From my deck, I look out over the ridge of Red Gulch, a little hogback belonging to the Lyons formation, a sturdy sedimentary ridge layed down more than three hundred million years ago. It is part of a living geological textbook, written on a grandiose scale of time and place. The molecules of dust we occasionally wipe off our furniture was once alive.
“‘Human animal’ hybrid freaks.” That’s just toooo rich …the irony nearly crushes my hybrid duckbill.
Some people will tell you there are at least two good reasons why Sarah Palin will still be around the political scene in 2012, that she is no “dumb bunny” just because Katie Couric was able to repeatedly make a fool out of her, and that she is really very clever.
It’s National Monkey Week, a few special days each year when we take our Homo Sapeins ego a little less seriously by contemplating our humble hairy origins as Primates.
“He who does not know for what purpose the world exists, does not know who he is, nor what the world is.” As observations go, that one is still completely kicking our asses.
The Apocalypse just keeps on coming; this month, Dick says to Jesus, “I can take that there dove off your hands with one shot.”
Got my June Issue of Apocalypse Magazine today, even though my subscription expired a year ago, there have been massive layoffs and firings of writers and staff, and the company is in receivership. Now ain’t that America for you and me. When I first subscribed, I didn’t realize that there was another meaning for the word apocalypse, product of popular culture that I am.
