How Fast Are You?

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From the ever optimistic Small Victories.

From the darkly awesome Small Victories, for those who like their humor like they like their wo/men: dark and bitter.

From Savage Chickens, daily cartoons about chickens on post-its.

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From the increasingly good Small Victories.

Fine folks from the League of S.T.E.A.M. are having a gallery show tomorrow night in Santa Monica. These are always a blast. You should go.

The League of S.T.E.A.M. presents
An Evening with the Unfamiliar: Scientific Investigations of Paranormal Oddities

Location:
Renee’s Courtyard Cafe & Bar
522 Wilshire Blvd., Santa Monica, CA, 90401 [map]
Parking available at 1234 4th St., $3 flat rate after 6pm

Time:
Sunday, January 17th, 2010
7:00 PM to Midnight

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From the new and already fantastic Small Victories.

via No Smoking in the Skullcave (an occasionally NSFW site)

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via Il Lupo > Marooned

Quarter provided for scale.

To my fellow Crewtons: The sky calls to you, my friend, and a still more glorious dawn awaits you, a morning filled with 400 billion suns.

I’m not very good at singing songs, but here’s a try:

If you wish to make
An apple pie from scratch,
You must first
Invent the universe.

Space is filled
With a network of wormholes.
You might emerge somewhere else in space,
Some whenelse in time.

The sky calls to us.
If we do not destroy ourselves,
We will, one day,
Venture to the stars.

A still more glorious dawn awaits.
Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise,
A morning filled with 400 billion suns.
The rising of the Milky Way.

The Cosmos is full beyond measure
With elegant truths
Of exquisite interrelationships
Of the awesome machinery of nature.

I believe our future depends powerfully
On how well we understand this Cosmos,
In which we float, like a mote of dust,
In the morning sky.

But the brain does much more than just recollect.
It intercompares,
It synthesizes,
It analyzes,
It generates abstractions.

The simplest thought like the concept of the number one
Has an elaborate logical underpinning.
The brain has its own language
For testing the structure and consistency of the world.

A still more glorious dawn awaits.
Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise,
A morning filled with 400 billion suns.
The rising of the Milky Way.

The sky calls to us.
If we do not destroy ourselves,
We will, one day,
Venture to the stars.

For thousands of years
People have wondered about the universe.
Did it stretch out forever?
Or was there a limit?

From the Big Bang to black holes,
From dark matter to a possible Big Brunch,
Our image of the universe today
Is full of strange sounding ideas.

How lucky we are to live in this time:
The first moment in human history
When we are, in fact,
Visiting other worlds.

A still more glorious dawn awaits,
Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise,
A morning filled with 400 billion suns.
The rising of the Milky Way.

A still more glorious dawn awaits,
Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise,
A morning filled with 400 billion suns.
The rising of the Milky Way.

The surface of the earth
Is the shore of the cosmic ocean.
Recently we’ve waded a little way out,
And the water seems inviting.

As a metaphor for our current curmstance, it ain’t bad.