When The Light Is All Reflections

The real, complete title of today’s post is:

When The Light Is All Reflections
There Are Shadows In Every Direction
Two Parts Full Of Speculation
About Companions And Jazz Creations




1.


I said, “I’ve read that Doctor Who’s new companion might be a Dalek.”

She looked at me, then repeated what I’d said, but with a questioning tone to her voice. She said, enunciating all her words very carefully, “You’ve read that Doctor Who’s new companion might be a Dalek?”

“Oh, shut up,” I said. “You know, I could throw something at you.”

She made her eyes wide. She said, with a very innocent tone to her voice, “But if you throw something at me then I wouldn’t be able to discuss all the fascinating ramifications of Doctor Who’s new companion possibly being a Dalek.”

“Why don’t you just go to hell?” I said. “Right now. While I’m watching. Really. I mean, just go to hell.”

She started to look away from me, but then looked back. Her eyes were still wide. With a questioning tone to her voice, but without sounding so innocent, she asked, “Why don’t you take me? I mean, you have, what, a TARDIS, don’t you? Don’t you have, what, a Type 40 TARDIS? Aren’t they the cool, old ones? They can go anywhere, right? Why don’t you take me to hell? We can make a weekend out of it.”

I threw a piece of donut at her. It hit her chest and fell on the table. She picked up the piece of donut and ate it, then turned away from me and continued watering the flowers she’d bought at the garden shop this afternoon.

I’ve read that Doctor Who’s new companion might be a Dalek.

Imagine that.

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Doctor Who: How will the writers solve
the problem of the Doctor’s new assistant?
at The Telegraph, 01 Sep 2012

TARDIS at Wikipedia

Dalek at Wikipedia

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“Ah, That Renaissance Sunshine”

2.


After closing time they switch off the lights
inside the garden shop but all around
the grounds streetlights and bright signs from nearby
glitter against the glass greenhouse buildings
and it’s not as bright as day but it’s bright.

Early in the evening squirrels hop the fence
and run around in all the reflections.

I’ve seen a fox and a possum nearby
and they might have stopped to visit the squirrels
because when the light is all reflections
there are shadows in every direction
and it’s hard to tell what you’re looking at
especially when you’re on the outside
of a greenhouse looking at the inside.

The squirrels climb up trees and then hop the fence.

At least that’s what they do when I’m looking.

I think the animals get in and out
using tricky ways the lights and shadows
don’t quite illuminate as reflections
and it’s hard to tell what you’re looking at
especially when you’re on the outside
of a greenhouse looking at the inside.

I appreciate the squirrels pretending.

I bet if I asked them to bring back jazz
they’d just laugh and ask, “Did it go away?”

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Squirrels And The Lost Mountains Of Tibet


Motion Beyond The Fox Point


Weather (At The Fox Point)


Pretty Flowers With The Loch Ness Monster


Squirrels Of Chaos And Delight



The North Pole Or Someone’s Garden


Models Of Mind, And Grammar

“What about greenhouse?”

Two Donut Shops

The young man started playing with a pop jazz song called “Sweetheart,” by Ken Burgan. He’d heard it on a Maria Muldaur album and liked it so much that the next day he worked out the melody and a harmonization.

Get Well Soon, Marianne Faithfull! #4:
The Twenty-Six Muscles Of The Human Face

As I type this it’s Thursday evening and I’m about to have dinner. After dinner I’m going to take two Benadryl so you can probably imagine I’m not feeling all that well. Today will be a short post and I’m not sure what I’ll have for tomorrow. I don’t think I’ll be doing a stop-motion film this week, but I do have one in mind that I hope to get to soon.


I’ve got a couple of images for today.

Today for me was, so to speak, bookended by two images that are very different and unrelated, although they do have something in common.

When I took the photograph of the donut shop sign for my post “Merica Uns On Unkin” it was a bit of an accident. I was concentrating on all the various bright street lights in the background and somehow I missed seeing the little post sticking up and blocking the first letters of the writing on the sign. But I really liked that image and I think of it all the time. In fact, I’ve come to think of that image as very representational of the modern world. All manner of businesses are failing. But the donut shop, electric sugar, is expanding and thriving all around the globe.

This evening I went out and took a similar photo, but this time I used a post on purpose to block off the first letters of the sign.

The donut shop sign
like a flower is colorful
and it’s vertical

but it doesn’t sway
or turn to follow the Sun
or die in winter

and it’s much larger
than that other kind of flower
the garden shop sells.



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Today started with me feeling kind of sad this morning and before I was even completely awake I booted up my computer and opened up my iTunes library. I don’t have as big a music library as many people. I think I have just about a hundred songs. I divide them up into a few different playlists and this morning I opened a playlist I simply call “favorite songs.” It only has five songs on it and I went right to Maria Muldaur singing an old pop jazz song called “Sweetheart.”

Sweetheart
But it doesn’t beat for me
It beats softly in love
But not for me

That is one of my favorite songs of all time. I can play a simple variation of it on guitar or keyboard.

Anyway, when I was listening to Maria Muldaur sing I looked up at the cover-flow image iTunes generated and it made me smile.

There to the left is the word “Utopia.” In the middle is the beautiful Maria Muldaur. And off to the right is the phrase “Love Songs.”


That pretty much is my idea of Utopia: Some techno-pop. A beautiful woman. And love songs.


I like that image almost as much as I like the songs.

And all three of the songs linked to those cover-flow album covers have appeared here at the blog.

The Utopia album is Todd Rundgren’s “Adventures In Utopia” and the song I have from that album is “Road To Utopia” which I regard as a kind of theme song for this blog and I posted the lyrics a long time ago in A Typical Day On The Road To Utopia.

The Maria Muldaur album is called “Waitress In A Donut Shop” [!] and, of course, the song I have from it is “Sweetheart” and I posted briefly about that way back in Get Well Soon, Marianne Faithfull! #4: The Twenty-Six Muscles Of The Human Face.

The “Love Songs” album is a compilation album of Jefferson Airplane songs—even though nobody I know thinks of Jefferson Airplane as a love song kind of group. I have just one song from that album, “Have You Seen The Stars Tonight?” and not only have I posted the lyrics from that song more than once, but I’ve even recorded myself playing and singing a cover of it in Blows Against The (Expensive) Empire.


