Wednesday, February 08, 2017
Trapped In Another's Mind
Yuent's only royalty came
from the Dixie-Whistling
Potato Peeler.
Finally, friend Henny convinced
him to go big.
In his regular job as maintenance
man at Little Jeb Early's Distillery,
he had access to the necessary tools.
A year later, Gert and Henny were
invited to Yuent's bungalow.
All hell broke loose. No, really.
The door opened to brilliance and
an overpowering stench.
Spun Henny around, an elbow striking
Gert, who ran as if her hair afire.
Was. Plunged into nearby Brunson's Pond.
The new police chief waited for the firemen
to finish, and then found no bodies. Neither
man. Gert in hospital for shock and burns
etc.
From Harvard, and kept their files
on his desk thereafter. Labeling both
"AD?"
For Another Dimension.
Henny's received the additional designation
TM.
Labels: dimension, dimensions, experiment, invention, mind capture
Sunday, August 28, 2016
The Minnesota Dream Monkey
(Obituaries from French,
British and German publications
here and here and here
...
Plus a poem in Japanese.)
...
our bright inquisitive dorothea
has left us but her work lives on!
--emailed, drsidneyglass@bestlab1.org
...
Our work, and that of Glass, converted
her dreams into a psychedelic river of
leaping fluorescence, and in her latter days
she learned that a few keystrokes could
change the program.
Into something otherworldly beautiful.
...
Only patent ever awarded to a monkey.
Labels: experiment, lab, monkey, psychedelic, science
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Science and the Right
-I think it’s called Animated Venn Diagram or
something. I’m just playing with it to see if it shows...
-Okay, one big balloon, Racists. I get that.
Another, Republicans. And...the two getting
together...whoa! Like, wait a minute! It shows
all Republicans Racists. That ain’t Science!
-It’ll take some tinkering.
-You need new data!
-I was expecting three-quarters.
-That’s realistic. I know that I’m a Republican and a Racist,
but not THEREFORE a Racist! Let’s, like, get real!
-Constant experiment! It’s the Science Life.
-They pay you for this?
-Your government does.
-Well, now with our new Righty bunch, you’re out
on your ass!
-Not necessarily. Why, look! The diagram changing
before our very eyes.
-Looks to be-eeeee about seven Republican Racists.
-They’ll be deified.
Labels: experiment, government, racist, Republican, Republican Racist, science, Venn
Sunday, November 10, 2013
The Power of Names
Experimenting With Nuts
“Abrupt them!” went the Doctor's direction.
“He's inventing a verb.”
“Whatever. How's it going with yours?” Claude
asked Jerry.
“My patients are batting 500.”
“Mine about the same.”
Anyway, makes no difference the context,” laughed Jerry,
“I just snap Name? LAST NAME FIRST!"
"As you’re supposed to, but what's it proving?"
"Ours not to reason why."
Whatever it proved or disproved, the program
went reasonably well until the new aide read
a forgetful patient his name. Trouble was he told
him the wrong name. So Bill Halkins became
Walter Sygminski.
And really did, from that moment. The unit thus
gaining an additional Walter.
When it was reported to the doctor, he got mixed up
and thought that Claude was the miscreant. "You need
a week off. You must have several vacation days coming.
Take next week, and that's an order.”
“But...!” got him nowhere. He swallowed yet another
injustice.
But the travel agent found him a place of
undemanding seminars and health whatevers.
And it was Bird Watching Week.
Claude bought a beautiful manual, and loved the
pictures. Absolutely loved them. Lingering over them.
He was very far from unwound, though, that first
morning when Rilly came to fetch him for a 7 am
massage. It being dark he stuck close to white-clad
Rilly, who chuckled hoarsely at Claude’s stumbles.
The lamplight in the studio showed him that
the departing Rilly was blind.
Brenda, the masseuse (perfumed least Shalimar), didn't
quite snap it, but Claude, in some still-sleepy perversity
he'll never grasp, answered her request for his name,
“Sygminski, Walter.”
Brenda embraced him. Rilly, outside, had overheard,
and reentered to embrace both together. Jinks, from
the next booth, rushed in and did the expected.
Whereupon the quartet swayed, emitting a high-pitched
"Walter! Walter!"
Labels: experiment, health farm, mental health, perversity
