Is it wrong to worship a telescope?

Ahhh... big waves of creativity are crashing onto the shores of my little brain! I labor to find the balance between the real world and the place I like to live in my head. I need to start thinking about Art Walk. I am enjoying working on some larger collages, but I have a zillion pendants to make. The collage above is one of a series that features doorways and windows. The little house is/was (?) in New Orleans. I hope it survived.

The weekend lurks and lures. It is whispering all those promises again. You'll get so much done. I've heard it all before. Sunday afternoon waits smugly with a pile of incomplete tasks. Still, it's Friday and I'm really glad!

stranger and stranger...

from Reuters~ WASHINGTON (March 15) - Cosmic nebulae usually look like blobs in space, but astronomers using the Spitzer Space Telescope reported on Wednesday they have found a nebula twisted like the double helix of DNA.Nobody has ever seen anything like that before in the cosmic realm," said Mark Morris of the University of California, Los Angeles. Most nebulae are "formless, amorphous conglomerations of dust and gas," Morris said in a statement, adding that this one "indicates a high degree of order."
The discovery of the twisted nebula, which stretches across 80 light-years at the center of the Milky Way, the galaxy that includes Earth, was reported in the current edition of the journal Nature.
A light-year is about 6 trillion miles, the distance light travels in a year.
"We see two intertwining strands wrapped around each other as in a DNA molecule," said Morris, lead author of the Nature article.
DNA, which forms the basic material in chromosomes, has a molecule that looks like a twisted ladder, known as a double helix.
The strands of the nebula may be torqued by twisted magnetic fields at the Milky Way's center, Morris said by telephone.
These magnetic fields are indirectly spawned by the gaping black hole at the galactic heart, he said. Black holes are massive matter-sucking drains in space, pulling in everything around them so powerfully that not even light can escape.
But before the matter falls into the black hole, it swirls around its edges. This rotation twists the magnetic fields, which in turn twist the nebula's strands, Morris said.
The nebula is relatively close to the black hole, just 300 light-years away. Earth is more than 25,000 light-years away.
NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope detects the infrared energy emitted by objects in space with high sensitivity and resolution, enabling it to clearly see the nebula's distinctive shape.
03/15/06 13:43 EST
http://www.spitzer.caltech.edu/spitzer/index.shtml

damn! I missed it!

look up

The Horsehead Nebula...

aaahhh... now I remember... rhyme and reason.

Clear as mud, but undeniable.


http://hubblesite.org/gallery/

Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
the lone and level sand stands far away.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley

Between Amarillo and Canyon, Texas,
on highway 27 and Sundown Lane,
Stanley Marsh( the Cadillac Ranch creator)
has erected a pair of legs...

my kingdom come

Look at this fine crown-
starry and bright
it sits on my head
like a minaret.
I wear it at all time
to remind my subjects
of... well, their subjectivity.

My kingdom?
Smallish, oddly shaped.
Were someone
(cartographer? impressionist?)
to put it to a map
I would insist on choosing the colors.
I do have some sway.
I am far less concerned
with boundaries and such.

My hold on it is wispy,
as thin as a widow’s veil.
Revolution brews under the doormat.
Radicals crouch in every corner
and construct clever schemes,
draw complex diagrams.
They rub their hand together
as they dream of my demise.

I was born to this-
heir to chaos,
inbred and redundant.
It is all I know.
The trappings fit me
like a perfect, truer skin.
I stir up the occasional scandal
to remind the proletariat that I am privy
to a realm of sin
that is beyond them,
debauchery on a plane
they dare not imagine.

My impotence is legendary
but I am undisturbed by that silliness.
I do my job-
invoke a bit of fear,
present the good face
to our rag-tag, worthless allies.
I wear the ermine and the emeralds
and indulge sometimes
in a wine-soaked dream of abdication.

perspective

I live on a big round ball.
I never do dream I may fall.
And even if one day I do,
Well I'll jump off and smile back at you.

I don't even know where we are.
They'll tell you we're circling a star.
Well I'll take their word, I don't know
But I'm dizzy so it may be so.

I'm riding a big round ball.
I never do dream I may fall.
And even the high must lay low
So when I do fall I'll be glad to go.

I live on a big round ball.
I never do dream I may fall.
And even if one day I do,
Well I'll jump off and smile back at you.~~~Jesse Winchester

Oh, if only I could go... but, alas, Monkeyland is no more. Damn PETA...

today I saw a sign..

some days are too raw, too beautiful and it is just too hard to reconcile my heart and hands...

little boat on a big sea

Perfect weather today... I would give it a prize if I could- a big trophy with a barometer on it or maybe a golden weatherman. I have no idea why I'm inside.

eureka!

There you are... waiting for me by the Fun House. I should have known.