So that was sort of my day. It started with me listening to Maria Muldaur singing about being a waitress in a donut shop and loving a customer who comes in and tells her stories about his rocky love life and she knows he’ll never love her:

Sweet lips
Lips I know I’ll never kiss
They’re what I’m afraid I
Must miss

And I ended my day taking a photo of a real donut shop sign and writing about how flowers in the modern world aren’t what they used to be.

When I play and sing the song “Sweetheart” I gender-swap the lyrics, and make it about being a worker in a donut shop:

I’m a worker in a donut shop
I see her on her morning stop
She talks about love
But she’s talking about her
Sweetheart
He gives her a rough time
She gives me her dime
And then parts
Soft sighs
Soft and dreamy moans
In my dreams
I can make her my own

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Two Telescopes


Two Dragons


Two Women And Someday


Two Swans


Two Schools Of Thought About Computer Science

Weather (At The Fox Point)

I watched a big white possum run through
a parking lot near the donut shop.
While I watched, the possum didn’t stop
and change into a creature more true

to the twenty-first century view—
donut shop, garden shop, asphalt top
of cleared ground for cars, where the first drop
of rain fell while I watched so I knew.

The possum scurried. It seemed afraid.
A twenty-first century creature
would have stood up and glared at the sky

and then glared at me, something else made—
that garden, donut, car, rain feature.
The new creature would eat me. Or try.



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Yesterday, weather technology sent two conflicting messages. The live radar view looked like a large, intense storm was about to blow through Chicago, north to south. But some set of atmospheric conditions triggered the algorithm that predicted the future of the storm to generate images that showed the storm completely breaking up before it reached Chicago’s south side.

In real life neither extreme view happened. The storm neither broke up nor remained intense.

About an hour after I did my blog post yesterday the sky clouded up and the outside temperature dropped about ten degrees. A light rain started falling, and then a heavier rain. There was a little lightning and thunder, but not much. There was a little wind, but not much. It rained, lightly, almost all night. But in the morning I didn’t see any trees damaged from lightning or wind.

So reality turned out to be simply different than what technology predicted.

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Animals That Can Rip Apart Eternity


Exciting Waveforms



Motion Beyond The Fox Point


The Girl Who Talks To Dinosaurs


Dinosaur Girls And The Night Behind Me

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When I did my post Exciting Waveforms I described how a guy who owned a music studio offered to give me a good deal on a Yamaha Motif music workstation. It was kind of sad to me that technology like that doesn’t seem to have much of a place in the modern world. A Yamaha Motif is a very good workstation. There should be a place for that kind of thing.


It didn't have to be this way.


Since this post, this sequence of posts, is kind of a sequel to Exciting Waveforms—or at least they are all somehow related—I have a technology note for this post, too.

I’ve mentioned Andy Hertzfeld I think once here at the blog, in Apple And The Status Cow. He was an early Apple employee, a very pivotal person in early Macintosh software development, and he remains an extraordinary programmer. I’ve also mentioned the development of the BASIC computer language at Dartmouth, as opposed to the versions developed at Microsoft, in Design Of A [Computer] Language.

Recently there was a kind of real life sequel on the net to these two topics.

Andy Hertzfeld maintains an amazing website, a wonderful resource for people interested in the early days of the Macintosh. The website is called Folklore. Because Hertzfeld was and remains so well-liked in the technology world, almost everybody who worked on the early Mac has contributed stories and memories to the Folklore project.

I’m not going to dwell on it here, but when the early Macintosh first shipped, it almost shipped with a modern, Dartmouth-inspired version of BASIC.

Well-designed computer languages almost don’t exist in the modern world. There are endless scripting languages and endless utility languages but there are almost no well-designed language systems like a good Dartmouth BASIC implemented as a state-of-the-art working environment.

Anyway. Macintosh people know the sad saga of MacBasic. Great programmers wrote the code. Great writers wrote support resources. Then Bill Gates screwed over Steve Jobs and forced Jobs to kill the project so Microsoft could market their awful version of BASIC for the Mac.

Since then the world hasn’t become awful and the world hasn’t become wonderful. The world has become just different than what many people had hoped (or feared, for that matter).

Now the Mac isn’t even a Mac any more, it’s an elaborate NeXTStep machine.

Anyway. Earlier this summer, one of the writers who worked on support materials for MacBasic put up a note at Folklore that brought back all the sadness of that era passing. It’s a little note at the end of the comment section of Hertzfeld’s MacBasic thread, but it says a lot. Here’s a little excerpt from the end, and a link to the comment section:

But the saddest thing to me is that the Mac shipped with no user-level programming language. It was the beginning of the end of ordinary people writing their own programs. Computer buyers became customers of programs (now renamed “applications”) written by experts, not creators of their own, albeit modest, programs.

It didn’t have to be that way.

Arthur Luehrmann
on Wed Jun 13 15:04:52 2012

Weather (Or Not)

As I type this it is Tuesday night and I’m about to eat dinner. I just looked at the local radar and this is what I saw:

Looks like a pretty big storm. Looks intense.

But when I click on the prediction button that attempts to show the next six hours, the Weather Channel prediction algorithm shows this entire storm breaking up before it moves down from the north side of Chicago to the south side.

The next few hours will be an interesting test of technology.

I mean, the “orange” and “yellow” intense areas of the storm stretch all the way from Iowa, across Illinois and into Lake Michigan. It doesn’t really look like the kind of weather system that will just break up before it travels, say, twenty five miles.

My indoor/outdoor thermometer says it is 81 degrees here. I just checked outside. There is no wind, and although there is a high haze there are no clouds.

The Moon is blurred by the haze, but easily visible through trees:

In fact, if I zoom in through the trees and manually select a fast shutter speed, the high haze is barely enough to blur the image of the waning Moon:

I don’t know. The radar image looks pretty intense. But the prediction algorithm says the storm will disappear.

I’m not seeing anything in real life other than a reasonably pretty Moon.

Maybe in an hour or two the sky will be ripped apart. I don’t know. I’ll find out in an hour or two.

If the Moon knows, the Moon isn’t telling.


(I’ll keep track of this tonight. However it works out, I’ll give it some thought and do another post on this same topic tomorrow. Unless the sky gets ripped apart permanently, I mean. Then we’ll all have other things on our minds tomorrow. But that might be fun, too. Exciting waveforms redux.)

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Animals That Can Rip Apart Eternity


Exciting Waveforms

Dinosaur Girls And The Night Behind Me

Dinosaur girls won’t you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the Moon

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She will walk at night without any fear.

She won’t be afraid of criminals or
corrupt policemen or wild dogs or darkness.

She will be so beautiful under stars
and moonlight it will be as if darkness
itself was created to surround her
stars Moon and night above and around her
strong confident face her shoulders relaxed
her back straight but relaxed too so she can
look up or side to side as easily
as she looks straight ahead as she’s walking.

In her heart and mind and throughout her soul
she understands everything is for her
and she understands she is protected.

Sometimes when she walks at night she will hum
and her random humming will turn into
a melody and then into a song.

She will make up words and sing them softly
and the song will become a perfect song.

She will not even try to remember
the melody or the words to her songs
because she will know tomorrow night too
will be another perfect night for her
to hum and sing another perfect song.

In my heart and mind and throughout my soul
I know I will never see anything
as beautiful as her walking at night.

I know I will never hear anything
as beautiful as her singing her songs.

Maybe I will try to photograph her
or draw her or write poems about her.

I know I will try to record her songs
figure out the notes and chord progressions
so I can attempt to play and sing too
something like the perfect songs she makes up
without even thinking about music.

These things will happen these things have happened
these things do happen they’re happening now.

She sees me right now she’s looking at me
and she’s laughing and gesturing saying
“Why are you running? Why are you hiding?
Come here by me. Why won’t you talk to me?”

I will never answer her never go
there by her no matter how beautiful
she looks or sounds even though I know too
her songs are the most beautiful music
I ever will hear because when she calls
gestures laughs talks or sings to me I know
she is only trying to distract me
from the dinosaurs moving behind me.

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Motion Beyond The Fox Point


The Girl Who Talks To Dinosaurs

Solving A Mystery In The Dark (W/Photos)

Today’s post is kind of dumb, especially for what I think of as a “Friday” post, but it gives me a chance to talk a little about how I’ve been feeling lately and it relates a little to an older post and I’ve got a couple of photographs for illustrations and I get to use the word “dirigible” again so, dumb or not, I’m going to do this post.

I’ve been feeling under-the-weather a lot lately. I think it’s a combination of different kinds of allergies. I’ve been eating some food that has wheat products. And it’s the change of seasons around here so leaves are falling and there might be a high mold count or something. Anyway, some days my sinuses really ache. Other days I believe my left or right TMJ seems to swell up a little and pinches a nerve in the side of my jaw. Or something like that. So I’ve been feeling under-the-weather a lot lately.

I haven’t had any attacks or anything. And Benadryl always clears up whatever issue I sense might be coming on.

However, every now and then from either the sinus issues or the Benadryl I just lay down and doze off and I sleep so deeply that when I wake up there is sometimes a moment of, “What? What time is it? What day is it? Is it day or night?”

It’s like that moment I wrote about in Waking Up (Not) Lost In Space.

I’ve had a few of those lately.

One time I fell asleep early in the evening with the TV on. I was just lying on my bed, fully dressed, with the bedspread still on under me and everything in place. I just laid down and dozed off.

When I woke up it was dark outside and the TV was still on (playing some Smallville DVD) but in the darkness of my room I looked to the left and I saw glowing letters up near the ceiling.

It was as if there was a blimp or dirigible overhead advertising with bright white lights.

I had fallen asleep with my glasses on so when I opened my eyes not only could I see the strange glowing letters overhead but I could read them. They said: “SONY”

So I laid there thinking, “What the hell is that?”

The TV was on the other side of the room. I don’t even own any other SONY products I could think of offhand. So I couldn’t figure out what the glowing letters were.

But I thought the letters looked picturesque and I wondered if I’d be able to capture the oddness of the moment with my camera. So still not knowing what the letters were, I reached to the other side of my bed and grabbed my camera. In the dark, I switched on my camera and pushed the knob that extended the zoom lens a little.

I tried to frame the glowing letters but my modern gadget camera doesn’t have manual focus so lying there in the dark I had to press the shutter button halfway to make the camera try to focus. Then, sure enough, I captured the four letters glowing somehow up near the ceiling of my room.

See. I can prove it. I have a photograph:

(It really does look like lettering on the side of a blimp, doesn’t it? I mean, if I had heard dirigible motors humming I might have tripped off into some kind fugue state.)

I still couldn’t figure out what the hell it was. So I sat up on the other side of my bed and switched on the table lamp.

When I looked back I immediately knew what it was.

The headphones I use when I play my keyboard late at night were up on the highest shelf of the bookcase against the wall. The raised silver brand letters were catching light from the television and reflecting it, glowing, like advertising letters on a blimp or dirigible up in the sky.

See:

It was a mystery in the dark. But it was a reasonably easy mystery to solve. (Too bad all mysteries in the dark aren’t that easy to solve!)

And it made me think of my post about ‘Sony electric clouds,’ Three Clouds Overhead Started Shouting At Me.

Anyway, so that’s about all I have for today.


I wish I had more for a Friday and for the end of the month. But I don’t. Next week I hope to have a stop-motion movie, but it all depends on how I’m feeling. And a couple of days ago I updated the operating system on my “Beautiful Impossible Math Thing.” It’s still impossibly complicated but I can’t seem to give up trying to learn to use it. At some point I’ll say more about that. And I believe I’ve discovered an interesting way to interface my guitar to my keyboard even though my guitar is not a MIDI-equipped guitar. At some point I’ll say more about that.

Now I’m going to sleep. (And wake up tomorrow peacefully, I hope!)

Impossible Places: Guitars And Flutes

Never the Muse is absent
from their ways: lyres clash and flutes cry
and everywhere maiden choruses whirling.

Pindar, Tenth Pythian Ode
translated by Richmond Lattimore
quoted at “Hyperborea” at Wikipedia

and—

... neither by ship nor on foot would you find
the marvelous road to the assembly of the Hyperboreans.

“If you could walk to Mars,” he asked, “would you go?”

“Walk to Mars?” she asked.

An Unclear Story About Walking To Mars

Chemicals changed to electricity.

All The Issues Of Perspective

You can’t get there by boat. You can’t walk there.

