Monthly Archives: January 2018
Breq has a lot in common with other sci-fi protagonists: she is impossibly good at everything she does, she has a super-human brain, and she is cagey and mysterious around everyone she meets.
Season 11 aired its first episode on January 3 of this year and picks up, sort of, where its predecessor left off. I say sort of advisedly.
I’m over here with the cognitive capacity to panic endlessly about my impending doom, and I actually have to face that doom, while amoeba don’t even have the cognitive capacity to distinguish Bob the Builder from Dora the Explorer, and they basically get to live forever.
But some of the biggest edits often go unnoticed, like the tilt shift, which wholly alters the picture’s presentation. I asked Geli whether these tactics are deceptive, especially to novices like me. Are your pictures presenting the truth?
I look at my expectations from a year, or two, or ten ago and realize that I never would have been able to create a reality so bittersweet, so full of wonder, and drowning in grace.
They tumbled into my lap to watch Puffin Rock. Two on my knees, one on my crossed ankles. I’d have been little more than a chair were I not kissing their cheeks.
You bring people together and you bring nerds out of the woodwork. You encourage writers and you inspire dreamers.
This was the year of living with my parents, with my best friends, with a stranger. This was the year of mint tea and French TV shows, of cooking for my friends and of touching the North Sea.
I bought a car again and when you buy a car you submit yourself to lies and deceit and interest rates.
To be an expectant father is to realize your own inadequacies.
The street is lined in red light
and girls with cats in cages.
Stand outside in the frigid, January air.
That’s why teachers are always angry, and why the most successful schools still employ good, old-fashioned paddlin’. Yell some sense into ‘em, preferably with personal insults and condemnations of their overall character.
He gave of himself, and I fear I failed to give back. I strove to be polite and unobtrusive and if not intelligent then at least not stupid. I fear I failed to let him know me, because I did not know myself.
I had all but given up on existing in a sweet-smelling world for the foreseeable future, but then, I remembered something miraculous.
Lilith cries out to God that he made her from filth, so what else did he expect from her? And so it was Lilith I thought of when I realized how bad things had become.
I have flouted obligation, skirted duty, and ignored propriety. I have left things undone.
I’m doing great! Yes, still at the same job. Well! It’s going well. Honduras, yeah. Um, it’s in Central America? Down south?