Vive la Révolution!

I saw the first woman president today! I’ll back up…

What if everyone had good jobs? What if we as a people all cared for and about each other? Were accepting of one another. Didn’t try to impose belief systems upon one another. I watched my 10 year old girl perform at her elementary school play as George Washington (FIRST woman president! See what I did there?) and it was insightful. Raise your hand if you know why there was a revolution. Welp, I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t freedom. It was freedom of religion. Specifically freedom of the religion imposed upon subjects of the king of England, the only religion allowed. I know there was lots of other “stuff” the taxation without representation and, and, and — but it was really that specific thing. I didn’t know that until I learned it in 5th gragde, today. The blue coats, the rebels, your round pegs in square holes wanted to practice whatever religion they wanted. Lots were Christian but many were not and they were all blue coats, rebels, round pegs, together. On April 18 1775 “the short heard around the world” started the beginning of the American Revolution.

I’m not a very religious person, I don’t go to church unless someone is being celebrated. Hell, I’m not even an American citizen but I care a lot because I live here and my kids live here. In today’s climate I think this is important. People are being tortured and killed in the name of religion. Wars around the world are being fought about religion. As men of questionable character are poised to take over the leadership of these United States lets all remember that we DID fight a war in the USA over religion so we’d never have to do it again. A war that protects your freedom of religion no matter how you pray or worship. So keep your eyes and ears open. If you see something, say something. Be kind to each other and go see your kids when they are in a play at school. It’ll make you smarter and more kind, you’ll raise kids who are kind and who in turn, will make better the generations to come.

Vive la Révolution!

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My time working with (Redacted) was short but I found her to be an amazingly bright person and I was sad to see her go, although with hindsight it’s easy to see why she went. I quickly became envious of her new found freedom and longed for the days when I myself would feel the same freedoms as my former colleague. I digress...

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Visions of the Future

A creative team of visual strategists at JPL, known as "The Studio," created the poster series, which is titled "Visions of the Future." Nine artists, designers, and illustrators were involved in designing the 14 posters, which are the result of many brainstorming sessions with JPL scientists, engineers, and expert communicators. Each poster went through a number of concepts and revisions, and each was made better with feedback from the JPL experts.


The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows. Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows. He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell; Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see; It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow, And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe, He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess; And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan: "It's the cursèd cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone. Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains; So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail; And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale. He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee; And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven, With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given; It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains, But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains."

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code. In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load. In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows— O God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow; And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low; The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in; And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay; It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May." And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum; Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire; Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher; The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see; And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so; And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow. It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why; And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear; But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near; I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside. I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar; And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door. It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm— Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun

By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales

That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge

 I cremated Sam McGee.




My original space was lost from my previous provider so I'm starting over. Don't cry for me though, I've got some new stuff coming. 

This is a picture of my dog.

This is a picture of my dog.