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 Don’t be alarmed. Not a giant. Just me.  This is a 99.5% real photo, i had to photoshop just some of it…just some of it, just a tad bit. 

Last Saturday we went to a place that about half of Oklahoma has visited and the other half knows about.  This was Nat and I’s first visit.  Its up I-35 and just east on Route 66 in Arcadia (of Round Barn fame) (aracdia means idyllic vision of unspoiled wilderness, although its not the root meaning of the word – i digress).  Pops, basically, is a place of route 66 renaissance.  A revitalization of what Route 66 used to be – iconic, familial and peculiar.  You know, a place where if you build it, they will come.  Why?  Because its novel, accessible and family driven.  It’s novel because of two things: they have any soda pop that you would want (including all assortments of root beer) and its got a 6 story pop bottle in front of it.  Its accessible because its off of Route 66, just north of the city and has ample room to park.  Its family driven because they have a greasy spoon, soda jerk bar (very nice shakes/malts), and all the soda a kid can get a stomach ache on. 

I like the architecture of it as well – its essentially a glorification of the old road side gas stations of yesteryear – just blown up to ten times the size.  The 1000s of bottles hang in the huge front glass windows alluding to the real advertisement of cold beverages as most gas stations did and kinda still do.   You can even get gas under the huge expanse of the cantilevered overhang.

One other neat caveat of the place is an internet kiosk where you can send anyone in the world some soda – delivered to their front doorstep.

 Check out their fizzy web site: http://www.pops66.com/

Interesting article if you know what I mean
http://harvardscience.harvard.edu/engineering-technology/articles/finding-ingenious-design-nature

I think everyone has had one of those dreams where we live out the end times.  It’s like having that dream where your naked in front of class. 

Well last night I had a dream where I was near one of the nuclear blasts at home.  It was really eery.  Feeling the first blast was weird.  It didn’t blow you away.  It felt as if the radiation came first and oozed your skin off, then the heat finally comes and your an ash pile. 

But here’s the thing about this dream, after I was killed it reoccured over and over and over.  And … I had the codes to halt the nuclear bomb from going off and was trying to get a hold of the person or thing that would stop the count down.  ( Is this a 24 episode?) The initial point that time went back to was somehow set by my watch or something.  I tried and tried to set it back further, to have enough time to call in the code.  So here’s the other thing, I started to prepare for my next time around, like putting the phone number on speed dial in my phone and possibly shielding myself from the blast or consulting others.  I don’t remember ever solving the problem.  And everytime the blast was really wierd and almost felt my body going through fall out.  – crazy

 Dreams can be interpreted and I think I can safely put forth the logic.

 I’ve been trying to keep on top of recent news on Iran and its quack leader, UN sanctions, nuclear-proliferation etc.  Also I’ve been playing a few vigee games where you can save where you left off – spelling the reason for the reoccurence of my dream, I suppose.

Due to overwhelming popular demand (and needing to know the second half of a joke)….I write. Writing is such a magnificent exuberance of life since the beginning of time. It pushes the neurons to the higher echelon of magnamonius activity producing crazy tonnage of creativity and thought. The sophistication of writing, although somewhat lost in the puny standards of the language of English, is remarkable and can only be rivaled by the art of kung fu.

I’ve filled up my brain quota for the night. In the words of Forrest Gump, “I’m kind of tired…I think I’ll go home now.”