Spent the weekend in Boulder. . . visiting with old friends and aliens.
Boston is the HQ of Christian Science. . . builders of reading rooms. . . and rocket launchers?
Wired up and ready to talk to aliens.
One-toothed cliff dwelling in the Canyon of the Ancients. . .
What is the group name for observatories? A cluster? A troop? A village?
General Ackbar and Nien Nunb planning their assault on Escalante National Monument. . .
Amazing pictographs found on fake rocks. Proof that the Anasazi were time traveling aliens who occasionally doodled on broken down theme park rides. Also, if you look closer, a barely-visible message from a former civilization. Storyteller Theater?
The Southwest still has many mysteries to solve.
In the old city of Matera, somebody has spelled out ECO using stones on their roof…
Maybe I can be one of those photographers who shoot immense panoramic photos of ancient ruins? And then I will hang them in my yoga room and meditate while listening to flute music. And then I will also pretend that I belong to an ageless race of wise and peaceful aliens who shun both technology and violence. And I will join my alien brothers and sisters on frequent transcendental journeys across the galaxy in which I explore the universal consciousness, wearing only a loin cloth and flip-flops.