Another enigmatic entry from one of my old notebooks:
6 January 2003
He Walked with a lisp.
She Talked with a limp.
Their children went into
A list that must have amused me:
17 Feb 2003 Monday 12:20 a.m.
spots
spat
pot
past
pest
step
Sometimes I see something that sets off strange connections:
5 May 2003
“Doctor Locke”—chiseled into the concrete on the sidewalk next to where we parked.
Doc Locke?
Docke Loc
Dok Lok
Dock Lock
Kim and I thought about doing a Star Trek novel once. We made these brainstorming notes over lunch one day in Portland. We never wrote the novel.
2 Jun 03
Poetry in Motion
signal with poetry
have to answer?
crew speaking in rhyme
interferes w/ ship’s function
Spock figures epic poem of a culture
To free they must come up w/ next verse
Mission before this difficult
Want to go home, told to investigate.
Get closer to signal, poetry instead of crankiness
Everyone thinks calming except McCoy—maybe on last mission no one listened to him.
Poetry weirds out dilithium crystals—no warp
computer shutting down
supplies depleted / no communication
Go to space station to figure it out
Maybe planet is in jeopardy because of Kirk
Maybe they have a time limit
They discover on space station
Maybe last time Kirk acted too quickly, believing crew was in jeopardy, & he was wrong. This time maybe he restrains himself.
Here’s a short item I clipped out of New Scientist and pasted into my notebook:
22 November 2003
LIFE AFTER DEATH
Brain death is not quite what it seems. For several days after we die, new neurons are born in the hippocampus. This seems to be a response to the lack of oxygen, which released a range of growth-stimulating chemicals.
