Nagasaki Sara Udon

This photo right here features a plate of Nagasaki sara udon.  

Only a comparative few have ever seen such a thing before, let alone have had a chance to eat it.  

Um, nobody even knows about this blog, but if it were a popular blog, then only one or two people out of like 300 million will have actually tasted this flavor-filled ensemble of delight. 

It is a rare dish indeed that can command a comparable level of anticipation as the Nagasaki sara udon.  

A dish such as this is the supreme analogy of a sexy woman.  I mean, we can look at her, smell her, and imagine her;  but to truly experience a sexy woman, one must taste her delicately.  One does not simply engulf a dish like this with wanton haste.  One saviors every centimeter with lingering mouthfuls of melting succulence.  

Okay engulfing it is fun too, but just try to eat it slow sometimes.  You know, if you happen to be the one in 300 million who ever even get close enough to one of these things to feel its exotic steam caressing your moistened lips.

      

Copyright Law Guide for Stupid Idiots

This is an informational post provided to clarify the complexities of copyright law for the benefit of the common stupid idiot for the purpose of avoiding lawsuits.  

Original Painting of the Molenalisa: all rights reserved.

We will use the painting to the left as a sample.  In this case, I painted a picture of a hairy mole on my buddies face. 

• This would seem LEGAL, because it is a work of art I labored to paint. 
• But it is ILLEGAL, because instead of looking at my buddies actual face, I painted the picture by looking at a copy of a picture that my buddy took of his mole, thus making a copy of his copy, which is ILLEGAL.
• But, there is a way I can make this LEGAL again.  Under the  "Fair Use" law, I can paint a copy of his copy LEGALLY if I criticize and pass judgement on his copy of his mole as required by law:  So here goes, "The hairy mole in this picture is very ugly, and belongs to my buddy who is a stupid idiot."  --There.  It's that simple!  Now my copy of my buddies copy of his copy of his mole that you see on your screen is LEGAL again. Cool. 
• But there can be a problem.  If I use my camera and take a proud self-portrait of myself,  and the image of my heretofore LEGAL painting of the copy of my buddies mole from the copy of my buddies photocopy of his mole shows up in the mirror behind me as a reflection of a reflection on my kitchen window, of my computer screen, then this will once again make my painting of my buddies mole ILLEGAL as it shows up in my picture of me in the background as a reflection of a reflection of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of my friends mole.  So now my pic is ILLEGAL again.
• But only the part of the new picture showing the reflection of my computer screen is ILLEGAL.
• But I can make it wholly LEGAL again by getting down on my knees and kissing my buddies bare feet, and beg him to allow me to keep the reflection in my picture.
• Once this is done, my buddy can still sue me because I have a photographic memory and hold a copy of the image of his mole in my mind, making it ILLEGAL again so he can sue anyways.
• But I can make it LEGAL again by allowing my buddy to hit me in the head with a rock until he is satisfied my memory is erased, or have my brain wiped clean electromagnetically, or have my frontal lobes surgically removed.

Just to be safe, I would also: 

• Keep all my paint brushes, computers, and cameras in a locked safe at all times
• Get trigger locks on my cameras
• Only limit my cameras to a one gig memory capacity
• Include all said articles as hazards in my insurance policies
• Never carry a camera concealed, or loaded with batteries
• Only shoot photos or draw if my life depends on it
• And have at least 5 defense lawyers on retainer and spread evenly across the nation.  

Painting

I bought this painting...

I just like to look at it.  The atmosphere is kind of melancholy, and alien.  It's in a different time and different place than I am right now.  I would love to be in that place, in the painting, and find out where everybody is headed to.  A train station?  A horse race?  

