Thanks Alex. I knew I was asking the right person. Penni, "It's really bothering me. I've been thinking about it for the past ten minutes." I'm sorry, I guess I could have private-messaged it to Alex; but I thot there might be some other focking scientists who might want to weigh in.
It's been bothering me, for about ten years. I don't know what made me think of it today, maybe bliss and jealousy over Alex's succulent civic Garden, and hummingbirds what take a speek into his brain. And over this way, that Conservatory with all the o-ranji~pink begonias inside; and that wife of his, with her brain, flit flit 20,000 times a minute, kinescope, going really fast; fast as a hummingbird flying through the park; banking up and around to look for eggs in space this Easter; flying soo fast.....so fast your face could catch on fire.
I'm not sure that's what happened, exactly, but it must have been something like. Was a long time ago now, but that's what I remember.
I crossed over the Coast just above Cliff House. Performed heat tests somewhere around San Diego. I don't think Alex's plane overmachs at sea level, altho there'd be a lot more heat, so we're up around seventy thousand, dark blue, no gray whales this time, and we'd be freezing our bums off if we weren't glowing red. (That's why you left the bum in the park.) There. Home again.
About ten or fifteen years ago, I was studying a text on chimneys, and static versus the other kind of pressure; I was working on something, and sometimes you study for a long time and really get into it; and MJ came home and said what ya studying, and I said chimneys or air or something, and she said what's this, and I said I was wondering how fast you would have to go for your face to catch on fire.
Sometime right after that came up that discussion about wives who put their husbands through school and don't get anything out of it. |
