It’s only November 5 and already my plan to write something every day isn’t going as great as I’d hoped. I’m just too tired when I get in and, as I’m writing this, sleepy. I hope this makes sense. I’ve tried to edit it for grammatical and punctuation errors to the best of my sleepy abilities.

When the first artist ever born was young, he enjoyed spending his days splashing around in paint and making little scribbles about him in his mother’s garden. Whatever his paints touched took on that color permanently, which is why there are so many differently colored flowers, fruits, and vegetables in the world. The artist became more meticulous in his application in his teen years as he grew more serious about his work.

One day, as he sat working with a series of blue oil paint on his palette, there was a loud boom that shook the earth most fiercely. The tremor so upset his paints, that they slashed about their containers. One made such a huge splash that it splattered the sky above. Since the sky was always the color of the sun’s rays, the splattered paint gave it an odd polka-dot look, which the artist found unappealing, so he instead painted the sky in variations of blue and set it to alternate between the various blue tones according to time and weather. It was his greatest masterpiece and from then on, the sky was always blue.

Firstly, there are lot of so-called “scientific” explanations for what’s going on here. Be warned: most of them only have a fleeting relationship with reason and the contempt that drips from them is leaving stains on our cowboy boots.

We should all be very severe with people who propagate retrograde blather like this. We think it’s truly diseased, and if you really care, you’ll write to your local MP and ask these cretins to be bussed to the Northern Beaches where they can die slowly in the sun.

Here’s one, somewhat desperate answer, we found online: “Sky is blue because molecules in the air scatter blue light from the sun more than they scatter red light. When we look towards the sun at sunset, we see red and orange colours because the blue light has been scattered out and away from the line of sight.”

It’s only November 5 and already my plan to write something every day isn’t going as great as I’d hoped. I’m just too tired when I get in and, as I’m writing this, sleepy. I hope this makes sense. I’ve tried to edit it for grammatical and punctuation errors to the best of my sleepy abilities.

When the first artist ever born was young, he enjoyed spending his days splashing around in paint and making little scribbles about him in his mother’s garden. Whatever his paints touched took on that color permanently, which is why there are so many differently colored flowers, fruits, and vegetables in the world. The artist became more meticulous in his application in his teen years as he grew more serious about his work.

One day, as he sat working with a series of blue oil paint on his palette, there was a loud boom that shook the earth most fiercely. The tremor so upset his paints, that they slashed about their containers. One made such a huge splash that it splattered the sky above. Since the sky was always the color of the sun’s rays, the splattered paint gave it an odd polka-dot look, which the artist found unappealing, so he instead painted the sky in variations of blue and set it to alternate between the various blue tones according to time and weather. It was his greatest masterpiece and from then on, the sky was always blue.

Firstly, there are lot of so-called “scientific” explanations for what’s going on here. Be warned: most of them only have a fleeting relationship with reason and the contempt that drips from them is leaving stains on our cowboy boots.

We should all be very severe with people who propagate retrograde blather like this. We think it’s truly diseased, and if you really care, you’ll write to your local MP and ask these cretins to be bussed to the Northern Beaches where they can die slowly in the sun.

Here’s one, somewhat desperate answer, we found online: “Sky is blue because molecules in the air scatter blue light from the sun more than they scatter red light. When we look towards the sun at sunset, we see red and orange colours because the blue light has been scattered out and away from the line of sight.”

Acknowledging Jackson Browne’s birthday today we discuss his song,  “Sky Blue and Black” .  It is a complex, emotionally charged, and mostly inaccurate song, as well as an indictment of the media.

The story, from 1992, had all the juicy elements to make it front page news: rock star, beautiful actress (Daryl Hannah), A neurological diversity called Asperger Syndrome ( Autism Speaks ) — A developmental disorder affecting ability to effectively socialize and communicate —  JFK’s heartthrob son, John Kennedy Jr, and rumors of violence that supposedly inspired this song.
After this article, there’s a youtube video complete with lyrics, so you can fast forward through my verbiage and listen to one of the greatest songs ever written about love and loss.

