D’s closet was immaculate. The bright splashes of colour were arranged together, creating a blinding rainbow further broken down into shirts, pants, leggings, bodysuits, socks. Each stack was tiny, ey hadn’t brought much after all, but Tomas suspected it was also to make them easier for eir to shove into the duffel that was folded at the bottom of the closet.
It was the scream that stayed with him. Through their escape, through Tishaani’s recovery, through his own pain, the scream echoed in his mind.
He wasn’t surprised to hear it again in his dreams, not given the source. That it was the thread that bound the all scenes together, the support on which all his night-time reflections hung, did disturb him, however. (more…)
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Seventeen Tomatoes: Tales from Kashmir by Jaspreet Singh Seventeen Tomatoes is a series of linked stories which revolve around two Sikh boys coming of age in an Indian army camp in Kashmir. Each story takes a minor character from the previous tale and builds a new tale, weaving a collective portrait of the border community. ( Click to read more at Véhicule Press) |
Once, when no one was looking, I tried to talk to one of the ghosts. It’s silly, I mean, I know what they are and all, but sometimes it seems like they know we’re here. Maybe it was just that someone had been standing where I was, just outside the capture range, but there was this woman who looked like her eyes were focused on mine.
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Battlestar Galactica: Season One
When a surprise Cylon attack scatters the remnants of humanity throughout the galaxy, it’s up to steely President Laura Roslin and battle-hardened Commander William Adama to unite the desperate survivors and seek mankind’s only chance for a future, a mythical planet called Earth. ( Click to read more at Universal Studios ) |
There is a lot of snow outside today. It most of it fell over night, which means the roads are terrible and the sidewalks aren’t cleared yet. It’s a very good day to stay inside and get some work done.
Or chores down. I haven’t quite done everything, but at this rate I expect Ill get both dishes and vacuuming to get done before I get my butt in the chair. Also possibly something resembling exercise. As a result, I’m claiming the Procrastination badge.
I really should start writing now. But, you know, dishes.
I wake to the wrong kind of burn eating through me. It’s like I can feel each vein, millions of little tendrils lighting up like a system map, the pain glowing infiltration red. When I reach out for the patches my arm fires up, attack in progress, and I laugh. It occurs to me, as I finally get one and slap it on the smooth skin between my pelvis and thigh, that anyone listening would think it I was crying, given the sound. I wonder if it can still count as a laugh, then, but the drugs start kicking in and I stop caring as I get the return to system normal.
I’ve been somewhat ambivalent toward goal-setting ever since they introduced it as a requirement in school. It’s something that had never meshed well with my personality. If I decided to do something, I’ll do it without having to call the shot first. Even if I do write it down as a goal, and then I don’t meet it, my response is “oh well”. Other than having another list to cross it off of (I do like to-do lists), I don’t get anything out of it.
No payoff. No punishment. No point.
I have the same opinion of New Year’s Resolutions, which means I tend to look at other people making these lists at the start of the year and consider joining in, usually before going off to do something else.
This year, I’ve decided to make try it anyway, and make a list of things I’d like to accomplish. I’m still skeptical, but who knows? If I get more out of it than I expect, I might even do it again next year 
I have been following the Merit Badger site for a while now, and have been intending to start collecting the badges for a while. Today seemed like a good day to start, not just because it’s the New Year, but because I am writing on the laptop while lying on the couch, which means inviting feline “assistance”.