But I like any kind of painting better than photos.  Why?  Well here are some reasons: 

• If a painting is of a beautiful woman, I can stare at it for hours without being labeled a pervert...I'll be an artisan instead.
• A painting speaks to my creative side more; like I can look at a photo of a car and say, "cool".  But a 'painting' of a car will trigger my mind into a whirlwind of possibilities, and I will end up saying, "Yeah Baby!"
• I can hang paintings of people on my wall.  Doing that with photos, and my friends will think I'm a stalker or a freak!
• No way would I hang a photo of my cat on the wall!
• A painting lasts longer and does not rip easily.
• My paintings may sell for hundred's of thousands of dollars in 50 years, and my photo's, well, they'd end up in a shoe box. 
• I can take a picture of my painting...Who takes pictures of pictures?
• A painting tells a whole story.  A photo of the same thing just takes a snapshot in time.
• I've dreamed of paintings...Never have I dreamed of a photo. 
• It's harder for someone to steal my painting, then it would be to steal my photo from the internet.
• My cat can sit down in front of a painting and enjoy it.  But the photos she just walks over them like they're some obstacles.   

 

E-cigarettes

Big battery E-cigs--works of Art!

These babies plume vapor at 5 volts.  Low resistance atomizers for a bigger hit.  They stand like 9 inches tall, so probably not everyone can handle it.  

And it takes a special kind of person to use these responsibly.  A person that is all about safety, because these things can blow up in your mouth if your not careful.  Batteries can go BOOM! Missing teeth and that, or a fire rocket in your pocket.

So if you want one of these, it's recommended to do extensive research on battery safety, atomizers, juice mixing if you make your own juice (nicotine is a poison and can kill--Keep Out Of Reach of Little Ones!  Keep them in your gun safe, the brass 'pipe and bolt' looking one will look good next to your Ruger single shot .44 magnum.

There are no real regulations on these things, you can vape on a plane, at work, and in restaurants.  But I wouldn't recommend it unless you're looking for trouble.  People tend to frown on those who like to hold cold steel in their hands and who love the smell of gun smoke.  Yeah, you can make gun smoke flavored juice!  

The brass one is my fav, probably because it doubles as a pair of brass knuckles.  The stainless still one on the left is the one I use most, only because it has a lock so I can carry it concealed without it firing off in my pocket.  The adapter juice bottle pops off easily, and is used for long drives for a steady stream of vape without having to re-load when driving.

Lighting up a monolog cig will kill you as sure as inhaling bullets.  So if you're responsible enough to safely keep your guns, then you can be responsible enough to live a long life, and one day see your guns sellin' on E-bay for 100k.  Not that you'd wanna sell off such works of art.    

Mind over Reading

Try this:

• Read this sentence silently to yourself.
  
  
• Notice that when you read, you are more likely sub-vocalizing. That is, there is a voice in your head, usually resembling your own voice, that pronounces the words as you read. I will call this our 'default voice'.
  
  
• If you don't hear the sub-vocalization, then you may be dyslexic or have some other disorder. Or, if you are speed-reading properly and rapidly, this sub-vocalization will be minimized. That is, you may only hear a couple words per sentence or something.

  

  What book clubs are reading in Seattle by brewbooks on flickr

  
  
• But this is not about speed-reading, this is about reading with normal speeds like you would when reading a good novel.

I just want to share a way to actively enhance the enjoyment of reading. You probably already do it to an extent, but let's make sure:

• Recall having read a dialog in a novel where two characters had an interesting accent, and they were of different gender.
  
  
• Have you ever noticed that you can change your inner default voice to match that of the characters? Like you will hear your inner sub-vocalizations in a totally different voice, and with the appropriate accent?

Well, it doesn't matter if you have or not. It just matters that you can! You can actively change your default voice any time you want and thus enhance your reading experience--I'm just writing this because I could not find anyone on the Web who has talked about doing this.

Like right now as I write this, I am using a very sexy female voice with a British accent. And now, I'm using a 17 year old girl voice of a singer I saw on T.V. (I hope I don't get in trouble for this.) Okay, I just threw in a Tarzan holler straight from my mind for some reason.

The point is, I just started to actively do this. (FYI: the British girl is back.) No one has ever informed me of this! That I can do this not only in dialog, but anytime I want. I can't believe I spent my whole life, settling for my stupid, boring default sub-vocalization!

It was kind of hard to do at first, because I found myself reverting back to my default voice, but now that I had a little more practice, I'm getting much betta at retaining my British gil accent, fa example. Oops, haha spelling.

