This morning you can see the continental cloud cover joke about what James A. Green picked. See the Colorado fellow in a wig looking at a pair of pinchers in Oklahoma pinching Texas, the scene that identifies "pick", the theme of the election season. Again last night I was luxuriating privately in my quarters, wearing my Hollywood wig and...by great Caesar's soulful bowels of Christian mercy! Ah! Ah! "Philemon" be praised!

Galaxy M100 Includes a George Washington mythic core. George faces a spade beard here. Note the 21st Century fur collar on his coat and bottom glow on the hotpoint of his tie.

I really ought to get out and negotiate a better social arrangement than a luxurious Christy wig, total fulfillment, and a firm grip on my bone. Meanwhile, I tune in to the ghostly image of George Washington quite a bit, who is shown in the photo on the eastern boundary of Kansas. George haunts and advises me as the shade of President, creating soft sparkling color pictures of himself in my mind. Sometimes he is like an eagle. To the East, we have faithfully represented the posture my body was in last night. Today I returned to educating my more intelligent head. I may get this treatment for being one of the sons of the American Revolution, actually descended from the 1776 revolutionaries with their Minute Man faces of true "rue" that can join you after a quick shave. I think it was I who devised the correct theoretical approach to galaxy formation via the He++ -> He+ phase transition in the Big Bang fireball at the time the first bound atoms formed, so there is George sporting a pregnant stomach in Galaxy M100 and watching over his sons through the cloud cover. These days most Americans around Kansas seem to have been born from the bellies of jet planes. Did you notice that Superman died recently, showing a bald pate? Our constitution based on the "inalienable" rights of man encourages internationalism and immigration. Now the descendants of the American Revolution are mostly more in the company of the internationalists and harder to pick out. Meanwhile, some of the galactic details must be sifted from the bound books I have produced on Galaxy Formation and other themes on science and engineering available from Greenwood Research. Now if I can just come down from the sky long enough to do the paperwork for the Hong Kong deal, I may have some extra spare change from a binding job for my own books. It's the Am-air-I-can way, from Galaxy Formation via the Gas Dynamics of Sir James Jeans and further investigations of James A. Green.

However, it is hard to talk it up for Galaxy Formation in the local physics graduate seminar, which has been discontinued in my neighborhood so that I cannot easily gainsay local students of physics, I suspect. Thus we move from USA to UMB reasoning in which you don't say. Most faculty are determined to avoid describing the existence of the mythic projection in scenes and figures from the celestial sphere, too, altogether rejecting the discipline of reviewing what is suggested by the form of a nebulosity when it is regarded a communication from On High. Many science teachers oppose publishing Science Faction, perhaps because then they have to suffer publish-or-perish trials to obtain tenure, often under the heel of cruel editors, instead of merely agreeably teaching old material. This is how teachers get control that silences a school of thought and dampens creativity, as if they were paid to teach us not to write. I am suspicious of teachers that teach us not to write or who seek to silence us.
I grapple sometimes with problems in elementary particle physics featuring constants that have been stripped off the equations, so that the equations may impede fools with better effect, it seems. They have been written partly in disappearing ink, I see, perhaps to get students closer for the purpose of dealing with them in close quarters. Then we have each other to reach for, thicker straws fit for the clutching. "Help Me" phenomena could then be served by making problems more difficult than they are, so that help would be more often requested in exchange for substantial payments. I get the impression that the Spirit of Truth may be advanced by writers that choose not to slavishly copy their professors, who could use some serious competition in this arena from the ranks of graduate students armed with a determination to make everything as clear as glass outside the system until they themselves are under glass. As a consequence, dropouts might experience Been Down So Long It Seems Like Up to Me world view transformations similar to mine. Perhaps what the world needs now is a Mark Twain in each scientific discipline, someone who can make the other side of things quite publicly visible.
I think of the suppression of intellectuals that took place during the Chin dynasty, which fell at the time of the rise of Han. Imposition of standards designed to draw artificially confused students in so that they could be straightened out in person may be ruled out in the future by our ability to self-publish and distribute manifestly superior material which actually does more for intelligence than a kind of fan dance in the documents featuring screened-down equations with missing constants.
A doctor's plot could be good or bad for us. The ready availability of self-publishing now makes alternative opinions more readily available, so that our insight may soar, as official projections are sometimes processed down to something requiring professorial assistance as a matter of course. Equations may be stripped to create secret formulae, but I don't like it. Physics is tough enough without such stuff. Engineering seems less infected with it. It seems a better way is simply to corner public laboratories and dispense with secret code.