Today there were two very useful information exchanges. One was unassisted, peer-to-peer, off-line, and hands-free with a co-worker. The other was the opposite of the first, with an old friend from the old country. The latter exchange allowed me a peek at some of the old friend's photographic work. It's good stuff. He knows how to frame a shot, how to shoot on the street, and how to develop his work. "Flickr" hosts him. He's HalifaxJ, for the interested.
My further theorizing on Martians, their origins (past and potential), and human conceptions of them continues. Simply thinking about them is not enough, however. I need to make thoughts real, give them a home here on Earth in my version of reality. I have begun to make bright red pom-poms for many of my hats. It is a very relaxing and therapeutic pass-time. Pom-poms are also a bit of a peculiarity in the fashion of the present. THEY STICK OUT.
I used to hate pom-poms. In my youth I was terribly concerned about what others would think and that I would be laughed at. I tore pom-poms off all my stocking caps. Now I am more than comfortable with them. A big red pom-pom for the planet Mars on the peak of my cap, on the horizon of my mind, a symbol for my fixation and for my hope that, should they come, they may choose to visit me.
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