But there’s something about guitars and flutes.

And I think if a scientist declared
he was going to send a spacecraft there
everyone would be excited except
some men and women quiet in the back
who would look at each other and just smile.

Chemicals changed to electricity.

Spacecraft use both getting from here to there.

Lava flows. Strange rains and stranger snows fall.

Scientists send spacecraft from here to there
to study the lava and rain and snow.

But there’s something about guitars and flutes.

Fingers on strings. Breath against a thin tube.

Where you can’t sail to and you can’t walk to
lava and rain and snow I think are sounds
fingers on strings breath against a thin tube
and planets and moons move I think they dance.

A Quick Enceladus Note, And Other Stuff

Triton is the largest moon of the planet Neptune, discovered on October 10, 1846, by English astronomer William Lassell. It is the only large moon in the Solar System with a retrograde orbit, which is an orbit in the opposite direction to its planet's rotation. At 2,700 km in diameter, it is the seventh-largest moon in the Solar System. Because of its retrograde orbit and composition similar to Pluto's, Triton is thought to have been captured from the Kuiper belt. Triton has a surface of mostly frozen nitrogen, a mostly water ice crust, an icy mantle and a substantial core of rock and metal.

... Triton is geologically active; its surface is young and has relatively few impact craters. Although Triton is made of various ices, its subsurface processes are similar to those that produce volcanoes and rift valleys on Earth, but with water and ammonia lavas as opposed to liquid rock. Triton's entire surface is cut by complex valleys and ridges, probably the result of tectonics and icy volcanism. The vast majority of surface features on Triton are endogenic—the result of internal geological processes rather than external processes such as impacts. Most are volcanic and extrusive in nature, rather than tectonic.

The Voyager 2 probe observed a handful of geyser-like eruptions of invisible nitrogen gas and entrained dust from beneath the surface of Triton in plumes up to 8 km high. Triton thus joins the Earth, Io, and Enceladus as one of the few worlds of the Solar System on which active eruptions of some sort have been observed. (Venus, Mars, Europa, Titan, and Dione may also be volcanically active.)

Triton at Wikipedia

Today I was reading about Triton, the moon of Neptune, at Wikipedia (wasn’t everyone?) and when I got to that part about Triton being one of the few places in the solar system along with only the Earth, Io and Enceladus where volcanism has been observed, I felt kind of proud—I mean that here at the blog I’ve done a post about Enceladus, Enceladus Was A Child Of Gaia.

And that reminded me that I had posted about “Gaia” in two different contexts, first as the name of the cool Roland synthesizer in Little Complicated Things And Stuff, and then as one of the Titans in The Occult Technology Of Guitars And Keyboards.

All that got me thinking that I haven’t said much about the moons of Jupiter, and I don’t think I’ve posted anything about the moon Io at all. I’m not sure why I’ve never posted about Io, because there are some interesting things there:

Io is the innermost of the four Galilean moons of the planet Jupiter and, with a diameter of 3,642 kilometres (2,263 mi), the fourth-largest moon in the Solar System. It was named after the mythological character of Io, a priestess of Hera who became one of the lovers of Zeus.

With over 400 active volcanoes, Io is the most geologically active object in the Solar System. This extreme geologic activity is the result of tidal heating from friction generated within Io's interior as it is pulled between Jupiter and the other Galilean satellites—Europa, Ganymede and Callisto. Several volcanoes produce plumes of sulfur and sulfur dioxide that climb as high as 500 km (300 mi) above the surface. Io's surface is also dotted with more than 100 mountains that have been uplifted by extensive compression at the base of the moon's silicate crust. Some of these peaks are taller than Earth's Mount Everest. Unlike most satellites in the outer Solar System, which are mostly composed of water-ice, Io is primarily composed of silicate rock surrounding a molten iron or iron sulfide core. Most of Io's surface is characterized by extensive plains coated with sulfur and sulfur dioxide frost.

Io at Wikipedia

I’ve posted about volcanism here on Earth, even in off-hand ways, like in When The Planet Convulses And Glowing Lava Flows. But I haven’t said much about volcanism in the solar system.

In fact, this has sort of underscored for me that I seem to be more interested in exotic snows than in volcanism in outer space.

Pluto In Magic And Alchemy

Dragon Storm: Ammonia Snow

Exotic Snows And An Ink Drawing Of Plants

And in addition to Enceladus I’ve certainly posted about the moons in the outer system. Just recently I posted about Pluto’s moons, and I enjoyed writing about Miranda, both the woman and the moon of Uranus:

Pluto’s Fifth Moon Has No Name (Yet)

Prospero I Know At The End

Miranda And Miranda And Miranda

The Moon Miranda (A Note)


So, anyway, there is a reason I was reading about Triton today but I’m not going to get to that now. Now I just wanted to review this business about the outer moons, and to note that I am more interested in exotic snows in outer space than volcanism in outer space.

Whatever that might say about me.

Finally on this topic of the outer solar system in general I’m going to end with one other link.

I’ve been fortunate to actually observe Neptune and Uranus in real life—although only through small refractor telescopes, a 2.4 inch and a 4 inch. Someday I hope to get back out there, so to speak, and observe them with a larger telescope.

And one of my favorite posts about this topic is: A Bird Who Could Fly To Neptune

Someday I still hope to meet that bird, too.

All The Issues Of Perspective

Dinosaurs and hippie girls is a world
but Georges Seurat’s notebooks is a world too
and Beethoven is a world but worlds change.

Dinosaurs changed and became Beethoven.

Beethoven changed to Georges Seurat’s notebooks.

Georges Seurat’s notebooks changed to hippie girls.

Hippie girls changed to what we have today.

Black and white birds on wires changed to color.

Chemicals changed to electricity.

I have a page torn from a magazine
a photo of a pretty French actress
and I was going to draw it freehand
and then talk about evaluating
the scene’s eye-line and the vanishing point
and how all the issues of perspective
the photographer juggled consciously
or subconsciously to create his scene
impose themselves on a freehand drawing
and even if you choose to ignore them
that choice is still them imposing on you.

I changed my mind. I took a photograph
of hippie pigeons on some wires out back
and spent my time playing with the color
rather than drawing a photo freehand.

Beautiful French actress changed to pigeons.

