oceanic morning as the dawn light comes casting itself along the horizon in an electro-magno glide pathway right to my feet. i adress the cosmos, input values, calculate conditional ratios, output the frequency of flox. 

cats come to me, it's a strange thing, something to do with the energy hovering around me, it's quite bizarre and a number of people notice this. 'i thought you were a dog person,' they say.

well i am an animal person, never been one to single out any particular species except moths. can't say i have any love for those erratic things. the thought of moths makes me shudder. it's phobic. completely irrational.

i'm reading a new book, called 'big bang' it's well written, easy and reminds me of don delillo's underworld but without the amazing opening chapter, although big bang is powerful and smart.

mission control, taking shape as i make my way through some big changes.