Color

This blog needs a picture or something.

Maybe I’ll make another movie.

Stasis Man

I miss my kids. I miss the one in Australia most, because she is so far away. I hope she is doing well.

I miss the other one less, because I see her every day, but I still miss her when she’s not around.

I love those guys.

I was at a party. A friend said, hey you got a haircut.

Yeah you like it, I said.

It looks good, she said. Half poet, half Nazi.

Okay, I said.

I love my friends too. Three people sent me links via various media to the badgermin when I asked for theremin design suggestions.

I was going on about a middle rail in the freeway lanes for electric cars to Gamma again today. It would eliminate the need for big batteries, I said, which is the only way electric cars will ever be affordable. She said I should tell someone, so I’m telling you.

I was thinking about Teh BUg. I liked that comic, but I don’t feel buglike anymore.

I dunno.

Maybe I should do a different comic strip. Stasis Man! A superhero who thinks he’s glued to the wall.

My cello teacher sorta scolded me about not knowing the circle of fifths yet, so I’m reading up on that.

Reading up. It’s like, half a page. Depending on the size of the picture of the circle of fifths.

Stasis Man!

New wardrobe

I was picking out clothes.

I had this medium-length tan coat, similar to what Steve McQueen wore in a movie. Bullit I think.

And this knit cap, like what Daniel Craig wears in a scene or two of that remake of that brutal Swedish movie about the reporter and the hacker, which I happen to like (the cap. And the movie, as it so happens, despite the brutality).

It was kind of a strange combination, and wouldn’t look good on me, I don’t think, but this was a dream.

I was going to see my dad. I was real happy about that in the dream.

I was still happy when I woke up; then I remembered that my father passed away years ago.

Suddenly, the dream was disturbing.

My wife says I was moaning and groaning in my sleep.

Remember the old days of blogging, when we wrote about our dreams all the time?

Yes, why not?

Yes, maybe you should.

As long as it doesn’t hurt anybody.

Including you.

You only live once.

Yes.

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Theremin design advice sought

I’ve mentioned subscope theremins here before, recently. Here is the thing: if I do buy one some day – and I hear they sound as good as they look – besides the problem of financing one, there would be the even tougher problem of deciding on the design. Because it is so flexible. Basically, the instrument can be built in any container one desires. Looking at the site, I find most of them very attractive. I like the little suitcase model, I like the acrylic tube model. I like the wooden boxes.

What do you think would look good? A slim acrylic box? Something else? Animal skulls and creepy dolls are out, just FYI.

Results of the 2012 metamorphosism.com International Valentine’s Day Limerick Contest

My sincere gratitude to all who braved arbitrary rule changes and worked to make this year’s limerick contest a lot of fun. There were some amazing entries this year. I was going to single some out for special praise, but who has that much time?

My thanks also go to this year’s judge A.C. Teathorn who despite a whale-watching trip to the Azores found time to do the work of choosing the winners.

And here they are. If you would like to comment, please do so in the original contest thread.