Sunday, January 13, 2008
When galaxies condensed in wisps of light,
Each star awoke to black infinity.
As each sought others in the cosmic night,
Vortices whirled, kept true by gravity.
In life beneath this middling yellow sun,
No force like gravity makes hearts align.
Goodwill too quickly fades. My benison
Might favor home or tribe, but only mine.
It seems the problem comes from lack of weight,
Not range. Small hearts, like cold dark stones in space,
Unmoved, minute, deserve no grander fate
Than falling stars and shame the human race.
Increase our dwarf-sized hearts, Oh Lord, I pray.
And list us all as Heaven's Messier.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Come join the fun at the San Diego Harbor! Local favorite Fritz the Fishman (r) is known for his impersonations of ocean flora and fauna. Watch him transform himself into a swordfish, a whale, a pile of washed-up kelp! His puffer fish has won the SoCal Fish Mime Invitational five years running.
Joining Fritz this season is Rudolfo (l), newly graduated from the Institute of Piscine Dance in Bratislava. Rudolfo's art fuses old-world classicism with the energy of the pounding surf. Everyone is raving about his Dance of the Seven Eels! (Parental discretion advised.)
Performances are held next to the big pole of colored plastic fish: Monday through Friday, 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. (Visa, MC, AmEx) See you there!