charmed

ANAGRAM: “I sight CERN ‚Äî by Douglas Birch; that’s why I point to right here…love this ability.” The anagram is from the same text as in the previous post, but I figured I should break it down since the comics collage picture is enlarged from the last post. The original collage is in the to cern or discern post. Things are sometimes revealed in bits anyway.

CERN —

In my to cern or discern post there is a connection to this post, in that an article written by Douglas Birch contained a certain ”formatting error” that caught my attention, thus finding its way into my anagram for the day. The text used for the anagram is, “That’s gibberish! Really! Right. Your psychic abilities have nothing to do with it.” The anagram says, “I sight “CERN ‚Äî “by Douglas Birch; that is why I love to be a light, I print the history.”

Funny the things that catch my eye. 

to cern or discern

It’s a little thing, but when it keeps showing up in someone’s scientific article, I really cannot ignore it. What is it?  Ai, or specifically, “‚Äî”  as in the sentence “‘‚Äî’ to guide the beams around the rings and prevent the packets of protons from cutting through the surrounding magnets like a blowtorch.” I read it differently: “‚Äî” . Or this sentence, “The theory could resolve many of physics’ unanswered questions, but requires about 10 dimensions ‚”Äî far more than the three spatial dimensions our senses experience.”

Isn’t that spatial…I mean, special…uh yeah. I suppose it’s all in how you read it. I am confident they will find “something”, come August, when the button is pushed at Cern.

Accelerators. Uh huh.

In my collage on the 28th there was an anagram but I was expecting guests when I put the collage up, with no time to anagram it; thus here it is today (from the blog-toons entry) My anagram comes from the text that reads, “He’s the funniest guy I’ve ever seen! Oh, this is stupid! It’s incredibly self-centered of me to even THINK they’re connected! Personally, I wasn’t surprised. Heaven.” The anagram reads, “Sentients feel the Hadron’s risky even if they run veil up. They’ve contacted sentinel in sphere, I suspect you want Christ’s divine blessing or deed here.” Slightly different than it appears in the jpeg, but I’m sure you can handle that.

blog-toons

Here’s today’s collage, which follows well yesterday’s difficult to believe / from a distance. It’s light reading.  ;)   Friends are expected soon so I will be busy later; thus if I have time to anagram I will. For now (due to some formatting problem) in case the collage won’t show up use the (this will do ) link.

from a distance

The music plays in my head, “From a distance the world looks blue and green, and the snow-capped mountains white. From a distance the ocean meets the stream, and the eagle takes to flight.”

“God is watching us, God is watching. God is watching us from a distance.” 

Ever wonder “where” God lives?

My anagram is from text seen in this mini collage, “Father watches us “from a distance”. He keeps our holy code inside our alleles. You get your proof like funny “toon” life; see how they show my diary. I depend on cross.”

When I saw the text in the frame I started with today in the larger collage (earlier post) it made me think what a great response real aliens would have if they heard such a saying. Obviously they are smarter than us to begin with, so sure, they’d make faces first, at least that is what my mother would have me believe. So, yeah, I’ll go with that. My ex (#2) used to say “keep your friends close and your enemies closer” and in the end, I guess I must have been “the enemy” because I thought we were pretty close except when he was treating me like the enemy. I’m sure many go through the same heartache. Such is life. I just hope he doesn’t bankrupt anyone else.  On to happier thoughts, por favor.

Back to my collage…

I always imagine that “we” (humans and such)  are encoded in more ways than most could imagine. My imagination doesn’t have to be any less valid than a top theorist. What happens when we get the human genome thing all figured out? We will evolve. Onward and upward. Humming as I go…from a distance…there is harmony,and it echoes through the land. And it’s the hope of hopes, it’s the love of loves, it’s the heart of every man.

You know, I looked back over the collage in the last entry. I surprise even myself sometimes. The littlest things… Like the placement of the angel in the collage, where the word specific is underlined by the angel’s halo, and then 3-D specs are shared by a couple of amphibians. The whole thing is hilarious, especially the two cloud-watchers, the woman having apparently described what is taking place nearby and the guy says yeah, he could probably see that, in the clouds. The minds of cartoonists are amazing. I love finding how I can use these gems every time I am given to do a collage and anagrams.

