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If we accept that the Universe is infinite, it logically follows that time travel is possible and, in fact, probable.
Have you ever heard the idea that if you give a hundred monkeys a hundred typewriters, and an infinite amount of time to hammer away at them, that they would, sooner or later, randomly hitting the typewriter keys, eventually produce the entire works of Shakespear? It is a simple concept that is not hard to grasp.
I do believe that the physical Universe and time are infinite and, given the infinite nature of our Universe, not only is anything possible, but everything is probable. Following this reasoning, it is not only possible that someday someone will invent a time-machine, it is actually probable. Therefore it is not only possible, but it is probable that time-travelers exist and travel to our place in time.


Santa Fe Artist, Ronnie Layden
I was walking around on Canyon Road in Santa Fe, New Mexico, when I stumbled into the art gallery of a long-time friend and Santa Fe artist, Ronnie Layden. Ronnie grew up in Santa Fe, and has been taking photographs and painting for about as long as I can remember. He was working on a painting and agreed to let me film him at work. In the video he shares a little about his creative process, and his philosophy on art and life. Please, feel free to comment below!


It was an old-style tub...cast-iron with a coat of porcelain. It had four little feet, with the talons of some mythical beast grasping round balls which rested on the tiled floor. It was large and deep; it sat in the corner of a spacious bathroom in an aging house. 

It was late afternoon and a soft light strayed in through the window...the boy was taking a bath. 

Being a typical six year old the boy usually didn't want to take a bath, but once he was in the warm water with his bath toys he always had fun. No matter how cold the air felt, the warmth of the water was comforting. When the temperature of the water started to drop it was time to get out. His mother would come in, take a large beach towel and hold it up for the boy to climb into as he exited the tub. Shivering, he would hold the towel around his shoulders and squat on the floor as he dried off. Some warm jammies, the kind with feet and a zipper, would offer comfort and security--it was almost time for dinner, a story, and then bedtime. 

This was the routine he had become accustomed to. Tonight was different, though. The boy didn't know it but he his reality was about to change in a radical way... 

As he sat playing with his toys in the tub, he heard the doorbell ring. The bathroom door was half ajar and he could hear several voices as his mother and sister greeted their visitors at the door. The visitors were welcomed...four men...they had brought grass and wine. The boy could hear them talking as they moved into the kitchen. The women were happy to receive the visitors...the boy's father had moved away three years earlier after an unpleasant break-up with his mother. He had never wanted to be a father in the first place.

The boy's sister was only sixteen but she enjoyed the freedom that teenagers often did in California during the late sixties and early seventies. She and her little brother had different fathers; her own father had left their mother a few years before the boy was born. She hated her little brother and hated his father too. She resented that she didn't get as much attention from her mother as she had before her brother was born. She didn't know where her own father was and suffered from a deep pain which she didn't understand. For her, every day was a war for love...a battle for the affection of her remaining parent. she would have been happy if her brother had never been born. She sometimes fantasized about leaving him somewhere...secretly hoped that he would drown in the bathtub or fall out of the tangerine tree in the backyard and crack his skull. She was excited to have the visitors--she liked the attention she got from the older men.

It was winter in Southern California and, although it never froze, temperatures could be uncomfortably cool in the evening. The temperature of the water in the tub was beginning to drop. Through the open bathroom door the boy could hear the party in the kitchen warming up. The elders were laughing and talking as they drank the wine and smoked the grass the visitors had brought. The mother was having fun and enjoying her visitors; she had completely forgotten about the small child in the bathtub. The boy waited as the temperature of the water continued to drop, but his mother wasn't coming for him. He called out to her. 

"Mama, I am ready to get out now." 

Then waited patiently for what seemed to him like several minutes although it was probably only about 30 seconds. His mother did not appear. 

Out in the kitchen the grown-ups were starting to have fun. The wine and grass were taking effect and the men were talking animatedly. The boy's mother hadn't heard her child calling. His sister had, but she didn't say anything to her mother about it. The boy was starting to get cold and, sensing that he was being neglected, called out again, this time a little louder. "Mom! I am ready to get out now...." 

This time his mother heard her child. 

"Excuse me," she said, "I'll be right back." 

She started to get up to get her boy out of the tub. But, the teenage girl put her hand on her mother's shoulder...

"don't spoil him, Mom, he can get out on his own."

A little reluctantly, his mother sat back down. She was enjoying her company and she really didn't want to get up. She called back to the boy.

"Well, get on out then!" 

Everyone in the kitchen laughed loudly. 

The boy was hurt, embarrassed, and angry at his sister for her interference with his bath routine. He sat in the now lukewarm water, and considered his situation. The air in the bathroom was cold. He could see the towel hanging on the wall, but could't reach it from the bath-tub. He would have to leave to the remaining warmth of the water to get out of the tub and reach the towel. He began to shiver. Even though his pride was bruised, he decided to call out again. 

"Mom!" I can't reach the towel and it is cold in here. Can you come get me out?"

Another burst of laughter came from the kitchen. His mother wanted to come and get him but everyone in the kitchen said she shouldn't.

"Mom, if you go in there now he will be spoiled for life."

