Notes from a flying penguin…

Bauer

St. Vincent’s ‘Crokodil,’ used to smash like K.W.G.L.’s ‘Rattlesnake.’ In the older download days something might have somehow been listenable despite contemporary contrivances, so thanx to the fury and weirdly non-systemic kindness, I could still rock fresh when, at least. I just thought wildling Annie should live long and busk on . . . honestly. Her beloved video pizza has that one when during dusk, she bum rushes the camera from afar in the brush, she happier to be amix in nature and the greater beyond somehow in her own element. Or how she does that one interview where she is bonking around a brick and wood vacant rental space with city light from windows in the back ground as she prances apace to a soccer ball, “whoooop…” Pele Annie says bounding around the spheroid dramatically as she has always done intermittently since grade school. In soccer there is at least suburban socialism here in the United States. She loves her Pizza. Excitement in her eyes, in her purposeful adamancy, it’s not guitar, but she grinds onward.

Beholden of the Persephonic Goddess I was doomed to heart break at least a dozen times here in the ‘Frisco Bay Area as her discography grew. Crokodil was to me reminiscent of EBHC and 924 Gilman (circa 1986-96,) and I couldn’t prove how proud to the young wildling, nor should I thought it would be topical, aprés encounter premiere. The e.p. sounds gilmany. She would claim not to have access to a space shuttle, not being a Klingon, and not have a tricorder, to which it would have seemed extremely unrealistic that she had not incurred Gilmanite, which I wouldn’t have thought that she would have stolen actually. I don’t understand her fussiness and while she chielled me for things that only rich kids do on their bar/batmitsfa, that were beyond my proclivity let alone my market, I began to wonder if she was a lunatic. Not my area of science. I don’t get it, but sometimes I might smile and think it weird or funny somehow, I can think back on things.

Not too long ago she was on Colbert and she lamented or was otherwise directed to comment on not ever being invited to play the Dallas stadium for the anthem. Paraphrasing, he said something like: “Hey get with it Dallas, you got one of your native daughters here,” I don’t remember exactly, but that was a big move for a sports guy on a troubling political year for sure with the election, Olympics coming up and so on. It’s a bad local move, the NFL doesn’t hold out for starling that waiting for a female league would equalize total sports market share. In terms of economic socialism, they might have thought of that if only greed and sexism weren’t to play. My friend reminded me yesterday that their cheerleaders make a paltry $15 / hr. I’m sure there’s a Vice or a Barbara Walters, whatever, I’ve seen at least a couple of these, it’s heart-wrenching, and yet very few make large amounts of money as philanthropic public figures… Annie seems to be the type of person to agree that a co-ed league might be problematic simply due to the fact that men might slow down the process too much. Not true with some community leagues and like, arena football, etc… I think that’s understandable somehow. I still feel that way about skateboarding after almost forty years.¹

She’s the dream date for sure looking like a Galactic Lindonian Diplomat², handing the Los Angeles Women’s basket ball captain or something a very Prince looking signature Clark guitar.³ Ma’z sizzle! I’ve never heard of the Dallas Cowboys. I had an Astro’s authentic stadium shirt in the 80s, which was not very popular here in the Bay at the time. Scout comic book in 1986 depicted a young Apache man who was rounded up by the military with other youth of the Rez to be trained as US Army personnel. The idea of military culture was systemic to internment. After escaping he continues his mission to destroy all of the monsters of the American Southwest. After an encounter with the main Jefe late in the series, all that is visible on the horizon of Dallas is the burning Astrodome, a formerly fortified location for another bloated warlord relative to that post apocalyptic regional oligarchy. The author loved the blues and in one issue a plexi-disk was included. Stevie Ray Vahnn’s version of Jimi at the stadium is something else that happened, and something like his lyrics sometimes had been quoted in Scout. Satellite, Live Aid, the Bob Geldoff version, these are all topical things that are era inducing that to my memory is sort of a giant blurr sometimes. At a young age it would be weird to wonder why there was or was not such events at American stadiums.

