Nestled into his time machine,   Teddy waves goodbye for now.  In a few moments the Temporal Streams start to merge and the dematerialization process will begin.

The little fella’s got more guts than I do,  climbing into that thing.

The dials have been set for June 27, 363 AD,  latitude  44.7250664 N, longitude 22.3954239 E.

When he returns,  his friends here in the Okanogan anticipate some lively tales around the campfire.  Here’s hoping the air stagnation advisory is lifted by then.

7 Responses to “Time Traveller.”

  1. Randi Richert says:

    Have Teddy tell Ammianus how badly modern experts have misunderstood his passage about the onager. I’m sure he’ll be amused. Glad to see you keep finding new uses for the helmet. It’s much better than having anyone trying to wear it for re-enactment purposes.

  2. Sarah Coburn says:

    I love the helmet. I think this is a marvelous project. Is the reference to the air stagnation advisory a metaphor or are y’all actually having air stagnation? I also like how animated Teddy can look by the simple act of raising his arm. You know, Katie Rose might be able to help you with the art. Yes, I am anticipating lively tales with lots of romance for Teddy. Do you think he’s a bit of a Casanova? Are you going for factually historic events embellished with your own poetic flavor?

  3. Nick Watts says:

    Dear Sarah,

    Yes, there is an actual stagnation advisory. Raging bonfires are not the thing right now. As for metaphor — the best ones are where you find them.

    I hadn’t thought of his romantic proclivities. Perhaps a historical-romance novel, featuring broken-down Teddy in the role of Fabio. Factual history, embellished with my own particular brand of nonsense — perhaps a cross between Biggles and Little Noddy out on a time traveling walk-about. A Forrest Gump/Flashman kind of saga. Just the thing to play counter-point to all those buckets of Roman brutality.

    I think I shall spend the next few days doing a photo shoot with my old friend. That should at least lift the more destructive parts of this advisory.

  4. Sarah Coburn says:

    We’re stuck in the land of smoke and mirrors.
    We’re stuck in a “slump” of suffocating fears.
    Time moves so fast but change is too slow.
    What can Teddy tell us that will soften the blow?

    P.S. I think Teddy’s romantic prowess should be implied. And, more pictures are a must. His suspended animation is surprisingly expressive.

  5. nick says:

    You sing so sweet Sarah. How about?: Teddy the plumber. or: Teddy the fat-ass banker. Or: Teddy the fireman (because I’m fairly sure we could get the use of a local fire engine to use as a set for taking some stills.)

    Or: We could get one of those brain jello molds and have a Mortimer Snerd jello-brain, all swaddled in operating gowns and the like. There could be a scalpel wielding “Teddy the Brain-surgeon” motif going on.

    A cross between garbage pail kids and the flying Nun. The Sally Fields character being, of course, Monsieur Teddy.

    …… What’cha think? too over the top, right?

  6. Sarah Coburn says:

    This is a song is for Teddy. Pink Floyd, Learning to Fly.

    Into the distance a ribbon of black
    Stretched to the point of no turning back
    A flight of fancy on a windswept field
    Standing alone my senses reeled
    A fatal attraction holding me fast how
    Can I escape this irresistible grasp?

    Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies
    Tongue tied and twisted Just an earth bound misfit I

    Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
    Unheeded warnings I thought I thought of everything
    No navigator to guide my way home
    Unladened, empty and turned to stone

    A soul in tension that’s learning to fly
    Condition grounded but determined to try
    Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies
    Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

    Friction lock, set.
    Mixture, rich
    Propellers,fully forward
    Flaps, set, ten degrees
    Engine gauges and suction, check

    Mixture set to maximum percent, recheck
    Flight instruments
    Altimeters, check both
    (garbled word) – on
    Navigation lights, on
    Strobes, on
    (to tower): Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure
    (tower): Hello again, this is now 129.4
    (to tower): 129.4. It’s to go.
    (tower): You may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots.
    (to tower): 3-8-Echo
    Easy on the brakes. Take it easy. Its gonna roll this time.
    Just hand the power gradually, and it

    Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
    My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air,
    Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
    Out of the corner of my watering eye
    A dream unthreatened by the morning light
    Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

    There’s no sensation to compare with this
    Suspended animation, A state of bliss
    Can’t keep my mind from the circling skies
    Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

  7. Nick says:

    Teddy’s eyes see beyond any detected spectrum.
    His cloth ears measure the pauses between our words.
    And with his fur near all but gone, only his heart can keep him warm.

    Teddy knows it takes imagination to stitch the facts into a coherent whole. Some assembly is required.

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