Flori Goodchild By The Sea Shore

RDP Wednesday: KELP

F. K. M. Rehn, Beach of Bass Rocks, Gloucester, Massachusetts, 1881

That’s Flori Goodchild standing on the beach, can you see her down there by the rocks?

She is out there  everyday when  the tide goes out and she’s even out there when the fog rolls in or the sky turns black and it starts to rain.

I  look for her before I  go down to the beach myself because I liked knowing where she is.

It’s always a good idea to know where Flori is, but I wouldn’t recommend looking directly at her.

Once I was down on the beach trying to remember what it looked like when it snowed,  I was struggling to recall if really felt soft when it landed on my cheek. I was mid-thought, confused, when  started to  turn around to find Flori Goodchild was standing right behind me and she smelled- but she didn’t smell like the Sea or suntan lotion.  She smelled like a laundry room with a cement sink covered with mold  and a  window covered  grime and spider webs.

When she stepped back I could hear her feet slide across the broken shells and bits of dead rotten kelp and the squishing and crunching coming up from under her heel almost made me turn all the way around because the sound was wrong- but not quite wrong.

It was like hearing someone singing a song just slightly off key.

I didn’t lift my eyes to Flori’s face, I didn’t say ‘excuse me’. Instead I started to walk straight ahead.

” Come to me  Jenny  George. ” she said to me.

I did want to go to her, so help me I needed to. But I moved away from her as fast as  could

I did try to run for it, but I couldn’t. My knees were shaking and my teeth had started to rattle and it wasn’t from the cold.

I was up to my chest in salty sea water before I realized where I was, but I kept going and then I started to swim because what Flori Goodchild was back there and she knew my name.

Before long the waves hid me from her the way they did all of those years ago when I saw her on the bow of my boat in that storm when thunder and lightning tore the sky apart and I jumped into the water to escape Flori and her Sea eaten face and her outstretched fleshless hands.


I keep going back to the beach and I always keep an eye out for Flori Goodchild. But I never look right at her. It’s not a good idea.


I’d keep both eyes out for her, but the crabs took one of them on the day I first saw Flori Goodchild  and if it were in my power I’d pull out the other one to save myself the grief of having to ever see her again.


Max Jensen-Stürmische See

I named the character hiding from Flori after ‘ The Jenny ‘.

Legend says The Jenny is an English Schooner that disappeared  with her crew in 1823. The story says she was found in 1840 locked in an ice barrier in Cape Drake by a whaling ship. By this time the Jenny was a morgue and her crew was said to have been found frozen and preserved- in what areas of the Jenny is never really made clear.

The ‘ Jenny ‘

“The Jenny”

Shhhh…Can You Hear It Now?


In the center of the Perseus galaxy cluster is a super massive  black hole that is emitting sound waves. Sad to say that even if we were right there on the event horizon ( which would be AWESOME ) we couldn’t hear it because it’s below the level humans can hear, plus it’s like a zillion miles from Earth.

But why let something  boundaries  of time and space  kill the wonder of a experiencing a singing super massive black hole? 

I’ve read that to some it doesn’t sound like singing, that it sounds like lost souls crying out from the deepest darkest regions of Hell- or maybe from the attic of your local haunted and cursed house. 

Either way, I figure until we get there in the flesh, we can still let our imagination run wild and I am doing exactly that because sometimes the darkest heart likes to feel jolly now and then.

Chandra’s 53-hour observation of the central region of the Perseus galaxy cluster (left) has revealed wavelike features (right) that appear to be sound waves. The features were discovered by using a special image-processing technique to bring out subtle changes in brightness. These sound waves are thought to have been generated by explosive events occurring around a supermassive black hole (bright white spot) in Perseus A, the huge galaxy at the center of the cluster. The image also shows two vast, bubble-shaped cavities filled with high-energy particles and magnetic fields. They create the sound waves by pushing the hot X-ray emitting gas aside. The pitch of the sound waves translates into the note of B flat, 57 octaves below middle-C. This frequency is over a million billion times deeper than the limits of human hearing, so the sound is much too deep to be heard.

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Enter Sheer Terror

I have been captured by anything  about Saturn ( maybe because my Great Grandmother was named Satunalia?) in a way that Mars- my most favorite planet ever does not. Something about that quiet giant triggers my imagination every single time I think about it.

Specifically, one of the things that always tugged at the dark side of my imagination was Cassini’s final trip to Saturn.

Cassini fought to keep it’s antenna turned to Earth so that it would be able to continue to transmit data until Saturn pulverized it. I learned little things like Cassini went into Safe Mode, that it was trying to correct it’s failing systems as it navigated into Saturn- so I know this is a leap but I’m a writer so that’s ok- but Cassini was fighting to stay- operational.

It was trying to figure out how to live.

My imagination runs wild at this- on one hand I am full aware that Cassini was built and programmed to do just that- solve problems and keep itself operational.

But I do that every single waking moment of my life, so I can relate.

In the mornings when I’m walking my dog, Hamish ( pre-dawn before I go to work ) I pull out my phone and pull up my Star Chart apps and I work out where the planets are and when I come across Saturn I’ll stay there for a bit, looking up into the sky and wonder-

What if Cassini  hadn’t been destroyed? What if it had survived? Would it have sent a message back saying ” Hey here’s some more cool data to add to the collection? ” Or would it have sent a message back saying ” Think I’ll be keeping my atoms in one place instead of letting them sail around Saturn until the Universe burns itself out. Later days Bitches. ”

Me. I know which message I would have sent back. But like I said we are talking  about a machine that was crafted, molded and programmed and it did what it was designed to do. But as we design these computers and robots I can’t see that these machines, which are extensions of ourselves, won’t eventually learn  what fear is.

And that thought really does scare me.

CASSINI’S ‘LAST DANCE’: A FINAL PORTRAIT AT SATURN In the early afternoon of 13 September 2017, the venerable and much-loved Cassini probe captured this final portrait of Saturn and its main ring system, before plummeting to fiery destruction in the planet’s hazy atmosphere just 48 hours later.

Cassini’s Grand Finale

Source: NASA/Jet Propulsion Laboratory-Caltech
Published: April 4, 2017