cold beverages. Ever.
I would think piping hot drinks might be bad too, in that school of thought. Maybe body temperature refreshments are best, but they are not my cup of tea.
Icy is my love.

Monday, July 18, 2016

An Inquisitive Friend


Jm. Maxwell here.

Happy Birthday, love.

So how's things?

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Fly by Night

It dawned on me. The reason I like driving late night, that is.

The lights are calibrated differently, and I can travel from here to there unstopped by  intersections. And from there to here. That's also attributed to the almost non-existent traffic in the hours I prefer.

I can sail through the night while still on solid ground. A most interesting combination. It's like bringing the earth up to me in a sort of reversal. Where exactly is the gravity?

Friday, October 09, 2015

Alternative Transportation

If you choose not to venture into the galaxy in the I capsule, the RU 439T, then this spaceship is also  available for travel. It's roomier.

It's true. You can have too many vehicles for exploring the universe. It's kind of like a classic car collection.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Anyone's Guess

People's personas only exist in the images  others have of them. We have no identity in reality.

I was convinced through my life that I would eventually find my ID, being of the Aries persuasion, but due to a twist of events, I  instead came to the knowledge that I don't actually have one. My personality is a product of imagination. Of vapors, gasses, and general hallucinations. Who I am is anyone's guess.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Galactic Voyages

The RU439T probing space.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Beleaf

According to my rulership book, geraniums are ruled by Mars. They are vigorous no doubt. Not like the persnickety petunia, which tears easily and wilts at the slightest provocation.

These two are growing together in my garden, getting along well, losing none of their separate identities.