Plan to get Zeno Clash today. (Not that I need another game, mind you.) Appears that the fighting in Zeno Clash owes a lot to Breakdown, a not wholly successful game but one which I finished and, for the most part, enjoyed.
I entered the Three-Minute Fiction contest at NPR and was quite positive I would win. But, alas, the July 24th judging deadline has passed, and so here 'tis. (Aside - After carefully rereading the contest rules it appears NPR may legally rip off anything they want from my entry. Maybe I read it wrong. Dunno.)
The contest judge, James Woods, offers this bit of advice - "For Sixty Cents" is a terse story, just over 200 words, that brings a moment in a Brooklyn coffee shop to life. It'sfragmentary and suggestive, like the pieces Wood expects to hear from listeners.
Fragmentary and suggestive is exactly what I whipped up. Plus, the main character never speaks a word, which I thought was pretty cool.
Here 'tis -
All Is In Pieces Anyway
Your account is still due!
Please be advised there are two ways of settling a legitimate debt -- Timely payment or unpleasant collection effort. At this time the choice is still yours. Voluntary settlement now would be your best policy. - Butch Woody & Associates
Earl's Witchwood Cafe
#151 - Moon, Morgan
Sun. Dec. 14 09:21 AM
Hey bro! You been layed off again? That's what mom said. Bummer, man, bummer. So how's the antabuse going? I hear you drink on antabuse you get a heart attack. Hey, stay in touch. I get out I might score us some of that black widow shine you like so much.
Instructions to the Defendant(Moon, Morgan) - Failure to comply with the useful public service element of your sentencing order may result in your case being returned to court. - United States District Court, District of Minnesota
Morgan, I love you all day every day. Happy Birthday! I LOVE YOU!!! Meghan
Bro! Ain't heard from you!What, you don't love your little convict brother? Hey, remember when we were kids and mom made us those Lebanon bologna sandwiches with yellow mustard and mayo? And we'd put potato chips inside? Wouldn't you love one right now? I sure would! Well, we can't have one so that's that, I guess. Mom and Bailee came to visit yesterday. Bro, let me tell you one thing - It really sucks when the elderly kick your ass in cards. Everything's a number, bro. Everything's a number.
The old man looked at me and said, "Take my honey. Just reach your hand inside my head and help yourself."
I studied him. I didn't want to be stung. But he had a kind face. "Go ahead," he urged. "Just brush the bees aside. They won't bother you."
He was Negro. (Not black. Negro. There's a difference which I am unable to enunciate. He reminds me of a Negro on the psychiatric ward at Bryce Hospital. But he wasn't crazy, not that I could tell. We'd sit and chat and he seemed to know a great deal.) An old man in his '80s. The smooth dark brown skin on his face was dotted with beard stubble the color of skim milk.
I decided the bees wouldn't hurt me. We walked down the road, together. Then I woke up.
This morning's dream is significant. Of that I am certain. (I have been encouraging and protecting the honey bees in my yard. They especially love the yellow flowers blooming on the large clumps of arugula. Is this the reason for the dream? There must be more to it than that.) So I did a bit of research...
"Thanks to fossilisation, Bees over 100 million years old have been discovered in amber, frozen in time, as if immortalised in their own honey. The Greeks called amber Electron, and associated it with the Sun God Elector, who was known as the awakener. Honey, which resembles amber, was also known as an awakener, a regenerative substance that was revered across the ancient world. The resemblance of honey with amber led to the Bees exalted status amongst ancient man and secured its favor over other fossilized insects. Marcus Valerius Martialis, the first century Latin poet renowned for his twelve books of Epigrams, commemorates the symbolism:"
"The bee inclos'd, and through the amber shewn, Seems buried in the juice, which was his own. So honour'd was a life in labor spent: Such might he wish to have his monument."
A Bee fossilized in amber over 100 hundred million years old - from Southeast Asia
History is rife with lost knowledge and traditions whose meaning has blurred with the passage of time. I believe the ‘Bee’ is one such tradition, and that its symbolism was important to civilizations of all ages. Inexplicably, the Bee is dying and nobody is quite sure why. Legend asserts that when the Bee dies out, man will shortly follow. We will review the implications of the Bee’s apparent demise in due course, however in this - our first instalment, we will examine the genesis of the Bee’s symbolism in the mist of prehistory.
iTunes is on Shuffle Play and a few minutes ago, a Dresden Dolls track came up. Which inspired me to Google the group, which led me to a SPIN Magazine article about a joint reading/performance with Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer, which contained the information that the DD leader used to perform in Harvard Square as a living statue. And that Gaiman once... Andy Ihnatko
I first learned of Linda Tellington-Jones when I studied and applied TTouch some two decades ago. This morning she sent her supporters a letter and an appeal to help stop a 1000 km horse race in Mongolia
There's no reason an event like should take place. I hope you will join me in signing the petition.