If I were some kind of supervillain
and some superhero defeated me
when they carted me off to a nuthouse
and locked me away without my camera
I’d laugh a supervillain kind of laugh
and I’d shout, “I can still draw, you bastards!
You’re making me stronger!” Then I’d laugh more.

I admire supervillains because they
always keep their worldview in perspective.

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This is a very old fashioned kind of blog post, it’s just
me writing about how I spent my afternoon today—thinking
about drawing, taking a picture instead, and then writing
about thinking about drawing and taking a picture.

In case anyone’s wondering, that photo is Marion Cotillard.



Love Sonnet With Piano Wreckage And Worms


This Woman From The Canals Of Mars


Dinosaurs And Hippie Girls Is A World


Songs For Hippies Don’t Scare The Pigeons


Change: Sudden, Incomprehensible And Deadly


The Real World In Georges Seurat’s Notebooks


The Torn Picture Of A Guitar


Associative Editing Techniques

Candy At The End Of The World

Like many of Jackson's writings, The Sundial ends with a number of unanswered questions and unsettling speculations: it is uncertain if the world will end after the storm has passed, but if it does, are these unpleasant people to inherit the earth? Jackson offers no certainties.

... Jackson herself was fond of joking of an "architectural gene" that cropped up in her family once every few generations, and the house presented in The Sundial might foreshadow the infamous Hill House in The Haunting of Hill House. In both Hill House and Sundial, there are many striking similarities between the two houses: both Hill House and Halloran House were built by husbands as gifts for wives who died shortly before or shortly after seeing the house for the first time, and both houses become the source of conflict between various family members who disputed the house's ownership. The "mathematically perfect" grounds and the jarring sundial might remind readers again of Hill House, where all the floors and walls are said to be slightly off-centre. Halloran House, while never openly "haunted" in the sense that Hill House claimed to be, is the site of at least two ghostly visitations.

The Sundial, like the earlier Jackson novel The Road Through the Wall, contains a great number of characters, none of whom are very sympathetic. An abundance of unpleasant characters — in addition to the eleven main characters, there are several other minor characters who appear throughout the novel as comic relief — populate the narrative.

John G. Park, in his article "Waiting For the End: Shirley Jackson's 'The Sundial'," points to several instances of "confining narcissism" on the part of the novel's primary characters. Stephen King, in his Danse Macabre, summarized this concept as "a growing obsession with one's own problems; a turning inward instead of a growing outward." Throughout the novel, most of the characters' conversations are really competing monologues, with no one listening; moreover, both Oriana and Aunt Fanny attempt to manipulate the other adults in the same way that Fancy controls her dolls.

Shirley Jackson’s “The Sundial”
at Wikipedia

Surrounded by gummy fish and tennis gumballs, Maria Sharapova isn't apologizing.

She likes candy, and that's the next category she'll add her name to.

It's actually more than putting her name and face on a product. While she has worked with the likes of Nike and Cole Haan to design shoes and clothes, she has never started from scratch like she has with this deal.

Sharapova said the development, from concept to launch, has taken 18 months.

"It's like I've been pregnant twice," Sharapova said jokingly.

Sharapova is ranked third heading into the U.S. Open, which starts next week.

On Monday, the tennis star stood in front of 12 varieties of Sugarpova candy at the new retail store of her partner It'Sugar, a candy company that has 40 locations around the world.

"I've seen enough of all these athletes endorsing the latest energy drink or organic health product," said CEO Jeff Rubin, who calls himself the Chief Gummy Officer of It'Sugar. "We all know that everyone, including athletes, love candy, so what's wrong with endorsing what we all eat?"

Maria Sharapova debuts 'Sugarpova'
at ESPN

It’s happening right now east of here
Maria Sharapova’s posing
playing tennis and selling candy
and I admire people who get out
especially when they do posing.

In “The Sundial” by Shirley Jackson
people shut themselves up in a house
and wait for a big storm to blow through
because they think the world is ending
and there’s not much candy or posing.

Will God still judge me as a writer
if I think of Maria posing
and I want to get out and draw her
rather than lock myself in with her
and haunt the end of the world with her?

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I mean does this count for anything?


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US Open Tennis Tournament website


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Friday In Paris Before It All Starts


Clouds Want To Be A Secret Book


Animals That Can Rip Apart Eternity

The Occult Technology Of Guitars And Keyboards

Beethoven’s power to inspire is a matter of historical record. But to inspire what? In China, in the 1970s, his music was condemned for its representation (among other things) of “the decadent, chaotic life and depraved sentiments of the bourgeoisie.” Most western composers were vilified, but none as stridently as Beethoven. For none was more feared. No other had his power to excite, to uplift, to nourish the soul and embolden the spirit. No other so transcendently represented the triumph of the individual over seemingly insuperable odds.

Jeremy Siepmann
writing in “Beethoven: His Life And Music”

Gaia created a great sickle and gathered together Cronus and his brothers to convince them to castrate Uranus. Only Cronus was willing to do the deed, so Gaia gave him the sickle and placed him in a bush and in doing so he became the King of the Titans.

When Uranus met with Gaia, Cronus attacked Uranus and, with the sickle, cut off his genitals, casting them into the sea. As Uranus lay dying, he made a prophecy that Cronus' own children would rebel against his rule, just as Cronus had rebelled against his own father. Uranus' blood that had spilled upon the earth, gave rise to the Gigantes, Erinyes, and Meliae, and from his semen from his cut genitalia, Aphrodite arose from the sea:

"...so soon as he had cut off the members with flint and cast them from the land into the surging sea, they were swept away over the main a long time: and a white foam spread around them from the immortal flesh, and in it there grew a maiden..."

from “Titanomachy” at Wikipedia

In the traditional Judeo-Christian story of Noah and the Flood, when God so-to-speak “cut off” the generations of mankind by the Flood, the reproductive hopes of the human race were cast onto the surging waters of the Flood in the ark, eight humans, four men and four women.

Traditional Judeo-Christian readings of Scripture focus on the men, Noah and his three sons. But the book of Genesis says a little about the relationships of men and women in those days. Godly men, Scripture says, so-called “children of God,” took their wives from among the “children of men.” So while Noah and his sons believed in what Judeo-Christians call “the one true God,” the wives of Noah may have had other beliefs entirely.

