Oh my god, I just found they released a sixth book in the Hitchhiker's Guide series under a new author. And he's signing books this Thursday night at powells. Oh my god! I don't know how I feel about an authorized sequel by another author . . . it's all just happening so fast.
Oh my god!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
no words
I don't know what to add to this little old man's statement about gay rights, years and years after seeing action in every major engagement in the second world war.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
My least favorite word
Okay, time to punish you all with some poetry. Believe it or not this didn't come from a particular place of angst. I had just finished having a conversation about how much the feeling mentioned at the end of the poem sucks and then decided to write a poem exploring different reactions to that feeling/situation. I think I'm posting it now because it's not particularly relevant to my current situation so I'm not giving anyway any secrets. Anyway, like it or not, here it is. As for me, I kinda like it.
My Least Favorite Word
There is a swamp
where black things romp
and the air is thick and dank
There is a spot
where things drop to rot
impressions where they sank
There is a pole
in this dark hole
with a sign that's old and blighted
“This is the muck
where I get stuck
when XX XXXX XX XXXXXXXXXX*”
*I am afraid these words are covered in goo
There is a forest
where bullfrogs chorus
and the wind is soft and gentle
There are flowers and bees
the grass sways in the breeze
and the redwoods rise monumental
There is a sign
all covered in vines
not written by someone excited
“This is where I go
where I learn to grow
when XX XXXX XX XXXXXXXXXX**”
**The same words as before, they are covered here too
There is a moon
that you won't get to soon
it's as far as a rocket can travel
There's a simple clear dome
more outpost than home
with a yard of regolith and gravel
There is a flickering display
inside the landing bay
next to scorch marks of engines ignited
“This is where I stay
because I must get away
when my love is unrequited.”
My Least Favorite Word
There is a swamp
where black things romp
and the air is thick and dank
There is a spot
where things drop to rot
impressions where they sank
There is a pole
in this dark hole
with a sign that's old and blighted
“This is the muck
where I get stuck
when XX XXXX XX XXXXXXXXXX*”
*I am afraid these words are covered in goo
There is a forest
where bullfrogs chorus
and the wind is soft and gentle
There are flowers and bees
the grass sways in the breeze
and the redwoods rise monumental
There is a sign
all covered in vines
not written by someone excited
“This is where I go
where I learn to grow
when XX XXXX XX XXXXXXXXXX**”
**The same words as before, they are covered here too
There is a moon
that you won't get to soon
it's as far as a rocket can travel
There's a simple clear dome
more outpost than home
with a yard of regolith and gravel
There is a flickering display
inside the landing bay
next to scorch marks of engines ignited
“This is where I stay
because I must get away
when my love is unrequited.”
Monday, October 05, 2009
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Typhoooon!
Stolen again from Andrew Sullivan, a time lapse video of a typhoon passing through Hong Kong. Gorgeous.
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