Oh, grow up out of your preschool dimensions!

Tonight’s work day evolved into several hurry up and wait hours. A low key wedding demanding nothing more than post coffee and dessert kitchen talk. A co-workers expressed interest in the 4th dimension. Oh man I replied, send you a few outstanding links when I get home. I’d forgotten how great geneticfractals perspective was –

Genetic Fractals

mixed dimensions

Before I give you your own experience of the fourth dimension, let me destroy the notion that you live in a three dimensional world.

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Start Milking Tasmanian Devils

Until this afternoon, if asked to draw or describe a Tasmanian Devil my best guess would have resembled Bugs Bunny’s cartoon nemesis. Animated Saturday morning impressions – enormous mouth, exaggerated teeth, wild eyes, muscular body, large torso and pointy ears.

An image search did little to vanquish childhood assumptions. Other than black not brown, ears pinkishly rounded and tail longer than recollection, Taz appeared much as expected. Moving forward demanded a wiki search.

Who knew Tasmanian Devils were listed as an endangered species in 2008? Or that since the late 90’s drastic population decline was attributed to devil facial tumor disease? Enter a link to Tim Stark at Devil Ark. Located in New South Wales, Australia Devil Ark is a non-profit organization dedicated to preservation of Tasmanian Devils.


For the sake of brevity I’ll get to the point – milk from Tasmanian Devils contain peptides capable of wiping out antibiotic resistant superbugs. Obvious considerations such as how do you milk a devilish marsupial, or why ponder doing so in the first place aside – this is news.

Overuse of antibiotics and hand sanitizing germaphobia are bacterial microbes wet dream. It’s too easy, all they have to do is mutate as we flub about in a cloud of assertive ignorance. Oblivious to hundreds of thousand superbug casualties each year, we wake up every morning convinced humanity is invincible. Along comes Tim Stark, director of a non profit Tasmanian Devil preservation society, a man struggling to save obscure cartoon marsupials from terminal face cancer extinction. A man who milked Tasmanian Devils and stumbled upon a cure for antibiotic resistant bacteria.


Basement Widow’s Domain

A few days ago I noticed bathroom widow had moved on. She does this every autumn, bathroom widow is always the first to go. It took her conspicuous absence to prompt a reconnaissance mission. Scolding myself for being so remiss I took a long overdue, busy is no excuse tour of my house widow lairs. “Reconnaissance mission” is a tad dramatic, in truth there are only two widow camps left in the house. (There used to be four – bathroom widow moved out and bedroom widow succumbed to an unfortunate vacuum mishap several weeks ago ).

Kitchen widow hadn’t budged, nor by all appearances had she consumed a proper meal all summer. Much as I respect impeccable manners and polite adherence to house rules, she could learn a thing or two from basement widow.

Basement widow didn’t flinch when pulled blind thrust her into the spotlight. Presiding over a berm of skeletal remains, her marquee read “this is my domain”. “Outstanding” rolled off my lips. Beaming respect accompanied a closing of blind retreat. Reign on basement widow, reign on.





An hour of soul sucking channel transfers between Fox and CNN culminated in a single word – pathetic. Yesterday racist asshole, misogynist buffoon, contemptuous nincompoop, delusional windbag or televangelist troll rolled off my tongue to describe Trump – today, a rising crescendo of wretched absurdity delivered pathetic.

Ponder pathetic – pitiful, paltry, woeful, feeble. Yikes. We’ve wasted perfectly good energy blithering common sense protestations over a contemptibly inadequate clown. Gloves off America, call him pathetic, turn your back and walk away. Pathetic serves indefensible finality when dispatched appropriately, a stark and ugly realization capable of muzzling even the most delusional maniac. Donald Trump is pathetic, America needs to tell him so.



This Canadian watched in disbelief as U.S. news media dissected Donald Trump’s comments to entertainment reporter Billy Bush. Trump’s candid delusions of sexual entitlement unnerved Republicans to the point of mutiny. Sneering satisfaction of grabbing women by the pussy, too much for scores of Republican politicians compelled to publicly withdraw support for Trump. ( Link to withdrawn endorsements below )


Disbelief has nothing to do with outraged snorts deeming Trump’s pussy grab the last straw. Disbelief curls from America turning blind eyes to a pending federal lawsuit alleging Trump raped a 13 year old girl. Americans blither condemnation for Trump’s latest misogynist scandal, morally outraged Republicans withdraw endorsements and tongues wag suggestion of replacing him with Mike Pence. Holy crap! The wannabe president’s lawyers are scheduled in court December 16, 2016 for a “status conference” to determine possible settlement or proceeding to trial over allegations Trump raped a 13 year old girl.

Disbelief is a nation dickering over blustery pussy grabs, oblivious to allegations of child rape filed before Trump entered the race.