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The Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence came up empty. So we lowered our sights and began the Search for Extraterrestrial Life. This too was inconclusive. Chemical signatures in spectra could indicate life, but could also be inorganic in origin.

Then, one day, we found a signature that was unmistakably from a civilization that had recently poisoned its world to extinction.

Annoyingly, we could still not answer the question of whether we were currently alone in the universe.


Beauty is a form of Genius,—is higher, indeed, than Genius, as it needs no explanation. It is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or spring-time, or the reflection in dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned. It has its divine right of sovereignty. It makes princes of those who have it. -Oscar Wilde

I’ve been on a 90’s movies diet lately. More than nostalgia for my formative years. I found myself missing 90’s America. An America confident in its role in a post Cold War world, ready to fight to stop a genocide or believing that exporting the values that made it great would make the world better. Right or wrong I miss the optimism of the 90’s..

@simon also what happened to the one sex scene/ nudity common in most 90’s movies?

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As In Search of Lost Time, I like examining my early experiences. I revisited two movies that marked my teenage years but that I have completely forgotten. “Under Siege” and “The Rock”. To my surprise, adult me is still impressed by the depth and complexity of their scripts, especially Under Siege. I’m I showing my age when I say even the best productions from Netflix can’t come close 90’s productions. Or is there something true about the slow but inevitable dumbing down of Hollywood/ Netflix?

Standing atop my mountain of procrastination. Overlooking the day that just passed by. On my face a curious smile. Satisfied, content, ecstatic that I have done everything but what I had to do. So goes by life, my life, life..

I heard Seth Godin once say that if you're not doing creative work you're just another cog in the system. I understood creative work to be the most rewarding type of work one can do. Yet exposing ones creative flows to the world is nerve wreaking to the point of stopping you from ever attempting to be creative.

I decided early on that owning a 1952 Mercedes SL300 was the way to measure success in my adult life. Today in my thirties I couldn't be further away from the teenager that formulated that thought. Yet I still judge myself by that vain, immature dream that has never materialized...

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