Space, scream all you like, America went deaf to you

Woohoo Shuttle launch! Though it is disturbing that no one on my street gives a flip. At least I know that my small circle of friends were all outside supporting, in their own drunken way, NASA and all its incredible feats.

So very sorry for being angsty and generic

    Something within crumbles, every little byte and moment profound and outright.

    A senseless waste of nothing but yesterdays thoughts and memories returned in fleeting flight.

    Dredge out some solid mass of solemnity, carry out an order unjust.

    These simple somethings inundate us in lust.

    A featureless trifle the above, couples, rhymes, tricks and clever words. Is this what obsession amounts to after so much energy spent? An existence of favors and work, obligation and trial, this is not what youth promised. A simple and pretentious quote of The Bard "I am spent."

    What is this unending drumming in the mind then if not a drive toward this end, this written word, and with drive so strong is not some sense of accomplishment eventually deserved? Sisyphean though the goal of any sort of recognition or merit may be, the feeling now emerging from my hemp cocoon is very much the moment of the rock again rolling back down the hill. Having wasted much to much time in mourning for and hiding from a idea still not quite in clear focus, but at least now an image of some reality and not simply a string broken promises to a sorely missed friend. The vivid moments of every second my good friend has been gone haunt every last corner of a mind composed only of a ring, in that debts, in the form of promises, exist not only as unfulfilled dreams but simple bits of education that can never be reviewed or re-taught, wisdom forever lost thanks only to my own selfish and flippant dreams. Accomplishments never acknowledged are the plight of every father-son relationship, but when the last things remembered are a smile and a pint and a knowing approval of all these broad plans and dreams, two and half years later it becomes a great and terrible splinter behind the eye to look around and see none of those broad plans and dreams even in motion. All that's changed is the ability to maintain a healthy relationship and a dog, and sure the dog is cute and the relationship is still healthy but for all else there seems nothing but disappointment in those long gone gray eyes, and the sinking fear that deep down these feelings never go away.

    Thank you and I do miss you so sorely.

The end of an era, literally.

The great rollicking Holocene has, according to a great many in the scientific community, come to a close. Yes friends, the ice that receded eleven thousand years ago allowing us all to cease our grunting stinking ways and settle down with wonderful things like wheat and rice, construct cities and art and civilization and generally be the groovy beings we are today, is no longer the most important event in shaping our geologic history. ENTER THE ANTHROPOCENE.

Mankind now determines geologic era, literally. "So the ice going away isn't a big deal anymore, so what?" Fine question, but not the right question, the right question being "What is the big deal if not the lack of ice?" The answer to that, us. We, being civilization (as I doubt anyone outside civilization is reading some asshole's blog about geologic epochs), are the new force shaping the Earth. Fret not though as this is not a climate change rant, just information. Information and perhaps a slight lamentation for the Holocene, never really getting the credit due to one of only two epochs (out of all of time mind you) in which we even existed. So, step back, take a moment and and remember all the great things the Holocene brought you, which is everything up until the invention of the steam engine in 1784, and don't forgot that all that you do shapes the Anthropocene.