Anyway, I'm having a lot more fun reading now, and excited to share another way to harness the power of our minds to enhance one more part of our lives.

Law of Attraction

My buddy and I have another conversation at the coffee shop: 

Dark Matter and Ordinary Matter

Some guy asked me which was more important, Dark Matter or Ordinary Matter? I told him it doesn't matter.

The Galaxy of Stars by kudumomo on flickr

I got to this conclusion from reading about physics on the internet. Dark Matter is basically some kind of Cosmic energy we can't even see, while Ordinary Matter is, well, I'm not sure what it is anymore. Things are changing out there man. Here are some of the ideas from my readings that I remember:

1. Since all electrons are identical, maybe there is just one electron, and it moves around so fast it seems that it is everywhere. (wow)
2. We live in a hologram, so every bit of information is stored in every bit of information. This means that everything we see--like even the mustard that dripped on my shirt-- holds all the information the universe has and will ever contain. (wow)
3. There are no such things as atoms and molecules. We are all just bits in a computer simulation. (hella wow)
4. There is actually no such thing as time or distance. What happens here, also happens across the infinite universe at the same time, because everything is one and the same. (that's faster than light man, or is it?)
5. There is no such thing as multi-universes, in fact, there is no universe. (uh, okay)

So how can we use this information practically? Here are a few things that come to mind:

1. One electron moving that fast eh? Well, it's gotta make waves right? Electromagnetic waves and such. So everything our brains allow us to experience are just our mind's interpretation of different frequencies of energy waves that our physical eyeballs can detect for perhaps the purpose to do something productive with. Cool. I'm going to eat a piece of cake now and enjoy my one electron thought that eating the cake is actually cannibalizing myself. And then I will flush my remainder down a dirty toilet bowl. Very entertaining.
2. Hologram theory is a good one. If I hold all the wisdom of the universe right within me, then I'm going to start tapping into that knowledge to heal myself, starting with my grey hairs. Maybe get some of my one electron hair dye to help out. Very useful.
3. Bits in a simulation eh? Well I've already kinda tapped into this thought by becoming somewhat an expert at lucid dreaming. But I've never been able to meet up with another mind while Lucid dreaming, or maybe it's the same mind anyway right? And that's what we have online video games for anyways, and this is who we are and what we must do baby. Play video games, this is life man.
4. No time or distance huh? This is really something we can use. I mean I just spent $20 today driving around. Imagine tapping in to the knowledge that we actually never go anywhere. That distance does not exist. Imagine how much gas money we can save!
5. No Universe? Lonely thought, but thank GOD for that one electron. It's doing a great job. We can learn from this thing. If we can catch it, and study it, maybe we can convince it to create a universe for us. We can use it to store all our new data, make more holograms, and play even more video games.

Love and Life

Angel by bl0ndeeo2 on flickr

When we pray for someone, we send them an energized reminder of love. When we pray for ourselves, we attract an energized reminder of love. When we love, we don't need a reminder, because we become one with love.

Sometimes life requires us to focus on everyday tasks and issues, but love does not go away, it is always there.

What does love require us to do? Nothing. Because love is always there.

Life is not always there. But it can be, if we love and become one with love. Because love is always there.     

What makes the World Beautiful?

I've lived in a variety of places. Tropical forest locations, desert locations, 'in the woods', cities, and by the ocean. I got to travel 33 countries and 48 states. Each place offered untold wonders and beauties. I'm talking about sights, sounds, tastes, smells and touch. Each place was different and almost alien as if in a small world of its own.

The people were different, the weather was different, the sights, smells, sounds and tastes were different, even the plants, insects, fish, birds and animals were different.

But everywhere I went I saw beauty, and more than that, with all the five senses working together I felt the beauty. And every place had it's own energy. I could feel it. Even alone in the woods, I would feel the energy, and somehow knew I was not alone, life was all around me.

So is it Life that makes the World beautiful? I don't think that is exactly correct. I've been places where there were just dead things around. Like in a lifeless cave, or in a room alone, in a museum full of dead things. But it was still beautiful.

