{This post is now dated. Alphainventions has moved on to be more

of a diverse blog finding site with on-screen viewer selectivity.  Blogs

will still roll by your mind if you wish.  Click the link below to find out or return to Alphainventions (Nov, 2009)}

Alphainventions has brought the reader and blog entry into virtually the same moment in time.

I had noticed my post numbers top slot once in a while would say Alphainventions. How did they find me? What is Alphainventions?  I went and checked it out.

It is handy to zip over there from my WordPress referrers list and see what is going on. They’re a site that does the channel surfing for you, based on post that were just pushed out on the WEB. For a brief moment, your post is on their front page. Click, and viewers come pouring in, spilling onto the floor and throwing popcorn to the dog. (Our dog does not like popcorn, so please stop that.) It is a novel way to check out what’s going on in real time in a WEB of relativity. The medium is the moment.


Time is relative, so we are all real all the time?


{Back a couple of hours later, and this post has had hundreds of visits. Proof that it is not what you post but where?}

{A couple more hours, and it’s just passing 1,500. Who knew?

Now if I only had something valuable to say…}


It seems you get a big hit for mentioning Alphainentions, then that trails off rapidly. There are major issues facing this kind of site as it expands. It will be curious to see what happens.

I do like the brief glimpse of fresh blog post. It will be interesting to see if they can include some kind of selectivity so one is not seeing lots of post of little interest. Might like to see post on a certain topic, or other specific appeal, instead of just everything. But everything has its own place as a raw sampling of what is happening as well. Time might tell.

Here is the back door into the Alpha Quadrant




A simple breath leaves

enters our ocean of air

was it ever separate?

words use waves

blend into surf

liquid folds over

then runs under

every foot

every thought

that ever was

that will be


A piece of earth

of dust

or interstellar

flotsam and jetsam

becomes gathering ground

of sojourning figments of time

from clouds they fall

toward one center

simple rain with

simple forgiveness

far beyond yet within

memories of a seas

searing trench

folded into earths fire

and brimstone

rocks of ice

crystal wafers

stripped to the core

of what was

ready for

what will be



Always one

one end

one beginning

one place

one becoming


the Ocean