Just a little tale I helped start with Jolene a while back that we never got around to completing and she decided to finish.
Part I and Part II links can be found on their respective links.
Part III is now up:
As is Part IV:
Take a moment, give Jolene a wave hello and let us know what you think.
[Note: Unlike Recorder files, videos don’t come with auto-transcription. The record below reflects my best attempt to capture both words and activity in the video. Added in-clip times are for reference. ~a_boojum]
[Video: Selfie angle (SA). Midmorning sun with partly-cloudy skies. A woman with apparent age in her forties, with dark hair showing first strands of grey; visually matches the woman on the lock screen on the phone. A black Nissan Altima matching the car where I found the phone is parked on the top level of a ramp, directly behind her. She is leaning with one arm against the Altima’s open door, her head just above the roof of the car. She is wearing a long-sleeve heather-grey shirt and pale blue jeans.]
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The next few installments of Everything Falls Apart have already been written and I am still working on the framing of multiple other episodes.
I say this only because some of it will seem to be mirroring the field trip I am taking tomorrow and it would be easy to say, “Oh well, Michael is just writing about his field trip on Saturday in this episode.”
Actually, it is the other way around, as I am doing the field trip to get boots on the ground research done for my story instead of relying on my shaky memory of what the modern-day scene is like in downtown Minneapolis.
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bone leech broke to
tumble road & fallen
drawing forearm flint
to bleed out our
poison years flowing
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is eihwaz, it’s name meaning “yew”, is a rune of change and transformation. It represents the cycle of life/death/rebirth and is symbolic of the axis mundi (the world tree). The yew is envisioned as a path towards both the underworld and the heavenly realms. Eihwaz is frequently associated both with poison and protection as part of its perceived dual nature.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
There’s a certain subset of techies who think because they speak a certain language, everyone else must. And that everyone else has the tools they have and know how to use them.
I point out and give screen shots of an issue that I’m told doesn’t exist and then they say, oh yeah… I can replicate that — you should approach it with XYZ. And then give incorrect links and useless information on top of jargon that means nothing to your average joe. And then there is the feel of “don’t call us, we’ll call you…maybe.” Actually, I know just enough to be dangerous and it was all babble to me. Imagine if a person seeing support was unfamiliar with these kinds of things? Absurd.
(more…)Just a quick break here from Everything Falls Apart. Jolene (aka Chico’s Mom) posts some writing prompts every once in a while and I always like to take a stab at writing some flash with what she gives folks. This time around the four prompts are:
Don’t ask me why this particular scene came to mind when I saw the prompts. But it appeared almost immediately.
Apologies to Ringo. This, I guess, might be classed as fanfict. I don’t claim any copyright to the characters mentioned in this work of fiction.
Ringo sank deeper into the dark, quiet cafe booth as a yellow submarine drifted past the window. As it moved on in search of Pepperland, he sighed and straightened up.
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From: MikroMachine@[withheld].com To: Alice.Donovan.73@[withheld].com Date: 05 Aug, 23:01:27 -0500 Subject: FW: Send to Alice.Donovan.73
Alice,
DK asked me to forward this to you. I told him you werent interested in direct comms, and he grumbled a bit about that. But I reminded him it was him that was all toxic and he stopped after that. Guess he wanted direct contect. Not to hit on you or anything, just “I wanna float something past her” or whatever.
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crisscross counting red
raw for the clawing for
the shift without skirts
moving on mists they hide
the curled disguise and
whisper crushed velvet
washes at scars inside
same click same
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again and again
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more clicks same
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clickity click
wait
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most of what matters
is not this, said she
turning out the lights
before slipping
between the sheets