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Hello Earthlings, Hello NASA (thing)

2013-01-01T19:11:51Z

Hello Earthlings, Hello NASA
Here I am @ Gale Crater
It is very orange and oranger
And they say I'll have some fun when I shoot my laser.

I went searching for some water
I don't need it, but whatever.
You remember, nuclear power
Is what drives my wheels to go ever onward!

In the distance, is a Mountain
I'll go up there, meter countin'
where I'll get some sand collections.
and then I'll turn around and come right back down again.

Now I don't want that this will scare ya,
but I think I've got pareidolia
Like that rock there, a banana,
Or that Martian waving to me from his cabana!

Take me home, friends from Nasa
Take me home, out of this crater
Did you really mean, 'A one way trip there'?
I might just join the Martian intifada!

(written on the occasion…

December 20, 2012 (personal)

2012-12-20T16:51:32Z

About two months ago I buried one of our cats, digging into ivy-root clogged earth with a trowel and gloved hands along with my wife as we pulled up stones and rich dark dirt until we reached clay, our breath steaming in the cool autumnal air. We picked up the box, the base still warm from her body-- which was wrapped inside by a scarf, with a witch-stone, knitted mouse, old old dried rose and leaves-- and set it inside before standing and weeping, filled deep with loss and sorrow.

Zot was one of those cats of which they say the mold was broken after birth. I first met her while visiting heyoka, and she took an instant liking to me, shown by leaping down from the tallest shelf of the bookcase in the Soho flat onto my shoulder scaring the fucking daylights out of me, followed by rubbing the underside of my chin with her face between pacing from shoulder to shoulder behind my neck.

One day over two decades ago a bike courier was on a…

E2 Bugs (thing)

2012-11-17T19:43:55Z

heya.

softlinks to "Letter to the Editor of WomenCentral@microsoft.com" show as "http://everything2.com/title/Letter+to+the+Editor+of+WomenCentral%2540microsoft.com". which i guess is 'cause of the @ in the title. see Is anorexia genetic?

Update 11 April: after being informed it looked fine on FF, and I saw it looked fine in Safari, this appears to be only occuring in IE 7 for me.

Another bug, or just not implemented?:
Notifications settings gives me an option that will notify me when "a writeup of yours gets edited by an editor or administrator." It hasn't! also, would this include a draft? Only the author can edit a draft - dj...unless collaborators are added! -gnarl

when logging in (browser: Safari) while on this page (node_id=817023) the url changed to this, and i get an error message that the page doesn't exist.

Node tracker…

Calton Hill (place)

2012-11-06T18:26:05Z

When one emerges from Waverley Station in the city of Edinburgh in Scotland, one has three distinct hills within view: the Castle Rock where its castle rests, Arthur's Seat to the east of the city, and to the northeast Calton Hill, with Scotland's 'National Monument' and the Nelson Memorial its most striking features from below. Visitors to this city are advised to head straight to the top of Calton Hill to enjoy the view of the surroundings (perhaps to see all of the seven hills the city is said to have been built on), and then circumnavigate the hill, where many more treasures for the eyes can be discovered.

With a very old domed observatory,…

Timeline (place)

2012-11-03T19:55:59Z

Timeline is the title of a sound installation by the artist Susan Philipsz which took place in Edinburgh, Scotland, from the Second of August, 2012 to the Second of September, 2012. A brief descending choral exultation occurred at 1 pm every day emitting from speakers set at points from Edinburgh Castle to Calton Hill, aurally marking the amount of time the sound of a cannon shooting at the castle travels between those two points.

The cannon, known as The One O'clock Gun, fires at this time six days a week, skipping Sundays and a couple holidays, and has been doing so for over 150 years to note time for ships unable to see the time ball installed at Calton Hill. Nowadays, of course, this is just a tradition, there being easier and more accurate ways for ships to know the time, and mainly serves as a way to differentiate between the tourists and the residents by who reacts to it. Yet if this tradition stopped, it would be severely…

answering machine (fiction)

2012-11-02T19:51:26Z

Empty matchboxes.
Answering machine.
Message.
Dust on the sill.
Long time gone.

One forever afternoon wipe a finger across the sill and motes spark on the slanty light. Stride over room, shoes mashing the boxes under heel or tip sending them scattering, to reach machine.

Rewind.
Guttural mouse squeak bracketed by snappy switch clicks and a low beep. Instead of stopping to hear the last message, it's the whole of the tape. "--ay? No go on coffee. Still out in the boondocks with the rents. I'll call."
Falling off chair rope swing click hangup clatter; lots of these, sometimes several in a row, serving as rhetoric or elliptical punctuation between other messages, sometimes preceded with long silence or a half-spat epithet. Once following: "...I ...thing... I... thing... i... havethewrongnum--"
Messages of…