Quantum Entanglefloof
Quantum Entanglefloof (floofinition) – 1. A cosmic, mystic connection between animals, or between an animal and human.
In use: “Even when separated, quantum entanglefloof kept Sharry and her cats and dogs floofchronized; they knew when she was coming home, no matter how she arrived nor the time. The house cameras showed them all standing, stretching, and yawning about a minute before she reached the house, so that they were arrayed by the door, waiting for her, when she came in.”
2. The connections between animals and the planet or stars, which allow animals to know something is happening before humans.
In use: “About seven minutes before the earthquake, quantum entanglefloof notified the local animal life it was about to happen. As word spread via telefloofthy, they began howling, meowing, and pawing in alarm, trying to warn the humans.”
Friday’s Theme Music
Sunshine blazed into the valley at 6:19 AM, kicking out some of the chillier air and chasing the clouds and night away. It’s now 40 F, and the clouds have scurried back into view after recovering from Sol’s surprise. We’ll be ranging up to the upper fifties this AM before sunset at *drumroll* 8 PM this evening.
Mom is in surgery today, back in PA. She’ll be 86 this year, has emphysema and a pacemaker, and suffers a swollen foot because sixteen lymph nodes were removed a few years ago, along peripheral neuropathy. This surgery is to remove a large fatty deposit. She says it’s been bothering her for years and it’s gotten worse, so my thoughts circle toward her as the sun moves through the day and she goes through the process.
Today is Friday, April 22, 2022.
The neurons have “Manic Depression” by Jimi Hendrix (1967) swirling through the morning mental music stream. It’s a writing thing. A friend was celebrating his 90th birthday. His son is my friend and was an editor with one of the big publishing houses back at the century’s rollover. He suffered health issues and had to quit, and since has written one novel (that he hates) and is now trying to write again. He helps take care of his parents and their home, though, so that’s where his energy goes. He was speaking of his frustration while he was writing, trying to put it all together in something coherent, compelling, and worthy.
Out of that conversation, my neurons brought up the opening lines to “Manic Depression”:
Manic depression is searching my soul
I know what I want
But I just don’t know
How to go about getting it
Feeling, sweet feeling
Drops from my Fender’s fingers
Manic depression has a-captured my soul
h/t to AZLyrics.com
Stay positive, test neg., etc. I feel the need for caffeine. Here’s the music. Cheers
Worth Mentioning
Thirty-two years after it was launched into space, the HST team celebrated the Hubble Space Telescope’s contribution to space exploration by publishing a photograph of five galaxies which are merging into one. Talk about a merger! This event is expected to take about a billion years to finish. I keep wondering, what’s the due diligence on something like this?
The five galaxies involved are called the Hickson Compact Group (HCG) 40, an interesting name for a progressive rock group. (Their music is probably spacy, doncha think?) Contemplating this information is staggering on many levels. One, that we’ve achieved the capabilities as a species to look into deep space and understand this. Two, that the event will take so long. Such patience is required. If I was one of the stars involved in the galaxy merger, I’d be, like, man, this is taking forever. Such is my response at a grocery store when I need to wait an extra sixty seconds because people can’t remember their PIN (no, I’m not looking at my wife), or my exasperation rising due to pages loading v e e r r r y s s s l l o o o w w w l l l y y y on the net. I can’t imagine waiting a billion years for anything, although it’s all relative, innit? Stars live longer than I do, so far as we know at this point.
So if you have the time and resources, that is to say, if you’re not suffering from food and housing insecurity, and you’re not a refugee from war, famine, or natural disaster, and if you have the net connections and a computer, in other words, if you’re a fortunate person in relative measure, it’s worth taking a few minutes to consider this far-away event. Helps add a little more perspective.
Cheers
Floofsticate
Floofsticate (floofinition) – To live among animals or with animals, or to live a life involving animals. Not to be confused with floofticate. Related: rusticate.
In use: “The COVID-19 pandemic saw a surge in pet ownership as more humans chose to floofsticate with animals, a recognition of the warmth, comfort, and friendship that animals offer.”
A Train Dream
Yeah, I know what train dreams supposedly signify in some circles. This is different. Also, this isn’t about the rock group called Train.
I was high on a hillside. Turning, I looked left over my shoulder and down into a green valley. As I further turned and looked, I saw a city in the green valley. Blmues and silver dominated the city. While I watched, moving closer, I understood that they were trains. What I had first thought of as a network of roads were trains. Trains were going in every direction, at different levels in a beautifully synchronized dance. Most trains were short, with a stubby engine and then two or three long cars, but some trains were ten to twelve cars in length. None seemed like a super train.
For a period, I just watched the trains, getting a feel for their travel, seeing how none touched the ground, that there were no tracks, that areas were set up where the trains stopped, how they didn’t have wheels.
Then, I was down close to the trains, moving toward my train. I knew that no one owned any land. We all lived in trains and stayed on the move. Some trains were full of extended families. You bought an engine and car and added on as the family grew, even incorporating businesses into your train.
Then, dream shift, my wife and I exited our train. It was day, a little cloudy. We were on muddy lowlands by a beach. The tide was out. We planned to go tide pooling. But large black rocks stole my attention. Going up a hill, I discovered it the rock was a statue. More dotted the land. Ah, we’re on Easter Island, I understood.
I hurried back down the hill to tell my wife. She was milling along the beach. Other trains and people had arrived. I recognized my wife’s brother-in-law and snuck up on him, surprising him. We were up on a slight elevation, looking down, where his wife and son were. His son’s wife wasn’t there, but my late mother-in-law was. All of them were not far away from their train, a small, beige engine with a single, short beige car. I said to him, “Oh, you brought all of them with you.”
He didn’t reply, and then I was down by my wife and my train. The train was a pretty chrome blue, very new and sleek. I walked along it, smiling and looking around as I thought, “This is going to take me a long way.”
Then I stopped and faced the choppy waters of a dark blue sea.
Dream end.
Thursday’s Theme Music
Sunrise cracked the night apart at 6:21 AM, flooding the southeastern windows with glorious, warm light, putting an end to a night of rain. Other than that, today, Thursday, April 21, 2022, is copying much of Wednesday’s weather. The wind has abated but the temperature will range up to a 54 degrees F high from its current 46 and then fall back to 38 tonight. Rain will drop by and dash off. Clouds will linger, mingle, and part. Sunset will begin at 7:59 PM.
The reservoirs are filling so we appreciate the rain. Snow keeps dropping and piling up on the mountains, and that’s appreciated, too.
Today’s theme music is a little different. I read a summary about the most popular music for productivity. The article discussed lo-fi, full of hissing vinyl and imperfections, and chillhop. At the end, based on search results from Spotify, is piano music by Ludovico Einaudi. So, I’m filling the morning mental music stream with his greatest hits.
Stay chill, don’t neg, wear a mask as needed, and get the jabs when prudent. It’s prudent for me to now reward my neurons and tastebuds with a little darkly roasted, ground beans drenched in hot water.
Cheers
Michael Seidel, writer 