Day: July 8, 2013

MONDAY JULY 8 2013

A few days ago this website reported that there were radio bursts detected somewhere really, really deep in space.. We are naturally wondering what in the world, or universe, those radio bursts could be.. Maybe just a fluke? Maybe not.. but it did emit as much energy as the sun does in 300,000 years (in just a millisecond of a burst..
This is a must read from SALON: “Why did you shoot me? I was reading a book”: The new warrior cop is out of control is the title of the article.. in it, Radley Balko details SWAT teams who raid poker games and try to stop underage drinking.. he argues that obvious: Paramlitary force on the rise. Like him, I really don’t think it’s a good thing..

The Google Doodle: Roswell remembered

Anyone waking up and performing their first Google search of the day will be greeted by a new Doodle from the company, something they have made famous over the past few years: Remembered today on the Google Doodle is the 66th anniversary of the Roswell UFO crash.

I myself played with the interactive Google doodle a bit too long, trying to figure out how to help the little E.T. find his spaceship back home..

If you are patient and stay with it long enough, you actually end the little game with a “Google Daily Record” headline saying a flying saucer was spotted over Roswell, indicating that your gaming has been successful and the alien has found his way back to space..

Nightmare on my street

I rarely remember my dreams.. but last night’s was quite visual, and very memorable. The scenery was abundant.. the feelings I had during the dream was palpable. But looking back on it, I don’t quite why the night vision had such a foreboding threat of doom associated with it, but it surely did.
The premise was quite simple, actually.
I was driving –I think with my wife but, as dreams go, I can’t remember for sure–and we were in a mountain setting. It was dry and arid, looking like a drought-plagued dust bowl. The interesting thing, though, is that I recalled being there before. And it was not a good place.. 
As the dream went on, the discussion came up: What would be scarier: 1) If we see a house in the middle of this no-man’s land, or 2) if we saw a single person walking alone in the distance across the barren landscape.. We concluded that either would be alarming and would cause unease within the mind.. 

But why?
I mean, yes dreams sometimes take on a life of their own..

Looking back on it now, neither instance–a house or a lone man–really is scary in itself. But for some reason, that dream I had last night was actually a nightmare.. And I cannot figure out why looking back on it now..