The boys heart broke and his temples began to throb with pain as he tried to hold back the tears. He had a terrible headache. He felt alienated, abandoned and alone. He was angry at his mother for ignoring him; his sister for her meddling; and at the visitors for laughing at him. The air continued to get colder, and the water in the tub cooler. He was now visibly shivering. He called out to his mother over and over until his voice started to get hoarse, but the only response from the kitchen was laughter from the slightly intoxicated adults. This had turned into a war of will-power, but the boy had a distinct disadvantage...he was starting to freeze. 

"Mom! I'm starting to freeze in here and my voice is getting hoarse! Please, come get me! I'm ready to get out of the tub now!"

No one was coming for him and he cried as he sat in the cold water. He had lost this battle along with his dignity. He got out of the tub, shivering violently, pulled the towel down form it's hook, wrapped it around himself, squatted on the floor and shook.  When he finally went out into the kitchen everyone laughed at him again.

He would carry this memory with him for the rest of his life because they wouldn't allow him to forget it. For years afterward, his mother and sister would bring up this incident to shame him. Whenever he was unhappy about something they would bring it up, laughing and mocking his miserable voice. Mercilessly, both mother and sister would tease him, exaggerating his enunciation.

"Mommy! Come get me out of the tub!", they would mock.

His mother would never hold the towel for him again after bath-time and he would never ask her to. Something had changed and he knew it. Part of the bond was gone. It was girls against the boy--the war of the sexes. He was both outnumbered and the youngest...he would have to learn to put up with it until he was old enough to leave home.  It would be years before he would understand the selfishness that drove his mother and sister to behave the way they did...years before he understood the nature of the emotional abuse he had endured that night. And yes, he regarded it as abuse because, after all, what is wrong with comforting a child during bath-time? 


I feel honored to have participated as a videographer for this very well-done short piece by independent film-maker, Brent Poole.


Internet Dating
Anyone who has tried dating online has probably noticed what I have with regard to the photos people post. There are several different types of online daters and, having a good deal of experience in this area, I feel qualified to offer some of my observations on this subject:
"Until you meet someone face to face..."
Getting to Know Each Other on the Phone
Until you meet someone face to face, it doesn't matter how many emails you have sent each other or how long you have spent on the phone together. Look baby, I understand that you are a cunning linguist, but let's meet first and see if there are any sparks before we spend hours mooning on the phone or sending each other spicy emails. You will know within minutes of meeting your date whether they are actually a person you could consider building a relationship with.

"A warm greeting with a gentle, friendly hug helps to put me at ease."

First Meeting
I get embarrassed when I think that people nearby know we are strangers meeting for the first time on an internet date. I like to pretend that we are old friends. A warm greeting with a gentle, friendly hug helps to put me at ease. This is a great time to give your date some physical cues to let them know if you are or aren't attracted to them. Gentlemen should open doors and otherwise behave like gentlemen. Ladies, should behave like ladies and gently let their escorts know if they are interested. If, shortly after meeting, you are sure you are just not interested in your date, politely make some kind of excuse to cut the date short and then let the person know later online that you won't be interested in any further dates.

"I am not interested in seeing photos of your dogs, cats or children."

I don't mean to insult anyone, but ladies please, I am not interested in seeing any photos of your dogs, cats or children. I am not interested in dating your pets or children. If you are looking for a guy who is willing to put up with your toy-dog laying between the two of you at night, you should just stay off dating sites altogether...just be happy with the dog; it is probably the only creature on the planet who can put up with your idea of what love should really be, anyway.

Putting pictures of your kids on internet dating sites is not only a little sick in my opinion, it could be dangerous. Do you know how many perverted, sexual deviants frequent internet dating sites? If you put up a photo of yourself and your daughter, how do you know whether your prospective soul-mate is really looking at you or at your under-age daughter? Do you ever see men doing this kind of thing on their profiles? If so, please, I would love it if you would let me know about it below.

"What is this thing about only posting photos of yourself from the shoulders up?"
Profile Pics
I am interested in your pretty face and gorgeous eyes, but I, like most men, also would like the see the rest of the package before I ask you out. A full-body shot is a necessity for any daring lady who adventures forth in the online dating scene. Look...this is a dating site. The object is to find someone you are attracted to. What is this thing about only posting photos of yourself from the shoulders up? Do you really think we should all wait until after we have talked on the phone with you for hours; spent days emailing you back and forth; and bought you lunch, to find out what you look like from the shoulders down? Can you feel attracted to someone you have only seen from the shoulders up?  Also, why the photo from the ceiling angle? Is this supposed to give me some information that I didn't get from your other head-shot?

"Post as many photos of yourself as you can; post the goofy ones right along with the glamorous ones..."

The Right Way
I have a few head-shots; two full-body shots (one from the front and one from the rear) and a photo of myself looking my worst. Why not save yourself and everyone else in the internet dating world some time by posting some decent and revealing photos of yourself so that your prospective lover can make some informed decisions before spending hours emailing you and getting to know you on the phone?
Am I being shallow or am I giving constructive advise? I would like to hear your thoughts below. Listen, we all want to be loved for who we are. But, even the most romantic and intellectual of us wants to be with someone we are attracted to. Looks aren't everything when you are looking for a partner, but it is important. Photos are the vehicle that will you help us in our online dating adventures. Post as many photos of yourself as you can; post the goofy ones right along with the glamorous ones. Just try to reveal yourself as much as possible because, in my opinion, that is the only way you will find someone who loves you for who you really are.

I haven't spent much time studying men's profiles so I invite any ladies who read this to comment on common mistakes that men might make when creating dating profiles.

David Settino Scott