And so ends the world as we know it. A new generation of comic book heroes emerges. This week scientists debuted a puppy that glows in the dark, thanks to bioengineering that borrowed a red fluorescent gene from a sea anenome. I wonder if it smells like fish?
I trimmed out more grass to extend my rock walk; which was my weekly contibution to our spinning planet. I think of it as a lawn-bound jetty floating in a teacup of gabbro. It's taking on the dimensions of obsessive outsider art, like the castle a French postman built out of stones he collected over decades of delivering mail. I like stones. Stones are immortal, relatively speaking. Stream of consciousness pushed too far: "I prefer stones to relatives."
