Friday, April 21, 2017

May Day is coming again

Now we gather in green flowered fields,
garland the giant pole with vines.
Dance around and around and around,
with colorful flower chains we wind.

With joyful abandon we shed inhibitions,
explore new possibilities with each other;
cast aside all societal prohibitions, and
immerse in sensuality with partner or lover.

May day, a new day, fertility and thrill day,
summer sun and warmth is coming!
Anticipate all the joys you will have,
in field, or forest, in tall grass roaming.

Endless possibilities will excite the imagination,
propel explorations to reach your peak exhilaration.


- end

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Planting possibilities

Spring, the time of year to plant seeds.
Kentucky bluegrass to cover the lawn,
zinnias and cosmos and snapdragons
to color borders and add brightness.

Plant deeds of goodwill to make happy
those swaying human constructs that
populate nearby properties.
Plant new programs of self-enhancement.
New pathways to brighter tomorrows.
Plant rows of possibility and mounds
of positiveness for posterity.

Until the negative remarks overwhelm me,
and I cease planting to go inside and fume.
It would be so nice to plant in a state of positivism.

Instead I seem to exist in a universe of negativism.

-end

Thursday, April 06, 2017

Entire System in our Grasp

   It will be wonderful for society to look forward to a grand expansion into outer space. Colonies on the Moon, on Mars, the larger asteroids, can all host a traveling public eager to see new sights. There are huge resources out there to tap and mine, and these could be used to build ever-more distant habitats and colonies. When humanity understands that it can expand ever-farther outward,
an incredible optimism takes hold. Nothing need be denied us with the proper application of ever-improving technologies! Even as our lives are extended with genetic and other treatments, and our physical bodies are adapted to the rigors of space, our modes of travel are bound to improve as well.
A few generations out, our great-grandchildren will be flitting about at the outer edges of the Solar System, possibly preparing for a longer voyage to the nearest star. They will look different, they will think faster and move better, having been prepared and evolved somewhat for a space environment. They will enjoy very advanced communication and entertainment technologies, many of which will be embedded in their bodies, or attached at a very fine level. And they will look back at us, and wonder how we ever got by without the advanced attributes that they enjoy every day.

I am looking forward to the exciting days coming in the near and not-so-near future. In the meantime, enjoy the links to stories about the same:

A Strange Enterprise collection of speculations

New Venture – Dycen Alexander

Thanks for taking a look :)



Wednesday, April 05, 2017

Links, links and more links

See the pretty links - click on the pretty links

Future Property – Michael Wilson

Experimental Tales – Dycen Alexander

The Osmotics – Dycen Alexander
https://www.amazon.com/Osmotics-Dycen-Alexander/dp/1495486575

New Venture – Dycen Alexander

Epic Prime Collection – Dycen Alexander

Crime Spree – poetry - Mike Wilson

A Strange Enterprise collection of speculations

Shadow Intersection - poetry



Thanks for clicking on the pretty links.  Have a great day


Monday, April 03, 2017

Vacuumed dry

Oh for the lack of things to post, how frustrating to run out of ideas.   I blame Facebook partly.  Every time I stop back on there, just feel like I must comment on someone's post.  FB asks me what is on my mind, and I have to tell the world.  A crazy compulsion, to be sure.  
     But I did do something extremely rare tonight.  I cracked open a (paper) book, and found something interesting to read about.  Which led to a Google search.  But I will not go post it on FB - it is going here!   A very large fungus, living mostly underground, occupies Michigan's Upper Peninsula, called an Amillara Bulbosa, or "honey mushroom."  With miles of fibers underground, the thing drains nutrients from living tree roots and is humongous.  Life takes such strange forms - I'm always amazed.  Here is the link to the huge fungus among-us.    Have fun reading about it, or not.

http://smellslikescience.com/humongous-fungus/

good wishes to all, and goodnight.



Monday, March 27, 2017

flip-flops and registers

What a trip it has been studying a low-level programming language, after a brief 10 year stint writing fiction and poetry  - LOL.  The tutorial I'm taking is talking about bitwise operators, shifting bits, and so forth.  Making me flash back to the time in the late 1970s when  I bought a kit, and built  (or soldered) a flip-flop circuit.   Can't remember it the thing actually worked - it was supposed to be a portion of a binary adder or register.  It was educational - must have been, if I still remember it today.      In any case, nowadays we have multi-CPU PCs and etc - will be interesting to learn how programming languages deal with all of that.

