Space Symposium

I need to write a report about my fun, fun, fun time at the Space Symposium in Orlando before the year is over. For that I will need to dig out my notebook.

Yes people, I went to a space symposium and took notes on a the lowest of low technology thingy – a dead tree product if you will – and in process acquired three pens that Paris Hilton would approve of. Although, I think mentioning Paris Hilton may disqualify me forever from an event of this ilk.

But I digress, I need to write a short report. Not because any of the netizens may want to read it, but because i promised myself that I will do it.

Working on my novel

I am working on two novels and I have two more sitting on the side lines pretending to be mere ideas. Two of them are for my daughter – juvenile fiction I think they call them – and two are for me. I have a horrendous feeling that will end up with one very large and confused book which will hop between the genres of SciFi, History, Contemporary Juvenile and maybe a few more…all the characters will get tangled so it will become a story of a brave princeling, space traveling as a convict and finally settling down and opening his own bake shop on an M class planet in Epsilon Indi.

Any takers ??

To be in love with some one who is technically dead.

I am delighted by the brain’s capacity to create realities that are technically non-existent.  Amazed really,  by the mind’s insistence that mere facts should never ruin one’s custom tailored truth.

I am delighted and amazed because I am in the habit of pretending that Issac Asimov is alive and well and any day now he will realize that I was always the prime love of his life. He will realize this and come to me, begging for a date, which will, of course, happen because we are not letting the technicalities like my marital status ruin this glorious reality.

Observe that I say reality, not imagination.

Imagination, my friends,  is for squares. True Believers are not squares, they are non linear, like space and time and they revel in the existence of alternate realities and parallel universes.

Lewis Carrol is dead, long live Quantum Mechanics.