Some of her albums I had to wait to hear on radio before I could figure out how to listen to the album, Strange Mercy, and Masseduction notwithstanding. Neither of the last I should have listened to before I heard the vinyl or tape to vinyl, and economic inequality was not merciful. In my life it would have been better to hear Daddy’s after her current mainstream fire punk abdula training album⁴, which I like, for it’s bougieness. My timing to my ears never worked out with her albums past the e.p., however YouTube had been much kinder for it’s not being a decent stereo with an amp, speakers, and turntable. At any rate the current events make me wonder a bit how women did at the Olympics, except I ban the I.O.C. although I often incur that one does not need an MA in Urban Studies to not be bothered with Trans-nationalist simulacra and spectacle. I’m currently working on Sub-cultural studies and how that might relate to women’s studies relative to a PhD, and I was pretty much waiting patiently on a resolve for that anthem debacle. Peace.

1Granted that also is relative to a Matriarchal take on the reclaiming of the commons.

2Think that the Voyager had to avoid the Lindo/Rozel multi-sector system in the Delta Quadrant as such reconnaisance seemed too far off course to be of a concern relative to their deterium supply.

3https://www.nme.com/news/music/watch-st-vincent-sing-the-national-anthem-and-demonstrate-basketball-skills-at-la-sparks-game-3784609

4https://www.pastemagazine.com/music/st-vincent/st-vincent-crawls-through-the-fire

 

Gardener:Field Notations: 3021 CE

The fielder planet of exchanges, the namesake truancy, the relativity phenomenology, the despotism, the planet has many names outside of it’s own, and all and none are it’s own. The post colonial despotism had afield of it many technitions of which to task to it’s extraction industry, once it’s most rarified gambits had been procured, it became a leger economy for interstellar fuel banking. Muddy coffee and grainy soup, another required pitstop for the Quartermaster. Also another stop for me.

I began noticing a familiar shuttle hopper in the vicinity, I thought it might look familiar, but the popular task of changing a ship’s namesake and serial number protected the captain from scrutiny, a common security measure. Before arriving to this exosystem again, I would work to find the captain and the ship. The next time on the exosystem found me late to beam back with only a working field proxy of about a few hours, enough time to make one complete orbit for defensive posturing standards, and all away and about with their arrivals and departures, this time no cargo. Yet it was actually her, at some point I noticed a Cpt. D’Joanna personal vessel on the planetary ledger, at least I hoped it to be her actually.

Establishing a precient need for momentum I was to channel my ship on the station com servicer near the docklab entrance, an archaic monument to slave trade servitude relative to extraction agency. It was her ship, and she parlayed ashanti as soon as she found me beholden to the docklab com. I signaled to my ship’s captain that I would meet with them shortly, meaning they would engage in a further distanced orbit immediately to not interfere with custom local stellar navagation, she managed a chuckle. She never contacted, so I never picked her up, but she had to finalize diplomacy in that sector and it’s vicinity for long enough to be a diplomatic contractor locally. In the image you can see a bulge in her attire, that is the energy cell that the planetary diplomatic agency provided for us for D’Joanna’s shuttle. It’s easier to carry with the anti-grav centered on her hips so as not to effect her posture or muscularity. I decided to channel all crew and former crew on planet in order to thank everyone who had previously boarded for their service and gave a rough estimate of when another such ship should arrive, with ours being in six to eight months to a few years, which is approximately standard, but it is the Admiral’s priviledge to make such a communication, and I had to go outside in order to do so, on my own com. Using the docklab com was a transparency device relative to trade diplomacy. I had a lot of hail back chatter and it is usually amusing, so the look on D’J’s face is of her auditory reaction. Deep space morale, she is from Tau Ceti¹, she is astonished before she can discover humor sometimes.

The custom is for face painting in the outer rim among simians and their being’s likeness xenotropes also. I usually pace galactic fashion trends with that of agriculture and revolutionary attire, which she held no disrespect for ultimately. If I had not found her, she would have likely missed the com zone relative to my ship’s ETD. She simply stated that she had not known I would need to utilize transwarp for my next sortie, meaning she would be hard pressed to sucessfully navigate the com in the most timely manner in which to join my ship. Factually I needed a diplomatic sortie in order to preevaluate circumstances and begat a mongDech diplomatic presence in the manner most befitting Starfleet Standards so as not to confuse my personal armada with that of the Klingon Defense Force. We would thereby be named as the Federation/Klingon attaché diplomacy, which was the most precise designation.