Noah and his sons according to Scripture interpreted the Flood as God’s punishment of mankind, for in those days most men embraced the human-centric civilization established by Cain.

What did the wives think?

Did one or more of the women on the ark with Noah maintain her beliefs in the human-centric civilization? She would have regarded the Flood as wanton destruction, as the actions of a vicious, hateful god destroying good humans. She would have regarded that god as a god to be derided, a god to be fought against.

After the Flood, children would have heard two interpretations of their past. One from their fathers, another from one or more of their mothers.

The children who believed their mothers would have viewed their mothers as rebels. Those children would have seen their mothers as something like glorious rebels struggling against the vicious, hateful god who destroyed the great civilization mankind had struggled to achieve before the Flood, glorious rebels struggling against the complacent men who accepted the judgments and actions of that hateful god and even continued to worship that god.

A woman who had the character and fiery passion to rebel against all that, the insight and courage to persevere, to maintain her own beliefs about right and wrong and civilization itself, to keep her beliefs alive after the Flood and encourage those beliefs, watch them grow once more and struggle once more against the beliefs of the men around her—such a woman would be regarded herself as something like a goddess.

Who could not love such a woman?

The green witch said, “She’s in Los Angeles doing what you call villainy.”

I said, “It won’t be the same without her.”

The green witch smiled and asked, “If she were here, what do you think would be the same?”

quote from “The Primitive And What Came After”

I don’t understand—
Are guitars and pianos
more than instruments?

Some musicians think
there’s an entire orchestra
in a piano.

A folksinger strums
a guitar one musician
alone with music.

Is an orchestra
civilization itself
man making mankind?

When guitar players
play music alone is that
something more than man?

I don’t understand
civilization or God
but I like guitars.

I like gadgets and
the easy life they bring but
I love music more.

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The Occult Technology Of Lost Songs


Beautiful Queen Of All The World’s Gadgets


This Scary, Pumpkin Time Of Year, Part Two


Tiny Purple Fishes Swim Laughing


Thinking About Arranging “Layla”



‘Lost Horizon’ Versus ‘Camelot’ — #1

‘Lost Horizon’ Versus ‘Camelot’ — #2: It’s May!

‘Lost Horizon’ Versus ‘Camelot’ — #3: Two Different Worlds

‘Lost Horizon’ Versus ‘Camelot’ — #4: Fie On Goodness!

‘Lost Horizon’ Versus ‘Camelot’ — #5: Shangri-La



The Orchestra As A Mythical Creature

Clouds Want To Be A Secret Book

Night clouds or noctilucent clouds are tenuous cloud-like phenomena that are the "ragged-edge" of a much brighter and pervasive polar cloud layer called polar mesospheric clouds in the upper atmosphere, visible in a deep twilight. They are made of crystals of water ice. Noctilucent roughly means night shining in Latin. They are most commonly observed in the summer months at latitudes between 50° and 70° north and south of the equator. They can only be observed when the Sun is below the horizon.

They are the highest clouds in the Earth's atmosphere, located in the mesosphere at altitudes of around 76 to 85 kilometres (47 to 53 mi). They are normally too faint to be seen, and are visible only when illuminated by sunlight from below the horizon while the lower layers of the atmosphere are in the Earth's shadow. Noctilucent clouds are not fully understood and are a recently-discovered meteorological phenomenon; there is no record of their observation before 1885.

Noctilucent clouds can form only under very restrictive conditions; their occurrence can be used as a sensitive guide to changes in the upper atmosphere. They are a relatively recent classification. The occurrence of noctilucent clouds appears to be increasing in frequency, brightness and extent. It is theorized that this increase is connected to climate change.

Night clouds or noctilucent clouds are composed of tiny crystals of water ice up to 100 nm in diameter and exist at a height of about 76 to 85 km (47 to 53 mi), higher than any other clouds in Earth's atmosphere. Clouds in the Earth's lower atmosphere form when water collects on particles, but mesospheric clouds may form directly from water vapour in addition to forming on dust particles.

The sources of both the dust and the water vapour in the upper atmosphere are not known with certainty. The dust is believed to come from micrometeors, although particulates from volcanoes and dust from the troposphere are also possibilities. The moisture could be lifted through gaps in the tropopause, as well as forming from the reaction of methane with hydroxyl radicals in the stratosphere.

Noctilucent Clouds at Wikipedia

They’re happening right now north of here
farther north even than Wisconsin
microscopic bits of iron and ice
refracting sunlight down to our world
from outside our world from outer space.

Is more water vapor rising up
or are more meteors falling down
creating electric looking clouds
where our world meets a world more distant
or real distance itself the real north?

No one knows what they are how or why
but north of here they’re happening now
though what and how and why no one knows
iron and ice and sunlight between worlds
the real wild as above so below.

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“meteor smoke is a key ingredient
of Earth's mysterious noctilucent clouds”

at SpaceWeather.com


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A Secret Book Of Dark Writings



Clouds Want To Be Close To Us


Waiting For Clouds


The North Pole Or Someone’s Garden


Noises In The Darkness Like A Melody


Wisconsin’s Influence On Art And Technology


The Simple Joys Of Maidenhood (Wisconsin)



Psychrophiles In Watermelon Snow


On Songs For Watermelon Snows


Watermelon Rain?

Memories Are White And Yellow Against Green

Sometimes, something happens that seems worth writing about, so then I think about it and think about it but sometimes I never think of anything to write about whatever it was that seemed worth writing about.

Then I either have to abandon the idea and maybe someday come back to it or post about it without any particular focus or idea.

That happened with today’s post.

It seemed like a good idea, but I haven’t been able to think of anything specific to say. So I’m just going to post the basic outline of what struck me as interesting.


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This starts with something that happened last year. Not on this exact date, but right around this time of the summer.

All last summer there were beautiful blue wildflowers growing in a lot next to a gas station near here. When poor Amy Winehouse passed away, I photographed the wildflowers and used the image for my post about Amy.

Then just a week or two later, work crews went in and flattened out the lot where the wildflowers had been growing. They never built anything there, just left it as an empty lot. Grass and some plants have grown back, but nothing as beautiful as last year. I posted about those wildflowers getting cut down.


Now this summer I posted that I hadn’t seen any really beautiful or interesting patches of wildflowers.