In these places, and alone, I felt a beautiful energy around me. Energy from non-living things. Or was the energy from me, because I was alive and I was there. Was it my observation and feeling that created the beauty?

So is it our Minds that make the World beautiful? Because my mind was the one thing in common with all these places. But I still don't think that is exactly correct, that our minds make the World beautiful.

I think it's that energy that I always feel, that is responsible. The energy makes the World beautiful.

So I submit my “Bumper Car Theory.” A bumper car becomes alive when connected to an electrical grid. In our World, this grid is everywhere, and penetrates everything. This beautiful feeling I've felt even when alone, this beautiful energy I feel, is love. Love powers everything. Love is what makes the World beautiful. I like this perspective. Done, now I'm just going to have a glass of wine and switch back into automatic life mode...(I can't believe I wrote this, I was gonna write something about bats.)

Voices

I think everyone who has a voice ought to take voice lessons. It ought to be taught in school continuously. It ought to be free. I wanna take voice lessons and my voice is like not that attractive, but I still wanna share it, who knows someone may like it.

So all seven billion of us ought to develop our voices, create a song and post it on YouTube, and post it on our seven billion Websites that we also ought to have. Seven billion unique wonderful songs with our recorded beautiful voices.

Did you know if we do the math using an average of three minute song length, and if we were to listen to the songs 24/7, it would take around 40,000 years to get through them all? That's a lot of love we have going on right now. A lot of beautiful voices.

ESP: Minds and Dreams

We can all grasp the idea that our dreams are just in our minds. And we can also grasp that our minds are also in our dreams, especially with Lucid dreaming.

Now consider the blind-from-birth person whose visual aspect to dreams are totally missing. They can hear, feel, taste and smell in their dreams, but they can also 'sense' that someone is in their dream too.

What is this 'sense'? Perhaps the remnants of some early instinctual function, maybe a combination of senses working together on their own to provide warning signals. Like when our hairs stand on end when we 'sense' danger is lurking.

Well, whether it be intuition, instinct or some combination, or whether this 'sense' is dreamed or in the physical world, this 'sense' is indeed an Extra Sensory Perception (ESP) because it may not always originate from stimuli from our five senses. So now we can grasp that we ALL have ESP.

More on ESP: My mom is known for her clairvoyant and telekinesis abilities. She 'knows' when her friends are in danger from miles away, and has moved and broken objects with her mind. As for myself, I just dwell in the realm of OBE and precognition, like I leave my body and see the future and past. My sister is like, well, I'm not even going to go into what she does...

The point is that all these fancy definitions and categories of ESP all lead to one thing, and that is that EVERYTHING is inter-connected! Specifically; infinite variations of distance, people, objects, minds, dreams, and time. Everything is one!

I do have a feeling that we all have wonderful minds and dream constantly even while awake AND that dreams themselves are a form of ESP. I do have an idea that we all may have a latent power of ESP that may be held back by our instinctual ESP. And because I believe humanity is still in its adolescence our ESP won't be fully developed until we can handle the responsibility that comes with its power. Actually, it's like we don't even want that power yet, like we are having too much fun with what we have, we don't even want that responsibility until we absolutely have to do it for survival.

Or maybe we all already had that power once in time, and chose to collectively suppress it, because it just takes all the fun out of life. Like who really needs ESP to see the future, move objects, read minds, and leave the body and such. That's what dreams are for.

Or maybe ESP is obsolete, because now we have love. Love may be the second generation of ESP. Love may be what we are here to master.

Life is in Our Minds and in Our Dreams

Okay the following is stupid right?  But I'm keeping it in my blog.  I'm not going to censor my thoughts  because this is my blog and I can do anything here, hahaha.  Yeah I feel liberated man!  That said, I will try to keep it interesting, after all I seem to be the only one around here, I might as well entertain myself with fun stuff while I spend time around here...
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I like the idea that everything we see is just in our minds, translated from our eyes as vibrational wave frequencies (Vibes) into images we can relate too.  So what we 'see' is actually just our minds translation of Vibrational Energy (Vibes) into images we relate to as being actually out there.  This or course means nothing we see is actually real, and only a translation for our minds eye.  Right?    

