ante diem iv nones june 2003 c.e. There is more to life than increasing its speed. That's what I always think when I upload entries dated for the next day. I maintain that convention because I don't want this site to seem more stagnant than current perceptions. Post dating the entries tends to make me feel like my weekends are eaten up faster especially when I upload the Monday entry on Sunday night. The gears of progress are lubricated with the blood of heroes. Seriously. If no one takes chances then there will be no innovation. There are plans for space probes with nuclear powered flight capabilities. The only responses to this have been about radiation poisoning and accidents especially in the light of the Columbia disaster which occurred last February. Most times I concur with Uncle Joe when he said "Life is cheap" and I figure people should be shot into space again and again on many kinds of missions. The ones who live become heroes. The ones who die become martyrs. What's not to like except for the fact that nobody wants to die nor does anyone want to face the fact that physical death is inevitable. In Yer Dreams! Jaybird and maribou bought their house and they asked me to go over and scope it out. I walked down to where their house should have been except it wasn't there. I remembered they said something about how the house had to regrow there. The house's site was plot of land surrounded by a moat. The moat was about six feet deep with sheer walls that lead to a shallow, black stream which completed the moat-ness. The island was bounded by grass, tall pines and of course the moat. The island had two feet of neatly manicured grass on every side with a large, beige futon. Being a lazy person I decided to flop down and laze under the sun for a while. Street traffic was light but now and again a public bus would roar by and startle me from my napping and lazing. A motorcycle pulls up and its rider starts running towards me. The rider is wearing a black scarf around his head like a terrorist when he throws something at me. It turns out to be a black bag covered with powder. I reach over, grab it and throw it back at him. The rider laughs and says that's exactly what he wanted me to do which infuriates me to no end. A chase ensues with the rider tossing other black bags at me but I just ignore them. A realization comes over me, I'm a sleeper agent and he was activating me for whatever duty I was trained to perform for my country. spivak is a capitalist Well I am not a capitalist but I do support capitalism with my hard earned money. With the impending move of Jaybird and maribou this means I will have to purchase a bicycle so I can visit them on the duly appointed Wednesdays, Thursdays and the monthly pay per views. I don't want to drive six blocks. Of course in Colorado Springs blocks are much larger than New Jersey blocks and they're actually blocks instead of irregular quadrasidedthingies. In addition to this purchase I've been idly toying with the idea of acquiring a decent telescope, a light bucket, so I can look up into the sky and perhaps discover an object or two which I can name or have named after me. It's a bloody shame that comets need to have hyphenated names since a second observer needs to MATCH UP the first observer's observations. I also learned that the discoverer can only suggest names for the objects rather than guaranteeing the discoverer the ability to name the object. I understand this is to avoid naming an asteroid "AIDSY COCKSUCKING" or "HITLER" which would make most science fiction and exploration of the solar system awkward in later years.