No flu in Space

And if you go outside, late at night, in the complete stillness, and stand. Listen. You can sometimes catch the slightest glimmer now… the song… lightly…

“Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you “Here am I floating ’round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do”

Yes, right at this moment, it playing loudly in space. Blaring from a device, strapped to a Fake Astronaut, sitting in the driver’s seat of a Midnight Cherry Tesla Roadster. Soaring through Space.


I imagine the other outer-world-life forms are simply too far away, to ever see the joke. But it is a good one. The car will burn up in the radiation of the sun, before it reaches to “could-be” others in the Universe.

But at least it is an electric car. A convertible. Playing a great David Bowie tune.

Sure enough. Yesterday was a funny day on the planet Earth. Most days are. Not funny, “Ha-Ha” funny. But funny, “Oh-My-Holy-Goodness” funny.

The successful launch of Elon Musk’s Falcon Heavy, and of course, the subsequent return of the side boosters was pretty neat to watch.

And then, back here on the blue ball, in Washington D.C., the President, Donald Trump told the Pentagon that he would like to have a big whopping Military Parade. With shiny guns and dress uniforms. Get the fifes and drums, boys. We are going to march like the Koreans.

Okay. Just a thought. Could we spend all that pomp-and-cirucumstance-money on feeding a few people instead?

Money. Money. The Stock Market is plunging and bouncing. Like a rubber ball in a rubber-walled cell.

But the bright news? According to an evangelical Christian adviser to Donald Trump, if you believe in God, you won’t get that darn flu. Yes, Gloria Copeland has suggested that all the good-God-people do not need a winter flu vaccine. She urged believers to “inoculate yourself with the word of God” against the disease.

Dear Sister Copeland. I know a LOT of people who think they are good-God-people, and they have succumbed to this very real flu. Ah-Choo and Amen.

Speaking of higher elevations, how about higher education? A Cornell Fraternity, and all pledges of Cornell’s Zeta Beta Tau fraternity, are on probation after a ‘pig roast’ contest to have sex with overweight women — a fat-shaming sex game.  What, what, what, what, what… . .. … ..

Oh. The things of this world.

You know, sometimes, the all of this, makes absolutely no sense to me.

I am reading a book about the power of meaning in life, or the lack of any meaning at all. It is a very challenging read, one that makes me question all of existence, from the beginning of time, and back again. It calls into question many of my beliefs and my propensities toward certain philosophies.

The other day, I worked through one of the chapters. I was heavy in somber thought, and considering the words of Tolstoy, and Camus. Just about then, Little Lewis came bolting up to me. He head-butted my leg, and tried to tackle me in only a way that a 6 pound puppy can. Then he spun around about five times, showing me the neat white furry thing attached to his butt.

I lifted him up, hugged him wholly, and noticed that everything, at that very moment, made perfect sense.


“Some stories have to be written because no one would believe the absurdity of it all.”
― Shannon L. Alder


“To do better is better than to be perfect.”
― Toba Beta


“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
― Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul