The following is a sample from my first novel, “Share The Moon, Episode 1, Aina’s Dreams,” available directly from me through Amazon or in my own store! The previous chapter is here. Enjoy!
Chapter Thirty-Three: Aina’s Dreams
“I’m just going to grab some leftovers; don’t worry about meeee!” the smiling girl must have sung, but Fuzz could only hear it, head stuck in bowl and all, a little in the background. He need not respond, either, he thought, due to the uncertainty about who she was talking to, pretty sure he had achieved invisibility by then. Continue reading “Chapter Thirty-Three: Aina’s Dreams”
The following is a sample from my first novel. Hint: it’s about a cat named Fuzz and a girl name Aina!
Chapter Thirty-Two: Aina’s Dreams
“How many times will we have Beef Wellington today!” Aina kept the smile going as she rocked, up and … yes, feet on the floor … to deliver some food to Fuzz, for sure!
“Make it so!” would be what Aina said usually, doing her best “Picard” voice, and not bad for a girl, Fuzz thought … when the actual food delivery took place, and this moment, which was happening right now, is, for Fuzz, the most wonderful blend of technological imagery and stark, hunger satisfying, undeniable, reality. Continue reading “Chapter Thirty-Two: Aina’s Dreams”
In the morning, Esteban felt refreshed! He remembered the dream, and it felt annoying and distracting, and he was excited to go to the palace and make sure the extermination went well. When he got there, his men approached him, and one, not knowing he had hired an exterminator the day before, but knowing he loves when people give cats as gifts, had a lovely shiny black one for him, which made him happy. He rejected it, though, on the notion Continue reading “Share The Moon – Episode 2: Esteban Escobar – Chapter 2: The Mouse”
Great news! I’ve completed my second novel, the follow-up to “Share The Moon, Episode One, Aina’s Dreams.” This one, “Share The Moon, Episode Two, Esteban Escobar” introduces the second life of amazing talking cat Fuzz. Also returning is leading lady Aina, and you’ll meet one of the world’s most dangerous drug smugglers!
I’ll publish chapters until you’re finished! A great new adventure! Tell all your friends! Let’s go!
Bigness diminishes accuracy and need for accuracy.
Details get lost in space.
Our human concept of accuracy fades with size; in such a way that if someone told you cars were invented in the 1700’s, you’d tell them they were way off, by a hundred years … if they said the pyramids were built in 3000 BC, you could suggest they’re off by about 400 years, but it’s not too important; and if they said the Big Bang was 15 billion-years-ago, the adjustment might be oh, give or take, although it’s even less important, a billion.
Despite the uncertainty the third item actually happened, which is a pitfall of happening such a long time ago, even a strong supporter of its theory might not be terribly upset if everyone were off by a just, say, a few hundred thousand years; we’d still be “very close!” But when cars were invented? Don’t be an idiot!
A surprise birthday party (then maybe a nap on the beach) is a great way to see what’s important to people, which might not be what’s most obvious, might get us thinking about why it’s important, and also shows how people inter-react (without conversing) with “no harm done.” We’ll see the Universe around us is not “container-able” in more ways than just size-wise.
Society, as a focus, balances based on invisible, unspoken agreements among all of us, which are based on those things historically not throwing us off balance; easy-to-agree-to things, mostly, but not always.
At the moment of “surprise!” the innocent birthday celebrant has to suddenly react, and in an appropriate way, no matter how he felt a moment before. So, appropriately, he smiles as if he is being treated like a king, all the time wondering how the stint was pulled off, and still standing beside the person who walked him into the rigged room, the person who deceived him the most.
But it’s all in good fun, and everyone has a grand time. The concept of a universally-assumed opinion is the very core of society. It’s what we do when we don’t ask permission first; almost everything. And it’s bilateral; an unsaid conversation; but it’s based on history, our knowledge of what’s been done before; we all know it, understand it and agree to the degree we’ll wager a sizable prank, time, money and even the risk it might go wrong.
Members of a species usually don’t cannibalize themselves; why don’t sharks eat each other? The question is fundamental.
It’s an example of things that are unchangeable, intrinsic to nature, that almost appear to be decisions, in such a way that they’re not scientific or mathematical but could be seen as unbreakable instincts among creatures, where survival of the species is the natural inclination, or the result of specific engineering, as in the case of millions of ants, but it’s all done by nature without human intervention, and a mostly marvelously complete and satisfying experience.