**I got a phone call from my daughter at this point, and here I am, in the middle of the post, so I went off the mind track. She was telling me there was a party for her friend (artist Devon Hansen) in Dayton. I have previously mentioned the artist in a post about her heartpeople. My daughter said this was a big deal to her, but unfortunately her boyfriend let her down by attending another function (air show) rather than going to the party with her. She was quite disappointed, especially since she had gone to extremes to put a calendar up in the kitchen so each would know when certain events could be shared, when one was out of town, etc. I am ready to wring his neck for not paying attention to the calendar, but more importantly, for letting her down…again.. Anyway, the woman’s artwork is kinda’ fun, she calls the characters HEART people and my daughter decided to do something for herself, buying one of the artist’s newest illustrations, as yet unnamed. I did tell her I don’t think it is a good habit to buy stuff when one is disappointed, but in this case, I approved. Everybody needs a “heartpeople” to make them smile. I wish I was there for giving hugs, but I am also proud of how my daughter handled the disappointment with the boyfriend, leaving few words to break her lips in anger.

For now we exchange our special loving mother-daughter connection from  a distance. God is watching us, God is watching us, God is watching us from a distance.

difficult to believe

Some of what you see seems like an altered reality, doesn’t it? Well, if you have been following this blog you will probably feel like you’ve cracked the code at times and other times like I must be viewing life with some very unusual glasses. I am indeed in my own little fantasy world where I run together the comics, find random anagrams that correlate to every day life and then some. It’s a strange enough game of the universe or “science” (if you will) that I should think about a name for it. How about the next three words I hear…”laughing in perspective.” Ok, maybe not. L.I.P.? As in lip service, yeah, lip service for aliens, that should make someone’s day, she says sarcastically. Show me the comics and I will randomly anagram what the aliens want to say to humans. Uh huh…who would ever believe that?

Yeah, there’s an anagram or two in all that, but I am not doing it right now.

26th or 27th

“When you actually see us (the hidden comics words) Tonga would shake. Why? It’s morning on the 27th at the time that took place. They ask me when you look at data should I eye half of the ghost?” It was after 5 PM when I did the anagrams, and at that point it was the 27th (M 6.5, Tonga ) where the earthquake occurred (Thursday, June 26, 2008 5:19:13 EDT and Friday, June 27, 2008 10:19:13 AM at epicenter) My internet connection was out after storms yesterday, so I did not get to post the extra anagrams of the day. The other anagram was, “The usual WOW? I manage to account for the unseen 72…Halleluah! You looked shocked that they ask me why a Ghost heads this thing…It took them two days to see the hidden world of my icy planet.”

Just posting what I see.

imagine

“It might be more factual to say my mission in life would be to prove God’s real, OK, because I think differently, imagine if neutrinos make time special think why we wanted it.” My anagram comes from a couple of bubbles in the collage, “To dreeeam the impossible dream…lima beans…it might be more effective if you actually winked instead of saying wink…you’re missing the point (wink) of our little chat (wink).”  I call that a real thinker…especially relative.

The collage’s comic conversation ain’t bad either. 

lē-mə, lī-mə

You say lima (lē-mə) and I say lima (lī-mə) yet some may say llama, too. Well, not really. Just being silly. I got a nice-sized country hambone from a friend and after about five minutes managed to get it cut in half. After cooking it a couple of hours I threw in a package of giant limas that I had in the house and a package of split peas, adding sweet onions, garlic, celery and some seasonings. Boy was that good! I had the smoothest, most filling bean soup, ever! Really! It has been a while since I even saw any giant limas, but sooooo glad I bought some. The peas pretty much disintegrated into a wonderful creamy base; I’d never had that happen before but I’m glad it did. If you have never tried the big, buttery limas, do so. Cook up a big pot of soup and freeze a few quarts for a soup and salad day. I think these make for a great dip too, if you mash them and add some peppers, curry, paprika, chili powder, etc. Oh, yum! Hungry?

real fun gi

The basement here has been well “wetted” in recent months, and with the washing machine out last week a few rugs sat on the floor a little too long. One sprouted large fleshy fungi, which fell apart when I picked them up. It was kinda’ cool actually, and being the child that I am, I’m always curious when I find such things. My grandfather taught me to never pick wild fungi because I might get a poisonous one. Because of that he was the only one in the family who picked because he knew the difference. Thus, no fungi expert, I really have no clue what it was, but I took a photo of it (sorry an old logicam) in case someone else might know. It was not mushroom-shaped when found; it may have been in a loose sort of rose at some point, though it was large; hard to tell the way I pulled it out from under the utility tub. It had no veins, just a smooth soft texture and the color of rubber, like an old art eraser I have around here someplace.

Meanwhile, with a segue by “art” and because life is humorous, I dug up an old photo of some guy’s “fungi” tee-shirt as he walked past me on the Purple People Bridge in Cincinnati a couple of years ago. It’s funny the things I notice.