For no apparent reason this morning I thought about the space capsule that went zooming out beyond our Solar System on June 16, 1977. I have known about the “Golden Record” containing various information about Earth that space aliens might be interested in, assuming that they someday “find” the capsule floating around out there and delve into our characteristics. The NASA Space Agency facility in Cleveland, Ohio used to be open to the public, and I visited a couple of times on field trips with Girl Scouts or school class groups. I was especially impressed with two features…although there was an endless wealth of exhibits: our Sun, in an animated flaming ball complete with sun flares and other details; and the Golden Record on Voyager 2.
The thing that impressed me the most was that the United States’ choice of popular music at the time was Chuck Berry’s Johnny B. Goode, also famous as featured at the “Under the Sea” high school dance, in the movie Back to the Future. Not sure I ever knew much more detail, except that the compilers had included some Bach and Beethoven, chosen by some of the more grown up nations.
Included here is the Wikipedia link for those of us who would like either a refresher course in Voyager 2, or a deeper look into the contents of the Golden Record….which is, I believe, literally a well, golden…record. There are all kinds of information about various countries of Earth, animals, humans (although NASA apparently got some flack about naked human pictures, so they used silhouettes.) I love that there is a recording of authentic Navajo Chants, and an hour-long recording of someone’s brain waves thinking about “earth-things” including thoughts of love. Also, the sounds of thunder and rain, birds, animals, and motor vehicles…uh, wind and thunder maybe, but a John Deere tractor? (They didn’t specify the brand, that’s just me.) Other humanoid species probably would identify with Earth nature sounds…but a rumbling bulldozer or whatever is a bit of a stretch.
This Wikipedia site is really good…pictures and easy-to-follow charts and symbols. Here’s the link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contents_of_the_Voyager_Golden_Record
[Here is a poem that I think my readers will like. Very appropriate to Spring, I think.]
oxygen I consume
which loving plants exude
carbon dioxide sent
for loving plants to use
and so we dance
to the delight
of the sun giving life
from all of its radiant rays
we give and we take
each and every day
the purpose of our existence
is reliance and assistance
to and from all that is around us
in this beauty that surrounds us
we are not alone
but all one
parts of the total sum
and if we wish to remain
from our harmful actions we must refrain
contemplate and reflect
all of the effects
and their cause
not one immune to natural law
so please take heed
using only what u need
leaving very little waste
mindful of every step you take
and the foot prints left in their wake
©Max’sMaxims, (Sometimes, 2017)
I am unique among my peers
having arisen from the Winter
more or less intact… if a bit bedraggled.
One might say the word—disarray?
to describe broken remnants
and staring, bleary rimless eyes
askew and discolored
arrangement of my limbs and leaves,
disheveled scraps of nascent green
tones, silky serrated edges of hemline.
Better days have been….and will be again
and my modest Winter garments
will have fallen to the ground.
Please don’t judge me—for who among us
can preserve the beauty and newness of Summer
beyond the ravages of rain and snow
and Cold from the relentless winds?
You are invited to return in half a year hence,
and feast upon my resurrected beauty
as new green foliage and velvety petals
of red and white roses prevail.
© Sometimes, 2017
Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: January 22, 2017
of my cat’s Rorschach-stripes
harks back to the womb
where the Tabby evolved
from an egg and a sperm
unique among her genre
© Sometimes, 2017
(Day 15, 2017)
Do your ever wonder, kind Sir
if she ever wonders of you?
The answer would be, if ever asked,
truth might be revealed…when taken to task..
Oh yes! the lady remembers
and the words echo in part of her brain
and again she whispers…ever so near…
“never forget me”…from her lips to your ear.
Long ago and far away
a dream thus lasted, until this day.
those words echo again…come what may…
lips are silent, have nothing else to say.
© Sometimes, 2017
Now here is an inspiring story out of the Washington Post this morning, a four-year-old who has apparently read one thousand (1,000) books so far. She hangs out at the Library of Congress.
Yes…I hear you in the back there mumbling about the veracity of this story…and I’ll bet you either 1) don’t personally know any of Deliyah’s peers, other pre-schoolers, that is… or 2)are not paying attention. This child is indeed remarkable and a great role-model for other children—and she is not unique. (Meaning one-of-a-kind, not as in the modern fancy of “unique” as a mere synonym for unusual, or great.)
Today’s children all over the world are smarter and more aware than at any time in history. Peer into the bright, shining eyes of a child…in person or in photographs…to see the intelligence shining through.
They “know” things, information gleaned from television shows, or books, chatting with other children…and, of course, school. Pre-school kids commonly know the alphabet and basic number figures, understand the details about the hippopotamus, orangatangs, and mocking birds. They often even know how to spell those words.
Some of us believe
the World needs a miracle
we have one–still here!
My heart has a song
renews each year without fail
may all share my joy!
Here it is at last,
once again a brand new year
hopes and dreams shine.
Another new chance
for turning out right at last
fresh new beginning…
magical number this year
for all optimists.
Another new year
promises always renew
our World is still here!
© Sometimes, 2017
Once I was a dancer
spinning on tiptoe…reaching for fame and fortune
wearing pink tutus of fluffy tulle
snug bodice and satin slippers
a silver tiara atop chestnut curls.
Several lifetimes a Scribe clad in rough robes
tied with heavy ropes, my head in a cowl,
ever accompanied by heavy tomes
marked carefully in strong goose quills
transcribing words Holy and Secret.
A Sailor aloft a mast of treated timber
peering out across the vacant sea
gentle waves reflecting blue from the sky
a breeze from the North picking up
clouds darken with a hint of a chill.
High above the canyon basin
an Eagle makes her widening circle
supported and encouraged by the wind.
The sun sets low in lavender-rose sky
time to head back to her aerie home.
Numerous times a Wanderer, sack on a stick
walking alone on endless trails
ending only into the next adventure.
These journeys led to exotic locations or mundane sites
neither intent nor itinerary ….only serendipity.
© Sometimes, 2016
Desert Dew Drops
Discover Basins for Drinking water
Destiny provides portals for refuge
Designed to hold
© Sometimes, 2016