Thirteen Steps

I was just moved by a YouTube featuring, of all things, autotune. See for yourself:

From the song / book / TV show:

The sky calls to us
If we do not destroy ourselves
We will one day venture to the stars

A still more glorious dawn awaits
Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise
A morning filled with 400 billion suns
The rising of the milky way

I’m going to order the book and DVD set of the 13-Hour TV series now. Come over and we’ll watch it together.

I was on a beach with my girlfriend who, in this dream, was a naked, blonde woman with sand covering her body. She looked like the usual magazine beach-shoot girl. Photographers were following her.

I was uncomfortable because a particularly aggressive duck was chasing me. I could tell that the duck wanted to bite me. I was worried that this duck would distract me long enough for the shark that was wading in the nearby shallow water to jump onto the sand and bite me.

Just prior to waking up, and in the midst of this photo-shoot-duck-and-shark madness, I lamented Michigan’s terrible weather and stated that I’d rather live on the west coast.

Over thirty years ago, Jacque Fresco expressed what I think are logical and feasible ideas on The Larry King show. Can we start listening to him now?