Sitting on the kitchen counter of my parents house there is an old ceramic turtle which also happens to be a bank. It is my father’s, a souvenir from his time in Oklahoma (I think). The tail of the turtle is chipped and one of the legs has been glued back on.
I believe there is something we can learn from turtles, maybe they have something to teach us.
Recorded in Vernal, Utah on July 17, 2008
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There is a cave outside of Vernal, that according to legend, has no end.”
On a recent trip home I came across my father’s down vest. As a youth I only wore his vintage clothes, wore them till they were threadbare. Finding this artefact, relatively well preserved, I believe, is a good omen.
I remember seeing meteorites falling to earth. I remember wishing on them. The skies of Vernal have been a haven for the stars. Since the invention of the light bulb man has tried to separate themselves from the natural light of celestial bodies, with some success. Which is why I’ve found a recent article about meteorites so puzzling.
It appears the US Congress has given NASA the task (ordered) to find and track every orbiting body of rock that has potential to crash into our planet. The article was recent but it gave a weird sense of déjà vu. Hollywood had been fascinated with idea in the late 90s—and who would not be.
Our lives are so painfully boring. each day just like the last, seasons come and seasons go. repetition rules our world. repetition by itself isn’t rhythm. When the repetition is disrupted, becomes unpredictable, our interest peaks. We wish on the falling stars.
Fear kept me inside today. Still, things are alright I have plenty of food and water, enough for a few weeks, and I’ll be eating well. I may run low on water, but I can always go to the river, I have a purifier. I have drawn the shutters and closed the blinds. The dead bolt is locked, and the latches are closed, the lights are off. My phone is on but has remained quiet. So now I sit in my bed and read, and read. In a while I’ll make breakfast, something nice. Maybe French toast with oranges or perhaps baked eggs—I have got the time.
They say the Chesapeake Bay was formed by a impact crater. It feels good to live on the edge of something so significant the planets history. I’d like to live near the impact crater that led to the extinction of the dinosaurs. It would feel good to sit and think of our own demise in a place like that.
It is eleven fifty-nine now and soon it will all be over, Black Friday that is. That ad-hoc holiday created by greed but somehow appropriately grimily named.