"Looking back toward the court, I saw - not with the eyes men are accustomed to seeing, but with those eyes meant for such things that have grown so shamefully dim at unuse - a luminescent and stately procession. The luminary souls lined the path, crossing the court, and winding around the mountain as far as I could tell. They seemed not in ( Read more... )

it's funny because it's true.

i must say, though it must be said that words cannot convey the breadth of what i must say, that i am astoundingly glad that i will get to see these faces again, consistently, and with greater love than i have hitherto known..


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:ring:
'United States Immigration and Customs Enforcement'
"Hello. We have a birthday message for Ron Davis. It is a singing telegram.
Happy birthday to you
you live in a zoo
you look like a monkey
and you smell like one too.
Your wife is quite pretty
though she's hairy like a guerilla
But her dad is real nice
and he's handsome too.
Happy Birthday ( Read more... )

maybe i'm the only one whose first reaction upon reading this article is 'i really, really need a HUD'.

"...potentially the system could become second only to tapping into the optic nerve in terms of getting images to the brain."
maybe i'm the only one whose second reaction is realizing we're only a few steps away from manufacturing, packaging, and ( Read more... )

something brought this anonymous comment to my attention again. whoever you are, maybe email doesn't work. maybe you prefer a potential audience. i'm willing to be vulnerable, so i hope you are too.

( open letter to the man behind the curtain )

When I was a very small child - I was old enough to float but not yet swim - I and my sister were at the house of our parent's friends. They were the only ones we knew who had a swimming pool, and me and my sister loved to play in the water. The house was short, and brown, and bordered by a fence on the other side of which stretched a vast empire ( Read more... )

Somehow, I forget that I met God alone in the dark; all-consuming in the vast, black sky.

"Touched by her fingers, the two surviving chocolate people copulate desperately, losing themselves in a melting frenzy of lust, spending the last of their brief borrowed lives in a spasm of raspberry cream and fear."

i forgot how much i loved the critic.

got back from lovely, lovely santa cruz this week. took pictures and everything, which i'll post up soon, when the fever subsides.

when was the very first time?