Sittin'

   Around.  Poking and stabbing with stylus at life in a digital screen.  Waiting to go to work.

  Would rather be bumper stickers seem to have turned into electronica fantasies.

  In mood I'm so Idgy right now.  Tossing up the mud outside the preachers' house on a Sunday morning, no brunch in sight.  But, for me, that's after saying prayers and having feelings 'bout just another work day, no mountain trekking t'day.

  Beautiful sight of the day...

  Somewhere between the bulldozing of the planet and the IAEA's "no damage" people go muddin'.

  Afterwards, I pick through mudclumps and real-ize what learned for the outing.

  I mudded through BBC News for a bit, and stickystuck mud reveals more and more language for shit falling out of skies--missile boosters (debris/motors); burn mark resolution; one million dollars at the nanosecond = abt. 850,000 pounds.

  Bowen cites/d some 'strangeness' to "story" in revisiting initial "reports" re: this round of retaliatory.  Everybody pitching in their versions of events.  Long-short-- state tvs r describing infiltrating projectiles as being launched by infiltrators; and an important echo from past diplomatic confusion...argument about labeling of premises.

  That motif came up for colonials a lot too.  My own ancestors carved out "squares" and "meeting" from grassy spots previously un-property-owned.  Some of the most intense battling in history has been for an inch of claiming.  Lobbing shit at each other doesn't stake a claim.  That's another difference from what was classically considered "land warfare".  And space stuff from precision strikes to sun spots is def diff from the naval warring of the Greatest Generation.

  Bowen assures, "If the attack on Isfahan is not followed up with more attacks, then the immediate tensions will ease" ("Israel's strike on Iran: Crisis shows how badly Iran and Israel understand each other").

Yeah, I agree, our space anthem could use some Beyonce bandsound umph