It was black and hinting at evil. I ran out the door into the cool morning as the clouds black and lustful, danced above my head. In the open elements under the writhing cauldron sky I stood in wax as my hair was lifted and spun in cyclonic fashion. I faded into the sensuality of the moment. A distant church tower chimed. I opened my eyes. I’d have to move quickly, I took my Explorer off the splintered old sawhorses. I admit a quick glance at my new repair. “Yeah, good.”, I thought. I’ll get at it with rubbing compound later. Out of the corner of my eye I saw clothing still hung from the lines flapping sideways, and looking like a coven of witches racing into the storm. I ran to each one and pulled them down until the lines were empty and my arms were full. The wind riled the clothing such that it felt as if I were holding a a flock of angry Grackles in my arms. Each trying to escape wherever my grip was weak. I ran them into the house which was still dark as the morning since I was the only one up and about. I tossed them aside for later attention. The wind whistled through windows left open to bring in the cool night air. The curtains swayed and reached out at their sides. I stood in the center of the house and watched the walls dance around me. I needed to be outside.

Meanwhile over the horizon and behind the rising sun the sound of thunder split the clear blue skies. . .

We all been playing those mind games forever
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil
Doing the mind guerrilla
Some call it magic, the search for the grail
- lennon

Ok kids. . . This is a test. What is this a picture of? Take your time. There is no wrong answer, but what you answer may tell us more than you’d like to share about how your mind works. . JB?

While JB tries to come up with an answer. . . AND in a suprisingly related topic, let’s go have a look at Freya Hoffmeister’s pictures from Greenland today!

Also here’s something cool: Rotem Ron should be completing her Circumnavigation of Iceland tomorrow (today?) It’s all so confusing. But if you can figure it out, here’s a webcam where you could possibly watch her arrival at Stykkisholmur. Wow, is she amazing or what!??

In the United States one would have to hike to the top of Tikaboo Peak to get a good view of Groom Lake, about 90 miles north of Las Vagas. Of course to most of us this secret military base is known as the fabled “Area 51″. From Tikaboo it is rumored you can get a great view of the airfield, x-plane test flights and depending on who you ask, commandeered alien technology.

The Welsh equivalent is a tidal Race called Penryn Mayr where last weekend ultra-kayaker and “test pilot” Axel Schoevers was seen in control of previously before undescribed craft with no markings or legible identification. Early reports were of a quick, shockingly manuverable boat that seemed made for surfing and playing in the rough. We needed to know more. I hauled out the secret red phone from the locked bottom drawer of my desk. Within a day our investigators gathered from the four corners of the world and met in secret at a little place called
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch,
which in English means something like: “The church of St. Mary in a hollow of white hazel near a rapid whirlpool and near St. Tysilio’s church by the red cave” in Anglesey. Sure, go ahead and try to pronouce it. Welsh 101 anybody? So, this is where they hatched their evil plan; To capture Nigel Dennis and take him to their temporary headquarters (which they set up in a location code named “Paddlers Return”.) and pump him for information!! Or should that be “tap” him. . .