Infinite Potential

Right now, I think I know what it feels like to be an un-sprouted seed, on the cusp of bursting forth into the cacophonic din of Life’s heady mix. I’m feeling that way and I’m not quite sure why. I’m long past the age of getting pangs of idealistic wanderlust. Yet, suddenly, I want to travel about, see all the things and do all the adventures. Ugh, is there a pill for this? Only kidding. Only just.


More realistically, I want to travel with my mind and write all the things. I am attempting to melt this Antarctic sized Writer’s Block I’ve got wedged in my brain but to no avail. In fact, the mere presence of it has crept over into my knitting and crocheting. Oh yes, I have Yarnblock or Fiberblock. Is there such a thing? The mere thought of my large scale projects gets me exhausted. So, I am looking forward to a small scale commission from my friend, Valerie. She wishes for me to make her Monster Slippers and I shall oblige, for her, free of charge. Something small, bright, fun and colorful could be just the thing to knock this creative blockage out of me.


If there’s one thing I’ve been doing well, it has been escapism. I’ve been re-watching Torchwood – Children of Earth for the umpteenth time. No spoilers here. All I will say is that it is a fantastic series and well worth watching.


No news about My Not So Secret Garden yet. The container garden and Aerogarden are doing lovely but I haven’t heard word one from the liaison for the community gardens since we talked a few months ago. I’m on the list. However long it takes, I’m willing to wait.


My Peppers sprouted today actually. I’m sitting on the fence about putting them under the Aerogarden’s light hood. Due to the Omega block weather patterning, we haven’t gotten much sun lately, so, if it’s cloudy tomorrow, I’m going to risk it and put the peppers as close as I dare to the hydroponically grown plants.


That’s about it until something interesting or exciting (or both) happens. Really missing Lotta right now.



The Universe is my Oyster

Today’s challenge proved interesting indeed. Within the question itself was the destination I was most interested in exploring. For as long as I have been able to think on it, I’ve been enamored with the workings of the Universe, with Space/Time and with the conceptualization of the Multiverse. This probably at least partially explains my fascination with Doctor Who and other Science Fiction related to traveling through Space/Time. Yet, my deepest dreams go beyond even the imaginative fancy of programs like Doctor Who in that, with my imagination, I am able to travel without a vessel, experience every nuanced sensation of traversing the vast expanse and still be alive to tell the tale. In a way, this trip through space time is a trip through the imagination itself. A stretching of the boundaries and limitations of the Human Mind.


So, let’s start small and work our way out, shall we? Imagine I am able to travel existence without need of a ship. Well, I suppose the first place I would explore would be Earth. It is after all my home. I can see myself swimming through every waterway, flying through the air, coming into contact with every mineral: solid, semi-solid and molten. Imagine beyond merely touching these things or feeling the wind caressing my form as I move through the air or merely swimming through the water. What If I could become the very atoms of the environs I traveled through? Wouldn’t that be fascinating? A true delving into the existence of everything. Being able to become one with all that is around me on the sub-atomic level.


Take for example the Cetacean. Imagine being able to experience awareness as a Cetacean. Spending all of one’s life in an ocean from birth to death, whether toothed or baleen, swimming in a never ending search for food, for a mate, for fun. Imagine encountering humans, those strange bipedal, sometimes dangerous yet fascinating creatures who seem both curious and indifferent to the wonders around them. Imagine being able to dive to the deepest depths of the ocean in awe at the world one finds there. A seething mass of life existing in near total darkness, creatures of enormous size and complexity, creatures of equal curiosity but who are minuscule by comparison. Imagine being able to experience life at that level.


Traveling the Earth, speculate on becoming everyone and everything. Imagine experiencing the pains of birth from the perspective of both mother and child, as well as the anxious father. Imagine becoming the crow, the worm, the buffalo, the wolf and all manner of creatures that inhabit this sphere we take for granted. Imagine being able to soar and dive without dying, to swim through both water and lava without drowning or bursting into flames. Imagine becoming the very rocks themselves, experiencing age after age of life, until eventually weathered down by time and elements. Feeling an infinity of experience of everything on this planet we inhabit and even the very planet itself.