Get it?  Everything we see is just what our minds tell us to see based on mere signals from our optic nerves.  So life's wonders are a total creation of our minds and dreams, based on or five senses.  

And we have more than five senses--Specifically ESP or sixth sense.  This we all have, but are reluctant to utilize, why?

Perhaps because it brings us closer to a truth we don't want to experience.  A truth where love is obsolete.  I mean, who would seek love in a place where love is all there is?

Healing

When I was 18 years old, I read a comic called "Doctor Strange" and I wanted to Astral Project like he did. So I did, on like my third try. All I did was go to bed with the desire to Astral Project, actually focusing only on this thought until I fell asleep. This was a BIG deal and changed my life. Because the feeling of being Out of Body for me is always accompanied by a full body Vibration that scares the heck out of me. It feels like my entire body is surging with powerful vibrating waves of energy.

Yeah after thousands of OBE's I've done pretty much all the things the books on the subject talk about. Because I just try what the books say and it happens. Like even when I doubted I can Vibrate and float while awake, I just tried it and it worked.

But I wanna think of other things before I go to sleep, so I kinda don't even Vibe anymore unless I just want to prove to myself I still can do it, or if my subconcious somehow triggers it. Part of me believes that there is no real value to Vibes, that it is all basically just a state of mind in my brain.

But another part of me somehow knows it is a key to healing. After-all, in this state, I feel no emotional or physical pain until I can physically move again. I say 'physically move' because most of the time the Vibes wake up my consciousness, but not my physical body. This tendency is actually my gateway to Lucid Dreaming which is such a magnificant thing in my life, I'll have to figure how to take volumns of fun stories and condense it to a decent Blog length.

So back to the healing. I believe the Vibes are always there in all of us whether we can 'feel' it or not. I can imagine it as the energy fabric of all space and matter. And with it's infinte reaches and power, we can all use it to heal ourselves. All we have to do is want it to, and spend a little time focusing on increasing its surge on things that are out of balance like pain, disease, and bad thoughts such as anger and grief.

Yeah, I've done the healing thing (another story), and probably would not be here without it. I wanna do some cosmetic work on myself, and need work on serious issues as I age, but all that focusing takes, well, work. And I don't have time right now. So I've experienced these healing miracles, yet I'd rather write this Blog instead of applying more of it??? Someone slap me in the face and wake me up!

I must not wanna be rich

So yeah I knew what the lotto numbers were gonna be once.

I did not get a ticket, but decided to 'guess' the numbers as I watched the ball machine on T.V. for the draw. I not only got all the numbers correct, but I guessed the numbers in order of each ball dropped seconds before they dropped. Not only that, but the angle of each ball (sideways, upside down etc.) landed in exactly the position as how I imagined them to fall.

That was years ago, I've never had the desire to try that again. I don't really know why?

When I was 8 years old, I had a dream that came true to the exact detail a couple weeks later. I think I thought that was normal and just thought it was 'neat'. But now after dreaming hundreds of dreams that came true at a later time (sometimes years), I have no choice but to believe past, present, and future are somehow interconnected in inexplicable ways. I include past because I've seen the past in dreams. For example, I dreamed of playing in a mansion of a house. Years later I found myself in this same house in Rhode Island on a 'Mansion tour'. It was the exact same Mansion as I dreamed about to the detail. I knew that the exhibit room was originally the playroom where I played as a kid in my dream and confirmed that with the tour guide. And I knew the Mansion next door, and the room that now sat a field trip of school kids was originally a room for adults to drink and eat, and the kitchen part was still there too. So in one 'present' dream, I saw both the past (how the Mansion originally was), and the future ( physically being in the same Mansion of my dream years after I dreamed it.

Seeing the future/past like this amazes me, but at the same time, I'm not too exited about it, and don't know what to do with it. Maybe it has become 'normal' to me like when I was 8, or maybe since I don't know anyone with similar experiences, I just don't know how to relate to this, and I don't apply it to my 'real' life at all!

Christmas with half a heart

The water planet by NASA Goddard Photo and Video

The eyes see white
and the lungs and skin feel the cold.

