The View From Space » mini saga

#209

spaceman23 — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 23:08:41 +0000

There are a few books that I wouldn’t mind being trapped in. Some scifi masterpiece would be nice. A well written romance novel could be fun and hot . Even a thriller might have its moments.

But damn it, why this lousy technical manual. I’m going crazy here. Anything but this.

#208

spaceman23 — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 23:07:58 +0000

First off: I have been gone for nearly 2 months. This effectively extends my mini saga endeavor into March. So yeah. Naughty.

Back on the horse, or Tauntaun…

#208

When she would don the suit, everything would change. Suddenly 50 feet tall, she would rampage across her small town, breathing radioactive fire on her office , skipping down freeways, and kicking the suvs that crowded all the street parking on street sweeping days. Being a giant monster is cool.

#207

spaceman23 — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 17:17:47 +0000

We are all that exists in all the world. There is nothing but fine dust in every direction shining in the hot afternoon sun. We are alone, alone and free and everything disapears. In this state, that world back there is nothing. There’s the now, the now and the wind.

#206

spaceman23 — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 20:22:49 +0000

Burning Man 2009, originally uploaded by ericspaceman.

The sun would set as the moon would rise. We would become aware of the movement of the Earth, the planets, satellites and Sol above us. We build icons to reach for the heavens. We would walk the land like gods for just one week. Then we destroy it all.

#205

spaceman23 — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 16:57:47 +0000

Burning Man 2009, originally uploaded by ericspaceman.

In the quiet hours before dawn the seekers who had lost their loves would gather at the Temple and quietly reflect on the void. When the flame jets would spurt toward the darkness, we would hold our breath, seeing the spirits for a brief second. Countless whirlwinds would come Sunday.

#204

spaceman23 — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 05:06:23 +0000

Late at night, every night, there are sounds in my house of a great war being fought. It is a tiny battle, one sided by singing crickets the other vicious vicious spindly spiders. It’s an epic struggle one that has gone on for eons. I find the spiders less annoying.

#203 After a Short Break

spaceman23 — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 19:22:09 +0000

You don’t know where miracles come from. They can come from anywhere. They’re magic. So, when asking for one, keep in mind that it is unknown and unpredictable. It also may not look like a miracle, but rather some great calamity. Just be cool. It’ll happen. It’s coming from yours truly.

#202

spaceman23 — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 00:29:10 +0000

Clackity-clack. It’s the middle of the night. I know that sound. I heard it when I was a kid. It was always late. It was the monster. I’d even once caught a glimpse of it, spidery and black. It’s been 30 years.

“Eric…” it whispered. “I have a gift for you.”

#201

spaceman23 — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 00:03:11 +0000

There’s a logic to the the way the world works. From our little vantage point, walking on the planet it seems random, sometimes cruel and often serious. But when you pull back and look at he world as a singular planet, made of distant chemical reactions… it still baffles me.

#200

spaceman23 — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 19:30:17 +0000

In the shadows of the trees we approached the gates. We felt the magic fall from them like fine sap that coated us. The trees were helping us. Invisible and scared, we quietly walked right past the brutish guards and into the courtyard. No one had gotten this far before.