The Future

2011-Sep-09, Friday 04:05 pm
Bwancha Swamizu, a child(that is his name) is in a museum learning about his history. According to the floating fiber-optic parchment eons ago the last species that ruled his home planet went extinct millions of years before from starvation in a climactic depravation. Supposedly a high carbon algae went extinct first then there was climactic change, then chaos, then hunger, then war, then nuclear fallout.

“Shmamsa?”, he called out. His mother came to answer whatever questions she could. He wanted to know if it was all true. She waited patiently. He told her he learned that they were now the third known species and that during the Jurassic and Triassic Periods, but that they became extinct and were followed by a more intelligent and smaller species in the Quaternary Period. What will happen to us?

“Krasmindingu”, she replied with a smile on her face. This was the secret to all of their balanced nature and put him at ease.

I would translate it for you but I have no idea what it means.

What means harmony to you?

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2011-Sep-09, Friday 12:12 am
Today was a fabulously fun day. I slept in which was nice. I rescheduled an appointment for the following day to preserve fuel and emissions into the world, and because, well. Maybe I was a bit lazy too. I thought fondly of the city's great library and wrote a blog to help people with their windows. It was a blog that I planned earlier in the week and snapped a few photos at a job I had worked on to accompany the blog. I hope someone gets some use out of it someday. Then I actually had to go to the library to publish it. That was worth a giggle since I was just thinking of being there earlier that day with Lia. While I was writing I was listen to chillout radio and sharing videos or romantic space travel. It was the highlight of the writing process. How to blogs are kind of a drag to write in comparison to the things I really like to write about. Fantasy trumps reality almost all the time. I wonder if my long distance relationship is a fantasy that won't be as swell in reality, but then I remember that we are two real people sharing real thoughts and real feelings and I get even more amazed and nervously excited about my heart and what it is doing.

As a side note: someone picked on a friend of mine and remembering another's feelings of helplessness and desire to be defended, and knowing this wasn't the first time some bullying happened I went in and stood up for my friends. I strapped on a set of brass balls and boldly spoke my peace, by calling out a power mongering bully. Fuck yeah!

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