Nature, our world, our creatures, protect themselves and procreate naturally, and strength is filtered into the future naturally; if this is happening with all life, from ants to humans, shouldn’t it also be happening with the planet itself (and yes, despite us humans and our aerosol spray cans), and the Universe too? Shouldn’t the Universe have this same “personality,” revealed in nature to us as regeneration and promise for the future?
The tools nature uses are the important message. While we struggle with math just because the Universe is large, all around us creation uses a different platform, a distinct universal decision-making process based on a purpose, not on math, a process that’s dynamic and self-healing.
These kinds of tools (balance- not digitally-centered) are not generally used in science when the scale of study becomes astronomical or microscopic, but maybe they should be … or, at least, Continue reading “An Objection To Objectivity”
At the risk of ruining your jolly happy attitude, and possibly to straighten out a crooked one … here’s some serious stuff …
Ch. 3 from my book “A Candle Lit”:
The Definition of Alcoholism
Alcoholism is fear-forced comfort-seeking behavior that forms a negative cycle that can resist repair and cause permanent mental imbalance.
It’s key symptom is not “drinking,” but “alcoholic malbehavior.”
It is caused by the repeated use, and subsequent over-use, of alcohol to escape fear, resulting in failures, which creates a cycle of cravings, denial and negativity, subsequently resulting in the fear worsening. It lives in a timeline cycle.
It is an attempt to douse fear with alcohol, with short term blinders on, and an abandonment of discipline. It’s definition is very specific.
It’s a series of bad decisions based on ease of obtaining alcohol, alcohol’s acceptance by society, and it’s short-term calming effect.
We can only see to the edge of the observable universe.
What does this sentence mean?
The “edge” is said to be 15-billion light-years distant.
Smart scientists (and screenwriters and journalists) need to check their use of the English language. A “So and so says” or an “It’s believed” can go a long way!
What does it mean to say we can only see to the “edge” of the observable universe? It’s a sentence in a vacuum! “Edge” sounds purposefully, fantastically unscientific (edgy almost), dramatic, as if there were a visual (observable) “edge” (while I admit “Edge Of The Universe” is an excellent name for a documentary), and the word “observable” nixes the need for the sentence altogether. Even when we understand the intended meaning, it’s a real loss of credibility. Even when not intended, science is riddled with hyperbole and misinformation.
If we’re currently studying to the edge, we’re done!
We’ve seen it all!
That could be true if we took the exaggeration in the opposite direction! Doesn’t feel fair, now, does it! If it was anything but the universe and we could see to the observable edge of it, what else is there to see? Stick the word “universe” in any sentence, and it stops sounding simple and factual! The race’s grandest theories are a harsh playground.
The “merger of media” is a good thing. It’s happening all around us, and makes us clench our collective fists every day, while also giving us a new way to talk about why we’re clenching them.
It’s a good thing! For example, an actress, after the Oscars, stripped off her expensive designer dress and dove right into the swimming pool … on Instagram!
Did I say that out loud?
Well, it did happen, and it was included in the news report about the Oscars! It wouldn’t have happened when I grew up. We didn’t have little hand-sized super computers that we could use to video us taking off our clothes and hopefully getting it on the news. It was impossible back then. You would have had to have someone accidentally find your video tape, then, clearly violating your intentions, nefariously distribute it, themselves, by hand (sort of), over the newly-developing Internet, as some stars like Paris Hilton Continue reading “Say It Out Loud! The Merger of Media is a Good Thing!”
Billions of dollars and a hundred years spiked with fruitless theory may not sound like the human race is getting far in its study of its own world,
but the frustration around the science is one thing we do know for certain.
This is a quote from the website “Space.com”: “In 2014, scientists announced that they had detected gravitational waves left over from the Big Bang using the Background Imaging of Cosmic Extragalactic Polarization (BICEP2) telescope in Antarctica. It is thought that such waves are embedded in the cosmic microwave background. However, further research revealed that their data was contaminated by dust in the line of sight.”
I’m not making this up!
Could-a been Einstein was right …
Could-a been some dust!
Maybe they just need a “BICEP3,” and maybe it’d be designed to see what it’s looking for, invisible black holes, instead of just the invisible gravitational waves that support black holes theoretically! There’s something not only expensive but preposterous Continue reading “The Press’s Version Of Some Things”