Taking it beyond the Earth, swimming through the edges of Space/Time, right on our metaphorical doorstep, imagine flying to the Moon and being able to observe this planet from our long time companion. Earth: Our place of birth and the sole home of all our combined species. Imagine being able to feel the Solar wind and seeing the Aurora from above the clouds. Seeing the lights of the cities, the weather phenomenon and all manner of things from beyond it. The Earth truly is a beautiful jewel but the Universe calls to us inexorably. Traveling beyond the speed of light, we’re able to experience all those things that are just pipe dreams in our former state of solid matter. We’re able to zoom around the Solar System as though it were our personal sandbox; a play thing in which we become acquainted with the wider realm of existence.


Off we zoom, taking in every nuance of all the planets and asteroids. Tasting the tail of comets, swimming through the empty blackness of our celestial neighborhood. In our new state, nothing is closed to us and we travel right up to the very edge of the Sun’s corona before diving into the white hot plasma fires of our life giving star. Taking a moment, we breath the essence of eleven billion years of fiery inferno. To anyone else, we’d have long since been dead but to us now, it tickles a bit. After swimming around in plasma for a bit, we grow still more curious for the empty, open blackness.


Onwards and outwards we fly, tasting the nuance of dark matter as we go, allowing every particle of existence to pass through us on our infinite journey to experience everything. We pass through the planetary system again, only this time, we’re headed beyond the Heliopause and out into the deeper black. In what seems like no time at all, we’re there. We stop and take a moment to honor this passage from the familiar to the unfamiliar. This is the equivalent of the wider world and we’re inexperienced but curious. After that brief pause to commemorate our passage from the Solar System, we plunge into the inky blackness.


Out beyond the Heliopause, there are a long stretches of empty space with rogue planets spinning in infinity. There are numerous stars of all colors and types giving off light and radiation. Some are cool, some are super hot but all come from an accretion of massive amounts of matter and hearken back to the dawn of time. We explore each and every one of them, learning of the differences between our host star and these new stellar figures. So far, we’re only at the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy in one spiral arm.


We continue our journey, going deeper into the center of the galaxy. In curiosity, we’re pulled to the center by the Super-massive Black Hole at the center of the galaxy. Rather than take the direct route, we travel in a ever decreasing spiral, like circling a drain, so we may better experience the wonders of the galaxy. All manner of things pass through us and by us as we continue our journey, new life infinite and complex, based on nothing we’re familiar with, is bursting forth from every corner of the galaxy. It’s too far from Earth to have known about it existing but with this special trip, its existence is known.


After traveling in the inward spiral, we come to the center of the Galaxy. We are pulled into the hungry waiting gravity of the Super-massive Black Hole. On one level, there is nothing there and, yet, on other levels, we can see infinity. All of Space/Time is collapsing and colliding around us, and as we travel into the singularity itself, we experience everything and nothing all at once. Holding still, we can see the turn of the Universe and even an inking of other Universes beyond our own. Existence itself is torn to shreds and reduced to a point beyond the atom. After a while though, that gets boring, so off we fly to see other things. The journey is infinite and the destination variable when it comes to the imagination. Rolling on the floor laughingRed heartRainbow

One Down, Four to Go and Other Things

I did it. I got my first of five baby bees completed. Lotta’s Kimalainen is now waiting to be shipped off to Finland with a bunch of other stuff I promised her. I hope the kid it’s going to gets many years of happiness from it. I super stitched this thing and I plan on doing the same with all the other baby bees to ensure that they don’t come apart, no matter how roughly handled.

I plan on doing one a night until they’re completed, so I should be done by Saturday at the earliest. Deadlines again…

After that, or during even, I’m going to be working on the Mommy Sox and the Scrap Yarn Shiver Stopper – Blanket 2013. No deadline for the blanket but I’d like to at least get the Mommy Sox completed by the end of January if not sooner.

My back has been killing me lately. I’m not sure why it’s doing it either. To my knowledge, I haven’t injured it in the slightest, the weight has never given me a problem in this part of my back before and I have been sleeping comfortably at night. It’s not my posture, that’s perfect. I don’t know what it is. o_O

I guess I’m expecting a package today. Either UPS isn’t coming today or they failed to scan it when they put it on the truck for todays deliveries. The precious DivaCup I’ve waxed poetic about for so long is meant to come today. In addition to this, the last Sarah Jane Adventures, the stuff for my Mom (dishwashing detergent and Q-tips), the shampoo and conditioner.

