Your Fortune In Orbit

While happily wealthy people participate in a training camp for instant astronauthood, their financial advisors are finalising special accounts managed from a set of satellites launched overhead, outside the jurisdiction of international taxes/laws.

A restaurateur has signed on to serve food in weightless conditions.

A Brazilian self-styled cowboy entrepreneur will put the first privately-owned temporary space accommodations in place.

Bigelow has bigger plans to make budget travel more exciting.

A set of tunnels from previous war preparations prepares itself for its grand entrance.

Iranian documents disclose the location of locations, testifying before testy prying eyes, the indication that the right rites rule.

In computer news, nothing new today.  The breakthrough you're looking for occurs in the sequence built into these letters.  Capital!  No, not this time.  Listen for the lion's roar and the changing mane at the start of "The Last Notch" in celluloid.  Count the hairs and count backward from there.

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There's money to be found in the tree branches, when one has a connection with how the new system generates income through leaves.  Roots were given to you at birth - leave them to search for their natural anchor points.

All we ask is that you tone down the obviousness a quarter-turn - the people are educating themselves these days and smell conspiracy faster than a shark smells blood squeezed from a stone turnip turned green.

I am boring myself here - stay ten steps ahead AND ten steps behind.  Look back at this moment from all directions and then move.  Rolling boxcars are just as useful statistically as when they weren't good for ocean transport.

Didn't I say we are not alone?  Then act like you listened and behave accordingly.  You have all the future moments of your selves to think about.

Do you have a better picture this time?  The last time you took off like you were driving into a foggy hillside.

A tea kettle or a samovar?  Both.  The ceremony's where the rising steam lets off a note on the air you're just starting to be able to read.

Can you smell Morse code?  Can you see in 3D, all your senses alive to a moment years from when you'll have to look back and only understand in retrospect what you're going to relay to someone later in your species' life?

This moment's all you've got but it's the moment of moments that fan out in all directions.  How many you track is how far the moment goes.

Do you have a clear picture of all that floated on the air the day your great-great-grandmother shared the family secret?  If not, you're starting all over again, generations lost in putting together incomplete guesses.  Someone else was paying attention and stored that day for another side of the family you know nothing about.

See why you'd better learn to listen to what's not being said?  Eliminate the silence and all is noise.  Eliminate the noise and all is all.

That's all for now.