dream!
the flip side of reality
sunday, june 17, 2007
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saturday, june 16, 2007
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friday, june 15, 2007
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thursday, june 14, 2007
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wednesday, june 13, 2007
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tuesday, june 12, 2007
conan needs this
something to do with a water filter that filters on demand... you push a button on your bottle, it fills, you drink.
monday, june 11, 2007
interstellar alien culture package tour
I'm planning a vacation in a faraway natural place. Maybe it's British
Columbia, maybe it's a bike trip. I'm already there, with Wendy and and another
couple we may have just met.
I've gone ahead to scope out possible routes and camping places, and we'll meet
up at dusk. The first few days we'll hike through the woods and foothills. It is
raining off and on, and while it rains (and when the sprinklers are on) I duck
behind this wall or into that open unused storage shed.
I'm really pushing for interstellar travel. A local tour company has started a
series of trips to nearby inhabited planets. this sounds fascinating and amazing
to me. Opportunity of a lifetime. Maybe we'll hike for two days and then spend
the rest of the week on another planet, expanding our view of the universe and
life in it by interacting with an alien culture, and then return home.
While I'm checking out the camping, it was someone else's job to look into these
arrangements. Well, when they finally meet up with me near the surf and sea in
the shelter of the forest storage shed, the news comes in: the trip to the
nearest other planet takes eight years, in suspended animation. You then spend
as long as you want on the planet, and the return trip is also eight years. But
in the meantime a thousand years have passed on Earth, and you have so many
sugars in your blood from the suspended animation that you then start to die as
if from AIDS. Big price to pay, maybe still worth the rare opportunity to see
alien life, but unfortuantely we just don't have the time to be gone a thousand
years, what with only having a week of vacation.
So that idea is shot down, but hte upside is now we have an entire vacation's
worth of exploring to do, totally spontaneously! No itinerary or expectation!
Maybe we can drive around the Southwest...
On the way home, Nieto and I walk through a neighborhood in Berkeley with houses
from the teens and 20s. A young couple is cooking dinner one as we pass by... it
smells so good and when we poke our noses through the open door to smell it
more, they invite us in for an impromptu self-guided tour of the house. They are
making sandwiches. Mike goes all out and plunges into their cluttered house, and
up into the bedrooms. I'm more inclined to let them have their privacy and go
about finishing making the sandwiches so I hang around the front door and call
for Mike to return but they insist (I believe only out of obligated hospitality)
that I follow him and take a good look.