Even  though I'm studying C,
it would be nice to occasionally be
simply reading poetry under a tree;
Many ways to set a mind free.

Have a good day today, wherever you happen to be.



Wednesday, March 22, 2017

posting stuff then and now

Early 90s – turn on PeeCee. Open the Windows Terminal from Accessories, and type in a phone number to connect. Once you dial in through an 800 number, you see a text main menu.
Select menu choice to access the Internet. Browse text windows. Find a Usenet server, download newsgroups, subscribe to one. Then, write out your post. Takes about an hour or so.
Oh - you want to send an email?  Maybe you can get Eudora and run it standalone, or perhaps use Pine on a unix server.  The are as arcane as they sound, back then!  You can always dial BBS's from your Terminal window, and figure out their interfaces - all text based.

Mid 90's. Turn on PC. Fire up client program or terminal, and connect to a BBS. In some cases, connect to the Internet. More downloading and subscribing before you can post. Chat programs exist, and you can type back and forth text messages. MIRC appears (a successor to regular IRC), and there are many more boards to chat on. Netscape dominates the WWW with its rich graphical interface, until Microsoft muscles in.

Mid to late 90's. America Online and its advanced (for the time) Graphical User Interface. Join groups, and message back and forth in group windows, etc. Now you can post and chat with great ease.

Late 90's to 2000's: Internet access through a variety of means, including AOL, Compuserve, Earthlink, AT&T, etc. The Web Browser totally supplants text messaging and BBS's. Free services pop up, competition heats up among ISPs. Cable modems and DSL come on to the scene. It becomes easier than ever to chat with someone.

Late 2000's: Facebook comes into existence. Now anyone can post pictures of pets, their bodies, cars, whatever they like, and talk about them, and share with others or the world.  The Iphone debuts.

Now: I can post this on FB  (via my handheld smartphone)  and show it to the world. A far cry from text-based Telnet or IRC, running on those rickety old 386 and 486-based desktop machines. My, how far we have come in such a short time.

BTW, have you seen what my cat looks like? LoL.





Saturday, March 11, 2017

Twenty-Teens

Freedom has gone back in the closet,
bare skin hidden under strict doctrine.
Modesty ushers in chastity,
boldness replaced by rigidity.

Shorts replaced by baggy pants in basketball,
swim trunks change into swim suits.
No untoward exposure allowed in our
neo-victorian society, so changed over
the decades from the freewheeling 1960's.

That party ended long ago, of course.
But social mores and attitudes still ossify,
leading one to wonder aloud:
“What will be the breaking point?”
“When can youth once again break free?”
The time is here for another social revolution.

Will anyone be able to pull themselves away,
or electronic devices hold complete sway.
Cannot promulgate any youthful rebellion
when your mind is tethered to civilization.

Someday someone will escape the electronic cage,
go out into the streets, shuck all inhibitions, and rage!



Thursday, March 09, 2017

Silicon-telligence


The earliest days of computing were
comprised of electromechanical counters;
punch cards, adding machines, sorters
and tabulators populated many backrooms.

Those who could run such things were
considered whizzes, invaluable to the business.
From accountants scratching balances out to
automatic, universal computing machines was
around 100 years total.

Punched card data processing transformed
accounting and record-keeping in a few decades.
The mainframe systems that followed
changed things still further, paving the way for
remote transactions of all kinds. ATM's
followed, and anywhere banking soon arrived.

Today the many marvels we all enjoy
derive from those early pioneers' efforts.
Atanasoff, Mauchly, Eckerd, and Turing;
Many more names could be added here.
Each gave their contribution to the whole
of automated computing knowledge.

When someday AI entities look back,
perhaps they will worship these folks
as their creators, progenitors, founders all.
Machine entities might fill silicon cathedrals,
keening the praises of their flesh forbears...

Perhaps their choirs will sound like the squeal
of an old-fashioned modem handshake?

All Praise Semiconductors Be,
No Longer Carbon-based Life are We!

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Monday, March 06, 2017

Finally - something

     My creative wellspring seems to have run dry lately for blog posts. But my excuse is that I am channeling all of my efforts towards national poetry contests, trying to come up with material to enter them. The political scene lately has made my blood boil. Do not like to see workers rights trampled, safeguards and benefits taken away, etc, etc. No need to rehash it all here, but the actions going on in the Iowa statehouse, as well as the US congress are disheartening to say the least. I'm just trying to put my head down and keep going, every day. It's all most of us can do, being powerless to affect the outcome.
At least I saw something interesting on the Internet. Researchers have made a new discovery regarding the brain, the existence of a few very long neurons that connect many separate parts of the brain. When these are artificially stimulated in a test subject, they basically lose consciousness – it just switches off. When the stimulation stops, they regain consciousness, not remembering what happened.

