redolent RED-uh-lunt, adjective:
1. Having or exuding fragrance; scented; aromatic.
2. Full of fragrance; odorous; smelling (usually used with ‘of’ or ‘with’).
3. Serving to bring to mind; evocative; suggestive; reminiscent (usually used with ‘of’ or ‘with’).
Redolent derives from Latin redolens, -entis, present participle of redolere, “to emit a scent, to diffuse an odor,” from red-, re- + olere, “to exhale an odor.”
Sun shined through my slatted shades, and from above. My eyes drew open and I could see down an infinite hallway. Newton was striding towards me, perspective gone all arbitrary.
“You have been meddling with the primal forces of Nature, and you will atone! Hey, Scotto! What movie is that from?”
His nostrils flared and his eyes glittered with feverish hilarity. Closer now.
I went to sleep late last night, but I set my alarm for 10:30
I had fallen asleep.
I may have dropped discipline, but my training was still on duty. Dreaming 101. Look at your hands.
I looked at my hands.
Just like Don Juan taught Castaneda. People usually don’t see their hands in dreams. Look at your hands and take control of the dream.
I slammed the door shut but knew it wouldn’t hold long.
I was on my feet, with a days growth of beard. Khaki pants, green and white striped shirt, and for shade’s sake, a USS Nautilus ball cap. The sun was a bright yellow beam of heat and light beaming into my room. I turned to Newton and said “So, what’s the plan, little buddy?”
He looked me dead in the eye and said nothing.
– Modern crash test dummies cost about $100,000 each, and every part of their construction is regulated by law. That’s a lot of effort and money – for an item (entity?) that exists only to be destroyed.
– In the past, crash tests and the like used corpses, animals, or even living people as experimental subjects. In some respects, the dummy is the proxy for the living being that should be killed or hurt – possibly for the guy who developed the modern dummy, a researcher who used himself as a subject for crash tests.
– tie-ins to Roswell and Nazi Germany, but the program’s still running.
Two possible artifacts:
– A dummy that’s survived test after test; it never seems to ‘die’. Now it acts as a protective artifact of sorts; drive with it your car, and you and the dummy will both escape unscathed. The cost, of course, is that the injuries don’t disappear; they’re just diverted to some other poor person.
– A dummy that’s a proxy for a person; injure that person, and you injure the dummy instead. But the dummy becomes self-aware by experiencing pain – and when it finally comes alive, it wants revenge…
I just saw William Shatner almost accidentally drive his spaceship into the sun, and somehow end up with webbed fingers. Yes, cable is now showing old Outer Limits episodes! Which tells me I should put some digital ink to digital paper, and spit out something. I wonder if I’ll bother with cable in my new place, or get one of those fun little $79 satillite dishes.
My mind is awhirl with potential today. Something great will happen, though I’m not sure what….
A new apartment? Showered with pixie dust? A new, better, amazing job? Some scintillating new insight regarding the woman I love?
Heck, I don’t know. I do know that this day is pregnant with possibility. I’m feeling good, very good about it.
This here is a song of protest.
It’s dedicated to my late friend, Croco.
It goes something like… this.
Hey Croco…. we’re sorry that you’re dead.
Hey Croco…your death was by vio-lencia
By that woman emma….. with a big fat GUNNN-uh
[everyone]
Hey Croco…. we’re sorry that you’re dead.
Yeeeeeha!
Thank you. Thank you kindly
Talk to the shepherds. I’m going to bed. Had a lovely long talk with my sweetie, and now I need sleep.
ni-nite.
et in arcadia ego.
yucky. follow at own squeamish risk.
http://www-ec.njit.edu/~jkc1763/fb.htm
http://acc6.its.brooklyn.cuny.edu/~phalsall/images/bndfeet2.gif
http://www.bdsm-online.com/articles/chinese_foot_binding.htm
Gold! I’ve struck gold!
Apartment, allows Newton, good rent, within 3 blocks of my old place, so I don’t have to relearn Neighborhoods. Open house is tomorrow at 2pm. *does the swim, then the monkey.
Oh, if it’s good, and they’re nice, I wonder if I could slip in there next week? Get all my moving done while mah sweetie is off doing other things elsewhere…
Welll, if anyone was going to send me stickers, wait until I post my new address…. Hoody Hoo!
More room for me, and my stuff, hopefully coming soon!
Three lights and a speaker, or a robot pondering the existence of his hands?
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Text search… I think I wanted most of all. Now I can be more lazy with my memories… and just key in “turd health” or whatever. 🙂
text message from Joel, my Cab driving buddy –
Pilot episode “Broken Bow”, Klingon crashlands on earth & must B returned 2 Qo’nos against the Vulcan’s advice. Joel
Hmm…I wonder if he’ll have a turtle-forehead like the movies, or be smooth like the old series?
Oh, by the Way, My name is Scotto, and I’m a dork.
I’ve always been intrigued by the ancient custom in China of binding women’s feet. I’ve never seen an actual picture of what they end up looking like but have heard them referred to as “lotus blossoms.” Do they end up looking like a claw or just little tiny feet? Was this an attempt to further control women by crippling them so they couldn’t get away? Jean, via AOL
genuflect JEN-yuh-flekt, intransitive verb:
1. To bend the knee or touch one knee to the ground, as in worship.
2. To be servilely respectful or obedient; to grovel.
Genuflect is from Late Latin genuflectere, from Latin genu, “knee” + flectere, “to bend.”
I walked 47 miles on a barbed-wire
Got a cobra-snake for a necktie
I built a house by the roadside
Made a rattlesnake hide
Got a brand new chimney up on top
Made out of human skulls
Come on baby, take a walk with me
And tell me who do you love
Who do you love?
Idea Swiped whole cloth from sanssouci, Enter more than one name for each, if you have a few you’re very fond of.