Are you one of those people that end up staying to watch all the after-credits to a movie at the theater?  Are you so fascinated by the inexorable roll of names that you become helplessly entrained to the spectacle of appellations thus majestically displayed?  If so, you may want to exit stage right just as fast as you can before the applet below launches into a tribute to all my nearly 700 awesome subscribers (the 16 anonymous ones are not here credited )...

Update: Due the tyranny of *alphabetic order* when presented monopolistically, I am offering several alternatives to better accommodate all of you here below:

P.S., the above was brought to you courtesy of my understanding of "Location Theory" as propounded by Alfred Weber.

Anything really world-shaking going on?   Sitting out for lunch just now in a downtown park on a still very summerlike day, I felt the world shake quite discernibly (physical=quake, psychical=shake) and am wondering if it matches up to anything in the noosphere?   No, I’m not spoofing or being disingenuous.  I’ve just today been feeling like I’m on a heightened edge of consciousness, with all my senses hyper-keen and my breath flowing freely and deeply.  In the past, another such perceived world shake moment for me turned out to correspond to a political catastrophe.  But for all I know in this instance, if my apprehension does match up to anything real, it could be as isolated a matter as an unyet discovered species of Amazon flower going extinct.  Or an alien spacecraft bearing gifts and heading for Earth inexplicably self-destructing in deep unobserved space.   Or… *hesitates to further speculate*   *stretches heavenward*   Why is life such a paradoxical delight?