“The time is ripe,” said Glenstorm. “I watch the skies, Badger, for it is mine to watch, as it is yours to remember.”
- C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian
I got up at 8 this morning and, lo, there they were. And low. Again. This is the fourth day in a row, by my count, of intensive spraying operations in the skies above Pittsburgh. Fortunately, the gods have a lot more in store for us today than another humdrum dose of goo.
I read last week in this City Paper article that Julie Mink’s film “Tardigrades” will be playing tonight at Film Kitchen. As expected, tardigrades in anhydrobiosis did just fine in space recently, all specimens surviving vacuum, a few even surviving direct exposure to cosmic radiation. Tardigrades are such tough bastards, I bet there’s even a species out there that can wipe the floor with those creepy Morgellons fibers.
Here’s hoping!
Much as I’d love to chat with Julie Mink and bask in tardigrade-related coolness, I’ll be playing a show tonight at Modern Formations with Colin Baxter and company. Billy Wright and Sara Emily Kuntz will read some poems and Dean Cercone will also perform music, so if that’s more up your alley than tardigrades, or if you want to chew the fat about chemtrails or whatever, swing by.
Also transpiring in the heavens this morning, a Soyuz bearing Ultima series game designer-cum-space tourist Richard Garriott docked with the ISS.
Perhaps Garriott will have a better view than our chemtrail-obscured one of all the Ashtar Command spacecraft/Bluebeam holograms scheduled to appear today, or perhaps he’ll be orchestrating the display from low Earth orbit and the chemtrails are all just part of the show.
Whatever else happens, Mercury will shortly go direct and tides you didn’t even know were there will turn sharply along unexpected vectors.
To all my pals and to all sentient beings, hang on (but not too tight), have fun and cuídate!