At least some science marches on.

      

Monday, February 20, 2017

Palm Springs a delight to the senses

My eyes enjoyed the blue skies, bright sunshine and colorful flowers.
My ears enjoyed the tinkle of fountains, and the song of unfamiliar birds.
My nose enjoyed desert scents and the scent of good food being prepared.
My mouth savored many flavors of delicious meals enjoyed.
My body enjoyed swimming in pools and soaking in hot tubs, and the feel of warm sunshine
on my exposed skin in February – in a warm climate, of course.

My limbs enjoyed stretching themselves while hiking through desert, climbing on rocks,
walking along Andreas Canyon – or stretching out on that big king-sized bed in our room.

A vacation is a rare and special delight, even if it is expensive. Good to revisit it in memory frequently. May all who read this be similarly blessed to enjoy their own special vacation this year.


Thursday, February 02, 2017

What if...

I had a pleasant daydream the other day.

What if all nations of the earth
devoted their entire military budgets
to getting along and increasing human happiness?

What if everyone devoted the same intensity, ingenuity,
the same selfless dedication to improving the lot
of the Human Race, instead of destroying same.

The Earth might reach a level of happiness
unimaginable in prior ages. Major problems
like hunger, disease and environmental problems
could be wiped out by dedicated, concerted efforts
of all the worlds defense organizations.

Hell, even defense contractors could make boatloads
of money on new tech developed to clean up the Earth,
and feed the billions who are starving.

One can only imagine.


But imagine fast – the dark clouds of more wars gather.



Sunday, January 29, 2017

Sunday outing at the local Art Center

In the sun-dappled galleries fine works of art
peer down from walls at the living works
in progress, viewing them all through jelly
wet lenses glistening with wonder.

Difficult to tell which works of art are
more compelling, those on the walls
or the ones viewing the creations.

My vote goes to the latter,
the living and unfolding works
on two legs, that carry brains
capable of near-infinite ability – their
youthful perfection glows with vitality.

It is delightful watching these
ahhh-ing in surprise at the static
snapshots of some artists mental
landscape montage – a double treat
one Sunday at the Des Moines Art Center.



Links to some good winter reading

Enjoy!

Future Property – Michael Wilson

Experimental Tales – Dycen Alexander

The Osmotics – Dycen Alexander
https://www.amazon.com/Osmotics-Dycen-Alexander/dp/1495486575

New Venture – Dycen Alexander

Epic Prime Collection – Dycen Alexander

Crime Spree – poetry - Mike Wilson

A Strange Enterprise collection of speculations

Shadow Intersection - poetry


 -end

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Free Poetry online book

Not sure how much longer the site will have this up, so I'm spreading the word.  Enjoy this free poetry ramblings page while it is still extant.  

http://www.dycen-alexander.com/digits6.htm

Have a good one...


Discord in the Ranks



A new leader promises a better way,
past injustices and abuses will end.
America's wealth will henceforth stay
between our borders, which we will defend.

But the flock is not in unison,
flying way out of formation.
Many protests unfold across the nation,
some groups engage in property destruction.

This nation of thousands of advocacies
will seethe and squirm in unfamiliar rule;
can this new team navigate intricacies
of agencies they once promised to undo?

One can only pray and hope for the best,
as we watch this new circus put to the test.



- end


Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Real Politics

starts at home...

The council gets together and decides what to do,
then they sell it to the public with a big “woo-hoo.”
Representative democracy gives way to oligarchy,
the privileged few know how to work democracy.

It is so nice to have others make the decisions,
while we sit back and mock with derision.
But once in a while they can get it wrong,
remove or build anew where it doesn't belong.
Then duck the issue or sing the 'same old song.'

Forget the panic when a new President is elected,
and look away from that new Governor selected;
Your biggest concern as an involved citizen
should be your city leadership and their henchmen!

For they most directly affect your lives day-to-day,
if you are old or young, rich or poor, straight or gay.
So write those letters, attend the meetings, and vote
at every election – at least you can “get their goat!”


- end


Friday, January 13, 2017

For my cat-loving friends

Thought it was just fleas...

