The weather
Torn asunder
at the end of weeks
of soupy Southern haze,
Are we always to fear
April’s dogged span of
30 muggy days?
Always to pray,
to hope,
that we can
close our eyes in Love’s month
and open them
to find May?
/
Torn asunder
at the end of weeks
of soupy Southern haze,
Are we always to fear
April’s dogged span of
30 muggy days?
Always to pray,
to hope,
that we can
close our eyes in Love’s month
and open them
to find May?
/
I stretch toward our toes
and release the day from my tired back.
As I recline you rest your head onto my chest cavity. An imperfection
so deep I was teased for it as a boy and still watch
as it catches water when I swim.
So deep that it conforms to your cheek.
(You listen to my heart. And giggle at my digestion.)
We lay quietly watching the universe fill a screen
Kilobit by kilobit
Pixel by pixel
The image is crisp
and incomplete and I tell you that I hope we’re not alone.
“Doesn’t that seem like a waste?”
I ask. The image is halfway complete and is composed
of tiny glowing dots that in actuality are massive galaxies
lightyears away.
One by one, I tap the larger glows with a finger.
“These are all there. And we are all here: in one corner
of one galaxy that we cannot even
travel beyond.”
I ask if you would be worried if we ever found others in the abyss.
“Yes. Probably.” You say.
“You would be frightened.” I reply.
“Yes.”
“But what if they’re not looking for us? What if we find them first?”
“Still.”
And there we lie,
Venus and the Moon. A wink away in a sheet of black.
The image has fully realized
and I want to save it.
As I go to do so,
your eyes flutter to stillness,
the image blinks and disappears.
Lost; as you find sleep.
Even as you cringe at Walt’s fate, you get a rush from watching the puzzle pieces slide into place. The puzzle analogy, it turns out, is no accident. The show’s writers’ room is filled with puzzles—3-D foam jigsaws, old blacksmiths’ metal contraptions, a Rubik’s Cube.
Great article, though be warned if you haven’t watched the series yet, as it does contain spoilers from previous seasons. But do watch this show. Breaking Bad is the best-written show I’ve ever seen. Was convinced of that during the episode “Fly” in season 3.
So Brianna and I had wanted a Sodastream for a while and we broke down and bought one. In short, we love it. I’d heard it mentioned on several of the tech podcasts I listen to, and it comes highly recommended.
The syrups aren’t the best (though they are sugar free), but being able to add extra carbonation to drinks makes up for them and more. The fruitier syrups, “Cranberry-Raspberry” for instance, are actually quite good. Plus, I’ve found homemade root beer and cream soda recipes I’m excited to try.
It’s just really fun to use too.
“And at the gates, does Thomas ask to see my hands?”
Absolutely shattered by this song every single time I hear it. Side note. This song is nearly five years old but I had never seen this video before. Apparently Brand New made it and then decided to scrap it. Shame becuase it’s quite beautiful.
(Source: vimeo.com)
“Wonderful! We are now a part of the tribe.”
I played at the “Return of the Jedi” arcade cabinet so often I used to hear that in my sleep.