When I look up at the night sky–
Well, there are trees, of course. Mountains and clouds
And city lights
It’s not ideal.
But I can pretend I see, say, Vega, from the sidewalk just across the street–
And dozens of other nameless stars–
Nameless to me, I mean.
I have no doubt you could call them to you
If you wanted, you could call them to you like cats
Each name a warm and furry picture in your mind
(False color, if you were feeling frivolous.)
And they would answer, meekly, a purr or plaintive meow
As they twined their silken tails around your feet.
Category: Other
Impressed by Space Art
Stephenson, Cryptonomicon
We’re all so used to working in a purely abstract realm that it seems almost bizarre to go out into the real world and physically do something.
Root just felt like talking about words. The SAS blokes refer to this kind of activity as wanking.
Arguing with anonymous strangers on the Internet is a sucker’s game because they almost always turn out to be – or to be indistinguishable from – self-righteous sixteen-years-olds possessing infinite amounts of free time.
But this is a degenerate case, where “degenerate”, to a mathematician, means “annoyingly boring”.
Willa Cather
The test of one’s decency is how much of a fight one can put up after one has stopped caring, and after one has found out that one can never please the people they wanted to please.
Milk and Blood
Warnings: body fluids, body horror, main character death.
Actors: myself, Friend, [Friend’s] Mother, Old Man.
I’m at Friend’s. She and Mother are getting ready to go to the inauguration of our new President. They are dressing up like barbies. Mother has a diadem and looks like Queen Elisabeth. Friend looks amazing in the first dress she picks: a long white gown with many thin layers that makes her look like a fairy.
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Fanart (!) for Ghost in the Machine
Many thanks to Misfire Anon for making this, and being, as always, a radiant source of joy and inspiration.
