I'm sitting on the floor in the SEA-TAC airport. I'm listening to a father tell his children a story, and then I recognized it as being SF... how wonderful. My art options are limited. I have the pentablet with me, but not a good place to work with it... so I altered an older photo. Photoshop has some interesting filters I have begun to play with. I really need to put Filter Forge on this machine.
I had a ver stimulating conversation with my seatmate on the first leg of this flight, and for some time after as we waited for other flights. The conversation danced from military to fiction to science fiction, history, medicine, the flu... he's among other thing an epidemiologist. We got to talking about epigenetics and the study of gene expression, and he postulated finding a gene that would 'switch on' the ability to grow wings.
What if?
The most powerful words in my toolbox. What if, indeed? We'd be free like the birds... or limited, by weight and range, and I'd still be sitting her killing three hours waiting for the next plane to get where I want to go.