  When my beloved cat Coco came in the other day, I was a bit shocked. She had some raised areas on her skin, and scratched at these often. I just cursed and went for the flea spray. But when I spritzed her, she just stood there. Okay, what gives – usually she will go running for the hills when I deploy the spray bottle. Not this time. She just stood there, as if to say please make them go away.

      So I sprayed her all over and under, as good as I could. The bumps on her skin moved around, as if irritated. But they stayed in place, and I didn't see anything fly off of her. She smelled like an insecticide bath, but still stood there. Finally, she wandered off into the living room and lay down. I watched her for a bit, then resumed my other activities. Dishes had to be washed, clothes put away, that sort of thing. I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye, and turned. Something had detached itself from the back of the cat! I tried to follow it, but it was a blur in the air, and soon hid somewhere.
     I turned my gaze back towards the cat. Her back was moving around some. She looked back at me, and mewled sadly. As if to say,
Something is really wrong here, and I don't know what.

I knelt down, and tried to pet her, lumps and all. She yowled again. The lumps moved, so I tried to peel back fur and see what they were. A whitish bug flew right up at my eyes, and I naturally flinched. It darted off sideways, and also disappeared. I turned my gaze back at poor Coco's flank. The spot vacated by the flying bug had an angry welt and a spot of blood. No wonder she was yowling. But other bumps on her flank were still moving around. I peeled away fur on some of these, and a few of the flying things took off. But a couple just stayed, moving gossamer wings.
I tried peeling one off of her. It came out slowly, and Coco yowled, jumped up and ran off. I looked at it, but it fluttered fast, and escaped my grip.
     “Okay, cat, I'm just trying to help you out.” I let her and the bugs be a moment, busying myself with dinner preparation. She crept back around me, as if in forgiveness stance. So I quickly knelt down, grabbed her, and tried prying another of the damned bugs off. It seemed to disintegrate in my fingers. But she bled a bit, yowled, and struggled. Then she leaped out of my hands and ran off to hide under the bed.
     “I wish you would get back here and let me help you get those goddamned things off of you.”
I knelt beside the bed to see where she was, and was greeted with a low growl.
     “Okay, suffer then. Be that way.” I rose and headed back into the living-room. Three of the flying bugs were circling in the air now. What the hell are those? Moths?
As I got closer to eye them, one took a swoop right at my eyes. I swatted at it with my hand, and felt a stinging pain. “Ouch! You sonovabitches.”
     Bug spray might not work on these things. I need a swatter of some kind!
So I found a magazine, rolled it up, and prepared to go to war. I looked at my stung hand, and there was a spot of blood. Almost like it had jabbed me with something. They kept circling around the middle of the living room. If they were moths, they would have gone towards a light, I reasoned; but these just stayed in the middle of the room.

These things look almost....intelligent. As if they know what they are doing.

I held the rolled-up magazine partway up, so I was able to raise it when they all came at me at once. I swatted several times, and made contact with my hand. It was like swatting something metallic.
I saw one on the floor, and a second was stuck somehow to my magazine-swatter. The third was nowhere to be seen. Ouch! It got me on the neck. I smacked at it with a hand until it dislodged, and fell to the ground. My neck bled as if stung by a large insect. I was beginning to feel panic.
If three of these are that bad, what about all of the others on Coco's back?

I had to take stock, so I retreated to my office. None were to be seen in there. I sat down heavily, and pondered what to do. I couldn't just leave Coco. But if I took her to a vet, maybe they could deal with these – whatever they were. I had never seen anything like them, of course. And then the random thoughts crept into my mind. “Intelligent... Organized.....Metallic. It couldn't be...

A situation had presented itself that should have been impossible, but here it was. It just wouldn't go away. I thought and thought, turning it over in my head. And then when one of the silvery moths flew into the office, slow and deliberate, I knew what I had to do.

I presented my open palm for it to land on. It did so. Instead of sticking me right away, it seemed to sniff around with some tiny whiskers, that tickled. I held still and let it do its thing.
Soon, I felt it penetrate my skin with a few tiny things (wires?). I felt some strange sensations going up my arm. These subsided, and then there were some noises going on in my mind. I tried to direct some thoughts back towards the source. And after sitting there for an hour, letting the Moth-creature direct my thinking, we had established a simple language. Pictures of a crude spacecraft, a planetary system far away. Earth, our forests, our weather. My cat. They had tried communicating with Coco, poor thing. Soon, there were about twenty of the silver-moths coming into the room and landing on my skin, hands, face. But Coco was running around the house now. I stole a glance at her. Her back was clear. She came up to me, and let out some meows, as if to say, Thanks for getting them off of me – and onto you!