The dishwasher detergent came yesterday in perfect condition, might I add? 🙂

*sigh* I really hope that stuff comes today. It’s already 16:47 (4:47pm) and there’s no sign of the truck anywhere. I’ve got until 20:00 (8:00pm), so I’m holding out hope until then.

Huh, my local Supermarket has progressed. They now sell Veg*n food, including my Mother’s favorite Morningstar Farms Buffalo Wings and Skinny Cow Ice Cream. I may have to frequent them more and Peapod less this Winter since the delivery truck would have difficulty navigating any snow bound roadways. They even sell The Works cleaner now. If they just sold giant bags of Tilapia, I’d be in a culturally specific reward location right about now.

That’s about it for now without me whining about another 50% off sale at Joann’s for yarn with free shipping.


Row 36 – I’ve Reached The Lace!

I’ve finally reached the lace section of my new shawl. I’m so excited!

Now comes the hard part, the lace repeats.

Aside from that, I’m a little further along in my new DVD viewing. I spent last night looking at Doctor Who up to and including Let’s Kill Hitler. All were awesome, as usual.

No spoilers please, I beg of you.

Today’s plan is to finish Doctor Who, work on my shawl, relax and recuperate from these stomach pains I’ve been having.

One weird thing that happened to me this past week. A Baha’i guy asked me to marry him. Don’t know how serious he was but he asked my mother’s permission before he asked me. Wild. *shakes head*

It’s the first time anyone’s asked me that question without an obvious ulterior motive. Again, weird I say.

Well, I’m going to go eat and take my meds now. Ta!

Buffyreebasing and Other Things

The Library is my friend. My friend.

I went to the Library on the first and went…a little wild in the checkout department.

I got the first and fourth seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the third season of Angel, the first season of Doctor Who modern [Eccleston – Nine], the episode Nemesis from the Miss Marple series, and TCON-PC. Yep, Dinklage Estrogen Brigade I joined. Gost my shiny scout badge and all.

It’s been a marathon of viewing. It shall continue to be once I’m done with the viewing I’ve been doing.

I found DVDs from my early spawnhood on the Library website. The original BBC television production series of The Chronicles of Narnia from the late 80’s and early 90’s. The newer version is cute and I’m looking forward to seeing them but the TV version really stuck to the books on top of being really good. I was actually drawn to reading those books from viewing the airing of the series on PBS and I’m really looking forward to [finally] seeing The Silver Chair.

New version – Cute, entertaining, Dinklage.

Old version – Nostalgia, unfinished business…um nostalgia.

Thank goodness for Library. Beer bad. Library good.

Here am I, 28, and I just reverted back to the speak of a 16 year old. Yay me.

I Figured It Was Something Like This…

Trust me to be several eons late but I found out for sure why Doctor Who Classic hasn’t truly been on in a while. Its a shame too. Its one of the few reasons I watch MPT anymore. Apparently, MPT has lost the rights of Doctor Who classic and possibly the new series. What butterfingers allowed that to happen…I can’t even hazard a guess.

I feel anchorless. I truly do. Doctor Who on Saturday nights was something I was looking forward to brainwashing my kids on. It’s been one of the few steady constants throughout my life and especially during a lot of very troublesome times for me. It was, in essence, my escape from a lot of bad things and something that allowed me to consider the possibility of a better existence beyond what I was exposed to as a child. It should tell you something that I have a dedicated category for ‘Doctor Who‘ on this blog…

Heck, I even took up knitting mainly due to my long held desire to make ‘The Scarf‘…

As a few in the forum said, I may also have to invest in buying some of those BBC DVDs if none of the local Broadcast PBS stations pick up the series…

Its just sad though. If they decide not to, I guess I’ll be looking at a whole lot more WETA Create and CSI Weekends.

David Hewlett Searches

For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why so many people were hitting my blog in search of David Hewlett. I only ever did a few posts about the man and even that was a while ago. So I googled and…found this.

OMFH…how could you dude. This is just wrong. *snort*

I don’t know which is better. The first video or the apology.