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Approaching 40: Antiaging for Geeks and Technophiles Nearing 40 in the Digital Age

Now Moved To *impulseJuly 9

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ChromaticsJuly 4

Twisting scales and winding steps, darting up and down the hillsides, screeching up into the void, laughing at the orbs, shrieking and popping, cellular and powdered, organic and mineralized, dazzle. The many-tinted swarms infest the air overhead. The eremite stands pleased. His insect constructs usher the large missile bundles into orbit and they shower space with chromatics.

The wild deranged recluse shakes his rickety fist with glee as the explosions fill the sky with a blotchy palette and return distant, dim reports, chuckles from the nether realms.

The heath flickers in tulip, broken white, and jagged greens, and, amidst the crackle and snarl, the hermit can be heard screaming: 'Enjoy your holiday!'

A DomeJune 30

The eremite is not concerned with the rod-teaming skyglow, glancing up to notice a darling damselfly flitting about in the haze, for a vast dome is being ferried across the galaxy to cover the heath and shield it from merciless ultraviolet beams.

Trapped in a time-bending warp, four pearldrop craft haul the massive dome, wreathed in twine and tangled in cosmic spaghetti, through concentric saturnine bands and elliptical orbits.

Soon, the insular meads will team every instant with arachnids, herping explorers, and lamp-eyed frogs and lemurs. From the galaxy within to the galaxy without.

The wild recluse leaps from a nearby clearing back into his safe grotto.

The Astral ShardsJune 28

If shards from an astral collision glittered above the heath like a second firmament, would you fill with excitement as the eremite left his grotto? Or, would the withering sedge, compounded with the grass, flatten emotion to sentiment?

Think not of the hermit, your ship is splendid and ready to race through the floating crystals. Translucent, but not opaque, watery, but not water, gleaming, but not metallic, the archcraft will propel itself in a stately arch.

Since droplet squadrons smartmob the dank cavern, and since a brooding mountain looms less ominously, the deranged recluse sleeps through the night.

Screencapture is from Space Fury, a 1981 video game developed by Sega, this particular image being from the International Arcade Museum.

Carpe NoctemJune 26

The air is calm and fair this dusk. The sea rolls gently into the horizon. Black and sleek is the iPod terrain and the iPod sky. The deranged recluse awakens and tumbles out of the grotto into the opaque glassy gleam of the star-frozen forests far away from the tranquil heath. Troglodytes and spelunkers mechanically pace the fused soda ash in hamiltonian paths.

Asynchronous flickers pass between astral points and points of consciousness. There is, foremost, the long line of heroes dipping there toes into the Northern Sea. Combined with desire, this synchronized moment whirls the grotto into a blurry gyration and hurls it back to the leaden moors. The eremite, wild and weeping, disembarks and kisses the elfin meadow. A clutch of gangly branches forms affection in the symbology and an embrace in the manifestation.

There are no confused alarms of cracking icebergs and lurching glaciers, but rather, only plaintive gales that sweep the dismal mead.

Image is Majestic Lighthouse Screensaver from Super Shareware.com