Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Swimlog: Pool Date 08/29/2017

Swimlog: Pool Date 08/29/2017

1.8 miles



I've looked up at the night sky ever-after,
That fateful day in Summer school,
Betwixt second and third;
My favorite teacher rolled out a cart,
Mrs. Olsen's little black-and-white screen,
The one the Eagle landed on,
Two-hundred and sixty-five thousand,
Miles over our heads.

Look up and see the stars.

Star Trek entered my life at ten years old,
It's long been one of my joys,
So \\//_ .

Dream and dream of the stars.

Fireflies and lightning bugs,
They remind me of Summer stars,
I miss them so.

Catch the stars and put them in a jar of grass.

High school brought astronomy class,
Class not club,
Touring the University of Wisconsin telescope,
There in Madison,
We spied on the nebula in Orion's belt.

Cold bright stars so far so far so far away.

At eighteen,
I was playing with sparks,
An electronics technician in New Mexico,
All those science texts good for something;
There was a rural park there,
In the darkest of the Lower Forty-Eight.

There was always promise of stars at night.

Rick and his six-year-old daughter Lisa,
Out in a State park in the desert,
Watching the Milky Way glow,
Lisa would catch a satellite for us,
Every time.

Faint stars at the edge of vision fleeting circling above us.

We debated how to power space craft,
Impractically in practical terms,
There with the telescope taking turns.

An eye to the stars has company all 'round the world.

Saw a UFO zig-zagging over Temecula,
A week after we moved here,
Purple and blue glow flitterbug,
Were you a visitor from the stars?

There must be something kinder out in all that glorious infinity.

Look up and see the stars,
Dream and dream of the stars,
Catch the stars and put them in a jar of grass,
Cold bright stars so far so far so far away,
There was always promise of stars at night,
Faint stars at the edge of vision fleeting circling above us,
An eye to the stars has company all 'round the world,
There must be something kinder out in all that glorious infinity.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/29/2017

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Swimlog: Pool Date 08/24/2018

Swimlog: Pool Date 08/24/2018

1.55 miles

Max Eclipse...

Max Eclipse...

Max couldn't wait,
It was coming on the morning,
The greatest show off Earth these days.

He was all ready,
Got the specs from a friend,
Cheesey paper hot to hand,
Lawn chair in the driveway.

Like a strange throwback to the 1950's,
Max bug-eyed the sun,
Holding onto reality for dear life,
A lonely geek planted on the concrete.

His namesake hit it at sixty percent,
Max Eclipse watched the max eclipse,
Of the Sun,
Just like in the Carly Simon song,
Without any of the vanity.

2017 should be a good year.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/23/2017

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Monday, August 21, 2017

Swimlog: Pool Date 08/21/2017

Swimlog: Pool Date 08/21/2017

Pool length: 80'
Pool lengths swam: 78
Distance: 2080 yd
Duration 70 min
Calorie burn: 943 (per Fitbit app)

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Swimlog: Pool Date 08/21/2017

Swimlog: Pool Date 08/21/2017

Length of poll: 80'
Pool lengths swam: 100
Distance: 8,000' / 2667 yd / 1.52 miles
Duration: 1 hour, 43 minutes
Calorie burn: 694 (per Fitbit app)

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Swimlog: Pool Date 08/19/2017

Pool lengths: 40
Length of pool: 80'
Duration: 40 minutes
Distance: 1066 yards
Calorie burn: 271 (Per Fitbit app)

Friday, August 18, 2017

Swimlog: Pool Date 08/17/2017

Swimlog: Pool Date 08/17/2017

Pool lengths: 72
Length of pool: 80'
Distance: 1920 yards
Duration: 66 minutes
Calorie burn: 894 (per Fitbit app)

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Website Migration (Mostly) Completed

All of the SuperAquarian.com posts worth saving have been moved here to Blogger from the hosted WordPress version of this website.

SuperAquarian.com pages have as well.

Word Whizzyrds (Whizzyrds.com) pages and files have been saved for later replication. I need to trim all the defunct content from those and improve them. That I'll pick away at.

Both www.Whizzyrds.com and www.SuperAquarian.com now point here to this Blogger.com blog.

To be honest, I'm somewhat amazed at how well Super Aquarian duplicated on the Blogger platform. I think the platform is quite underrated.

Super Aquarian actually looks *better* in its desktop version on Blogger.

The mobile version isn't responsive, so it loses a lot of visual content. However, requesting the desktop version in Chrome for Android actually does pretty well. I still wish Google would make a responsive mobile version of their existing Blogger themes, though.

All in all, I think I just saved myself $170.00 plus change per year and am happy with the result.

Quite a bit to think about.





THIS again?

Go wash your sheets,
Show your face like a man,
Which you wouldn't recognize,
If his any-color-but-hate whupped your chicken ass.

There's a dark band,
Way out at the edges of the light a prism casts,
But y'all eclipse worse than the Sun in August of 2017.

You shadows on the wall of Humanity,
Living in fear and hate.

