Pilot's Log

Dream overnight:

I'm climbing a ladder and reach the top, and try to see over to the other side, but I find that I'm NOT perched atop a ladder--I'm on a huge stack of books. They sway under me and I quickly and carefully find a safe path back to down to the floor. I manage to get back to solid deck without falling or toppling the stack.

Does this mean my attempt to go back to school this year will be a failure? Does this mean I should do something else?

Sagittarius Horoscope for week of March 18, 2010

The Hebrew word chalom means "dream." In his book Healing Dreams, Marc Ian Barasch notes that it's derived from the verb "to be made healthy and strong." Linguist Joseph Jastrow says that chalom is related to the Hebrew word hachlama, which means "recovery, recuperation." Extrapolating from these poetic hints and riffing on your astrological omens, I've got a prescription for you to consider: To build your vitality in the coming weeks, feed your dreams. And I mean "dreams" in both the sense of the nocturnal adventures you have while you're sleeping and the sweeping daytime visions of what you'd like to become.

Well, I suppose I've been doing that lately. In the course of this journey, I've reconnected with my older world and the older versions of myself. I've seen places that inspired passages of Chillin' Out, and I've found new fodder for projects real, spiritual, artistic and intellectual.

Watch this space. The return voyage and debriefing to come.

Wheels Of Futures Past.

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The art of the story. The tales my imagination tells me when I lay down to sleep every night.

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It's never the same thing on any two given nights nor mornings.

Got the facts from my dreams. In another reality, inhabited with another version of my being, today is my birthday, not the 15th. My wife surprised me with a birthday party at our home, with all of our friends and family attending.

I don't know who she is in this world. I don't know if she even exists here, or if so, whether our paths had ever crossed.

The home seemed familiar but it wasn't Peachtree, and CERTAINLY wasn't Rather Manor.

In that other world, I am successful in the ways that matter here. My glimpse into the other side was too brief to see what dark clouds went into the silver lining or the golden year.

But I have this intuitive thought: however jealous I may be of my other self's life, that other fellow must be jealous of mine in equal measure. So I need to know, S-Prime, what is it that you can't do that I can? What dreams of yours do I need to make true in this world? I have a New Year's Resolution coming, and I can give it to you to fill in the blank. My intuition tells me this is vitally important.

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I'm not the dating kind. Tho' I have to admit I was contemplating writing a fanfic about myself and Agent Prentice of Criminal Minds being forced to spend a weekend together.

Remember my post about Sparkplugs: The Swindle? Had another one of the dreams last night. Same filmmakers. They made a parody prequel of Spaceballs titled Spaceballs - (Minus) : The Menace Attacks Revenge...basically doing the lampoon job Spaceballs did on the initial Star Wars movies for the prequel trilogy.

It was about the child who would grow up to become Dark Helmet, of course. The main sequence in the first reel was a demolition derby, and Dark Helmet was sore that as the only surviving driver, he wasn't declared the winner...only problem was that all the officials, most of the spectators, all of the media and all of the citizens of the spaceport hosting the event were killed off in the derby's collateral damage. I gave up on watching the rest because 1) I never SAW Spaceballs; 2) I haven't seen most of the Star Wars prequels.

PS: In my travels today I went to a flea-market I know. At the zone that sells action figures, old video game cartridges and comic books, they had a replica of the Assault Rifle/pegleg from Grindhouse. As bizarre as I thought it was I thought "I bet my Facebook buddy Paul already has one."

An Old Theme Of Mine and I want to revisit it again.

If there were such a thing as a Capri today from Mercury it would have to be based on the Milan; the Milan is the smallest car they make and the choice of powerplants nearly matches in spirit what was available in the Capri. The Milan's wheelbase is about half a foot longer than the Capri's so that will have to be altered, but that can be done between the aft corners of the front door frame and the rear window/rear fender front line.



Since we are going from a four-door to a two-door configuration, the flanks of the cabin can be reinforced on the sides for better rigidity and stability. We might even expand the engine compartment a little for more powerful drivetrain hardware.

You could accuse me of reinventing the Mustang--and you'd be partly right. But it's relatively easy to just rebadge a Mustang. It was tried TWICE by Mercury, and neither time was particularly successful. I want to take the sports coupe concept in a direction that I know would work.

Of course, my own sandbox is too small to play in. Born in the Week of the Titan. Hmmph.

Luckily I can get this out while it's still fresh and undo its crazy before it gets too far in my mind.

Somebody recorded a funk/novelty song titled "Feed Those Babies". The video tried to be cute and kid-friendly, but came across as pedophilic near-pr0n. It didn't help matters that Oprah Winfrey debuted it on her show before actually watching it herself.

I only saw about twenty or thirty seconds of it before my mind "switched channels" and woke me up.