dream – cooking genetically engineered vegetables
I should start writing my dreams out again. They haven't been unpleasant, but are mainly associated with a work activity for jobs that would be new to me, or to most anyone.Last night I was working for a research facility, most likely the one associated with the Hadron Collider. The work would be fascinating, but my attention was on other people and their complex relationships and discussions. All the while, as I watched and listened to people and their emotions, I was attempting to nuke some large green and orange vegetable in the microwave. It would not cook evenly because it was too dense. In my mind it was a cross between carrots and broccoli that took a form that resembled a kohlrabi (round with things sticking out of it) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kohlrabi. Thinking about it today, I'd say it was like a giant everlasting gobstopper from the original "Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory." I couldn't cook it through to the center. I don't imagine it tasted fine either.
never forget
http://www.azstarnet.com/news/local/crime/article_94ef0e7c-64dc-5f2c-a945-26adea68a3a1.htmlI still think about Joan all the time, at least once a month since her disappearance in 1986. I keep looking for information online, but haven't found anything in all this time except the cold-case file recently posted by the Arizona newspaper. She was a co-worker of mine. I waved at her each morning when driving my kids to the sitters, as she took her morning trip on her bike to the mission. She seemed so independent-bold, and I admired her, because it was not something I would do traveling by myself - never let your route become predictable. There must've been some other crime that occurred that made me wary. I saw her talking to some guy at the intersection of Mission and Valencia, but can't remember when exactly that occurred in relation to her disappearance. I don't recall if that's the last time I saw her, or if it was at work. The last time I spoke to her, she'd put a blue streak in her hair. No one else was doing that at the time. Seemed strange for her too. I don't know. It still bugs me, like I'm missing something, but there's no other information. Yikes, I should be sleeping....rambling.
day residue
I got a perfect score on all my papers, got A's in the classes. Yay! On the final in one I only managed 82.5. Class average was 65.75 so I wasn't the only one struggling. It's funny that overall in the past few quarters, I score better taking two evening classes a quarter rather than one. It must be that there is no time remaining for distraction. But I won't do it again. It sucks the life right out of you after work.All I know is that I must finish, even while so much else in life seems in jeopardy.
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So anyway, mutual dreaming contest afoot, must release day residue so it doesn't populate my dreams.
My mind has been absorbed by something I read in a radio transcript of an interview of a searcher. One of the speakers said more than once that the little town "was on the way to nowhere." An outsider is less likely to have abducted the little girl, because of the location of the town "on the way to nowhere."
Personally, I agree it is less likely for an abductor to be an outsider.
Yet,the town isn't at all "on the way to nowhere." It's part of the Olympic Peninsula loop.
Tonight, I was in a convenience store. This fellow is in the corner, unfolding maps and seems distressed. "Where am I? I've no idea how I got here," he finally confesses. A man behind me in line says, "We call it Felony Flats." The stranger grinned. He wants to find a campground at the beach.
I've heard people describe our own town as the end of the road on the way to nowhere. I think it is actually the end of a particular road. But it's also on the loop, the beginning or the end depending on where you start, and the beach.
Maybe going around in a circle "is" going nowhere in a sense, but the sights are amazing. And you can get coffee and a map in Felony Flats. ;)
I forgot why I started talking about this. Oh, to clear my mind..
missing
Lindsey Baum has been missing since June 26, 2009 from the small town of McCleary Washington.http://findlindseybaum.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCHgDFuaM-4&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofmFpCJY8hQ&feature=related
Calling all angels
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAKF3_hCSNs&feature=related
the quaker
I had been working on a paper on IBM. It seems I always choose the computer industry, having written on Dell a few times and Cray and now IBM. It's really pretty fascinating and I consumed a lot of time understanding the product rather than following the money. Sometime late Saturday night I fell asleep and dreamed I was at a picnic and there were representatives of at least 5 computer firms there in business suits. There was one fellow standing there dressed as a pilgrim..or a quaker. It was Jackson Browne. He was singing "Didn't we believe in Love".I woke up and he was singing a concert on TV. I'll have to pick up a CD. Why was he a pilgrim in the dream I wonder? Maybe it was Thanksgiving, but there were no tables or food in the dream.
I added a table to my paper.
None of the computer dudes brought a turkey. Maybe that's a good thing.
What if he was a quaker? What would that mean?