Find some other planet to darken.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/16/2017

Monday, August 14, 2017

Swimlog: Pool Date 08/14/2017

Pool Lengths: 50
Length of pool: 80'
Duration: 47 minutes
Motion: Continuous
Calorie burn: 687 (Per Fitbit app)

Stroke types: Multiple as per prior Swimlog.

Classic Sci-Fi I Loved Reading When Younger - One Of The Original "Space Operas"

E. E. "Doc" Smith's "Skylark of Space" Series

he first book in the series was Written in the 1928, for Amazing Stories, and the fourth and last book in the series, "Skylark DuQuesne," was written in 1963. These books are a classic space opera, and many credit the series as the first and original Space Opera.

Edward Elmer "Doc" Smith is often referred to as the "farther of Space Opera."

Doc Smith was a food chemist by trade.

Like the Edgar Rice Burroughs "John Carter of Mars / Barsoom" books, which preceded this series, you can't go into it looking for "serious" science fiction with a level of future plausibility. It has to be taken much like Star Wars - go looking for fun, and go because it's thoroughly entertaining, and go because the reverence comes from the history and wonder of an earlier era, penned in grandiose imagination by one of the early pioneers of the genre.

I had the entire series in paperback in the early 1980's, and totally loved them. While "Doc" Smith was famous for his "Lensman" series, this shorter and less well-known series is a wonderful Summer read for a true science fiction lover.

You can get the first book on the series for FREE here: 


and here: 


More information on the series, and a list of all the books can be found here:


And here:


Have fun!


Sunday, August 13, 2017

Swimlog: Pool Date 08/13/2017

Pool lengths swam: 60
Length of pool: 80'
Yards: 1,600
Duration: 65 minutes
Motion: Continuous
Strokes: Sweep, crawl, dog paddle, kickboard, bear hug, reverse sweep, back stroke, kicking back stroke, back kick & push, backward push
Calorie burn: 441 (Per Fitbit app)

Dancing For The Tribe...

Dancing For The Tribe...

My people.
Your people.
Our people.

Varied like daily sunsets.

Changing rules and lies and fears that fade like dust.

It blows down the hill at sunset just before the stars howl.

It was a child's eyes that always saw them moving,
Fleet across the skies like night birds aglow in Heaven,
Satellites are like dreams come true in a way.

If you vanish into the New Mexico desert,
You'll see more Heaven than a lonely campfire could possibly create.

It's in the dark of night that you see the most distant lights.

It has to be dark or you're blind.

Don't stare at the campfire - keep your night vision clear,
Until you're able to see ghosts and whisper to our ancestors.

Stand upon the high rock naked of all but cotton.

Feel what we've been missing, listen to the wind on the rocks -
Maybe you'll hear the treasure of raindrops melting against your skin.

It's the music of falling rain and desert wind,
The merger of camp fire and starlight,
The howl of lonely stars in the sky.

Maybe it's so dark even lies glow an evil red.

It's time to start dancing a prayer of hope and wisdom - maybe deliverance.

Start dancing for the tribe.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 08/03/2005

Dreams Of Wood...

Dreams Of Wood...

Chopping with a swing,
Both hands,
Long axe you feel it,
Not thinking,
Mind wanders as logs split.

Winter is coming,
Your bones feel it.

Aunt Leona and Uncle Harold are too old.

Dad and I are not.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/10/2017

Rembrandt Sleeping - poem #31

Swimlog: Pool Date 08/12/2017

Found out this evening the pool is 80 feet long.

55 trips the length of the pool roughly equals 1480 yards, which is what I did in 65 minutes, despite the people who tought they're the only ones in the world and kept getting in the lane.

Plastic cups poolside, and it wasn't water.


Friday, August 11, 2017

Swim Log - Pool Date 08/11/2017

 Duration: 20:20-21:30 PDT (70 minutes)


Crawl, paddle, sweep, kick, push, bearhug, kicking crawl, back, kicking back, reverse kick, reverse sweep, sweeping walk, reverse sweeping walk.


Continuous, non-stop laps.



The creation of sound,
Mostly bright colors,
Adapting to the time.

In a digital world,
Analog sounds sweet.

What lasts is what tells,
Long after the last album sells.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/12/2017

“Rembrandt Sleeping…” poem #27

Author’s note:
If ever I am wealthy enough, I will buy a beautiful old console stereo, put in a top-of-the-line turntable and sound system, one that glows like stereos used to, and gently, reverently, set needle to vinyl…

Dusty Old Letters From Tesla…

Dusty Old Letters From Tesla…

You can see the genius in the handwriting,
Meticulously cluttered,
Like an attic closet lost for a century.

The dry must is blown off the yellowed envelopes,
All eyes widen with delight.

Back in the day,
It was known as “correspondence,
Hand-written and soul-bared.

The wonders of the Universe,
Wax seals that had partly re-stuck,
Grudgingly giving up their sleeping secrets.

It was all tales of love,
Love with a mystical beauty un-bound by our petty rules,
Cosmos was her name.

