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Space . . .

Planet Spock.

This week NASA and the Space Industry have a craft which has almost gone into orbit around the minor planet Ceres (which I am honorarily renaming 'Planet Spock', in honor of Leonard Nimoy, who died this week). Ceres is not a moon of any other world. It is its own world. And humanity will now have a 'probe' (which is an unfortunate term) in orbit around it.

I'm looking forward to hearing what the new data shows.. Some parts of Ceres (Planet Spock) seem to have a larger reflectivity, or a different coloration, than other parts of that world. When we see what look like craters we can surmise how they were formed. The fact: we do not know. There are very many ways for circular areas to appear. It could be from surface melting, like if it were a type of waxen material, the way that wax looks when you melt it from a center spot. They might be from impact, but then how would they then be so perfectly circular? the impact melts the surface? That creates a circular area? That doesn't seem to happen on Earth. But, depending on Ceres' composition, it may, in fact be made of what we consider ice, perhaps C02 or some other type of material? I don't know. I guess I could look up what the current speculation is on the subject.

Well, if I think to do that later, when I'm reading about it next time I see it as a news story, or if I go to the NASA.gov site and find information there, I'll try to remember that I wrote this little piece and maybe I'll come back here and write more on the subject of just what is it, really, this minor planet, Ceres. And do Space aliens live there?

Well, I thought I'd maybe faux-dough shoppe a picture of Ceres with an insect leg or part coming out of the place where it seems of lighter color. Or maybe a zombie arm coming out of it and grabbing at the space probe. And then an animated space zombie leaping from asteroid to asteroid. And then legions of animated space zombees leaping form asteroid to asteroid, like a swarm of locusts. And then them swarming around in space far above the world and forming . . . letters . . . with their dead body part arms and legs as a type of space zombie font. And it spells out:

Make love not war!

Suddenly it's
the snooppulator drone come bweep
bweeping
across the scene with
it's message
from the 
fussy-will-tell-ya:
"we invested heavily in the
scarey scary
zombee genre to
try and scare peple
into living in a fear ful world view
and we can't have you
sending
mixed messages 
with our six and twisted 
operaant conditioner (makes your hair the most
        pliable, shapely, you'll
have a sheen
    like gilded
         flax)"

"No you didn't. You never did
any of those things."
"Ya, you're right. 
Go ahead,
give out your stupid hippy message."
"Don't tell me what to do."
"You could just delete this whole section."

But mistakes, mistakes are not
so easy to fix.
People say a lot of different things
some of which are true.
Forgive them for the part that isn't.

Sun Studios, Memphis, Tennesee
Sound City, Sunny, 
California.

Feb 24, 2015

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Don't you think
to jeer or mock
we've come and gone
to Planet Spock.

Don't you ever taunt or jeer
don't bring derision here
we have a solution to all your talk
beaming at you from Planet Spock.

Is it ice
or is it rock?
made of clay
or chaulk?
is it occupied?
Planet Spock?

Or, if there is little or no joy
and they say, oh, you silly little boy
you can't use this name, it's trade marked don't you know.
"We can call it Planet Nimoy!"

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Music music music music music music!

Hey, cool news! Brian Wilson and his band are releasing their new album on April the Seventh, this year! They have already a selection of partial tracks, as well as one complete track.

Here is a link to Brian's new album No Peir Pressure at Google Play.

I would love to share a picture or two of the maestro:

Mr. Brian Wilson, Oct 2014, Modesto, CA

Mr. Al Jardine, Oct 2014, Modesto, CA

These guys gave a great show!

"Ah, acid radio . . ."
Years ago I'd be tripping on a long drive,
not really tripping, like LSD tripping,
but trippin', off on some 
sculpted ridgeline
off in the far away
driving in the early AM
before getting onto
where ever it were that I would be getting on to.

And it would be Norm
at 3 A.M.
And it was 'just so darn nice'
he'd be going home to Norma soon.
But she left
and left too soon.
And left too soon, too soon
almost as soon.
You could hear him
crying on the radio
in his soul
as if defeated
crushed by the loss
and missing her.

Other times it would be
Bruds
telling us all about his buds
and he had a brillient shine about him.

Or it might be drive time
and I'd listen to a guy
who
is going to get 
out of the business.
He, too,
got out of the business,
out of the business too soon.
Too soon.

So don't think
that all your talk
is something new,
or that what you do
is not an ancient tradition
goes back to the ancient days
of the 1950's.
Fairness
is rarely fair.
And they always take their toll
extract their fare
and skim
at their whim.

Ah, the late day is over and gone
the children have all put their toys
back into their phones
and everyone has gone back to the rooms
where the walls are made of televisions
and if they aren't sure 
which door
leads back to the real room,
their place to rest
sleep
escape the urges of those who urge too much
and got your story written for you
before you even have your shoes on in the morning.
Midnight
at the silent place?
They don't ever go there.
I go there.
sometimes I hear Norm, Bruds, or Jerry.
I tell them to go and rest.
They leave me.
it is silent.

So now we have Bradley Jay
and the tradition of late night radio
remains.
Rest in peace
all you midnight talkers
gone to ground.
We've still got our A.M. radio
squacking up a sound.

When you switch between the stations
hand on the knob
you can almost hear them still talking.
their message
bounced off towards the hills 
and kept on bouncing forever.
gone
and back
energy
can never be created nor nor destroyed.
What about a good idea?
That people can talk civilly
and unrestrained
politely
and that no one needs to oversee
from agencies that fuss too much.
You know they aren't listening at 3 AM
dreaming
what Heaven might be
where do thoughts go when we stop having them?
How hard is it, really, to travel by train in Europe?
Do we really need to be frightened by things we hear
                   about in the news.

Sometime between midnight and dawn
after the night has gotten on
someone is talking,
maybe in their sleep.
She listens there, fighting her urge
to weep
he is not here
but someone is listening
and they are praying for her
that sleep will come
what dreams may come?
you'll have to ask her
when she rises up singing
weep no more.
Sleep
sometime between midnight and dawn.





You, too can go live in Sunny, California

You, too can go live in Sunny, California

3:496 P.M. EST, Feb 16, 2015


clean water, even for enemies.
delete your delusions.

Celebrate 
 Christ!  

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prune, don't wait till June.
cut it out, song of the Moon!!
Moon will be rising soon!
song of the Moon
will be rising soon.

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Praise the Lord!

Don't you know
his name
by now?

I really wish
ya did.

Don't you hear
his voice
by now?

I really think 
you can.

Don't you know
he helps you out
when you need him too.

You don't have to explain
to everyone else
all the things he do (for you).
              

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