:: Tuesday, March 20, 2001 ::

 

5:35 p.m. Maybe it's nothing, but I still think the pattern, which is clearly circled in white on today's monitor, could bear some looking into by the good folks at SETI. It's probably just ... I don't know ... a pattern?

Hello?

In addition to the two tall spikes, all the little ones seem to be similar, as well. Maybe the transmission from Arecibo just hiccupped and I got the same data twice ... or ... maybe not.

I just hope the folks at NASA appreciate the fact that I've been sitting here, vigilant, with my camera loaded and fired up and ready for the big moment. The result may be a little fuzzy, but it's captured. Photo-taking hint: flash doesn't work. Sort of bounces right back and blinds you.

Ok, now that my saving-the-universe tasks have been performed for the day, I can rest easier. I erred last night and sent my small, but otherwise useless entry off to a different website and then went off myself to bed, blissfully unaware that I hadn't actually posted, because I thought I had.

And even though the Zen master will tell you that your thoughts constitute reality, the truth is: They do not. The reality was that the entries were not actually there, no matter what I thought. I think I think too much. Actually, I know I do.

I think I see patterns where none may exist. Possibilities. Potentialities.

But then, today was the first day of spring and so it's natural to let your spirit off the leash for a short manic run across the field. I've waited all winter for this moment, and I am so grateful to have achieved it, once again.

Spring!

Each day there's another minute of sunlight, sweetly spooned on top of the warming late afternoon. Luscious daylight. Bring it on.