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Satellite Visions 006
 Dawg-Wig with Tail Feathers: It's the "Tooth" about "Georgia", Home of the "Pussy Hound".
The tip of the giant hound tooth, evidently passing through Atlanta, ends on the same line of elevation as "Savannah", Georgia. This might be a remark from Above concerning my last Satellite Vision 005, Green Kisses a Mermaid as a Christiaan Huygens Kitty-Cat, which seemed to feature me in my evening Newtonian nightcap wig, which was grazing Kansas. In this case, it looks a bit like a sad-eyed beagle underneath with a nose for Tennessee. In this case the hound's tooth seems to be rooted at Clemson University in South Carolina, home of astrophysicist Dr. Donald D. Clayton, author of one of my favorite science books, Principles of Stellar Evolution and Nucleosynthesis. Perhaps Clayton's book has something to do with how I seem to be in tune with the gigantic stellar energies that heat the atmosphere and drive the clouds around. I think perhaps the first book like this that I read was Martin Schwarzschild's Structure and Evolution of the Stars. Many such books later, I wrote my own stellar structure software code for investigating fusion processes and stellar evolution, and published Thermonuclear Fusion in Stars by James A. Green, now available in 2nd edition form. I think I may have been the first investigator to publish stellar structure programs and source code software to accompany such a volume, for ultimate clarity. Note that the hound seems to have no jaw, indicating that he has lost his "jawb". I need to sell more of these, believe me. That old hound is the spirit of "tooth", who has hounded Dr. Clayton with letters since Weather Visions 1. Most recently, I wrote to Dr. Clayton to protest his giving up the 1961 abundances favored by Aller, who determined the abundances of hydrogen and helium in stars by an examination of stellar ejectae in planetary nebulae. These exploding stars devour their cores, which collapse to exhale virgin material from surrounding layers out into the universe that is heated enough to spectroscopically analyze with confidence. Convection loops during stellar evolution are tight and do not mix much material up to higher layers in the star. These higher layers escape at core collapse time with nearly the composition they had at star formation time. Aller's spectroscopic result agrees well with my own calculations based on Green-brand Big Bang theory!
 Italian Cardinal perches on Italy like a Bird, Examining a Strangely Costumed Parade Person with a Pecker-Spike on his Helmet, a Beard, and a Cape Behind.   We have seen unusual soldier boys at the funeral of Pope John Paul II, which included delegations from many corners of the world. "Look out, the saints are coming through... and It's All Over Now, Baby Blue." (Bob Dylan) (Photos A.P.)  Mexico points to Long-Hair Dog in Kansas with sex-doll ear hair.
A ghostly hand points from Mexico to a long-haired dog in Kansas, no doubt me with my wig on. If I'm really careful about it, and diet hard, sometimes I can manage to look like Joan Baez from the neck up. It's a gas to be beautiful and turn on the entire complex of sex fibers. The Almighty, however, chides us about it by representing the angelside of rebirth as a moon dog with a deep keel and a book on his back. Finally, in wrinkled old age, one may grow a beard and face it down.
   Joan Baez and Bohemian Green as Christiaan Huygens or Joan of Arc, Behaving like the Number "6". Right: Martian Mythos. This look is sometimes mocked in cloud visions as a Collie Dog with a Floppy Hat, and above as a Dawg-Wig with Tail Feathers. "D-mock-crass-y" is built into the ghost, probably as a gentle course-correction for the Sons of the Divine Wind.
This morning the dog image at the top of this page had me considering the Kenny Rogers alternative, something a bit more like the soldier marching in to the pope's funeral with a beard and a pecker-spike helmet. My experiments in the psychology of sexuality seem to indicate that the mood one gets into is conditioned by one's appearance, like something out of the theory of character acting, or "method acting". Configured like Joan Baez, I seem pleased to WUF down those dongs and shine them up with my whole soul, counting with gusto and enthusiasm on both sides of the Lord. Configured as a handsome officer, I'm cool enough to think and work without much distraction, and am more courtly in my behavior, more "Orionid". Equipped with a beard, I can march around like a polish chicken that can shake his head and throw quills. In a Peter, Paul & Mary Van Dyke I feel more kingly, but then I look relatively sinister and frighten children and small dogs, seeming to resemble a bear trap for foolish penis. Falling out of love into a stall can precipitate this kind of roll-thrashing investigation, like a sequence of dreams experienced in an isolation tank.
My heavy muscles seem to pull me back to my usual steady-state handsome officer format, however. Perhaps extreme V-shape causes the Orionid instability: one can easily tumble down the river Eridanus to the Horologium if the waist is narrow enough and one hits a stumbling block. I guess multiply-divorced males are more likely to fall this way. The star "Cursa" in Eridanus seems to commemorate the curses I emitted when I was dismissed from Honeywell DCPD, and Fornax & Fornacis seem to be about how we may break and fall when we are no longer very much for the pursuit of our jobs and our angels. My resume seems to be mirrored not only in Gemini, Lupus (the wolf), and Draco, but also in the handle of the Big Dipper. Putting the handle behind me, I seemed to fall back on home again, like Hercules falling from Ophiuchus as Boötes descending on Virgo-Ruth. Putting the handle in front, I seem to cut through into another forward cycle of the Great Hunter. Putting the handle behind me, I seemed to wind up like Centaurus beneath Virgo, rejoicing in peace over the balance Libra of my ultimate equations and the new edition of my resume Lupus, the wolf. But on the Summer side of the Sky I could turn up more like the star queen in M16 than like the intellectually superior and focused hero of the forebrain, a role to be resumed in the Winter. |