"Has all

the blood been drained out of me? " thought the kelp as it saw its reflection in the pool. "Why, I'm only green, now."

It's time

to go to Moss Farms, and see how the moss is growing and how far it has spread -- seems to be out further now.

"Once," says the old farmer indicating the vast moss field, "these rocks were bare. But now you can't even see them for the moss." I'd never even known it was rocks under the moss. Hadn't really thought about that. He continues, "They said it wouldn't work, but it has, it has..." He's done talking for the day. Now its time to just stare out at the moss.

Muhshroom belts, moss fields, dingy canals? What is it that I'm asking for?

One wall

of my office is entirely cork. Why did the builders stop there? Why not four cork walls? ...then I could have giant tacks to pin my books to the walls.

Do you think

that "Satanic Impulse" would be a good name for a brand of coffee?

There is

an inconsequential canal running through your city. The canal is narrow, but spacious enough for a small boat, and there is a walking path next to it. Very rarely you pass by it and you hardly notice it. Or if you do notice then it strikes you with a moment's oddness, and you wonder why you never noticed it before, but you wonder this (or overlook it) every time that you see it.

On the back of "Upwingers"

a book by one Esfandiary, it says:

"I am Universal. I translive all over the planet. Learn via Unicom. Have many professions. Am involved with many people. Consider all children as mine also. Neither Right nor Left - I am Up."

This (the bold) reminds us of a song. Which one?

A day of borrowing...

because I am not the painter of this, its "Sinbad the Sailor" by Paul Klee.

On re-looking at stuff by Klee lately I haven't liked much, but this one I still do.

Mystery

First, this picture was not taken by me, but stolen from the vast reaches of the web.
Second, it's awesome.
Third,...

The past

has become unscrewed from the present.

Today's

question was: What is the single most important thing you can know about another person?

And I haven't a clue anymore. Somehow this question might have seemed important to me a few years ago (how many I'm not sure) but now it just feels faded, irrelevant, stale. Maybe new people just don't matter all that much anymore, and the people I already know, well I already know them. Or maybe new people matter plenty but not for any predictable reason or in any single way. Or maybe its just that I'm not 17 or 23 anymore, and haven't been for some time.

You might just keep going

till one day you think, "I'm playing a losing game". And then its time to change ways.

Discrimination

is the basis of taste.

Not so much

movement. This is not a voyage on a boat. This is not trip of the bicycle, nor a long hike. It is sitting at the desk. Sitting, sitting, sitting. And now for a song:

Six little ducks that I once knew
Fat ones, skinny ones, fair ones, too
But the one little duck with the feather on his back
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack
Down to the river they would go
Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble, to and fro
But the one little duck with the feather on his back
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack
Back from the river they would come
Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble, ho, hum, hum
But the one little duck with the feather on his back
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack.

For a more sophisticated version:

Six little ducks that I once knew
Sad ones, happy ones, some like you
But the one little duck with the feathers on his back
Waddled to his mama with a quack, quack, quack

Quack, quack, quack. Quack, quack, quack
Waddled to his mama with a quack, quack, quack

Five little ducks that I once knew
Silly ones, funny ones, some like you
But the one little duck with the feathers on his back
Waddled to the shore with a quack, quack, quack
Quack, quack, quack. Quack, quack, quack
Waddled to the shore with a quack, quack, quack

Four little ducks that I once knew
Jolly ones, bright ones, some like you
But the one little duck with the feathers on his back
Waddled through the water with a quack, quack, quack
Quack, quack, quack. Quack, quack, quack
Waddled through the water with a quack, quack, quack

Three little ducks that I once knew
Old ones, young ones, some like you
But the one little duck with the feathers on his back
Waddled up a hill with a quack, quack, quack
Quack, quack, quack. Quack, quack, quack
Waddled up a hill with a quack, quack, quack

Two little ducks that once knew
Play together, just like you
But the one little duck with the feathers on his back
Waddled by a frog with a quack, quack, quack
Quack, quack, quack. Quack, quack, quack
Waddled by a frog with a quack, quack, quack

One little duck that I once knew
A happy little duck. the same as you
This one little duck with the feathers on his back
Waddled to his family with a quack, quack. quack
Quack, quack, quack. Quack, quack, quack
Waddled to his family with a quack, quack, quack