Determined

Sirens scream their prophetic vision
A funeral is coming.

We hold out hope, silently screaming
That prophecy is wrong.

But it doesn't take an oracle dreaming
To read a future that

that is already past.

-Past Pocket

(Sept 28, 2009. I will grant myself that I wrote this on the fly about a passing ambulance, so it didn't involve much ( Read more... )

I had a rant here about sci-fi always comparing humans to robots to ask, "What really makes us human?" But I got bored of it. It wasn't nearly as good as my bit on sock buying on facebook anyway ( Read more... )

When Casey and I were parting Champaign-Urbana for our various lives, we spent our last moments together in a parking lot on Main Street in Champaign, with him about to get in his vehicle and abscond with my partner (his own self). It was cold, and I could kind of see our breath. We commented on how there just isn't ever any type of "goodbye" ( Read more... )

The following is a conversation in Firefly between a town sheriff and a smuggler with a heart of gold when the smuggler brings back the goods he stole after he finds out they are vitally important to the region ( Read more... )

So, over the course of my years, I have had numerous discussions about parenting with people. This is, I must admit, not a subject with which I am very proficient. But a fairly frequent cause of strife for most people has been my assertion that I don't want my children to celebrate Christmas. This isn't because I have bad memories of it or ( Read more... )

I learned the definitions of a few words which I have long read and seldom bothered to try to comprehend ( Read more... )

My Amazing WeekendThis weekend was fantastic. I spent it among some of my closest friends in Thailand and a bunch of the new volunteers, having a good time bowling, dancing, and doing a spot of drinking (for the sake of full disclosure). When I say that we enjoyed those three things, I mean to see that we enjoyed all three of them at the same ( Read more... )

Until this week, I had a pretty pristine record of having read almost every book I ever started (movies too, as I managed to hold my lunch through the suckfests that were Pearl Harbor and Superman Returns). Until this week, I had only ever stopped reading Catcher in the Rye and Moby Dick. I went back and read Catcher at the behest of one of my ex ( Read more... )

Observe the creature in its den. What does it do in there all day long? Our bravest explorers won't even knock on its dilapidated, wooden door. They must only be level 6. We know he eats the food we leave in pennance, for surely it is we who put him there. Though, for the life of me, I cannot remember how. Or why. And so he slumbers (I ( Read more... )

I was reading a little bit on World War 2 today, and it pushed my mind into all of those bodies that I could never possibly understand. This is not only because they have participated in events which I literally cannot fathom, but also because of how many lives were lost. The lives of people roughly my age or a little younger. A whole generation ( Read more... )