Aug 13, 2011

Memento Mori

Dust is not theoretical.
It settles everywhere,
covering every living thing.

Bits of our skin, mingling with our pets' fur,
asphalt from the street, soil
from the garden, crumbs
from our last meal together.

Seen in a kindly light, you could say
it's a residual offering
from our discarded selves
To our current proffering.

Mar 15, 2011

In the aftermath of the Earthquake and Tsunami, this poem came to mind...

Ozymandias

    by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveler 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 sands stretch far away.

Sep 30, 2010

Love the moon: don't blow it up!


In 2009 NASA, in their infinite wisdom, decided to use explosives to see if the moon has any water resources we can exploit. We think this is a very bad idea. If you don't like the idea of blowing up the moon, please donate!

Love the moon: don't blow it up!

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