Stephen Hawking is Wrong

According to Mr. Hawking, life does exist on other planets... but we should do our best to avoid contact. He makes the claim that the landing of an alien presence on Earth would be akin to Columbus' landing in the new world, "which didn't turn out well for the Native[s]". Essentially, Hawking fears "aliens might simply raid Earth for resources, then move on."

Well, Mr. Stephen "Rainycloud", what if the aliens really aren't the Cold War Era monsters that dominated the silver screen of the 1950s? What if they're more like the aliens that started showing up in the late 70s? What if they're super-cool and we become best friends? Why you so negative?

"Surely you jest," you may say, "How can Man ever be friends with extra-terrestrial beings?". You laugh. Then, my alien wingman comes in from the other room. He puts a hand on my shoulder, and snarls something in his native tongue, something like, "This chap bothering you, Captain?"

You pale, and extend your hand to me. A shocked expression splashed across your face. "I was so wrong," you say as you glance at my intergalactic friend, then, back to me, "please, forgive me."

And I'll say, "no".

Then, the last thing you see would probably look like this.


[he sees angels in the architecture, spinning in infinity, he says, "Hey, hallelujah"]

An Ode to Springtime and bicycles

Oh, you ladies of Spring that ride your bikes about the town, how I adore thee. You are Grace. Elegance. Hair floating in the air, catching the breeze and the bright golden beams of the sun in such a perfect way -- you put the moon to shame.

Do you realize it's you that keeps this crazy world turning? The birds singing? The trees budding?

And like the multitude of angels from long ago, you bring glad tidings of great joy: Spring is here, finally, and Summer is right on its coattails. Dear ladies, may God bless you, and may you forever ride.


cheers,
Stephen


[The sky could be blue, I don't mind, without you, it's a waste of time]

SHATNER!

If you have any interest in the man, the legend, William Shatner, I recommend you read this article from GQ magazine. You won't be sorry you did.


[And I think it's gonna be a long, long time]

The Perfect Road Trip Songs, pt. 2

Indiana is "Let it Bleed" country.

It was Sunday afternoon that my Brother and I decided on an impromptu Road Trip to Hersher, IL to spend Easter with family. Of course, to get to Illinois from Michigan, a stretch through Indiana is inevitable (Unless you're a stupid and you decide to go through Wisconsin, but that doesn't make sense, bimbo).

As we made our way through the tiny towns of Indiana, each with a charming, one-stoplight main streets and signs comprised of chain-link proudly displaying the emblems of local churches, the vintage country twang of 'Let it Bleed' just seemed to fit like a glove, specifically the title track.

I used to hold the misconception that the Rolling Stones were just 'Gimme Shelter' and 'Jumpin' Jack Flash', that is, until someone bought me Let It Bleed. Very dusty, very country, in fact, 'Gimme Shelter' sounds too produced and rock 'n' roll for the rest of the album. I guess that's ok, but just remember, if you're driving through Indiana, you'd be better off starting on 'Country Honk', then just put the cruise control on and let the album spool out.


cheers


[She said "this one will bring you love", and I don't know if it's true, but I keep it for good luck]

Herscher

I walk in the dark.

The air is crisp.

The storm has passed now.

The fresh grass sings.

Windmills on the horizon pierce the night.

pulsating in red unison.

A heartbeat.

'We're out here'.



Coyotes cackle in the distance.

Danger looms.

Still, I walk in the dark.



[They spun a web for me]