Fireworks

Pyrotechnic wonder in your very own living room. In fact, pyrotechnic nets are the only effective way to trap mushroom people. Fleeting as they are, they provide sufficient energy and shazoom to stun the critters and stabilize their dimensional pogo stick field long enough for an alternate containment device (classically the polished skull of a unicorn worm) to be organised. The method is still new and mistrust is rife amongst the more traditional critter hunters with their silver skeins which inevitably injure the capture candidates. It's efficiency is undoubted, however, the shazoom factor which has been years in research and development is even thought to draw critters through the icosahedral dimensional rifts that they wander around. My collection is growing exponentially ever since I've switched to the pyrotechnic nets and one can feel sure that no critters are unduly wounded during the extraction proceedure. Soon my results will be presented to the 2kth Symposium of Grull Hunters in Vermont. Hopefully, this more humane and efficient way will take our art into the next trillbafloon. 

Yes, whatever dims eventually enters utter darkness if no salt water taffy machines are spinning their happy way nearby. Oh sweet nexus of light and cavities! It's not a bad thing really, your average afternoon walk can become a wonderful night lurk and the bizarre creatures that live in the labs and sing arias have more time to peer out longingly from the windows at passers by (or potential nutrition as they see it).
Ode to the Namibian upwelling system! Its microbial methanogens float islands on methane by choking out everything else. Maybe a smaller version of that is operating here, a sort of fizzy energy cokebottleneck that degrades all our glistening enamel into the mushy goo that the researches harvest from the drainage system and incorporate into the evil marshmellows they make in their lab ovens and sell to the unsuspecting inhabitants of the outside world. Spooky eh?
Don't be fooled by the smushy filling of schmores around the campfire - those were someones molars! Beware, Beware!!
 

The Dimming

The shadows grow long, and 8am feels like 5. This is the part of the semester when you start to feel you’re going to night classes. As a side effect, the dream/reality overlap becomes annoyingly strong and, for the first few hours of each day, being sure which is which is an ordeal. This entry was already posted about 2 hours ago from the office of some Russian secret service headquarters where I was packing for a day trip to Hannover. Go figure. I’m tempted to turn this into a dream log…it’s getting too dark here to see anything in normal lux anymore. I could start a bioluminescence farm, raising glow worms and fireflies, keeping a few glowing jelly fish in high pressure vats, possibly even coating my walls with glowing bacteria. The things we do… 

Phage!

Oh, and if you've ever wondered what a bacterial lawn riddled with bacteriophage virus plaques looks like, here you go.... 

Freid

Ah yes, in line photos without any html. Beauty. The Bremen Freimarkt opened yesterday and I might drop by to see what it's all about. On thursday, while in the city for my visual analysis course, several stalls that look like the transylvanian version of gingerbread houses were set up in all their glory. This year the weather has been amazing up until now - these freshmen are lucky - this time last year I was trying to recall what the sky looked like. Works for me, with the midterms slowly marching by, sky counts. Anyway, the I Ching smiles upon the mushroom people so it must be a good thing in the making. 

The producer - saturated with sake

To void yellboxes

Greetings everyone, in the right hand column (wonderfully enough the only column other than the text field) of this page there is a yellbox - a chat window looking thing - where I very politely and optimistically invited comment. Alas, now that that sphere of persona has withered away I have used a whole entry to draw attention to it.
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Ok, not a whole entry, since that's rather sad. I'm working on biochemistry homework right now. The ugly part is over, now comes the tedious part. What joy. There's a chinese fair at the local mall - I treated myself to a string of Buddhist prayer beads which I think are rather cool - I'm sure I was ripped off, but the merchant only spoke chinese and verbal abuse was in vain. Anyhow, I obtained a picture of him (he apparently is advertising his calligraphy skills) which is now stuck to the outside of our room door, much to Nikita's bewilderment (until he reads this).
We had a buddhist club meeting a few hours ago - I taught a fusion of advanced yogic meditation and zazen shikantaza which I find works wonders for qi control. Post in my yellbox and I might say more...ehehehe.