It’s hard to explain the relevance of it to those who cannot understand, some of my notes will go on to friend’s and family for posterity purposes, it’s up to me to explain what I do. Having standardized civilian personal transport for interstellar purposes is really key. Having a partner to confer with is highly valued. It’s akin to an interstellar privateer and is in the keen interest of galactic agency as a professional standard. If I always use a Klingon armoured personel shuttle, the interstellar community might feel as if I am a slave to iron fisted standards, and although Galactic Defense secure, this isn’t the message that I was to need to convey to my relative diplomatic peer group as it was.

D’Joanna is my armada’s Chief of Diplomacy. She is a retired admiral that was requested by mongDech to tie in trade diplomacy standards in the local stellar neighborhood, however I had found that in the amount of time given to her task, she was to be required to advent away to mission sensitive details relative to further galactic networking, outside of our true local stellar green zone. Still besieged by setbacks from the purge, our alliance network was on shakey grounds while our common enemies sieged us further. Sequestering and securing all further alliance networks was mandatory whenever my Captain was officially not in need of me. I could only further ship standards in immediacy while constantly reviewing astrofleetmatrix for all relative known anomolies.

Although mongDech diplomatic privateering can be very exciting, it isn’t easy. The planet depicted here is different from what it appears as now, and we share a more convensional shuttle for our joint tasks, although she keeps hers for privvy. We kept returning to that planet and every time we played towards the civic functionality of relative interstellar aesthetics. More tribal face dipiction replaced those extractor managers, and those reliefs were placed in a memorial museum. Those new sculptures also were given the ‘chia,’ effect, although non edible in order to create more greenery, displace more carbon, encourage more ecosynthesis and so on, but not to disrespect the history and post colonial presense of the dignified outlier trade exo. Tau Ceti was a trend setter for popular interstellar aesthetics, they couldn’t have picked a better pair to evaluate them, and we did our best to give into the local trends and histories of common placement to that engagement also. Ferns, palm trees, weird morphonia trees and viney climbers. In a hundred years it was a green zone planet that was, green also ecologically. Thier carbon ratio’s would take some abatement chronology, and that could easily take another thousand years, but by 3119, which was our first arrival back in that century, we had a really hard time recognizing the place and the historic civic ombud had to cater to us with three dimensional visual overlay and the like because we could find that we could sometimes place absolutely nothing in the new busy civic. We were simply fools that could only flatter our allies so outlandishly.

At time of image the planet had had about a couple of hundred years worth of toxic revelopment, and so as long without the advent of acid rain. Like kids we drank the rain every time, our cloy little engagement to each other and our friendship. Hey it wasn’t snowflakes or angels, but it was our simian trademarker activity, so we attempted to trendset the activity also. You know we got the power cell in, we waited for subsystems, then adjunct, then the engines began to warm up, then it began an unholy dirth of dagluge. It’s an arid place, dancing in the rain is just fun there, and people are surprised and friendly because it is unprofitable to cus possible trade partners. It wasn’t a drought year, and only regular drought had occurred in about 150 years or so, so we felt it was a special anniversary for us.

I was actually transferred to Starfleet Academy Tau Ceti School of Diplomacy once I was in lieu of the promotion of Admirality, as was she. Matey’s. Same class, but don’t look it up because we still used our real names then, you won’t find us, they just put a mongDech insignia in replacement of our graduation photograph. Such precarious precociousness, however security classification is viewed. Ultimately we lucked out, the Klingon Honor Guard had met with ecological tradeshare in a very valued fashion on this planet, as such Solaris 9 has a KHG stronghold, while Tau Ceti has a multi-fleet greenzone. She and I like to think that our efforts lead into this kind of interstellar real estate. It’s not the tradeshare on Wolf 395, but sometimes it can be home actually.²

After about a hundred years of that kind of thing it became such a bougie place really, and we were surprised to have any commissions because we sort of thought that the trade consortiuum was working through Ferengi alliance networks anyway, we only assumed there weren’t enough Ferengi Maurader Class Battlecruisers in the vincinity, really only that. Nothing save that. It wasn’t really a pirate place of the revolution, but it wasn’t without it’s coalliance strategies. It was scientifically redundant to be there, we just figured the 13^th Fleet wanted some auspiciousness with it’s former Flagship in orbit or something, we were mystified. It turned out that there weren’t enough Ferengi Mauraders of course. Kinda funny. We could replace half a dozen of them with that ship in that century you know, it was a fool’s paradise to us otherwise by then. So we were to configure normative fleet behavior in order that the crew would have some leg time. I’m randomly searching the Science bridge station and I notice that the islands of the mostly equatorial oceania were seeming with dry tundra, so no, now we have a job to do.

