If any of yez are old enough to remember, the first object sent into space the Sputnic was round and I still think that round is the only way to go in the future, if memory serves correct one of the dancers in Les Dawsonâs Roly Polys volunteered to be the first woman in space, her stage name was Quilt, she was turned down.
The design of the international space station is a disgrace, an ugly looking monster in shape and style, just look at the state of the modern spacecraft they use in films and TV, big cumbersome heaps of junk, this sends out the wrong idea to the young who are interested in space travel now and will be the pioneers of space travel in the future, itâs sending them down the wrong path altogether, bring back the slick shiny space ships they had in Flash Gordons time, they were heading in the right direction and when they eventually come up with an all round smooth ship, one that will be practical for travelling through the anti gravity lanes which Iâm sure exist on every planet but we havenât discovered them yet, to get them into space they will make great advances into the universe.
YEBBUTâŠwotcha gotta remember,Jemmington,is that,on activating the photonic phase-shift warping engines,the effect on the [round[ space ship is instantaneousâŠas in a millionth of a pico-second. However-there IS,no matter how tiny,a measureable gap between the leading edge entering the field and being instantaneously transported to itâs required destination,and the âafter-edgeâ of that same vehicle actually followingâŠsort of a âstretchingâ of the space inside the atoms that actually make up the mass of your round spaceship,while preserving their unity as atomic densities. Wimme so far? GoodâŠSO-if youâre the geezer reading the paper and farting as you have a crafty smoke in the crew toilet at the edge of the rear part of the circumference of the âroundâ shipâŠyouâll be zonked through the phase-locked warp accelerator into a part of the universe that just isnât ready,for a puzzled âWTF?!?â from the toilets,as what WAS exiting from your body makes an instantaneous retractive move,instinctively preserving massâŠsee?
That can be disconcerting at any time-one tends to use expletives at such timesâŠ[so Iâm told]
Why,itâs even possible you might bite through your Woodbine in surprise!
I have emerged from the garden orb with fresh thoughts.
Thinking about human vision, and lets face it, thatâs what we all go by, but compared to some other species on earth we have very poor vision indeed, yet we seem to think that only what we see matters in this world, cocky ainât we. Take for instance when we look at a ball, all we see is a flat disc facing us, yet we know that it is not flat it is round all around because we know that from experiencing the feel of it, suppose there were other animals that could see the ball from all sides? they would know what was on the other âsideâ of the ball at the same time, these creatures could be an animal we know very well (or think we know) like a Cat or a Dog, a bird or even a Fish, who knows or will ever know what they see and think, they would have a completely different view of the world yet they live here with us on the same planet. I read somewhere that it may be possible for some animals who hunt in packs to be capable of reflecting images off each others eyes so as to give each other a complete picture of their prey.
I think the answers we all seek so badly are all here on earth, we just need to change the way we look at things, we are far from being the masters of this planet, the menace of this planet more likely, there are creatures living at the bottom of the oceans that we have never heard of and would never believe what âpowersâ they have nor how they survive beneath all that pressure, but then how could we when our superior minds require proof of everything to satisfy âour logicâ and we have to âseeâ it for ourselves with our own terrific vision, otherwise it doesnât exist and thatâs the end of it as far as mankind is concerned, God help us in our ignorance.
I am in constant wonder how a humble spider uses advanced and specialised engineering to build itâs web.
How a humble bird produces an egg , the contents of which evolve from a clear fluid into a living, breathing feathered chirping copy of itself, already programmed to do all it needs to do to exist.
This Earth is a work of wonder and we take it for granted at our peril.
As Chief Seattle said 150 years ago after his culture and hunting grounds and peoples had been decimated.
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âWhatever happens to this Earth happens
to the sons of the Earthâ
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The work of the humble spider puts us all to shame, I can watch them close up when they built their webs across the lens of the small outside security cameras. And the way some tiny creatures cooperate to get the job done never ceases to amaze me. Plants too have given us vital medicines and Iâm sure there are many more âcuresâ out there in the plant world, a cure for every ailment hopefully.
Anty Maggieâs Remedy. (a folk tale that roughly goes something like this)
I know a frail lady who married an Ant
No sex involved because the ant canât
She was weak and prepared to go to any length
In a desperate effort to built up her strength
Her state of mind at the time was hard to describe
For he refused to marry her without his whole tribe
She gave in and to his wishes she complied
And soon building started on her inside
With comings and goings all of the time
They completed work on the large intestine
While she lay on the bed the lads did their work
After two days she was as strong as a Turk
That is a true story I do not jest
She now has a 38 inch chest.
Sheâs happy and proud of all her features
And all thanks to her faith in Gods little creatures.
I gained all sorts of knowledge
from teachers and books,
instructors all huffing and puffing.
Then I saw for myself how remote tribes survive
âŠand realised that I know nuffing.
too true Pug to true - the simple forest life is always the best - just sufficient for the days needs - and we need to be surrounded by concrete; have artificial lawns to excite us; carpets onn the floors; beer in the fridges; laptops/ipads at the ready - did you know that laptops are now becoming extinct and sales down and the humble Ipad is surging ahead.
Where will mans insatiable greed and curiosity take us next - well of course living on space stations - now that could be fun - internal gardens and forests -we seem to have the urge to replicate Gods wonderful planet but they are just carbon copies of the real thing. And how would you replicate oceans on space stations??
Iâve lost interest in the future brave new world - itâs a fantasy made out of plastic and bubble glass - lookin out at the real world.
Mate,I recall my grandpa telling me ballboint pens would never catch on!
I used a fountain pen at school-and I still have it. But finding a shop that sells âquinkâ is becoming ever harder. It was the height of sophistication to have a pen-palâŠand to change the tv station,you had to actually walk across to it!
Yet,Iâm sat here in the yard today,03.30,waiting for my mate to arrive so we can start moving todayâs âabnormal loadâ,and Iâm on this strange and wonderful machine,sending instant messages and/or pictures,as I swig hot tea. That in itself would cook granddadâs brains-but to then get out a âsmartphoneâ and try explaining Bluetooth,then tell him theyâre an everyday object and youâre only noticed if you DONâT have oneâŠor the CB radios we use,with their 144 channels,AM/FM frequencies and earpiece headsets,would just dissolve his belief in human rationality.
All the things we humans could REALLY do with-cancer cures,less aggression,more co-operation,innoculations,preventative medicinesâŠand WE come up with dirty bombs and drones,ffs!
Iâm glad my granddad left when he did,with his sanity intactâŠ
[if you see what I mean]
Interesting being reminded of the good old days, I can honestly say with my hand on my heart that I was lucky to have lived in a time when people put people first and material things had to go on the long finger, the HP man calling every Friday night and everyone hushed into silence until he went away, the slot TV set where you put two bob into a slot at the back of it, and all those films and programs that you never managed to see the end of because nobody had another two bob to put in the bloody thing, Iâm still catching up on youtube.
Itâs nice to be nice in so many ways
Thatâs why we call homosexuals gays
So if Jane marries June and John marries Jerry
Would they all mind if we just called them merry?
Cheer up Ladies and donât despair
Be proud of that great head of hair
Get out and have lots of fun
And spare a thought for those who have none.
Pat Eddery was a man who never said never
The thrills that he gave us will live on forever
Determined and strong when push came to shove
Our prayers go with him to the big stable above. (R.I.P. Patrick)
Interesting points there Pug, Iâll now retire to my summerhouse to give them my full consideration.