But I subsumed myself into internal chatter back and forth. The moths were actually cybernetic explorers. And they were using my nerve pathways to talk to me – and each other. I tried to help them as much as I could. But soon I began to get a nasty headache, and my muscles were twitching and aching. I finally managed to send some pleas to the creatures.
Thank you for telling me about your mission and your location and everything else. I have tried to help you. But my body is wearing out from your data exchanges. Please could you give me a rest, or go find another host?
'We will find another host. Thank you very much for your assistance. As a token reward for your help, we have given you some improvements. Be sure to take daily vitamin supplements. This is a must, for your survival, human. Take your supplements. Thank you again, and farewell. Open your so that we may go.

They all rose off of me as one, a fleet of 20 or so. They stood off about two feet. Then I said “well, duh.” and went to open my door and let them out. They executed a pirouette, and then flew out the door, into the dusk. I shut the door, and looked over my hands, arms. There were no marks or bites.
Did I just imagine this?

But then my memory replayed segments of the experience, as if on demand. I watched in my mind's eye crystal clear as it replayed snippets, concluding with me letting them out the door only a moment ago. A final scene was of me swallowing a few multivitamins.

Wow, but my memory seems to have improved or something. Was that one of the improvements?
I went and found coco, who had jumped up on her favorite perch, my office chair. She was licking the areas of her back they had tried to probe. But when I softly stroked her, she purred, as if to say, “All is well now.”

Some facts crept into my head about giving her some special diet cat food. As I have since discovered, my brain is operating more and more like a supercomputer. I have near total recall, and photographic at that. I can read a book, synthesize it into my knowledge database inside, and remember everything. It is fantastic. But if I skip taking vitamins, I get nasty headaches, and I mean head-splitters. So I guess I'm forevermore addicted to multivitiamin-minerals. I took those anyway, before all of this.

I've been watching the news to see if anything has been reported on a “First Contact” event with an Extraterrestrial civilization. Nothing there. Just a few reports of a silver moth infestation. And a surprising spike in our local schoolkids scoring at the top of their rank on the SAT test. Coco sits on my lap, watching with me. After each story finishes, she looks up at me and gives out a low grunt.
I can swear she is giving me a grin, as if to say, how about that, huh? She seems to understand human language now. And I mean literally understand it. I must have the first cat in history that can truly understand the spoken word.

But knowing my Coco, she will still ignore me, whenever she feels like it. Feline nature never changes.


Monday, January 09, 2017

Throwing It Off

It has been heavy and cloying,
this wet blanket of Flu misery.
Every day it lightens a bit,
I breathe a bit easier,
coughing is more effective.

It is a slow process,
this recovery of my full
physical and mental powers.
Naturally I am impatient;
there is a lot I want to do!

But I remember how I felt last Monday,
like walking death, and see some others
sick and absent from work now.
Count my good fortune that I'm
further down health's path,
and my even be able to go out
this coming weekend.

Good riddance to nasty flu viruses
forever, may they never come

near me again, ever.

- end


Friday, January 06, 2017

Opening the algebra text after many years did it

Cracking open a math text after ten years,
cracked open bottled-up inadequacies.

To be young and full of worry juice,
mired in a thousand feelings and desires and fears;
Financial headaches and acne tribulations.

'Drugs are not getting any cheaper,
and if you are caught the fines are steep.
Being a teen or twenty-something has never
been easy, but is getting harder than ever.'

Difficult to believe that all the older folk are
jealous of your youth and want to be young again.
You would just about trade it all for their financial
security, their later-model car, house, and freedom.
(Unless it included a bad marriage, problem kids, etc).

The grass is always greener, and everyone wants what someone else has.
At least we're still on the "right side of the grass."





Sunday, January 01, 2017

HNY 2017

Another year finally won,
another year already begun.
Cast away those regrets,
“What's done is done.”

Time to set new goals,
finish work and have fun.
The days are getting longer,
we will see more of the Sun.

Rest up today then dig in tomorrow,
launch new initiatives and finish old;
Return items and money borrowed,
Create memories to cherish like gold.

We are still here to carry the standard high,
leap over obstacles, look up, let our hopes fly.

HNY 2017



 - end