Then a couple of small patches grew in the narrow lots around the donut shop. I posted about them last Thursday, and then I stood among them Monday evening and got pictures of the young Moon.


“There are small patches of grass next to the donut shop
and sometimes for some reason work crews don’t cut the grass
and patches of wildflowers grow taller than the tall grass
plain white or yellow blooms against the green of the grass.”

Then Tuesday—the day after I stood among the wildflowers and photographed the young Moon—work crews went in and flattened the little lots, cutting down everything.


So two years in a row I’ve written about little out-of-the-way patches of wildflowers and two years in a row work crews have gone in and cleared out the wildflowers.

This can’t be good.


If they don’t already the wildflowers are going to start hating me.

Animals That Can Rip Apart Eternity

Monday evening I saw bright long bolts of lighting
maybe even meandering bolts of lightning
in the sky behind clouds above the garden shop.

Before the storm moved in the sky was almost clear
and the young Moon was bright above thin wispy clouds
and above parking lot lights at the donut shop.

Meandering sometimes horizontal lightning
looked like electricity trying to rip through
the sky itself to tear apart the sky itself.

The peaceful sky before with the three day old Moon
above the donut shop looked like eternity
crystalline forever above the man-made shapes.

Eternity was gone just a few hours later
as lightning bolts so-to-speak snaked across the sky
animal shapes lashing out in electric rage.

The storm passed but animals that can rip apart
eternity even if only for a time
are moving above garden shops and donut shops.

What shapes will replace the man-made parking lot lights
when rage cracks crystalline eternity itself
permanently and sunlight can’t shine on the Moon?

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I took that photo Monday evening.
The Moon was about 14% illuminated.
The sky was very beautiful with
very thin wisps of clouds and the color
gradations were so smooth my camera
had a little trouble capturing
the colors and values without artifacts
even with no zooming, no cropping
to the image at all.


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A Universe Of Colors And Adding What We Can


Changing Something That Can’t Be Changed



It’s A Photograph And This



Merica Uns On Unkin


Parsimony And Aberrant Forms



A Telescope For Tartarus



“Did Lightning Hit This Tree?”


Steam And Laughter By The Somewhere Tree


Squirrels Of Chaos And Delight


Squirrels And The Lost Mountains Of Tibet

Changing Something That Can’t Be Changed

I Wish ‘Gwen Conliffe’ Could Exist

Research findings show evidence that the phenomenon is influenced by the Earth's distance from the sun; for example, decay rates are different in January and July, when the Earth is closest and farthest from the sun, respectively.

"When the Earth is farther away, we have fewer solar neutrinos and the decay rate is a little slower," Jenkins said. "When we are closer, there are more neutrinos, and the decay a little faster."

Researchers also have recorded both increases and decreases in decay rates during solar storms.

"What this is telling us is that the sun does influence radioactive decay," Fischbach said.

Neutrinos have the least mass of any known subatomic particle, yet it is plausible that they are somehow affecting the decay rate, he said.

Physicist Ernest Rutherford, known as the father of nuclear physics, in the 1930s conducted experiments indicating the radioactive decay rate is constant, meaning it cannot be altered by external influences.

"Since neutrinos have essentially no mass or charge, the idea that they could be interacting with anything is foreign to physics," Jenkins said. "So, we are saying something that doesn't interact with anything is changing something that can't be changed. Either neutrinos are affecting decay rate or perhaps an unknown particle is."

New system could predict solar
flares, give advance warning
Purdue University News

Last Friday was the new Moon and I looked Saturday and Sunday but I didn’t see the young Moon in the west. Here south of Chicago we had scattered clouds around sunset both days this weekend.

But I looked. I’m inclined to think the looking is the more important part. The seeing is great when it happens, and it does happen, now and then, but I think the looking is the important part.

“As for you, my son Solomon, know the God of your father, and serve Him with a loyal heart and with a willing mind; for the Lord searches all hearts and understands all the intent of the thoughts. If you seek Him, He will be found by you, but if you forsake Him, He will cast you off forever.”

1 Chronicles 28:9

I want to get this one other thing out of the way. This is kind of a loose end of a loose end, but I’m going to do it anyway.

I mentioned a few days ago that when I’m sad I almost always look to music or astronomy to find something to cheer me up. That’s true, and it’s been true for years and years.

Every now and then I have the opposite problem. Every now and then I get so happy that I feel, so to speak, out-of-balance or some such thing. Then I try to get my mind back into a more neutral mood.

Over the weekend I had a bit of an adventure that was kind of fun and someday I’ll be talking more about it. (It was like that solar neutrino stuff—impossible stuff somehow happening.) I felt I needed to calm myself down a little. Now, I know I just said I wasn’t going to talk about Smallville any more, but I’ve got this one last thing.

When I’m sad, astronomy and music almost always cheer me up.

When I’m too happy, I watch the final episode of season three of Smallville, the episode called “Covenant.” That’s the start of the story arc of Lana becoming the witch—she ends the season by leaving Smallville and going to Paris. At that point in the saga, Clark and Lex both love Lana and although she loves Clark, she has decided that nothing will ever happen with him so she is going off to begin a whole new life. She is just friends with Lex. Lex knows she’s only his friend, but he is trying to be a good friend and help her get her Paris trip together. When Lana goes to the airport, Clark is supposed to drive her, but his life is falling apart and he gets involved in something else. Lana takes a bus to the airport. Lex drives over to the airport to say goodbye. Clark finally gets there to say goodbye, too, but he sees Lex and Lana (Lexana!) embracing and doesn’t want to impose.

And over all that, a song called “One Moment More” by Mindy Smith is playing.

That always does it for me. No matter how happy I am, that always brings me back to reality. Or rather reality as I experience it. Whatever.

It has become a famous moment from the show and someone has uploaded the sequence to YouTube. It won't embed, but if you click the pic it links there:

Indigo And Sepia: Sparrows In The Sun

My favorite thing about watercolor painting
is that you think about things if you do it right.
You think about what moves you, what doesn’t move you.
And what’s important about the things that move you.
You abstract things and create a new synthesis.
Do you need an infinite palette of colors?
Do you need details, fine lines and clear boundaries?

Today I saw four birds on a sign in the Sun.
Look. I can prove it. These are the four birds I saw.

