Information Blues.

It was bright and windy today on Wildcat Peak; the turkey vultures were flying sideways. I’d eaten so much pie I needed to go climb a ravine.

I peaked right behind a slow girl hiker who I’d been gaining on for fifteen minutes. There was a circle of stone walls at the top, a thigh high stone henge; who knows what it’s for. I let her reach first and she claimed it for herself. The area wasn’t big enough for the comfortable ponderances of two, so I left as soon as I’d arrived.

Leaving was okay; it was winter bright up there. It was so gleamy as to create a sort of lightning haze which made the city pulsate with feedback. And Laurel Canyon Trail was where it was really at. It began on a balance beam cut in absurd switchbacks down a canyon wall carpeted in crunchy old oak leaves. Tiptoeing to the bottom revealed a hidden creek with emerald ferns.

The stream was trickling over dark rocks and fresh wild lettuce. I thought of Beth and her white noise generator, then thought to myself, “This is serenity.”

Further down the trail the laurels were awfully noisy and nobody was listening but me. So I got straight Tokyo tourist/Alan Lomax/computer stoner and crouched to record the trees. It was so half-assed, capturing nature on a digital camera, but it also felt rewarding, living in the moment.

I came back through The Little Farm. Sheep were grazing along the top of their pen where a fresh pile of hay had been dumped. The shape of them was fascinating, and their matted black wool against the straw floor was a textural masterpiece. I like this picture:

A three year old boy was feeding them celery, and a huge greedy guy kept shoving through the pack to snap off stalks. They popped like femurs.

Yesterday I made a key lime pie.  Today I had a slice for breakfast:

I’ve had this idea for a while of posting condensed plot summaries of Star Trek Voyager episodes from Voyager Night; I think it could be really funny. So since my blug is run aground lately, let us attempt to dislodge it with some 90’s scifi melodrama.

Stardate 50063.2, SACRED GROUND

While engaged on a romantic stroll through a network of sacred alien catacombs with Neelix, Kes stumbles into a mysterious biogenic energy field. She falls into a deep coma which Nechani priests attribute to wrath of the spirits. In place of permitting Starfleet engineers to plumb their sacred places they allow Captain Kathryn Janeway to embark on their secret initiation ritual. Janeway, the consummate scientist, seeks religious awakening through analysis and fails; it is only when she submits to a blind leap of faith that she succeeds as she takes Kes back through the same energy field that had zapped her!

Stardate unknown, FUTURE’S END–PART ONE

Some hippie is toking the peace pipe alone in the Sierras when a time machine from the 29th century crashlands in his hemp field.  He utilizes his crude understanding of the modern technology to corner the microchip market with his monolithic CRONOWERX CORP.  But alas, it’s all a temporal singularity as the starship from the 29th century was sent to the 24th to kill Voyager, whose hull remains were detected in a massive 29th century diasaster.  Voyager fends off the 29th century weapons with keen ingenuity as both ships are sucked into the 20th century where the megalomaniac hippie industrialist is determined to launch his stolen time ship and cause massive future disaster!  TO BE CONTINUED.