pursuant to previous post -- keeping you posted

I learned some physics, relegated chaos theory to the realm of intuition. (Intuition was made for that, right?) And then I started learning and reviewing some history -- history that really affected my generation X -- history that fits my memories and the premise of my new project. And of course the project is the reason I undertook these studies.

Quotes from Star Trek 28 The City on the Edge of Forever

Capt. Kirk: Arrives where? Honolulu, Boise, San Diego? Why not Outer Mongolia, for that matter?
Spock: There is a theory. There could be some logic to the belief that time is fluid, like a river, with currents, eddies, backwash.
Capt. Kirk: And the same currents that swept McCoy to a certain time and place might sweep us there, too.
Spock: Unless that is true, Captain, we have no hope.

In the New move Star Trek by Bad Robot, they really took this and ran with it. You could almost see the currents and eddies. And all the sky-diving and beautiful atmouspheric footage hinted at the analogy.

What I'm trying to do in my new project is to take this and run in a slightly different heading. It's time to review the language of chaos theory. I'll keep you posted.

Inf Charlotte

Gardening is Queen of Chores

Mom saved my day today. Our 14-year-old retriever, Charlie, had dripped diarrhea around a large area of floor, making a huge mess. Of course it was my job to clean it up because, unlike anyone else in my immediate family, my back is just fine and I can bend down very easily. My mother encouraged me to put in the time to clean up the mess before breakfast, and I'm so glad I did. And, left to my own devices, I almost certainly would not have done that. Left to my own volition, I don't know how it would ever have gotten cleaned up!

And then there was gardening. I was unusually groggy this afternoon, even contemplating taking a nap, when my mother insisted I start my gardening chores. I don't get to garden every day so I was able to remark on my experience gardening today. Literally hundreds of generations of human beings have banked their time gardening, so it's little wonder that this activity soothed the anxiety that can accompany other pursuits -- the anxiety borne of fear that the moments are somehow not being put to their best use. I had a pretty good day because I was able to borrow volition from my mother. And that is how humans have handled things for hundreds of generations -- borrowing one another's volition.

Don't get me wrong. I think that in general duress is a bad thing. But this encouragement I enjoyed today stopped short of being duress. And whatever it was, it worked out well for me in this case.

Monday Monday

I drove my father to the TV station where he's camping out today.

Strains of "Revolver" stream through my browser.

Um, um, what else? I forgive myself for looking a little ratty and drowned today. The heat wave is just passing.

Laundry is on the agenda for today. I need to pull together loose ends and make a fresh, new to-do list. I need to deal with a parking ticket someone with a similar license plate to mine racked up while I was out of town. The grant I might qualify for deserves looking into. And my legs need to be waxed. A freelance writing assignment needs to be finished and polished; while another one has died without a kill fee. Let me explain. It's not on me. The scientist who discovered the thing I'm supposed to write about wrote to me, saying essentially that no one has yet undertaken the primary research that would have allowed journalists to write the type of article I hastily undertook last week. The publisher's guidelines state clearly that this will sometimes happen and that, in this case, the article is killed (probably sans kill fee, which sucks because I put in the time.) It's just that, the publisher hasn't given me the final word on this particular case, which leaves me a little nervous. (What if they found another scientist? What if they decide not to support my decision?)

My depression has lifted a little, probably because it's around my 4th day on the rag. Anxiety and depression seem to lift the first day. I imagine it continues to dissipate throughout my period, but I don't really pay enough attention to know if I can expect that in general.

"Revolver" is one of my musical contemporaries, as I put it. Although it was released and charting around the time I was born, many of the songs were airplay-popular again a few years later, when the Beatles broke up. The album is a substantial part of my childhood.

John and Yoko Dish about the big Duce?

I'm playing "Revolver," just remembered my take on "She Said She Said --" It sounds a little like John and Yoko talking about childhood memories of World War II. My version:

He said
Baby the Atlantic was blitzed
She said the Pacific was bombed
And they're making me feel like
I've never been born

This Poem is Hereby Copyrighted by Me

Josie went to space
and sang a song
to English-speaking aliens
who danced along
now her story was simple
and not too bright
but I'll bet you old red
got just one thing right

I think aliens would love our music
terrestrial song is just what this galaxy needs
aliens would love our music
be they hatched from eggs
or sprung from tiny seeds
yeah
aliens would love our music

Vic Fontaine sang
In an antique style
All the creatures in the holosuite
Came to stay awhile
And listen to the syncopated melody
Odo snaps his fingers just like you and me

'Cause aliens would love our music
terrestrial song is just what this galaxy needs
aliens would love our music
be they hatched from eggs
or sprung from tiny seeds
yeah
aliens would love our music

Now I'm gonna go
right down to SETI
and hook up my amp
and rock all ready
I'll tell all those creatures
in outer space
if they want some more
come jam with the human race

Aliens would love our music
terrestrial song is just what this galaxy needs
aliens would love our music
be they hatched from eggs
or sprung from tiny seeds
yeah
aliens would love our music