Cloud Visions 16

Admiral Relativity is Smiling Spider Man, a Web Weaver!
Here we have a grinning spider over Kansas in an "Admiral Relativity" admiral's hat. My unified quantum field theory features a locally exact mirror symmetry in the field equations between like-charges-attract and like-charges-repel forces, and has several times before been parodied by the Almighty as having something to do with a fellow in an "Admiral" Add-Mirror-All cap. Such a fellow is visible in NGC 2264 in astrophotos prepared by David Malin, for instance, rising beneath the Wolf-Balloon resume man on his way to Charon. (See Colors of the Stars by David Malin and Paul Murdin, page 123, Cambridge University Press.) Other examples were found in the cloud cover. However, lately I have been concentrating at improving my web advertising and associated links, so I look like the Bear of the Big Dipper working on the Constellation "Lynx" resembling a weaver working on a curtain before it rises on the Breakthrough of Orion. Having broken through the General Relativity barrier to unified quantum field theory, I now seem to find myself at the focus of a cosmic mind-mirror, featuring my lifetime written in the constellations in the celestial sphere overhead, complete with sub-illustrating nebulae and locally manifesting cloud-cartoons. Cosmic consciousness turned out to be connected not only with the ultimate equations of the physical universe, but also with the grand visionary celestial projection associated with the Overmind that discovered them. When the history of it is written, I will not be the "Modesty Blaze" of physics, but the Eternal Light in their terrestrial eyes. However, when I write like this, it reminds us more of Spider Man's

The Galaxy Quest Villain: Green as a Genius upset with lack of recognition for his superhuman achievement in Galaxy Formation theory.

"The Green Goblin" or the green monster from Galaxy Quest with a spider's crown than of my usual amiable self, as megalomania worries man, so that we typically de-emphasize our grandeur and claims to authority.
After all, we don't like to appear to cherish delusions of grandeur, however stupendous our achievements may seem to ourselves, do we? Galaxy Quest, featuring Sigourney Weaver mirroring my Tampa girlfriend Jean in the late 1980s, seemed to me to convey an allusion to my important work on Galaxy Formation, which in spite of its epochal character, has never been a best seller of mine.

Kansas Hound Presses West Virginia Lever for a Pellet

My marketing campaign recently included West Virginia, so I discover a weather image of a hound with his heart in Kansas pressing a lever hinged in West Virginia for a pellet. Actually, West Virginia looks like slim pickings compared with some other places I've just partially reached, such as territory in New York State. West Virginia split away from Virginia (capital Richmond) just prior to the Civil War, being dominated by coal mining men, if I am not mistaken. Since it seems somewhat underdeveloped, it was probably a dog of a decision. I had stopped marketing in Texas to go off on a tangent for some untouched states; hence the dog shows tits in Texas for hind legs. Perhaps the cloud pattern over Manitoba hints that I should not neglect Canada. This is the utility of divination from entrails obtained via satellite technique: one might get a valuable tip from the cloud tops.
Audio: Magic Man by Heart

A Scotty Dog for Missing Scotch Presbyterian Church this Weekend

This weekend I happened to miss out on the First Presbyterian church coffee fellowship, which was held for a change at Economy Corner. "Make not my Father's House a house of merchandise", I seemed to recall, and bowed out of the shop for the bookstore and the library. Then the Scotch Presbyterian spirit that looks after me from above imaged me as a Scotty Dog pet, however. I was followed by an old Scotsman on Sunday in a previous Weather Vision, at the end of (now lost) Weather Visions 10 when I missed church another time. This story continues in (now lost) Weather Visions 11. The Greens were never much for church on Sunday, although my parents married in church. As a child I spent many Sundays in the Sunroom with Grandma and Granddad Green, reading National Geographic, the newspaper, The Saturday Evening Post, or Boys Life. The attraction to church became stronger when the family seemed to have all died or moved away. Since February of 2003, I am the last one of the old Green-Mayfield family surviving in Wichita area, except for Cheryl Mayfield, who lives out of town. When the original heavenly host has passed away, it's handy to have church for an extended family. I still get together with some North High grads, but the church where your parents were married is a good prop for meeting remotely family-associated folks.