Signal to Noise; or, A Field Trip

Dear reader, I've been meaning to address the theme of motion that has appeared here lately: the toys, the automata, the motion that is the progress of language development, the progess that makes up a personal story, a life; all somehow connected to thoughts of Brownian motion and stochastic resonance.

For now, it is more pressing for me to discuss those scientific constructs in a different context. Please go visit over at Bee and Jai's place via the following link.

http://jugalbandi.info/2007/07/whats-wrong-with-this-picture//

I then offer a comic for your additional consideration.

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Dear reader, let's not wait for A Big Wind.

Let's be the small noise, almost imperceptible within the greater static, that affects a change, that helps direct the motion of our neighbors. For at the most basic of levels, we affect each other in the same way as particles under the scope: the most basic, intricate, and wondrous laws of the universe that we all move and hum, dance and live by are one and the same.

Please believe that; and in so doing, it begins.

It's A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood; or, The Votes are In

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I present today a comic in honor of Wolfbaby's win over at Swampy's place, and in honor of you, dear reader: how pleased I am whenever you visit---you all are good company.

Little Guy's birthday was absolutely great. He requested pizza for his birthday meal, and as the pizza joint he loves the most is a few blocks from my parents' house, his entire birthday party became takeout.

My parents furnished a great, green seedless watermelon, one of LG's favorites. Sweet and rosy, just like the Guest of Honor Himself. Sitting at the picnic table, he took it all in and said, I feel like I'm in heaven!, his entire face a grin, one of those smiles that lights up the place.

After we left the party, we continued the celebration by stopping at the store so that he might choose a new fishing rod (bright, candy-apple red). He and Big Guy went fishing together as we sat lakeside and took in the beautiful day.

LG continued his birthday festivities by challenging me to a game of lawn tennis upon our return home. We were just heading into the house after the game for the ritual slice of watermelon when the neighborhood boys came to see if LG wanted to play.

Yes, LG said. It's my birthday today, he said. Well, happy birthday, replied one friend. Let's go over to my house.

LG's birthday ended with my calling to him across the lawns and rising fireflies at dusk.

Our Little Guy is growing up.

Our Big Guy is growing up.

Both are healthy, and happy more often than not. If ever there was a time to stop and smell the roses, this is it. And for this, I am most thankful.

Don't forget to stop for your own roses, dear reader, whatever or whoever they may be.

comic strips courtesy of http://www.mutts.com/

Gautama, Take the Wheel; or, It's Raining Puppets

I am most fond of the "Mutts" comics. Patrick Mc Donnell's work is absolutely marvelous, and makes me very happy.
The Little Pink Sock is a frequent character. It is the much-loved object of the Mooch, the kitty protagonist.

Puppets continue to pop up all over the place for me: they are singing karaoke, they sit as part of an imaginary audience to alleviate stage fright, or they become shadows projected on the wall by the light of a camp lantern to alleviate a little boy's fear at sleeping alone, for after all, he's used to sharing the room.
Now the Little Pink Sock is in on the act!
It makes me very happy.
So on this day when some Buddhists celebrate the first Turning of the Wheel of Dharma, I wish for you, dear reader, to have time to be with your own Little Pink Sock today, and to be happy and well.
Yesh!

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...Still With a Baseball Bat

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