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M urder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange and unnatural. As meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge. William Shakespeare – Hamlet Act 1 Scene 5 | One thing I'd note this morning is: Yknow the litany of evocative songs he turns into a story is one thing - and NPR has a pretty cool list of all the associations - streaming from one image to another... but there is subtext on a couple of things that I could feel that I wanted to mention. He mentions: Robert Johnson's "Crossroads" and the old country piece "Deep Ellum Blues". Deep Ellum is mere blocks from the Dallas School Book Depository. And Robert Johnson recorded in Dallas in that general area. I think Dylan absorbed ghosts, and constantly studies literature, history, music and humans, and it continues to come out in his music. I spent a few days in Dallas a couple of times on business, family and pleasure. I got a tremendous sense of dread wh...

I Spent a Year in Space, and I Have Tips on Isolation to Share https://t.co/JBwIZ1nvXE — Jack Vaughan (@JackIVaughan) March 22, 2020 Follow a schedule  " You will find maintaining a plan will help you and your family adjust to a different work and home life environment.  "  And don’t forget to include in your schedule a consistent bedtime. But pace yourself  Take time for fun activities: I met up with crewmates for movie nights, complete with snacks, and binge-watched all of “Game of Thrones”   — twice. Go outside One of the things I missed most while living in space was being able to go outside and experience nature. After being confined to a small space for months, I actually started to crave nature — the color green, the smell of fresh dirt, and the feel of warm sun on my face. That flower experiment became more important to me than I could have ever imagined. My colleagues liked to play a recording of Earth sounds, like birds and rustli...

Sweet Sunny South Song Part I dreamed I was ported in a teletime stream to the sweet sunny south i did ride where the past was sage and mint on the left and juleps and beer on the right how glad jack was just to be where the magnolias blossomed again til i found voter rights were trampled and slashed like grapes in the red devil's den. More short poems - including original version of this one. https://moontravellerherald.blogspot.com/2017/07/some-small-poems.html