I love getting messages from you, even though I sometimes don’t understand them. This one, for instance, which Owl brought me today:
JOIN SEXY WOMEN IN THEIR BEDROOMS
Name: Jocelyn Age: 19 Turn Ons: horny gentle men I love to please and willing to do anything to satisfy and make your visit one to remember! Hey Hun I`m giving away free passes to see me naked on my webcam! All you have to do is click the link below and you can start chating with me INSTANTLY!!
JOIN SEXY WOMEN IN THEIR BEDROOMS suggests that this is a new liberation movement that supports odalisques in pursuit of their own obelisks! Come be one of us! My obelisk is even better than a bedroom! It is a living room for all that living requires! For me, that means a decadent bed, a teapot, my desk, an easel, pen, paper, glue, a glass bottle for flowers from the black swan, and a window to look out. I would love to be part of a world-wide liberation of odalisques into self-sequestration, the privacy and comfort of their own rooms!
But the message itself suggests no such solidarity. Jocelyn is only 19, and although revolutions generally start among the young, she loves to please which isn’t a desirable characteristic in a leader for social or aesthetic change. She turns on when horned men appear–satyrs, I guess. Or fauns. She must have some kind of button or switch, and it is apparently connected to a “webcam” which she reclines naked upon. Webcams must be webbed, (cane?) récamiers, as all odalisques recline on elaborate furniture.
Why does she call me Hun? I have nothing against any group who terrorized conquering Rome, both treated odalisques barbarically, but I don’t think Huns had much use for odalisques, seeing as they were nomads and we are very stationary.
Dear Jocelyn,I am always happy to hear from fellow odalisques! I imagine you reclined in your sumptuous web cam. This would be a soul-cheering image–if your letter did not make me worry about you. When love is escapism…you are trapped. It’s a common problem for us odalisques–mal-using “love” to make us feel real, to pad the emptiness we cannot face in ourselves. Will you let me advise you, as an older, if still un-wise, comrade?I know it is hard to believe now, but we all encase an emptiness which it is best not to fill–not until we can populate it wisely. Let your emptiness compel you towards a wholeness which escapes the confines of your ego. Let the emptiness fill you like air fills a balloon. Eventually, it is true, you may burst. But then–oh yes, then–you will truly be in this world!Thank you for the free pass to unlock your door (that’s what you mean by ‘click your link’, right?) and chate with you. I stopped chating when I gave up frenemies. It happens too INSTANTLY like cheap coffee or a merciful death. The world may not be white (friends) and black (enemies), but everything, blessedly, is not a shade of grey. My friends are very colorful. And they fly!“All things excellent are as difficult as they are rare.” A wise odalisque cultivates rarity. She will be treasured, or she will be alone. Either is preferable to an easily clicked link. Lock your door!When I read the title of your message, I thought it was a rallying cry for odalisques worldwide!Just a thought.Your friend,–The OdalisquePS: I am not a Hun.
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Last week the owl posted my dream about outer-space: click to listen. We’ve been talking a lot about space here in the obelisk. The birds think I am too sheltered. They nag me to go to the shore. I distracted them with hats, but fashion bores birds as quickly as it does people (I’m so glad I don’t wear clothes!), so I’ve devised a new strategy…I am regaling them with tales of outer-space.
Little did the birds know of heights that are not sunny or blue! Of regions too vacuous for sheltering clouds! Of volumes so vast our sun–which could hold one million earths–is but a miniscule, ordinary prick of light! Little did they know that odalisques in ships of the imagination can zoom far beyond the flight of birds, into outer-space!
It is my favorite place to go when things get rough for me here on earth.
I tell the birds of strange phenomenon: impotent white giants, doomed red dwarves…
I have not yet told them about the dangerously attractive black holes:
Black holes are one of the most intriguing and mysterious of all astrophysical phenomena. while astrophysical theory has long supported the existence of black holes, it has been hard to fathom an object that is so incredibly dense that nothing, not even light itself, can escape its grasp.
Black holes are intense and powerfully attractive. It is good astrolisque practice to steer clear of them. This can be difficult as black holes are invisible. Mere light-seconds after you feel an intense attraction towards nothingness, you find yourself spiraling towards an oppressive, inescapable doom. The savvy astrolisque must be wary:
How does one go about locating an object that can’t be directly observed?…this can be accomplished by observing the effects that a black hole has on its surroundings.
Whenever you see a celestial object moving in an odd way…beware! It is probably under the influence of an invisible black hole! This celestial object was moving fast enough to not fall in…but you may not be so lucky! Nor do you want its fate to befall you: aeons in perturbed orbit around an obliterating absence? No astrolisque desires sinister stasis!
There’s nothing an astrolisque can do about a gravitational field that overwhelms all other forces in the universe, funneling space-time into its own interminable darkness. There is nothing an astrolisque can do about astronomical facts.
But she can use astronomical facts to her advantage. Basic physics tells us that an astrolisque traveling with enough speed through the cosmos will never ever be trapped by a black hole. The astrolisque must prepare herself for space travel with a lightening quick imagination. She must craft her coat to spirit her swiftly on breezes of suggestive thought.
What happens if an astrolisque is sucked into a black hole? Time drags. The astrolisque’s bottom is stretched out of proportion to her head, at least until she reaches the black hole’s interior singularity–a volume-less place of infinite density, where time ceases and she is squashed into one dull dimension.
Beyond the singularity, results vary. One astrolisque came-to in an alternate saddle-shaped topology in which she was saddled with a mini-van, 2.5 kids, and a closet of unending despair. Another astrolisque resurfaced in an inverse universe where everything switched sign: her positives became negatives, and vice-versa, causing an crisis of morality which could only be resolved by quaffing moonshine. Another leapt into black hole after black hole, each time desperately hoping things would turn out different. He eventually became a black hole himself.
These are your average black holes. But there are super-massive black holes that are not sinisterly invisible…they emit tremendous amounts of energy and light (including radio waves, which I pick up in my sleep). They are the brightest objects in the universe.
I’ll talk more about quasi-stellar radio sources some other time.
These tales discombobulate the birds. Their spirits are dampened, and they can’t soar carefreely through the sky. They are afraid their wings will carry them through some unseen membrane of blue, into inhospitable outer-space.
I assure them that they can’t possibly fly that high…they would soon suffocate from a lack of oxygen and fall back down to earth.
This does not comfort them.
Astronomical facts are not for everyone.
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