• what is a sacred clone

    This is truly a question that I am frequently asked.1 This is a question to which I would like to hear more answers than the one I’m about to give. It would be pretty cool for people to offer their own conclusions as possible answers: “Is a Sacred Clone…   such and such and so forth?” Even that answer is sounds good to me right now. Think of a sacred clone as a clone that is sacred.  All too obvious, I know, but it’s that The fun lies in the multiple layers of meaning.2 The term “layers” can be deceptive, implying hierarchy of each meaning, one over the other, disparate definitions…

  • Carrier Wave

    The music, don’t worry, carries away in a shopping basket, Frozen peas for a pillow, cool and soft, warm and sweet. Words and sounds decay through the air we breathe a dozen Breaths per minute, inhale, exhale, difficult as the task it Has become, to the point of exhaustion as we merely complete A sentence, something we’ve done so thoughtlessly–those inch- Long phrases never measuring up or down or any direction we Let our subjects wander. Most years we never saw coming until Here upon us, life’s bellows, or billows, squeezed Smitty’s Little accordion. One note only hissing at wood, a ship, a tree. The wind fills our solidly trimmed…

  • meet Rapunzel my new assistant

    Okay. Seriously, I don’t know what you think I do all days long here atop this this ivory tower made of ACME Brick, pressure-treated wood, gypsum and other stuff. These are cramped quarters with little or no redeeming qualities other than a supposedly high-speed Internet connection, most of my books and an adequate stereo hosting a far less-than-adequate turntable with which I can listen to some of the best music recorded and mass-distributed on vinyl, conceived and performed at tremendous abandon and funk significantly pre-dating the artist formerly known as prince’s high-heeled blister infection, foil-lined bedroom, pantie-lined tight-jeaned nonexistent buttocks, back when, even before he was known as “Skippy,” alienating…

  • of grace and beauty

    Notice that vessels of all kinds that require constant attention and maintenance, careful systems monitoring on the part of a pilot to bring out the best performance… these vessels all sport vast control panels. Captains refer to their ships using feminine pronouns. They are things of grace and beauty. What ever happened to the love a captain should have for his ship? Is this a romance lost on our day? He must love her. Only if he truly loves the vessel that carries him to all points on earth, that keeps him afloat through all storms and calms, that is an oasis in times of doldrums, a cradling shelter for…

  • the crack of dawn

    and so, why not invest in your new possible ocean-front property. This amounts to some seriously aggressive real estate speculation, certainly. So far, we’ve got a 36-mile-long crack, 20-feet-wide at its broadest, opening from seismic activity in 2005. This is the stuff of doomsday movies. Afar, Ethiopia, the Red Sea, parting without Noah’s request  ((though a case could be made, I’m sure, and it was Moses, anyway))  leading to who knows what and the kicker, who knows when. Projected time-lines strongly suggest the ocean formation will occur “eventually.” Thanks for the heads up, guys. Exactly how eventual are we talking? Couldn’t some enterprising government real estate tycoon, dictator, tyrant, benevolent…

  • Tiger Tiger pants on fire

    Source: Reuters Now, wasn’t that fun? First saw this on Twitter about 12 hours after the fact. One must wonder what is up with that. And so I do. First one tweet, then another….    Tiger Woods had a wreck, he’s in the hospital… links to some news sources… most news sources fragmentary at best. Word is that his injuries are serious.. that it is a single-vehicle accident. Who knows, at this point. U.S. News – Headlines, Stories and Video from CNN.com. No matter. I’m amazed, absolutely astonished at the instant out pouring of concern, sympathy and acknowledgement of prayer on his behalf. No mention of the family. But, hey, they…

  • lunar eclipse during winter solstice

    Now here’s something you don’t see every day, every year or even every century. North America gets to view a total lunar eclipse as Fall passes the seasonal baton to Winter. It is the day planet Earth groans and grunts because she can’t turn her South Pole toward the Sun any more than she already has. She resigns and begins turning her North Pole toward the Sun. The winter solstice comes but once a year, December 21, every year. That’s just how it is. When inhabitants of Earth figured out we’d been thrown the cosmic curve ball of a leap year, calendars began to make more sense. Simply put, the…