A pocket of fire soothes the blight
and chestnuts simmer in their leathery hold

The beat of my heart holds me tight
under sounds of wood crackling bold.

And the memories of you, smiling with all your might.
Have you tasted the smell of cold?

The chestnuts are little hearts.

A heart shaped mold
of icy tears grip my face tight.

Life is magic so I am told
but fear and sadness are winning the fight.

We are together in our snow globe
but still you are far from sight.

Have you tasted the smell of cold
and held on with all your might?

You are my savior, my little heart.

Have Gun Will Travel

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A 14 year old boy got suspended from school for drawing this picture in class, because it depicted a gun.

He was interrogated to determine if he was a mass murderer in the making. They only showed a small part of the interrogation on TV, but my insider got the whole thing on tape. Here is how it went:

Cop: Why did you draw the picture?

Kid: I was bored.

Cop: Does the guy on the left depict anyone in particular, like a teacher?

Kid: No.

Cop: Then who is he?

Kid: Just some random guy I guess.

Cop: Do you think its okay to shoot random people?

Kid: No.

Cop: Do you have any guns in your home?

Kid: No.

Cop: Do you often think about shooting people?

Kid: No, except when I’m playing some video games.

Cop: Do you enjoy those games?

Kid: Yeah, they are fun.

Cop: Describe why they are fun to you.

Kid: Well, you are fighting for your life, and that’s exciting. Other games you can kill anything you want and that’s power I guess. Fun.

Cop: Did you know shooter video games are just like practice for killing?

Kid: I thought it was just play, and different from real life.

Cop: Let me put it this way, if I gave you my gun right now, would you try to shoot everybody?

Kid: No, I’m not a bad guy, and I’m not stupid.

Cop: What’s a bad guy to you?

Kid: Someone who treats others bad.

Cop: Why do they treat others bad?

Kid: You tell me. You’re the one treating me bad right now. Why?

Cop: Because you drew a gun and may be a threat to society.

Kid: Anybody can draw a gun, so that makes everybody a threat. So that justifies treating everybody bad?

Cop: Yes, if need be.

Kid: So you are a bad guy, and society is a bad guy, and we are all bad, is that what you are saying?

Cop: Yup.

Kid: Then why pick on me?

Cop: Because you’re an easy target, and we get paid: I get paid, your probation officer will get paid, your criminal psychiatrist will get paid, the FBI who will put you on their permanent watch list will get paid…We have the power.

Kid: So ‘power’ is the key because it keeps society getting paid? And good or bad does not matter?

Cop: It’s all about who has the power brother.

Kid: So how do I get in on this power?

Cop: You just have to prostitute yourself to it. If you’re not a whore, then you’re just another potential John about to get screwed.

Kid: Okay, cool... Well all this is just a mistake. I did not draw a gun, it’s a boomerang. The guy on the left threw it to the guy on the right who caught it.

Cop: Haha! I think you will fit into society well kid. You are free to go...

Finally Something Positive

So I saw a picture of tiger cubs playing with little chicks, without eating them...

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The chicks wandered into the tiger cub cage, and were not harmed. See, this is what I'm talking about!

This picture holds the meaning of life. It's right there all around us, all the time. Cherish it. Cherish the moments. Cherish the time we have.

(just thought I'd mix this blog up a little--you know, a little this, a little that...)

Season of Angels

Angel by Svenstorm on flickr

I could not find the infamous invisible flying plant in Australia. But I found a pub that served beer, bangers and mash, and kangaroo meat. And I found a Catholic Church with a huge stone Angel. All I could think of was how Divine she looked, and how ironic it would be if she fell on me and killed me—“Man killed by an Angel”

So that gave me an idea for a new mission—to search for a real Angel.

So I’m leaving for Singapore tomorrow to sin. I figure that ought to attract an Angel or two—you know, to try to save me from sin.

If I don't catch an Angel in two weeks, then I’m going to Paris to sin. If still no Angel, then I’m off to Rome and the Vatican (there’s gotta be Angels around there.) If still no Angel, I'll go chill in Ireland and settle for a Leprechaun. I won’t be back until April next year, so I’ll let everyone know what happens when I get back.