Included in this diatribe is (1) a letter from an uncle that could easily be one of these relatives that they interview for one of the Dateline or 20/20 shows, (2) Two letters from Jackson himself, one responding directly TO the supportive uncle, and one from the Police Department who investigated the “domestic incident”, and found “nothing to see here, move on.”

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It’s only November 5 and already my plan to write something every day isn’t going as great as I’d hoped. I’m just too tired when I get in and, as I’m writing this, sleepy. I hope this makes sense. I’ve tried to edit it for grammatical and punctuation errors to the best of my sleepy abilities.

When the first artist ever born was young, he enjoyed spending his days splashing around in paint and making little scribbles about him in his mother’s garden. Whatever his paints touched took on that color permanently, which is why there are so many differently colored flowers, fruits, and vegetables in the world. The artist became more meticulous in his application in his teen years as he grew more serious about his work.

One day, as he sat working with a series of blue oil paint on his palette, there was a loud boom that shook the earth most fiercely. The tremor so upset his paints, that they slashed about their containers. One made such a huge splash that it splattered the sky above. Since the sky was always the color of the sun’s rays, the splattered paint gave it an odd polka-dot look, which the artist found unappealing, so he instead painted the sky in variations of blue and set it to alternate between the various blue tones according to time and weather. It was his greatest masterpiece and from then on, the sky was always blue.

Firstly, there are lot of so-called “scientific” explanations for what’s going on here. Be warned: most of them only have a fleeting relationship with reason and the contempt that drips from them is leaving stains on our cowboy boots.

We should all be very severe with people who propagate retrograde blather like this. We think it’s truly diseased, and if you really care, you’ll write to your local MP and ask these cretins to be bussed to the Northern Beaches where they can die slowly in the sun.

Here’s one, somewhat desperate answer, we found online: “Sky is blue because molecules in the air scatter blue light from the sun more than they scatter red light. When we look towards the sun at sunset, we see red and orange colours because the blue light has been scattered out and away from the line of sight.”

Acknowledging Jackson Browne’s birthday today we discuss his song,  “Sky Blue and Black” .  It is a complex, emotionally charged, and mostly inaccurate song, as well as an indictment of the media.

The story, from 1992, had all the juicy elements to make it front page news: rock star, beautiful actress (Daryl Hannah), A neurological diversity called Asperger Syndrome ( Autism Speaks ) — A developmental disorder affecting ability to effectively socialize and communicate —  JFK’s heartthrob son, John Kennedy Jr, and rumors of violence that supposedly inspired this song.
After this article, there’s a youtube video complete with lyrics, so you can fast forward through my verbiage and listen to one of the greatest songs ever written about love and loss.

Included in this diatribe is (1) a letter from an uncle that could easily be one of these relatives that they interview for one of the Dateline or 20/20 shows, (2) Two letters from Jackson himself, one responding directly TO the supportive uncle, and one from the Police Department who investigated the “domestic incident”, and found “nothing to see here, move on.”

It’s only November 5 and already my plan to write something every day isn’t going as great as I’d hoped. I’m just too tired when I get in and, as I’m writing this, sleepy. I hope this makes sense. I’ve tried to edit it for grammatical and punctuation errors to the best of my sleepy abilities.

When the first artist ever born was young, he enjoyed spending his days splashing around in paint and making little scribbles about him in his mother’s garden. Whatever his paints touched took on that color permanently, which is why there are so many differently colored flowers, fruits, and vegetables in the world. The artist became more meticulous in his application in his teen years as he grew more serious about his work.

One day, as he sat working with a series of blue oil paint on his palette, there was a loud boom that shook the earth most fiercely. The tremor so upset his paints, that they slashed about their containers. One made such a huge splash that it splattered the sky above. Since the sky was always the color of the sun’s rays, the splattered paint gave it an odd polka-dot look, which the artist found unappealing, so he instead painted the sky in variations of blue and set it to alternate between the various blue tones according to time and weather. It was his greatest masterpiece and from then on, the sky was always blue.

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