International Clownday

That's how we'll do it.

All agree, once and for all, on a calendar week in which we

a) don't watch TV or check the Internet; and

b) dress up as clowns every day.

Even those in government, mayor and all. Imagine your daily routine with each other? No show to discuss? No thing you saw at home? Clowns, all of us. So we'd do it then. We'd all dress bad Shakespeare in a grossly overdone, vaudevillian way. Only colorful and cartoony!

The world would be upside down and circus like. But whoa the fun we'd have!

Oh, it would start small. But then grow real real big. Even the president, if he even wanted to or not, would HAVE TO DRESS AS A CLOWN just for credibility. The UN would pass a resolution that demanded international compliance in an effort to eventually support world peace and understanding that we are one, colorful race after all. Some countries would say no, others maybe. But it wouldn't matter because the people of everyday you see would be clowns.

Even armies would comply. The brilliance of instantly recognizing a way to stay connected simply surpassed war on the basis of economy alone. WIGS ARE CHEAPER THAN BOMBS. Criss-crossed eyes of us all! So then, after the week was done, it would be tough getting back to your everyday routine -- but you'd have the footage from the last week to look at now.

Yes -- cameramen were dressed as clowns.

Anchors, too. Networks needed footage (most of it big and red), they always do! Every year we'd analyze, with the help of FOX and CNN of course, how we clowns all got along.

Take it back silly gooses!
Take back the three rings and be king of it all!

photo note: okay, the Vegas sign thing is gettin' kinda scary. When you click the photo you'll see a logo. In VEGAS. Glizy hotel signs. Everyone's using it around here to put their shit up in lights, and it just ain't right. More on this later. Clicking the title tells a million words too.

Checkerboard Head

Checkerboard Head sculpture
The world
it constantly demands of us
black and white,
yet all we've got there
'tween the headbones
is nothin'
but lots of
gray matter
to make sense
of it all.

Fuck Space Travel

...and time travel too. You can't go where you already are. There are only two spaces and no time at all. Inside and outside surrounded by the same One Thing, this instant and always. So what the fuck, why explode? But really -- don't bring the suit deep underwater and you'll implode like a beercan underboot. Go way too high up without the suit and BLAMMO you explode from every inside, heart and all.

I watched the Space Age being born,
and I would like to participate!

--from the NASA job application of astronaut Sharon Christa Corrigan McAuliffe, of Lebanese origin through her father and first teacher in space. She died on the job in 1986. Dying along with her that day, former pilot from Isreal Ilan Ramon, who fought four years earlier in the 1982 war in Lebanon, and who incidentally bombed an Iraqi nuclear reactor in 1981. Yeah! Click the picture for more.

So the suit, then is the lie all around us.

You can't bring your true nature with you wrapped in tupper-wear where you truly don't belong. Travel to the stars? Fuck, I am a star! Sorry for the Profane. There's a real sad joke in the fact that all everyone remembers a girl named Ride. Sally at that.