1 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. 2 Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. 3 They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. 4 Yet their voice goes out into all…

The Great Cycle Challenge, that is! This year, I will for the second time participate in the Great Cycle Challenge. What is GCC? I’ll summarize the detailed information given at this page below. Last summer, my good friend Michael McIntyre helped me move into my current apartment after I sold…

Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away. Philip K. Dick Dick was an American science fiction writer whose novels and short stories often depict the psychological struggles of characters in surrealistic situations. He is perhaps best known popularly for his 1964 novel Do Androids…

Hanging in the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) in New York City, van Gogh’s remarkable The Starry Night is described in part by this MoMA excerpt: In creating this image of the night sky — dominated by the bright moon at right and Venus at center left — van Gogh…

Greetings, denizens of the blogosphere. It’s been a LONG time since I posted anything here, for which I am sure some of you are grateful. Or at least you were until now. I posted my last ever set of final grades on Thursday, May 12, four weeks ago, and retired…

Some 450 years ago, anyone who knew something about anything was convinced, and you better not believe otherwise, that our Earth was the only inhabited planet in the Universe, that it resided at the center of that Universe, with every other celestial body orbiting around it at various distances, and…

Mick Jagger, certain that his baby would “come running back” to him and willing to wait as long as it took, freed her to “light up the town”. Apparently, he had time to burn, was killing time, had time on his hands, and so on. …

I got stoned and I missed it I got stoned and I missed it I got stoned and it rolled right by I got stoned and I missed it I got stoned and I missed it I got stoned Oh me Oh my Shel Silverstein No, no, no, that’s not…

Hung? Hung out to dry? Hung by my own petard? Hung over? Well hung? What in the cosmos can I mean? This article is by far the longest I have ever published here. It runs almost four single spaced 8–1/2 by 11 standard letter–sized pages. You are thus forewarned, so…