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Scheherazade in Blue Jeans
freelance alchemist
May 7th, 2009 
10:42 am - Thor's Day
Coffee ideas
Administration
Hello to new reader kschap!

Medical
Very, very tired. Weather not helping.

Snippet
“Janos frightened you, you said?”

She shuddered. “He’s so… cold, and deliberate. And it always feels like he’s watching, weighing me for something.”

“And finding you wanting?” He’d had many an experience like that with Janos.

“Worse. Finding exactly what he wants.” She looked away, pulled away.


Link Soup
* Hey, fibergeeks! freyapax is having a sale! Store here, info here. Anyone feels like getting me yarn, I love Smoke, Reclamation, and Seaglass.
* Buy books from kradical!
* For sale in NYC: Torture devices from 16th century.
* This intrigues me greatly.

Daily Science
One of quantum physics' crazier notions is that two particles seem to communicate with each other instantly, even when they're billions of miles apart. Albert Einstein, arguing that nothing travels faster than light, dismissed this as impossible "spooky action at a distance." The great man may have been wrong. A series of recent mind-bending laboratory experiments has given scientists an unprecedented peek behind the quantum veil, confirming that this realm is as mysterious as imagined.

Plans
Writing writing cleaning making banana bread napping fighting towards Inbox Zero figuring out where to submit my flash. Zoom.
12:12 pm(no subject)
Welcome home
I remember your hair.
Of all the things to stick in my mind -
I remember your hair,
that fall of dreadlocks
over buzzcut sides,
a growing-out mohawk.

I remember browns and blacks,
and Manic Panic midnight blue,
and glints of metal entwined -
washers and bits of electronics
scattered in, grown in.
I remember your hair
and how it made you look
like an elfin cyborg.

(I remember your hair falling over me.
I remember how you moved with me,
your arms beneath me,
hands cupping my shoulders from behind,
pulling you in, pulling me close.
We were so thin that sometimes
I saw you moving.)

I remember your hair falling over your glasses,
smoked glass hiding your eyes,
sides diode-embedded.
I remember how very blue your eyes were -
electric, pale, clear, pure.
I remember -
I remember how you always looked surprised
that I was still there,
still with you.

One day-
not yet-
you will be half my lifetime ago.
You will be once upon a time.
One day, I will no longer be holding you,
carrying you with me,
packing the memory of you
in with all the mes I used to be.

One day I will not remember your hair.
04:08 pm(no subject)
Quiet - PhotoGnome
I am tired.

Tell me the quiet wonders of your day.
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