Exposure and Underexposure

What if a man can draw and wants to make a video of his story? He's no good with animation and learning to animate from scratch can take too long. So what does he do?

Filosophy Friday: Plato's Crito

Hey everybody and welcome to this week’s edition of Filosophy Friday. This is the second part of a series where I explore a book in my possession, ‘Philosophy: A Very Short Introduction’ by Edward Craig as a kind of beginner’s primer to the wide subject of philosophy. If you...

On The Origin of Vampires And Werewolves

In the gloomy countryside of Transylvania, where the wolves howl and the children of the night make their ‘vonderful’ music, sits a small village, its name lost to time. In one of the village hovels, old Igor sits in his chair smoking a pipe, gently puffing on the smoke and blowing circles...

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Blog Abandonment Issues

Miss me? No? Not even a little bit? That' harsh, that is.

The Archive of Stories and Scribbles

Chill out, calm down, feel the vibe. In the mood for a story, poem, whatever? Tired of reading about hate, about war, about people running their mouths about every tiny thing they can think of? Here, nothing matters. Words are a puff of smoke in the wind; mine are rose scented.

Monday, June 28, 2010

NEWS POST, or, Why Do I Keep Changing the blog design?

Added Jan 6, 2010, Under: ,

Because it sucked. Okay I log in today to post my poem (see previous entry) and find out a lot of things have been going on with Blogger. Suddenly the impossible is easy! Would that it were this easy to do medicine. Ah well. On the news, uh...

 - Changed the layout, and basically the whole blog template.

 -  Added an 'Archive' page over on your right, hope you see it.

 - Added a new poem.

 - Also hope to add friends' blogs and my sweet princess's link if they respond to this invitation.


I guess that's about it. Oh, frabjous day if they ever add an auto BGM feature. Not that it will ever happen of course, but I can dream, right?

Peace.

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POEM: Play It Again

Added Jan 6, 2010, Under:

     I'm starting to think I'm really, really, REALLY bad at poetry. I read this again and think, what the hell? Maybe true art is incomprehensible? Whatever true art is, it's not bad, which this certainly is. Hey, at least I cut out the really clumsy parts and left the good stuff in. One final note: this particularly clumsy attempt at poetry is dedicated to...I can't say. Suffice to say, this was the last time that person haunted my dreams.

PLAY IT AGAIN

We make beautiful music together.

Like any good music we wish it never ends.
Like any good thing, it must.

It is a duet we perform

She and I
in harmony.

We’re just through the doorway

already, silent rests between bars,
long notes to the stars, our hearts
beating out the time of the nocturne we
compose with our bodies
making sweet music.

We reach the stage where we play our parts.

Each beat to the tempo,
Each move in legato,
nuancing each high with a low
'til even each discord flows
into one long nocturnal melody
until finally, accelerando, to the
cadence of our concerto.

Like any good music we wish it never ends.
Like any good thing, it must.

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