A Fek I’Hiri Battlecruiser isn’t a canary, but there we were. We devised a cylindrical sub-station facility that could harvest water into their aquafers, and fashioned massive eco-systemic synthesis,³ and knew that the eventual rain would do everything else. There would be roughly 1000 kilometers of greenery suddenly emergent, so I had to send a hypothesis, heh, to the planet’s Ecological Director. I’d read this one in the Science Manual, it came originally from Floss. Hilarious. When the Ferengi delegation had arrived we’d managed to have significant time with the Director and Galactic Science was already working with other Captains.

D’Joanna is an excellent Captain, Admiral, General, you know, she often is side tracked on an assigned vessel and so on. I think the serial number on her diplomatic / science relative construct devised specialty Armstrong vessel is DJQTC9.

Bibliography: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7w3MNieNTI

1Two of the shipwrights were DJTC 9, 42, and DJQTC9 respectively, with months between registry. She tried to get my attension actually, so she was well within parameters relative to her deployment. 9, many ships are simply 9, which is private or civilian trade, I was well to search because she could have easily been lost to the register.

2No golf courses, nice place.

3It is however, awkward to tell the secondary mission ecological director that their botany will be at least nine months late, but there it is, the shipment to the ambiguous planet of non-mention was rerouted through primary alliance functionary.

 

Gardener Notations: 3423 ce

I was told incredulously that the mercenaries were in high demand in Tau Ceti. I hadn’t really thought of that, there was a competent security guard at the discotecque, someone who loved their employment. I had only been to the shipping and frieght district to find the apocathery, notably guards there were preinducted to cargo shift duty and kept eyes on the district, so my surmise to what Gaardox’s notification was, was that his sages pressed him on this fact also, however he had procured the crew and ship Bebop, although that is another story, and one that places mercenarial systemics relative to the starsystem inclusively. I at least thought to share my insight with Gaardox.

My cheat was to hire local mercenaries for our mongDech stronghold {corporate layover housing,} in the green and fleet district. Gaardox had initially had enough success with this technique. The most qualified was firstly charged with evaluations of the other mercenaries, and secondly charged to run security onboard the Fek I’hiri mongDech starship. This recruitment measure is practical and runs out short timers who aren’t intending galaxtic guardianship. In nine months my recruit had holosuite equivilancy of Dohar, although hadn’t had all of the person hours relative to active duties.

Meet my fleet’s new chief of security!

 The woman she replaced is now the mongDech Sectional Commander of Intelligence. Notice a resemblance?

Braxpaxa

 

Gardner’s Notations: 3023 ce

Cautionary to mention at best. I had been to too many exoplanets in the outer rim, when along the route at some point it had to be known that mongDech did not have diplomatic competency within the inner rim. Our enemies had mostly extracted away from the galactic center, with their backs to it, or passing through it so completely that it remained despite Borg trafficing and alliance counter intelligence and measures, it seemed the last place then to stage counter striking, which isn’t at the heart of alliance tactical advantage traditionally.

MongDech tactical practices happened beginning in the 26^th ce, reinstating KDF practical siege applications and reinforcing defensive positioning relative to securities known and measured within the inner rim of the galaxy. Following which, was three hundred years of alliance bombardment to our alliance enemies, mostly concerning the intersectionality of the Borg gateway conduit system, and any and all known sabatoge relative to the Borg parastellar archetecture.

Our outer rim alliances were reknown in passive galactic com circles apparently, such a woman as Braxpaxa could not have entirely unexpected a mongDech rendezvous. Nine months of holosuite rank positioning, and our new Dohar chose a battlecruiser befitting traditional KDF activities in the inner galactic rim, the mongDech Martog Battlecruiser, this is what diplomacy looks like, reactionary defensive countermeasures.

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