yeah? there's definitely something extraterrestrial in these pictures, however i've concluded the debris is just a weather balloon. " the scrap metal debris to the right of the trail"
have to admit that the alien man is pretty compelling though. Hard to argue with the jettisoned tractor tire too. All self-respecting alien crafts carry tractor tires
the alien i saved from distinction, he is propped up against a big tree and is guarding the waterfront down by the river. the shots actually do show the moon rising in the east along nearly the same path it followed last month nestled between the trees lining the street in front of our house. i wanted to capture both the moon & the sun on film last month when they followed almost identical paths. the following night, the moon was so far over,.i didn't get the shot. it would return 27 days later but the sun was gone. i was actually looking for spica;but my pictures didn't turn out.
well, you had to try taking all the fun out of it, huh? given our ethnic origins though, i'll take a shot at it anyway. we have to assume that the modern usage of the term you allude to doesn't mean there are any germans (used in world war I), puerto ricans, mexicans, pacific islanders, spaniards, or italians on spica. of course, we don't know yet, as i said, my pictures didn't turn out. we can safely assume that there are no hillbillies on Spica i.e; "Random House Historical Dictionary of American Slang, Volume 1, H-O" by J.E. Lighter, Random House, New York, 1994. "1900.In short, a Hill-Billie is a free and untrammeled white citizen of Alabama, who lives in the hills, has no means to speak of, dresses as he can, talks as he please, drinks whiskey when he gets it, and fires off his revolver as the fancy takes him.", or, for that matter, any honkys..."the era of jazz and jazz clubs (either Chicago or New York)where a "select few" female singers would (after the show)go to the street and solicit sex. But, unlike today where prostitutes walk the streets, they would stay in the building until a car drove up and honked (usually a white male)---thus... here's comes a honky". (i didn't hear anything) .it is entirely possible that because of the original usage of the word, also said to be from "no spica di English" [US slang, early 1900s], that the life forms on Spica are spics, no pun intended.
I like that "no spica da ingles" ! How bout these?. "Here-a no evil, spica no evil, see-a no evil" "I ain't got no money this week cause I went and spent it all on this new 15 inch spica for the car stereo system" "Why do you worry about the spica your brother's eye..." "Mine's spica than yours!"
and on, and on...
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I have just passed another milestone, my ninth year anniversary on my
present job. There was no fanfare, no bells, whistles, or confetti, not
even an acknowledgment of a goal seldom reached in the notoriously
revolving door of the hospitality business.
In my young and restless days, I would have strongly considered moving on
after five, so, how did this happen? Maturity, you say? Complacency?
Losing sight of a vision of always moving up and onward? I can tell you
now, those restless feelings are still there, but somehow, somewhere,
they are reshuffled to the back of the deck, to make room for the
different hand that has, more recently, been dealt. Impulse gives way
to reason, and desire yields to necessity.
If there is one bit of advice I have for the new generation, it is to make the most of the
spontaneity and vigor with which you envision life's challenges and
crossroads, for these are the moments that will define you as you
approach that "oh, so far off middle age".
Seldom is life so generous as to give you that second chance, which is in us all, to
start anew, and if by circumstance we do, we are not the same. There is
no fearless desire to run naked through the woods (although I've done
it a time or two at far, far, too old), there is no expediency to being
number one in the crowd. There is no longer "Me" and "Now". There is
however a different kind of boldness. I am not afraid of things that go
bump in the night. No longer do I fear hunger, or illness, or
unemployment, nor despair, because I have been visited by all these
things, and I have endured, and I know there will be tomorrow.
With our increasing age comes our greatest strength, and this is experience,
and the wisdom to pass it along to our children, and to theirs. In this
day and age there are many who may contemplate that there is no God,
or, there must be many Gods, but now, more than ever, I can fervently
say, and without a doubt, God bless my children, and keep them from
harms way, for where I lead them, they will follow.
-----byron c.
The
direst foe of courage is the fear itself, not the object of it, and the
man who can overcome his own terror is a hero and more.
- -- George MacDonald
"Go placidly amid the noise & haste & remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly & clearly; and listen to others, even the dull & ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud & aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain & bitter; for always there will be greater & lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not fein affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity & disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue & loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a Child of the Universe, no less than the trees & the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the Universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors & aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery & broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy." -Max Ehrmann ["Desiderata"]
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