I happen to think Nikola Tesla is cool. Yeah. What I know of him is cool. I would have loved to have had him come hang out in my kitchen and eat warm pie with me. I wonder if he had a Serbian accent, like my dad. I bet he had a crazy sense of humour, too, but this is all conjecture so make what you will of it.
This link about Tesla caught my eye today and made me smile:
(Edited to say: Oh, the shame! I had spelled Nikola wrong. Corrected now. I do know better. It’s early.)
Today is my birthday.
Happy Birthday, Me!
Why, thank you, Me! And same to You!
All I want to say is that my heart is sore.
There’s so much talk in this world about “falling in love”.
That sounds like it could be a painful accident.
I think it’s better to walk slowly and carefully into love, rather than fall into it.
Sometimes when I am writing, I feel like I am thinking from my heart.
I picture it like my brain having a straw stuck into my heart and drinking from it.
I wish I could paint a picture to go with that image.
If anyone reads this and knows of such a picture, please do share it with me.
For me, dreams are unexpected journeys I might otherwise never get to take.
I welcome even the weirdest disconnected thoughts while semi-conscious, as long as they’re not scary.