Tuesday, February 10, 2004

This just in from Darter, my dispatcher from down under.
As in KY. The state, not the jelly, fercrissakes.
Take this fab link to a place that will mesmerize, educatimize your self.
My non-ending Dem Love.

Monday, February 09, 2004

Not one to start my own conspiracy theories, I've noted a few things, while glancing at the captions to images of Mars, beamed to the NASA geeks - beamed onwards to all of us would-be star-gazers, theorists, and generally distrustful.
Two quotes:
This close-up image taken by the microscopic imager onboard the Mars Exploration Rover Spirit shows a portion of the rock dubbed Adirondack before dust was wiped from its surface by a brush on the rover's rock abrasion tool.
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The rover also drove over Adirondack (seen in image bottom center), the bright rock that was targeted by Spirit's rock abrasion tool, on its way to a rock target called White Boat.

Do you see. They are using the language of vacation. Adirondack. White Boat.
Dig this, people. These NASA people know something that we don't. Mars might not just be a neat place to jet off to, to spend billions to have Marsanauts land upon it, we might have to live there as this planet is on the verge of having every last H2O molecule destroyed, polluted, sucked up by the microchip industry. They want desperately to find water on Mars. To find one small hope that Mars had life before turning into a roan-colored dust bowl.
Heavy Monday thought, I've had no coffee.
Spatial Love.