This weekend I was a cow for a Raiders of the Lost Ark video experience, and turned in the tape this morning. So there are my lips over "Indiana" to confess that....straight from the shoulder....I returned Indiana Jones to the Wichita Public Library. Meanwhile, I am haunted from behind by the sharp-cut Greenwood Research tree-man, who insists on a liquid diet these days to get that jaw line sharpened up for my promotional movie. Greenwood Research has plenty of work for me to do, including sharp new typography with automated spell-checking for several older editions, and a couple of new projects. Note the dark lips kissing Louisiana and "Tex-ark-ana" over Raiders of the Lost Ark is the heart of the matter. Behind me you can perhaps see a profile of my lost mother over Green Valley, Arizona, who is sick and may be about to become an "ancestor".
Audio: Raiders of the Lost Ark theme song.
Watching the movie prevented me from being sharp, studied, and rehearsed for my Visioneering meeting yesterday at 4.

My personal mythic synchronism to the whole of all may from time to time include mystic mirroring of trivial daily activities in a way that can be elucidated, but which must not be the result of a mirroring of especially big news or intense communicational activity, often noted to be connected with a mirroring event.

Note the shadow of the cross in the spirit seeming to hail me off the East Coast. I have been thinking more about introductions, greetings, and salutations lately, including some taken from the Christian Saints. I was hailed at a Dillons Super Store this morning like this by a 4'5" visitor from somewhere in China's interior today, after I looked at him with astonishment for about 30 seconds or so: I had never seen anyone quite like him. I smiled and waved back.