Friday. Friday. And Still its Friday

Hello Troops,
People entering our school immediately reach for something to steady their balance. The floors glimmer as if supporting a highly reflective layer of ice. Our custodians spent days waxing and polishing our floors. They did an excellent job.

Central School is the best, there is no room for debate or argument. I pity those of you not privileged to spend your elementary years in a school with outstanding teachers, a caring and gifted administrator, a beautiful campus and THE SPACE CENTER :)

I want to publicly thank Emily Paxman, Bracken Funk and Jon Parker for giving up two hours of their time last night working with me on the design and layout of the Voyager's new simulator controls. Sweet is the word some might use to describe them. Sick may be another. Groovy also comes to mind. It all depends on what side of the generational track you come from. Perhaps a homogenized expression would be suitable - Groovily Sweet and monumentally Sick!
Yes?

And now, time to celebrate human imagination. I present today's findings in the Imaginarium.

The perfect gift for the lady in your life. M and M's in a Kit Kat Corral.

Brilliant. This is the mark of true inspiration.

And Winnie the Pooh says, "It was well worth it. Yes it was."

There are days my head spins at people's gullibility regarding the perception of Truth. Truth is more precious than gold and diamonds. Never stop questioning. Take no one's word for it.

Always seek 'truth'.
Never give up, even when disappointed.
And rejoice when it is found.

Watch Out London. The Police have back up.

Just something to celebrate the up coming start of the school year.

Mr. W.

Thursday and a Bit of Quiet.

Hello Troops,
It's very quiet at my desk. The only thing I hear is the rhythmic metallic sound of a tether ball clasp striking its pole in the breeze outside. I've got to be careful not to get use to this. I may get to like it and then where would we be? Normally I've got people circling around me like vultures over fresh road kill. Their squawking is accompanied by the various sounds of three simulators in full operation: explosions, red alerts, music and the voices of 25 children and a dozen staff or so perfectly blended together.

I've answered my emails and taken a few phone calls. I'll be leaving the Center and the Imaginarium in a few minutes, trek down There and Back Again Lane to the station and in a wink be back to the Land of Here and Now.

On my ride to the Imaginarium this morning (notice how empty the public transport is. Not many people are needed when the Space Center isn't operating) I saw Nannie Peeples Ray. Nannie lives at 23 1/2 Littlepuddle Lane in Wonderland. Nannie is the Secretary of Sweet Dreams in the Department of Visions and Hallucinations. She looked exhausted so I didn't disturb her.

Normally Nannie works the Western Hemisphere, but her counter part, Velora Umlauft (eastern hemisphere sweet dreams) called in sick. Nannie took Velora's last two shifts in addition to her own, leaving her exhausted and at times irritable. This irritability manifested itself by a shortage of sweet dreams world wide. Hopefully Velora will be at her desk this evening so Nannie can go home and get some sleep.

Snape was more 'hip' than anyone thought.

How much would someone have to give you to walk very slowly through this,
arms to your side?

Now if the environmentalist would use this as their "Call to Action" I'm sure the response would be overwhelming.

A new logo for the London Olympics of 2012.

A new take on the traditional Duct Tape. Fantastic imaginations at work.

As they say, "There is always another way to skin a cat." I don't know why they say that, or perhaps it is something only said in South Dakota where I come from - where it is always best not to ask about the meat in your taco.

Halley's Comet swings by the Earth once every 75 years.

Farmer Nash is fed up with missing and disfigured cows and crop circles.

And Aren't we all?

Have a Great Day!
I'll see you in the trenches in less than one week.

Mr. W.

One Week to the School Year Season!

Hello Troops,
The countdown is running. The Space Education Center reopens its doors in seven days for the 2011/2012 school year. Every day I stop by the Center to answer emails and phone calls. The Magellan is still in disarray. The school's custodian will reopen the school on Friday so we can get the upgrades finished and the ships ready for opening. I'm confident our maintenance team will have everything in tip top shape.


Maximilian Fredick Ding is the Imaginarium's Keeper of the Gears and Cogs. Maximilian uses this slow time of the year (while the Space Center is closed) to clean and polish the gears, sprockets and cogs that keep the Imaginarium's machinery running.

"You've no idea how reliant this institution is on the work I do," Maximilian said during his interview for this article. "Without properly functioning thing a mabobs," Maximilian pointed to the walls of gears, cogs and sockets behind him, "everything would grind to a halt. Then where would we be? Yes, answer that one." Maximilian spoke with pride.

The interview went longer than expected. Maximilian paused between each sentence to exercise his pipe.

I pointed to a large gear. "What does this one do?"

"That one runs the timing mechanism in the Whatsa Macallit. A very delicate machine."

"What does it do?" I asked.

Maximilian took a puff from his pipe, thought for a moment and adjusted his red coat. "I'm not at liberty to discuss the workings of our machines. What you can and can't know is up to those that live and work on the top floors." He pointed to the elevator and then upwards. I thanked him for his time. "Yes sir," he answered with a tip of his hat. He left me with the lingering smell of pipe tobacco.

Reading is important to anyone who takes imagination seriously. Wonderland's shops do everything they can to support and encourage reading. They profit because reading increases knowledge, imagination, and the overall sense of wonder and that leads to profits.







The Kendalwoods hope to capture that extra business between 6:00 and 7:00 A.M.

What many people in the world think of Americans. It's funny because we know there is some truth to it.


This will help you if you ever need to find me in a grocery store. I'll be the one camped in this lane. Look for the guy with the electric shopping cart, 44 ounce Gut Buster, machine gun and American Flag. Please keep all open flames away from my oxygen tank.


There is the long way to get to Jupiter (NASA's way) and the short way (the power of imagination).

A warning as you get ready to take math this year.

A sad commentary on modern times.

I'll check in again tomorrow.

Mr. Williamson