A commissioned piece made for the 1NANIF.

Not so recently I gave a quick history of  the lNANIF (lost north American Napoleonic Invasion Force),and because of that publication, my skills as a wood carver were contracted for use by the lNANIF to build a piece of equipment.  How I was contacted I cannot divulge; and when they took the order I cannot say; but how they came and picked up the order, leads me to this assumption.  Some of the people who make up the lNANIF have developed a very specialized set of senses, that enable them to navigate the Earths atmosphere misdetected.  I will hazard my credibility to state, that a selective breeding program has netted those aeronauts some individuals with telepathic tendencies; and technological enhancements are needed to focus and amplify those Intellectual faculties; and the manifold I was asked to build is one part of this amplification system.  Yes I know this seems "far out", but as I was asked to use a specific type of wood from a particular epoch in time,  my speculation for this highly specific specification is that the vibration, or the Aura, must be important in some way; and my belief is that it some how hooks into a larger system of tubes, funnels, diaphragms, valves, and other manifolds; just one part of a telepathic amplification/receiver system. 

The object itself:

Cleaning lady "fixes" the Mona Lisa.

Yet another cleaning lady has "fixed", a priceless treasure, and among other news, Othello will be performed for next years Superbowl half time event.

Intelligent large quasar group finally contacted.

The congnitron is a neuronic amplification structure.  Synaptic nerve impulses are amplified and transformed into a controlled terrestrial gamma ray burst.  A discreetly selected telepathic group must enter an entangle quantum state in the sensory deprivation well at the bottom of the main accelerator tube; built many miles into the crust of the Earth; and sunk into the upper mantle at a magnetically specific location.  A sympathetic cognitive coupling fixed on the local of  U1.27 is the primary use of this facility.  The details of the communication have been classified but are widely believed to be untranslated as of yet.  There has been a push to declassify portions of the transcripts in order to facilitate a more speedy translation - as of this date, no publication has occurred. The predominant speculation is that the device is used to contact and converse with a sentient large quasar group. 

-The visible exterior of the machine.-

-look down through the main coil.-

-The sensory deprivation well and the neuronic impulse receivers.-

Woodland walk produces cognitive impairment.

   There is a section of the woods that I usually walk through, that produces a suspicious gap in time.  Could be that by this time and point in my walk through the woods, my brain either can't handle the stimuli, or doesn't have enough, then disengages, and goes on auto pilot.  Total awareness while in motion is the key to keeping my mind from disengaging at that particular point in the path; so I kept at it until I could see in a wide view and was immersed in the present like never before, and still I checked out while passing through this patch of forest.  It's a shame, from what I remember from before this phenomenon began, was a small dark tunnel of red buds underneath the larger tulip trees with the ancient oaks surrounding the perimeter - beautiful.  I'm starting to believe there is some other force at play and have begun a covert campaign to sneak up on that spot from a different direction all together.  Most approaches to that tunnel of trees, are blocked by a thicket of black raspberry bushes, (very stickery) and other thorny plants.  This really only leaves two other approaches open; the path and a tiny water shed - that's devious - and I'm sure it must be an intelligent decision of some kind of forest gardener.  I watch those black raspberry bushes like a starved blue jay; and just when they're at the height of ripeness; and I'm sure I'll be the first one to get the pick; the berries are A: picked clean, or B: I can't seem to find them.  If I don't believe a supernatural woodland presence, then it boils down to my cognitive abilities being impaired, and I can't have that.  

 Fernando Botero

 Remedios Varo

Jacek Yerka

Sparkle - not glitter, just sparkle - there's a big difference.

We are interrupting this narrow cast with an important announcement.  Be sure to listen carefully and you will receive an official emergency intrusion.

The is the end on the Announcement.

Obvious connections

The greatest joke ever.

Ilya Repin

It was told to the old man in the stone, the keeper of the feng and the shui.  He got it.

The feng shui of the earth was permanently altered.

This caused a temporarily awkward gravitational shift.

Did I ever tell you about the time I was in the circus?

This was Our main advertising poster.  Upon arriving in town, we would hang this any where we could.  It would have worked better with dates, times, and the name of our circus, ect.

Our star attraction, was the dog of bad habits.

The "taped up man" was a favorite of the ladies.

Wes Naman

I know two headed lamas are a dime a dozen, but ours could tell jokes.

Between shows we all fit into our cozy caravan, and traveled from town to town.