Wallace the Brave by Will Henry for January 22, 2021

Rosa needs another view of the world, and Wallace is happy to share.

Don’t forget about the thousands of years it spent getting from the core to the surface so that it can explode out to reach your face!

And when it reaches my face I say “Where have you been? You’re eight minutes late!”

Love the seagull sleeping in the tire

Rose, literally “hanging out”. And I love her boots!

‘Enjoyably disruptive’. I think I speak for many of us when I say that we could all use a bit more of that in our lives!

I’m glad Rose is in the strip more too!

Rose is book-smart. You can tell by the book. Wallace is street-smart. You can tell by the street.

I’m so glad Rose became a regular character.

Enjoyable disruptive – that’s sums it up very well.

Notice the ruts on the ground under the swings from years of kids on the playground. Thank you, Will Henry! I had forgotten all about those!

Me too. Rose is awesome.

Rose likes Wallace….

Yeah, “enjoyably disruptive” sums up Wallace very nicely all right.

Seagull’s sleeping

Wallace’s ideocracies may someday be the spark of inspiration for Rose that earns her a Nobel Prize in Physics.

Light leaves the surface of a distant star, travels untold trillions of miles for millions of years, just to gently illuminate your back garden.

My guess is you had a magical childhood and I’ll bet your kids inherited the magic.

If your so smart rose why haven’t you gotten rid of him yet!

On lonely particles traveling through space:

Cosmic Gall

by  John Updike (1932-2009)

Neutrinos, they are very small.

They have no charge and have no mass

And do not interact at all.

The earth is just a silly ball

To them, through which they simply pass,

Like dustmaids down a drafty hall

Or photons through a sheet of glass.

They snub the most exquisite gas,

Ignore the most substantial wall,

Cold-shoulder steel and sounding brass,

Insult the stallion in his stall,

And, scorning barriers of class,

Infiltrate you and me! Like tall

And painless guillotines, they fall

Down through our heads into the grass.

At night, they enter at Nepal

And pierce the lover and his lass

From underneath the bed – you call

It wonderful; I call it crass.

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[All of that was congruent with scientific understanding when Updike wrote it. Most still is. But what we’ve learned since would require a few variations if Updike were here to revise it today. For example, "… do not interact at all… " would better be rendered “…they seldom interact at all….”]

Meanwhile, seagull sleeping in the shade :)

Did the napping seagull under the half-buried tire appear out of nowhere?