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30 Day Blogging Challenge Fun Fact Friday! On this day in 1998, four tourists who had paid $32,500 each were taken in a submarine to view the wreckage of the Titanic (the ship is 2 miles below the Atlantic off Newfoundland). Assuming money is no object, what do you think would be a fair price to pay for something that maybe would've been considered at one time impossible to see? Are we talking on Earth or space-wise... because I think a space walk or a week's vacation on a space station would be ever so cool. A joy ride on a lunar module. A walk on the moon. The price would be astronomical... pun intended. It would not be something a regular Joe or Josephine could afford. It would be a once in a lifetime opportunity that could cost millions or even billions. I haven't got that kind of cash.... but I do have a pretty good imagination and the ability to craft stories.... and that gift is priceless. Thank you God. Blog City – Day 915 While at Omi International Arts Center in Ghent, New York, artists Alex Schweder and Ward Shelley built a house that spins and tilts in agreement with the wind, and the shifting weight of its inhabitants. Then they resided in the structure for five days, and will spend another several days living there this fall. Write a poem or story inspired by the image or idea of living in a structure that is constantly spinning, and which tilts up or down as you walk through it. What kind of vocabulary or pacing might mimic or reflect the sensation of spinning? How can you play with emotional weight or levity to create shifting feelings throughout your work? I don't even like it when I sit at a table that bumps around, why would I want to experience living conditions like that.... maybe a seafaring person would feel at home there, but certainly not me. rOund and rOund and rOund we go shifting floors do swwwwaaaay toooo and frooooo p U and D o w n Ti pp ed forward, then kcab Ssppiinniinngg A d an ce of steps Off ba c lan e Then ba ck Endless movement Never S T I L L. |