Have a nice New Year!

From Vince, to Lucy

A Model of "Lucy," the celebrated skeletal remains of a female hominid who lived 3.2 million years ago...

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Hominid, Cradle of Humankind by flowcomm on flickr

He approaches her from behind, he is close. She is napping, curled up in the fetal position, resting her wary muscles. But she senses him, and with one quick extension of her powerful arm, she shoves him back at least five feet and he retreats. She does not want him on top of her right now.

She opens her eyes. Her babies are snuggled under a bush in front of her. She is thirsty and the sound of the stream calls to her. The stream; it could be dangerous there, and as she walks towards it, her alertness sharpens. After-all, everything drinks from that stream. And a great deal of them could run much faster than she, and they are bigger, and they may want to eat her.

Oh, the water feels good. She looks back at her babies. Mam, the eldest of the females, is sitting next to them now. And there is Luk, watching her with one thing on his mind.

The past or future is not in her vocabulary. Neither is money, or time, or worry, or love. But she has the feeling of love with her family. And she has a similar feeling of love with the water that makes love to her body, the sky that tells her when to sleep, and the land with its endless wonders, and the berries she only knows as ‘Suk’--her favorite.

She leads a lonely life, but is too busy living to know it--a lonely life, because she is the only one inside her mind. Everything else is outside. She likes it when Mam scratches her back.

All that she wants is another baby. She walks up to Luk, turns her back, and makes her pose. All that she wants is another baby…

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Editor's note:
Hi Blogland visitors (if anyone’s still out there)--hope you are all doing well!!! I've been away from Blogland on various extra-curricular excursions. I'm taking a journey next week to Australia again for 40 days and 40 nights. Then I'm back here sometime in November.

As some of you know (April 13th post) my last expedition to Australia to catch the first invisible butterfly (Belenois Invisibilis) failed miserably.

This time, I’m going after something a little less elusive. A plant! I’m tentatively calling this plant the Arundiganth Amamilis. But it’s currently an undiscovered new species, and still just a rumor, but my sources and instinct tells me it’s out there in the Northern Territory—and I’m going to catch one. I say catch, because according to my contacts, this plant can apparently uproot itself and blow with the wind.

With shallow roots, it grows on other plants length-wise (flat, not tall.) It’s transparent, and virtually invisible. It can easily be mistaken for a slug trail, or when in flight, a string of spider web.

The problem is the plants are thought to thrive in a region controlled by up to 90 trillion Yellow Crazy ants. These bugs shoot acid in your eyes to blind you then they run away. Then they come back with a swarm of friends from their supercolonies to eat you. They can devour an entire human body in minutes.

I’m bringing my goggles, magnifying glass, Petri dish, rubber ant proof suit, and my usual Safari gear. Wish me luck!

A World Without Men:

Someone sent me a lizard in the mail. I’m going to take it with me tomorrow for a 4 day road trip to Reno for good luck. The lizard made me think of the Y chromosome. They say in about 125,000 years the Y chromosome will completely disappear, and along with it the human male. Females will become unisexual and capable to reproduce without the need for a man.

The Whiptail lizard already does this. They are all female. But since offspring are all basically clone copies of the mom, the species has to rely on mutation to adapt and evolve.

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So what if we woke up tomorrow and we lived in a world without men? What would be changed? Well, here are the top 10 changes:

10. The death penalty for being gay that currently exists in 9 countries won’t exist—since everyone will probably be lesbian.

9. God and the Bible will be obsolete—maybe there will be a Goddess though.

8. No more tampons or cramps—the whole system will change.

7. A two day work week—5 day weekend to better accommodate emotional needs.

6. Nuclear weapons will be gone—women are just not too good in math or war anyway.

5. Open sewers will be popular again—when’s the last time you saw a woman plumber?

4. Everyone will live in a shopping mall.

3. Women will be more beautiful, their breasts will look better, and they will make love with whoever they want, and whenever they want—just to spite the ghost of man.

2. Movies will be boring—I mean really.

And the number 1 change…
1. David Hasselhoff will be President of the United States—don’t ask!