In a Dream Satan told me he's had nothing to do with any of the deranged mayhem on earth. 'Said, he ain't been here since 1958. That was just to buy a Desoto. Still drives it. His ex-boyfriend Da Lawd had the brand discontinued just to spite him. Satan got even by putting the kibosh on the Edsel. On the other hand, Tom Waits sez "...there ain't no devil. It's just gawd when he's drunk." I think this post is a venial sin...google it.

I loved the old media. Top 40 radio playing Little Richard and da Beatles. Kid’s TV shows with classic 40’s cartoons. They had guys in clown suits that sold you crap full of sugar and taught basic morality. “…Remember kids, try not to kill anybody today!”

An innocent time.

There were even news programs that at least tried to tell the truth. That, and the commercials were stupid, and funny. As opposed to stupid, and insidious today. All that and our beloved libraries. Islands of sanity. Fortresses of Civilization. Threatened then as now.

The country is burning books again.

This time a cartoon book telling the story of the Holocaust.

“Maus” by Art Spigelman was published 42 years ago. Tennessee just found out about it so are burning it. Why? Who knows it’s Tennessee and we’re in a demented culture war.

So go buy a copy just in case things go sideways in this country after all. The last five years have taught us it can happen here.

Btw I can only show a fragment of the incorrect cover.

On da bright side I finally found some sugarless ice cream. Ain’t hardly seen any since the damned plague started. In times like these it’s da little things. You folks be careful out there.

 "Dancing in my Dreams"

 "Prospero's Books"

 

"...2525"

Earth ‘will’ abide.  So we’re no threat. Earth will just right herself. In some tens of million years, see future earth above, you’d never know we were ever here. In a 100 Million+ years the scars humans leave, quarries tunnels city traces will be very faded.  The half-life of most of the radio-active materials we fooled with will have cooled off. Tho’ there are some artificial exotic radiated materials with half-lives that border the hundred million mark. 

If you were an Exo-geologist from another star, say 60,000,000 years from now. You’d be surprised and intrigued at the radiation readings you were getting. The source is clearly artificial and has been in this deposit for tens of millions of years. Like the Voyager probes sailing out to the stars this find would say there was an ancient intelligent species that once lived on this world. This at long last would be our “First Contact”.

There’s life out there plenty of it. Mostly microbes or at best fish folks. These happily swimming along dreaming fish poetry. Inquisitive builder sorts like us are likely very few. Timing is our problem. We tend to miss each other by many by tens of eons. A moment to eternity, but critical to us. 

If we ever go to the stars we’ll find their traces, and eventually yet others will find ours. First Contacts will almost entirely be like this. Except for meeting those contemplative fish poets. This is just as well. You can’t have space battles with fossils or poets.

 

“…there and back again”

A dear comrade asked why I deleted the above image.

Well...as I said I'm sometimes circumspect. Sometimes. However not today. So... My esteemed five-year-old self the future Uncle Sidney. Portrait taken by my Aunt Sybil. This is in St.Nicholas Park Harlem 1955. I remember my Uncle George insisted I never touch his Binoculars. …um well.

Life age and the mystery of time.

I love this film.