Nicola gave us an adoring view under her skirts.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/11/2017

Rembrandt Sleeping, poem #26
Words are the mind’s bridge – it’s connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart’s bridge – it’s connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles. \\//_

Shot of this poem at 42 views on Poetic Constellations – for the Douglas Adams fans on this world with me…

Good Night Maine Coon…

Good Night Maine Coon…

Orange ball of purring,
Fuzzy good-night.
A heart the size of California,
My buddy Corona.

Who needs words,
When you can head-butt and purr?


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07-06-2017

MWGIC Episode 017: Interview With Jonathan Ferrell of CIB Funding; AI, Mortgages,Super Heroes, Sci-Fi, Climate Change…

In episode 017, I Interview Jonathan Ferrell of CIB Funding.

Topics discussed include:
  • AI
  • Mortgages
  • Super Heroes
  • Sci-Fi
  • Climate Change
  • And more...
Jonathan may be a semi-regular co-host on this show. It turns out to be an interesting introductory conversation, and far from all numbers...

Happy Vulcan Fingers to you from the Agent of 42!



Episode link: https://aquarianm.podbean.com/e/episode-017-interview-with-jonathan-ferrell-of-cib-funding-ai-mortgagessuper-heroes-sci-fi-climate-change/

*Spell Book* – My Oldest Blog Turns Into My Best Poetry Archive…

*Spell Book* Logo - Click to visit

At one time I had nearly 1,800 poems published on Lightverse.com - which has been down for nearly three years now. Worse, the archive of my poetry that I thought I had is nowhere to be found. I am hoping to recover some of my earliest work from an old computer hiding in my closet one of these days.

Meanwhile, several hundred of my poems are posted to *Spell Book*. I have been recovering them from poetry boards I published at around the web, and scheduling them to post once per day. I have enough poetry scheduled as of this writing to go nearly through December of 2017, with quite a few more known poems of mine still accessible.

*Spell Book* itself is my oldest blog. I created it nearly as soon as I began writing poetry online regularly. Some of my earliest works are among its first posts. I also wrote a little from the perspective of my internet alter ego, AquarianM - whom I envisioned as a great mage or magician in the sense of the fantasy books I was reading in the mid-1990's.

The story of how AquarianM came to be is this: It was highly common for males in internet chatrooms back in 1996 to rudely ask a person's sex and "stats." Male or female, astrological sign, etc. AquarianM in one sense stands for Aquarian Male, and in another sense stands for Aquarian Mage. Often in the chatrooms, I would take the whole crew on fantastical textual journeys beneath the seas, around the world, and through the solar system - or use my "mejical" powers to disrupt imaginary battles. I once created a food tornado when a textual food fight broke out in the chatroom, and then transported the entire chatroom to the bottom of the Marianas Trench...but that is ancient history. The web is no longer the playful and idealistic naive place it was in the days of Windows 95 and Netscape Navigator - such wonders have faded into the ancient electronic past.

Additionally, I have numerous poetry chapbooks available on Lulu.com which I am linking below. Online searches of my poetry should contain both my name, "Daniel A. Stafford," and my online "handle" or alter ego, "AquarianM." I used both at the end of each poem to make them easier to find.


Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles. \\//_

All of my currently available poetry Chapbooks are for sale at:


Ghosts of the Fall By Daniel Stafford
eBook (PDF): $0.99
This book is about the human experience, the shortness of the seasons of our lives, the continuity of our season to seasons past and future, and most of all, to the Earth we live upon and what we can... More >

On The Breeze... By Daniel Stafford
eBook (PDF): $0.99
Twenty poems on wind, the Earth, and the environment. Poetry has a unique way of putting the reader into the concept the writer is trying to explain. I hope the reader will find these places... More >

In Season By Daniel Stafford
eBook (PDF): $1.49
A collection of 84 holiday season and Winter poems to warm the heart and bring cheer.

High Voltage By Daniel Stafford
eBook (PDF): $2.00
A volume of fifteeen poems to raise your energy level.

The Poetry Baker's Dozen By Daniel Stafford
eBook (PDF): $0.99
A baker's dozen of poems touching places in life.

The Beach Poems By Daniel Stafford
eBook (PDF): $5.00
A collection of reflections on the interface between humanity, water, sand, and sunshine, filled with places of peace, reflection, joy, and nostalgia. Beach poetry for lovers of sand and water and... More >

On God's Doorstep By Daniel Stafford
eBook (PDF): $6.88
Poetry of place, two seasons of Saturday mornings on the terrace at Madonna Della Strada chapel on Lake Michigan, Loyola University Lakeshore campus, Chicago, IL. This book consists of photography... More >

In hearts and minds the world-over, you find the same things; a need for love, for a sense of freedom, a sense of some stability in life. If we just reach up to giving those things to everyone, this world would be a pretty sweet place to be. Don't hold back your hugs, or your smile, or the twinkle in your eyes, because that's what makes us love you.

My Home Page: http://www.SuperAquarian.com

6 planets and the Sun in Aquarius...kinda like Hair...but that Aries Moon is a whole 'nother thang...
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All The Stars That Shined...
Why Poets Poem And Painters Paint...SOTW