To me sparrows in the Sun always look happy.

Does it matter what kind of sign the birds are on?
I walked over and checked. It’s a parking lot sign.
Some painters might call that anecdotal detail.

To me sparrows in the Sun always look happy.

I like this image. But it isn’t a painting.

I carefully composed a foreground and background
then digitally zoomed in until artifacts
overpowered everything in the composition
then I carefully zoomed out until artifacts
and images achieved a kind of dynamic
harmony. A technological synthesis.

It’s not film grain. And it’s not pigment in water.

But it is four sparrows on a sign in the Sun.

If I painted it, it would look a lot like this.

I gave it a lot of thought. The technology
played along, indulging me, let me think with it.

I think sparrows in the Sun always look happy.

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Passages Between Worlds


Cars Are The New Birds


A Mystery: Paintings Never Painted


A Squirrel And A Donut For Ever And Ever


Vanity Fair Magazine In A Book Store Café


Victoria’s Secret



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I like this image a lot but to be honest
I spend a lot of time wondering if
an image create through photography
—even an image that is carefully
pre-visualized and carefully realized—
I wonder if an image derived from photography
really is comparable to painting
in any way, in any real way.

I don’t know. I wish I could
paint well enough to have created
a painting like this in a reasonable
amount of time, without many
false starts and wasted efforts.

But careful photography
lets me work in a way so similar
to the way I think I would work,
(I meaning thinking, thinking, thinking)
if I were painting that it is hard
for me to give up the conveniences
of working digitally.

The end results
—I mean the end results
I would get, or think I would get—
seem so similar that I just don’t know.

If anyone is interested, here is the
actual photograph I took and then
manipulated using Microsoft
Office Picture Manager to play with
the artifacts and composition. I
took the picture late this afternoon:

A Universe Of Colors And Adding What We Can

Tomorrow is Friday and tomorrow’s the new Moon
and that means Saturday or Sunday the thin young Moon
might be visible in the west just after sunset
a pale orange crescent set against the still blue sky.

There are small patches of grass next to the donut shop
and sometimes for some reason work crews don’t cut the grass
and patches of wildflowers grow taller than the tall grass
plain white or yellow blooms against the green of the grass.

The wildflowers now are growing next to the donut shop
and this weekend I’ll be next to the donut shop too
and I’ll be studying the sky even though I add
no color to the scene I’ll try to add what I can.

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This is a short post but it took me
a long time to think about before I tried
to write it. It is kind of a sequel—in a way
I can’t really put into words—to a couple of posts
from a while back that I never, until now,
thought of as being related.

To Make A Song To Sing About Walls

Associative Editing Techniques

At some point in the future I’ll be returning
to this stuff, but I’m not sure when. After
a lot more thought, though.

A Personal Tower Of Babel?

Today’s post is a kind of loose end.

Over the years, there are some topics I’ve posted about a lot, and there are some topics I feel I’ve posted about too much. Or, rather, at least I feel I’ve said everything I’ve got to say that’s worth saying.

For instance, parking lots. A while ago I decided to do no more posts about parking lots. That decision didn’t work out very well. I’ve talked about parking lots about a dozen times since I decided to stop, but I’m still trying to stop. I just kind of figure enough is enough. Actually, I remember exactly when I decided to stop talking about parking lots. It was the day before I did a post about Taylor Swift in a parking lot. My decision didn’t last even one whole day.

Folklore Of The Carnivore: Taylor Swift


Another topic I’ve tried to stop posting about is the TV show Smallville. I mean, what the hell, it’s been off the air for a while, and I stopped watching it after season six anyway, so it’s been more than five years now.

But for one reason or another I find myself coming back to Smallville. Usually it’s some reference to Lana Lang.

The Fons Et Origo Of Lost Worlds

This Makes Me Think Of “The Swan” Too


But I figure enough is enough.

Still, there is one more post I want to do about the show that I’ve never gotten around to doing. This is a pretty famous conversation—among fans of the show I mean—and it already appears on a lot of blogs. But I want to do it because it’s such an interesting bit of dialog. To my eyes this is a pretty unique scene for a television show: A flat out philosophical conversation between a father and son, between a supervillain and a villain.

This is from season four, the episode “Sacred,” when all the characters are chasing after the so-called “Stones of Power.” This is the same story arc I’ve posted about with Lana becoming the witch.

Love Sonnet With Piano Wreckage And Worms


This is supervillain Lionel Luthor talking to his son Lex, who so far is only a regular villain.

I’ll have one little thing to say about this after the quote:

LIONEL: “You have a ferocious desire to find all the answers, Son. But don’t let your search for those Stones turn into your personal Tower of Babel.”

LEX: “I’m not trying to get closer to God, Dad. I’m trying to solve the riddles He’s laid out for me.”

LIONEL: “Did you ever think there might be a reason why we weren’t given the answers?”

LEX: “To challenge us?”

LIONEL: “Or maybe to humble us? Knowledge comes from finding the answers. Yes. But understanding what the answers mean is what brings wisdom. Men who didn’t understand the difference have been the ruin of some of the world’s greatest civilizations.”

LEX: “Is that why you stopped looking for the Stones? Because you’re afraid?”

LIONEL: “No. No, I stopped because I realized that even if I find the three Stones, I’m not going to find what I’m really looking for. And neither will you.”

That’s pretty cool stuff.

And it’s pretty cool writing.

It is an interesting conversation in itself. And the two characters are both villains to one degree or another. So although it’s an interesting conversation, it is even more interesting because viewers know both characters are lying, to one degree or another.

Lex is searching for the Stones to become God-like. Lionel hasn’t stopped searching for the Stones at all and, in fact, soon will almost kill a woman to obtain one of the Stones.

So these characters, these villains, are having an interesting conversation and even though it’s interesting, it is only verbal fencing. It’s like banter, but it’s so well done that it is still worth listening to in itself.

That’s pretty cool writing.

Good writing is interesting even when the reader steps back, moves outside the context of the original text.

Cognitive Blur #4: Supergirl


You don’t really see that too much today in any medium—content working on many different levels, on the surface and then at another level after a little thought, and then, too, at another level after even more thought.

I miss the early years of Smallville. It was an extraordinary TV show. And I miss that kind of entertainment in general. Most stuff today in all media isn’t interesting on any level.